Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
The Emperor Has sold him some few Almains, but his hopes Chiefly depend upon the valiant Swizze, Who were the chief in his depression. Has his gross brain not learned the danger yet Of bringing strangers into Italy? He called the French to Naples, who have now Found Milan too: O what's the difference Betwixt a mercenary and a foe? But that we kill one for his outrages, And hire the other? Juliano, I May feel misfortune, but will never buy. THe French are mighty, and portentously Rise by their fall: strong shame begets a rage, And a disdain, that you whom they expelled Should hazard their expulsion, makes them hazard, whate'er being ventured, adds a fame to Man, And gives a glory to his misery. They are so far from the base fear of death, That they embraced, and like those fiercer curs, That spend their anger on the senseless stone Not daring to attempt on him that threw, They with a senseless anger break the darts That nail them to the Earth, as if they scorned Their killer should survive them: other lets, As heat, or hunger, are their exercise: That one would think they'd lost all part of man When they did mean to show the best: my Lord, I wish a swift, but love a certain conquest: I think 'twere wisdom to protract the fight. I know thou speakst what thou thinkst best: but know, 'tis wisdom to delay on equal fame: But when a foe has won opinion, Which draws all eyes, and hearts to him, O then A valiant desperation fits a man: For victory is not impossible, And honour necessary: my best friend, Call forth our Swissers, and if happy swords Though few, may cut a way to glory, come: The purchase is above the pains: but here Come they that shall fill histories: brave friends Now is the time we shall employ your swords, And teach the world your valour. You may fail: 'Tis better to be wise: Sforza, I'm come To take my leave of you, nor shall much breath Be spent in ceremonial compliment, I am the French king's soldier. Speak low, Let not the air feel such a treason, know There is a power above us, and that power Thunders sometimes, I know, thou dar'st not stand In contestation with the power of heaven: Revoke thy words. I'll do no miracles: My voice and faith are passed. Yes they are past: Thou art made up all of disloyalty, Reason hath nothing of thee: yet relate (If thou hast any relics left of sense, I'll not conjure thee by strange Honesty) Why dost thou leave the heavens, and us, and so For nothing dost commit a double Treason? I'll satisfy you thus, you see I do't: Strike up a march. Yet stay: what is the price That makes thee treacherous, I'll turn prodigal To buy thee to a virtue: stay: be rich, Without a curse, without a fault.
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The Emperor Has ſold him ſome few Almaines, but his hopes Chiefly depend vpon the valiant Swizze, Who were the chiefe in his depreſſion. Has his groſſe braine not learnt the danger yet Of bringing ſtrangers into Italy? He call'd the French to Naples, who haue now Found Millan too: O what's the difference Betwixt a mercenary and a foe? But that we kill one for his outrages, And hyre the other? Juliano, I May feele misfortune, but will neuer buy. THe French are mighty, and portentouſly Riſe by their fall: ſtrong ſhame begets a rage, And a diſdaine, that you whom they expell'd Should hazard their expulſion, makes them hazard, What ere being ventur'd, addes a fame to Man, And giues a glory to his miſery. They are ſo farre from the baſe feare of death, That they embrac't, and like thoſe fiercer curres, That ſpend their anger on the ſenſeleſſe ſtone Not daring to attempt on him that threw, They with a ſenſeleſſe anger breake the darts That naile them to the Earth, as if they ſcorn'd Their killer ſhould ſuruiue them: other lets, As heat, or hunger, are their exerciſe: That one would thinke they'd loſt all part of man VVhen they did meane to ſhew the beſt: my Lord, I wiſh a ſwift, but loue a certaine conqueſt: I thinke twere wiſedome to protract the fight. I know thou ſpeakſt what thou thinkſt beſt: but know, Tis wiſedome to delay on equall fame: But when a foe has wonne opinion, Which drawes all eyes, and hearts to him, O then A valiant deſperation fits a man: For victory is not impoſſible, And honour neceſſary: my beſt friend, Call forth our Swizzers, and if happy ſwords Though few, may cut a way to glory, come: The purchaſe is aboue the paines: but here Come they that ſhall fill hiſtories: braue friends Now is the time we ſhall imploy your ſwords, And teach the world your valour. You may faile: 'Tis better to be wiſe: Sforza, I'me come To take my leaue of you, nor ſhall much breath Be ſpent in ceremoniall complement, I am the French Kings ſouldier. Speake low, Let not the ayre feele ſuch a treaſon, know There is a pow'r aboue vs, and that pow'r Thunders ſometimes, I know, thou darſt not ſtand In conteſtation with the pow'r of heau'n: Reuoke thy words. Ile doe no miracles: My voice and faith are paſt. Yes they are paſt: Thou art made vp all of diſloyalty, Reaſon hath nothing of thee: yet relate (If thou haſt any reliques left of ſenſe, Ile not coniure thee by ſtrange Honeſty) Why doſt thou leaue the heau'ns, and vs, and ſo For nothing doſt commit a double Treaſon? Ile ſatisfie you thus, you ſee I doe't: Strike vp a march. Yet ſtay: what is the price That makes thee trecherous, Ile turne prodigall To buy thee to a vertue: ſtay: be rich, Without a curſe, without a fault.