Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
When I prove false to thee; oh may I then Beheld the scorn of heaven, earth, and men. As far as my Commission Arguile I have proceeded, we in the trade of war Whose Mart consists in blows, and batteries, Are like small Rivers that must keep their bounds, Till the Queen Ocean command them rise. Dunbar can witness where we skirmished last I require the hostages be delivered Twixt England, and the federary Lords. Peruse this bead-roll from Duke Chattenreault Wherein their names are, their persons attend At Inskeith, and with willingness are bound To attend the mighty Queen of England. Lord Claud. Hambleton fourth son of the Duke, Robert Douglas brother to the Lord James Stuart! Archibald Douglas Lord of Loughennell George Gram second son to the Earl of Menteich; James Coningham son to the Earl of Glencorne; all Hostages to the Queen of England till the Articles be performed betwixt her, and the Federary Lords. Herald of Arms conduct these noble pledges from the Red Brays to Inskeith, see'em delivered to James Croft, and George Howard Knights from thence to be embarked for England. I shall my Lord. What number speak your powers Two thousand hardy Scots, With glaved blades, bum daggers, and white Kerchers, Such as will fight, and face the fiery French. Our numbers then are eight thousand And still we look for more, sir Francis Leake, And gentle Sir, Jarvis; two spirits That in peace are lambs, in war two ravening lions. A soldiers' wishes bless my noble General. Thanks valiant Clifton; they can deserve no less Coming from thee? I see you emulate That we should take the glory to ourselves, I'll give the first Alarm, you'll be one. I by my halidom at war as at a feast I'll scramble for my part, and if I catch a knock That honour which a Soldier wins in wars Is of low price unless he bring home scars What number sir Jarvis? Five hundred, and fifty tall white coats, Fellows that will face a murdering Cannon, When it blows ranks into the Air as Chaff Yet dreadless they shall stand it, and not shrink, Right Nottinghamshire Lads. 'tis well done! Our bands are well divided, yours my Lord Keep the green Bulwark, mine the west Gate, You sir Iarvis the water-ports to Inskeith. Pelham from Pelhamus Mount plays at the Town How now what Trumpets this? From the Queen Regent of Scotland I come To thee Lord General of the English Force. She craves a treaty with the Lords of England To know why thus they enter on her grounds, Depopulate her Countries, Plough her Plains If lawful cause she finds on interview She will subscribe to England, sue for peace, Otherwise by Article she'll confirm't; This is under her highness' hand, and seal. This is my message. What's thy name? Trumball, sergeant Trumpeter to her Grace.
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When I prove false to thee; oh may I then Beheld the scorne of heaven, earth, and men. As farre as my Commission Arguile I have proceeded, we in the trade of warre Whose Mart consists in blowes, and batteries, Are like small Rivers that must keepe their bounds, Till the Queene Ocean command them rise. Dunbarr can witnes where we skuirmishd last I require the hostages be deliverd Twixt England, and the federary Lords. Peruse this bedroule from Duke Chattenreault Wherein their names are, their persons attend At Inskeith, and with willingnes are bound To attend the mighty Queene of England. Lord Claud. Hambleton fourth son of the Duke, Robert Dowglasse brother to the Lord James Stuart! Archibald Dowglasse Lord of Loughennell George Gram second son to the Earle of Menteich; James Coningham son to the Earle of Glencorne; all Hostages to the Queene of England till the Articles be performed betwixt her, and the Federary Lordes. Herald of Armes conduct these noble pledges from the Red Brayes to Inskeith, see'em delivered to James Croft, and George Howard Knights from thence to be embarqd for England. I shall my Lord. What number speake your powers Two thousand hardy Scots, With glaved blades, bum daggers, and white Kerchers, Such as will fight, and face the fiery French. Our numbers then are eight thousand And still we looke for more, sir Francis Leake, And gentle Sir, Jarvis; two spirits That in peace are lambes, in warr two ravening Lyons. A Souldiers wishes blesse my noble Generall. Thanks valiant Clifton; they can deserve no lesse Comming from thee? I see you emulate That we should take the glory to our selves, I'le give the first Alar'm, youle be one. I by my Hollidam at warre as at a feast I'le scramble for my part, and if I catch a knocke That honour which a Souldiour wins in warrs Is of low price unles he bring home scarrs What number sir Jarvis? Five hundred, and fifty tall white coates, Fellowes that will face a murdering Cannon, When it blowes rancks into the Aire as Chaffe Yet dreadles they shall stand it, and not shrinke, Right Nottingham shire Lads. Tis well don! Our bands are well divided, yours my Lord Keepe the greene Bul-warke, mine the west Gate, You sir Iarvis the water-ports to Inskeith. Pelham from Pelhamus Mount plaies at the Towne How now what Trumpets this? From the Queene Regent of Scotland I come To thee Lord Generall of the English Force. She craves a treaty with the Lords of England To know why thus they enter on her groundes, Depopulate her Countries, Plough her Plaines If lawfull cause she finds on enterveiue She will subscribe to England, sue for peace, Otherwise by Article sheele confirm't; This is under her highnes hand, and seale. This is my message. Whats thy name? Trumball, Serejant Trumpetter to her Grace.