Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
The Crag, and chapel's ours, and the French Like Hares are leapt out of fierce Greyhounds gripes. Doysells, and Mortigue, outran their Colours, And with all expedition took the Town. Whose Colours I display. How many of the French this day are fall'n? Seven score my Lord, and prisoners of noble worth. Poiters, Augois, Bourbon, Shamoont, Shaldone, Labrosse, and of the English merely one man slain. Thanks unto heaven whose arm was our defence, What's he that beats the French arms displayed? A servant of mine, his name Bateman? there's forty Angels for thy good day's service, And if thy merit retain an Ancients place. I thank your honour. My prisoner is an Anabaptist, all I desire is that I may convert him, It must be in's drink then, else he's none o'th' right brethren; Can noble Arguile, and worthy Clifton After these, toils of blood, and massacre, Let's quench our raging motions in the Grape, And in the Frenchman's Vine drink his confusion? Proud France shall know that our Eliza's Name, Drives to confusion those that steal her Fame. Dost thou not believe it? Let me fail of my best wishes, and I do, I cannot amuse my thoughts to't, thou mayst as soon persuade me that a spider's Web will catch a swarm of Bees as thou marry German! his head's like a Welshman's Crest on St. Davies day? he looks like a hoary Frost in December, now Venus bless me, i'd rather lie by a Statue? Thou art pleasant still. In natural things we see that Herbs, and Plants In autumn ever do receive perfection, As they, so man, never attains his height Till in the autumn of his growing age Experience like a Mistress beautifies him, With silver hairs, badges of experience. Of wisdom, honours, counsel, knowledge, arts, With all th'endowments virtue hath in store. Contrarily green headed youth Being in the spring or summer of his age, Is prone to surfeits, riots, intemperancies, And all the stock of ills that vice is queen of; Thou wrists a good text to an ill sense? but none but fools would lie in beds of snow that might couch in Roses? but it may be cousin; but it may be coz? you follow the fashion of our Country Knights that marry your old London Widows; 'tis but keeping a handsome Chambermaid, they are necessary evils, and will serve with a small Dowry afterwards to make parsons' wives! you know my meaning coz. He brings wealth, promotion, and 'tis the way. To your ruin; to your black father presently? cock him with the herb Moly that will put blood in's cheeks? let him be dieted like your Barbary horse? he'll near stand to his tacklings else? feed him with viper's flesh that will make his white head black? dost thou refuse youthful Bateman to lie with wealthy German, reject a Mine of virtue, for a Mountain of muck? Cupid bless thee, for i'll swear, he has blinded thee as blind as a Bat.
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The Crag, and Chappells ours, and the French Like Hares are leapd out of fierce Greyhounds gripes. Doysells, and Mortigue, out-ran their Collours, And with all expedition tooke the Towne. Whose Colors I display. How many of the French this day are falne? Seven score my Lord, and prisoners of noble worth▪ Poiteers, Augois, Burbon, Shamoont, Shaldone, Labrosse, and of the English meerely one man slaine. Thanks unto heaven whose arme was our defence, What's he that beates the French armes displaid? A servant of mine, his name Bateman? Ther's forty Angells for thy good daies service, And if thy merit retaine an Ancients place. I thanke your honour. My prisoner is an Anabaptist, all I desire is that I may convert him, It must be in's drinke then, else hees none o'th right brethren; Can noble Arguile, and worthy Clifton After these, toiles of bloud, and massacre, Let's quench our raging motions in the Grape, And in the French-mans Vine drinke his confusion? Proud France shall know that our Elizaes Name, Drives to confusion those that steale her Fame. Do'st thou not beleeve it? Let me faile of my best wishes, and I doe, I cannot amuse my thoughts to't, thou maist as soone perswade me that a Spiders VVeb will catch a swarme of Bees as thou marry German! his head's like a Weloh-mans Crest on St. Davies day? he lookes like a hoary Frost in December, now Venus blesse me, i'de rather ly by a Statue? Thou art pleasant still. In nat'rall things we see that Herbes, and Plants In autumne ever doe receive perfection, As they, so man, never attaines his height Till in the autumne of his growing age Experience like a Mistris beautifies him, With silver haires, badges of experience. Of wisdome, honours, counsell, knowledge, arts, With all th'endowmens vertue hath in store. Contrarily greene headed youth Being in the spring or summer of his age, Is prone to surfets, riots, intemperancies, And all the stocke of ills that vice is queene of; Thou wrests a good text to an ill sense? but none but fooles would ly in beds of snow that might couch in Roses? but it may bee Cozen; but it may bee Cuz? you follow the fashion of our Country Knights that marry your old London VVidowes; tis but keeping a handsome Chamber-maide, they are necessary evills, and will serve with a small Dowery afterwards to make parsons wives! you know my meaning Cuz. He brings wealth, promotion, and tis the way. To your ruine; to your blacke father presently? cocke him with the herbe Moly that will put bloud in's cheekes? let him be dieted like your Barbary horse? heele neere stand to his tacklings else? feede him with Vipers flesh that will make his white head blacke? doost thou refuse youthfull Bateman to ly with wealthy Germane, reject a Mine of vertue, for a Mountaine of muck? Cupid blesse thee, for i'le sweare, he has blinded thee as blind as a Bat.