Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
And you'd remove that, I'd thank you; 'Tis thy forced fancies, and thy guilt together persuades thee so; pray thee be a woman, Whom thou cam'st to comfort, comforts thee; Though I intended to have hurled at thee, Stings of dishonour, ignominies, reproaches, And all the stock of calumnies, and scorn, Which thou art guilty off; now my pity Converts them into sorrow for thy sorrows; A blessing crown you for it. And can their be a hope you will forgive me? Heartily I do— See it's gone now. As if it vexed to see your clemency. Distemper not yourself at fancies; Your time hastens to maturity, Y'are very big, and may endanger your fruit, If you give way to passions. 'twill be abortive, As are my actions, I shall not live To take felicity in it! see it's here again. All things keep their time. Come go with me. I'll give thee comfortable cordials That shall remove these objects from thine eyes, Expelling all disastrous accidents, And plain thy thoughts as smooth as innocence, Which when thou hear'st, then in rapture boast, Thou dread'st no visions, fury, fiend nor Ghost. Be you my counsellor, and father too, Whom I admire for noble honesty. What day is this? Tuesday the seventh of May. This day shall in our English Calendar stand Either to our dishonour, or great fames, When Chronicles in after ages tell The seventh of May we scaled the walls of Leith, We have begun, dreadless of death, and dangers, And like to loyal subjects held the rights Of our dear Mistress Queen Elizabeth. When Captain Randall gives the Alarum, Assault, assault, each man salute his friend, Take solemn farewell till this siege have end. Assault, assault. Holds every man his charge as we ordered? I guess so my Lord; Howard with his lanceteers' quarters twixt Mount Pelham, and the Sea by West. Stout Harry Percy with his barbed steeds Neighing for action guards the Tents by East, Arguile, with shot marches for the Hill Brey; Sir Francis Leake keeps the water-ports, I the green Bulwark opposite to Doysells With tough hardy Nottinghamshire boys we'll fall before we fly, by my halidom. I'll man this bulwark 'gainst proud Mortigue. Hark, the Alarum, each man unto his place. How goes the day, sir Jaruis? t's bloody. The thunderer, on both sides shoots his bolts Valour is at the touchstone of true trial; The French like to so many gods of war Bravely brandish darting fire from steel; The valiant Scot Arguile commands the Hill, The Town-plays fiercely; their came a shot Of full two hundreth weight into my Tent. Doysells has thrice assaulted me. I faced him, And from his sides, like Libyan Hercules, I tore the rough Nemean Lion's Skin His Armour of good proof which here I bear, And will not part from, but with loss of life. See! Arguile appears.
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And you'd remove that, I'de thanke you; 'Tis thy forc'd fancies, and thy guilt together persuades thee so; pray thee be a woman, Whom thou cam'st to comfort, comforts thee; Though I intended to have hurl'd at thee, Stings of dishonour, ignominies, reproaches, And all the stocke of calumnies, and scorne, Which thou art guilty off; now my pity Converts them into sorrow for thy sorrowes; A blessing crowne you for it. And can their be a hope you will forgive me? Hartily I doe— See i'ts gone now. As if it vex'd to see your clemency. Distemper not your selfe at fancies; Your time hastens to maturity, Y'are very big, and may endanger your fruite, If you give way to passions. T'will be abortiue, As are my actions, I shall not live To take felicity in it! see i'ts here againe. All things keepe their time. Come goe with me. I'le give thee comfortable cordialls That shall remove these objects from thine eies, Expelling all disastrous accidents, And plaine thy thoughts as smooth as innocence, Which when thou hear'st, then in rapture boast, Thou dread'st no visions, fury, feind nor Ghost. Be you my counsellour, and father too, Whom I admire for noble honesty. What day is this? Tues-day the seaventh of May. This day shall in our English Calender stand Eyther to our dishonour, or great fames, When Chronicles in after ages tell The seventh of May we scal'd the walls of Leith, We have begun, dreadlesse of death, and dangers, And like to loyall subjects held the rights Of our deere Mistris Queene Elizabeth. When Captaine Randall gives the Alarum, Assault, assault, each man salute his freind, Take solemne farewell till this seige have end. Assault, assault. Holdes every man his charge as we ordred? I guesse so my Lord; Howard with his Launce-tieres quarters T'wixt Mount Pelham, and the Sea by VVest. Stout Hary Percy with his barbed steedes Neighing for action guardes the Tents by East, Arguile, with shot marches for the Hill Brey; Sir Francis Leeke keepes the water-ports, I the greene Bul-warke opposite to Doysells With tough hardy Nottingham shire boyes Wee'le fall before we fly, by my Hollidam. I'le man this bul-warke 'gainst proud Mortigue. Harke, the Allarum, each man unto his place. How goes the day, sir Jaruis? Ti's bloudy. The thunderer, on both sides shootes his boults Valour is at the touch-stone of true tryall; The French like to so many gods of warre Bravely brandish darting fire from steele; The valiant Scot Arguile commandes the Hill, The Towne-playes fercely; their came a shot Of full two hundreth weight into my Tent▪ Doysells has thrice assaulted me. I fac'd him, And from his sides, like Libian Hercules, I tore the rough Nemean Lion's Skin His Armour of good proofe which here I beare, And will not part from, but with losse of life. See! Arguile apeares.