Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
You shall enjoy your wishes; Long live Elizabeth; We thank you; Welcome renowned Iohn of Wilton, And you the war like Heroes of his train, Warlike Clifton; fame has been before thee, And with her shrill Trump sent your praises home, ere your arrival; rise noble John of Wilton; The only champion of Elizabeth. Peace, and prosperity guard your sacred throne, And make your foes submissive like the French; Leith is surrendered, the French quite expulsed; The Scotch inhabiting their native bounds, Whom we have found most loyal to your Grace, And therefore they require their hostages Due to the federary Scottish Lords. And they shall have them; welcome bold Arguile, Thank thou the god of battles, that hast given Prosperity to our first enterprise, Being the first battle that we ever waged, Linked victory unto a virgin's arm, For which we render thee all attributes, Guarded by thee, and these our loving subjects, We fear no Spanish force, nor Frenchmen's braves, Let Austria brag; and Rome, and Italy Send out their poisoned Darts; dreadless we stand Protected by thy never failing power, Lord Grey, return you governor of Berwick, The Duke of Norfolk, for some special causes We must recall; Arguile shall have his pledges, We but reserved them to preserve ourselves, Clifton; be thou our deputy Lieutenant, And Lord warden of Nottingham Castle, ourself willbe Lieutenant of the County. For Howard, Pelham, Leake, and all the rest That in this victory shared with dangers, They shall participate our princely loves, Heavens bless your Majesty. I know not how to dignify your deeds Without a large premeditation; Grey, and Clifton, Clifton, and warlike Grey Fought for our father, brother, and sister At Dennis, Rouen, Bullen, and at Callice The bloody sweat that Muslborough bred At Edinburgh, and now again at Leith, In all which we fortunately conquered, Thanks unto heaven, next your valiant hands. Your Majesty begets a spring of youth In me an old decayed Tree of age, Worn with as many snowy winter's storms, As makes the brawny Oak grow sapless, Leafless withered, Time's period is ruin, Yet by my life, my heart retains' its vigour. And what we want in deeds, we'll act in duty, To you the Sovereign mistress of our hearts. Master Maior, and noble Iohn of Wilton, And warlike Clifton with all your men of war We this night do invite you, for our guests, To sup with us; tomorrow we'll survey The underminings, and unpaced greise That Mortimer, and Isabell did devise To steal their sportive dalliancies in, Of whom your stately fortress does retain The Labyrinth (now called Mortimers hole) Heaven for our victory we first will pay, And praise our subjects that redeemed the day, Proud France, and poisoning Spain, if heaven us bless A virgin's arm shall quell your mightiness. Long life attend your Majesty.
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You shall enjoy your wishes; Long live Elizabeth; VVe thanke you; VVelcome renowned Iohn of Wilton, And you the war like Heroes of his traine, VVar-like Clifton; fame has ben before thee, And with her shrill Trumpe sent your praises home, E're your arivall; rise noble John of Wilton; The onely champion of Elizabeth. Peace, and prosperity guard your sacred throne, And make your foes submissive like the French; Leith is surrenderd, the French quite expuls'd; The Scotch inhabiting their native bounds, VVhom we have found most loyall to your Grace, And therefore they require their hostages Due to the federary Scottish Lords. And they shall have them; welcome bold Arguile, Thanke thou the god of batles, that hast given Prosperity to our first enterprise, Being the first Batle that we ever wag'd, Link'd victory unto a virgin's arme, For which we render thee all attributes, Guarded by thee, and these our loving subjects, VVe feare noe Spanish force, nor French-mens braves, Let Austria bragge; and Rome, and Italy Send out their poyson'd Darts; dreadlesse we stand Protected by thy never failing power, Lord Grey, returne you governour of Barwicke, The Duke of Norfolke, for some speciall causes VVe must recall; Arguile shall have his pleadges, VVe but reserv'd them to preserve our selves, Clifton; be thou our deputy Leivetenant, And Lord warden of Nottingham Castle, Our selfe wilbe Leivetenant of the County. For Howard, Pellham, Leake, and all the rest That in this victory shar'd with dangers, They shall participate our princely loves, Heavens blesse your Majesty. I know not how to dignifie your deedes VVithout a large premeditation; Grey, and Clifton, Clifton, and war-like Grey Fought for our father, brother, and sister At Dennis, Roan, Bullen, and at Callice The bloudy sweat that Muslborough bredd At Edenborough, and now againe at Leith, In all which we fortunately conquer'd, Thankes unto heaven, next your valiant hands. Your Majesty begets a spring of youth In me an old decayed Tree of age, VVorne with as many snowy winters stormes, As makes the brauny Oake grow sap-les, Leaveles witherd, times period is ruine, Yet by my life, my heart retaines 'its vigour. And what we want in deedes, wee'le act in duty, To you the Soveraigne mistris of our hearts. Master Maior, and noble Iohn of Wilton, And war-like Clifton with all your men of warre VVe this night doe invite you, for our gueasts, To sup with us; to morrow wee'le survey The underminings, and unpaced greise That Mortimer, and Isabell did devise To steale their sportive daliancies in, Of whom your stately fortresse does retaine The Labyrinth (now called Mortimers hole) Heaven for our victory we first will pay, And praise our subjects that redeem'd the day, Proud France, and poysening Spaine, if heave'n us blesse A virgin's arme shall quell your mightines. Long life attend your Majesty.