Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Selby by none, that title which I had I have given my son, a boy of that proud temper, As should he hear thy insolent demand, Would pluck thee from thy seat, and lay thy head A satisfaction at his father's feet, But heavens forbid it, Selby thus it stands, Thou hast my Office, and my son my Lands. He must show how he holds 'em. So he can, And Selby will show evidence sufficient, Mine, my dear Fathers, and my grandsire's sword. He wears good evidence about him Selby, And will upon the least occasion Both show and prove it lawful. If the sword be your best plea, y'ave but a naked title, And by our authority we here command You and your son at our next general meeting, To bring in your Surrender, or undergo The penalty of traitors. Oh you the patrons of poor injured subjects, Do Graham justice, Selby's riotous son Assisted by a crew of dissolutes! Has stole my only daughter, and intends A violent Rape, or which more cuts my soul A forced marriage. Inconsiderate fool, The boy affects her, and with my consent Intends a lawful marriage, 'tis a favour Her betters sue for. Oh let 'em hate, my blood Shall never enter league nor hold alliance With him that hates my Country. Rest your thoughts, He has her, if he likes her he shall wed her, And Graham as a dowry shall enjoy Thy present state, revenues, goods and lands, Fret out thy soul, he shall. Shall? ay, Sir shall, It's the highest favour conquest can afford, For a slave to join alliance with his Lord, And Wallace see present surrender made Or look for storms. So say I too, and 'tis not the least part of policy, neither. Will have my Lands. Enforce me give a dower. Misery decreed above comparison. Complain unto the King. The King alas. I have heard a story how the subtle Fox Having stole a Lamb, the family of sheep Drew a petition, and with full consent Preferred it to the Lion, he employed 'Bout earnest and more serious business, Appoints the Bear Commissioner, to take up This bloody difference; the Bear empanels A partial jury all of Wolves, they choose The Fox their Foreman, they consult and find The sheepish Nation guilty, and with general breath, Cast, judged, condemned, and sentenced all to death. Men should have souls. But tyrants being no men, Have consequently none; complaints in slaves, Are like to prayers made over dead men's graves, Nor heard, nor pitied, heaven has imposed a curse, Which sufferance in time may cure, complaints make worse. Then as it is let's bear't, win heaven to friend He that begins knows when and how to end. Mask her, come Peg hide your Scottish face. Why shield I hayd my Scottis face, my Scottis face is as good as yare English feace, 'tis a true Scotties feace.
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Selby by none, that title which I had I have given my ſonne, a boy of that proud temper, As ſhould he heare thy inſolent demand, Would pluck thee from thy ſeat, and lay thy head A ſatisfaction at his fathers feet, But heavens forbid it, Selby thus it ſtands, Thou haſt my Office, and my ſonne my Lands. He muſt ſhew how he holds 'em. So he can, And Selby will ſhew evidence ſufficient, Mine, my deere Fathers, and my Grandſires ſword. He weares good evidence about him Selby, And will upon the leaſt occaſion Both ſhew and prove it lawfull. If the ſword be your beſt plea, y'ave but a naked title, And by our autority we here command You and your ſonne at our next generall meeting, To bring in your Surrender, or undergo The penalty of traytors. Oh you the patrons of poore injur'd ſubjects, Do Graham juſtice, Selbies riotous ſonne Aſſiſted by a crew of diſſolutes! Has ſtole my onely daughter, and intends A violent Rape, or which more cuts my ſoule A forced marriage. Inconſiderate foole, The boy affects her, and with my conſent Intends a lawfull marriage, 'tis a favour Her betters ſue for. Oh let u'm hate, my bloud Shall never enter league nor hold alliance With him that hates my Country. Reſt your thoughts, He has her, if he likes her he ſhall wed her, And Graham as a dowry ſhall enjoy Thy preſent ſtate, revenues, goods and lands, Fret out thy ſoule, he ſhall. Shall? I, Sir ſhall, It's the higheſt favour conqueſt can afford, For a ſlave to joyn alliance with his Lord, And Wallace ſee preſent ſurrender made Or look for ſtorms. So ſay I too, and 'tis not the leaſt part of policy, neither. Will have my Lands. Inforce me give a dower. Miſery decre'd above compariſon. Complain unto the King. The King alas. I have heard a ſtory how the ſubtle Fox Having ſtole a Lambe, the family of ſheep Drew a petition, and with full conſent Prefrr'd it to the Lion, he imploy'd 'Bout earneſt and more ſerious buſineſſe, Appoints the Beare Commiſſioner, to take up This bloudy difference; the Beare impannels A partiall jury all of Wolves, they chooſe The Fox their Fore-man, they conſult and finde The ſheepiſh Nation guilty, and with generall breath, Caſt, judged, condemned, and ſentenc'd all to death. Men ſhould have ſouls. But tyrants being no men, Have conſequently none; complaints in ſlaves, Are like to prayers made over dead mens graves, Nor heard, nor pitied, heaven ha's impos'd a curſe, Which ſuffrance in time may cure, cōplaints make worſe. Then as it is lets bear't, win heaven to friend He that begins knows when and how to end. Maske her, come Peg hide your Scottiſh face. Why ſhild I hayd my Scottis face, my Scottis face is as gude as yare Engliſh feace, 'tis a true Scotties feace.