Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Nor do we wish it Grimsby, should the fates But turn the wheel we might with them change states, Be Scotland's subjects, let but Rebellion kneel, we'll wear soft mercy, and cast off rough steel. I'll undertake it. Let messengers be sent, To question the proud Rebel, and if Grimsby Fail in his plot, Northumberland and Clifford Shall second him in arms, so slight a foe Must not detain us from our French designs, Our Queen has all our breast, and though we might justly perhaps confine your liberty, Bruce, we enlarge it, giving you command In our French wars, observe him nearly Lords, I have read this maxim in state policy. Be sure to wear thy danger in thy eye, France lights a Comet, Scotland a blazing Star, Both seek for blood, we'll quench 'em both with war. Prithee good Wallace. Ill betides his soul, That speaks of goodness, thinks or meditates Of any goodness more than how to free Imprisoned Peg. But hear me. Castle wears but a slender bolt of brick. Turned mad! And say the moat be fifty fathoms deep, fifty times fifty, say it reach through to hell, Wallace will swim't. Swim't, yes so wilt thrust an ox into an Eggshell, And roast it by Moonshine, but why should Wallace? Why should proud Selby, though his forward son Were justly slain, imprison Peg? Poor Lamb she is no murderer. In my conscience she ne'er drew weapon In anger in her life. Not at sharp I think, but by your leave 'tis thought, She has practised in private; put Wallace to foil, and made Him lie at his hanging ward many a time and oft. where's my son? With Peggie, father, manacles of grief, Hang heavy on my senses. Shake 'em off. Show thyself worthy him that thou call'st father, Or Peggie dies. What thunderclap was that? Able to waken death or shake the shroud From off a dead man's shoulders, Peggie dies, Should thunder speak it, Wallace would swear it lies, Who spoke that, fatal Nuntio? His breath. That gave thee being, Haslerig's returned. Whence, from the Devil? From England, and this instant But thou com'st in, and yield thyself, her life Dissolves to air. The charitable Angels waft her to heaven. Resolve you then to lose her? How shall we save her, singly as I am I will oppose me 'gainst the town of Lavercke, Swim the vast moat, and with my trusty sword Hew down the Castle-gates, dishing the doors, File off her irons, and through a wall of steel Attempt her rescue. 'Tis impossible. Impossible, what's the news from England's? Grimsby the firebrand of his Country Comes to ensnare you, on the heel of him Treads a huge army led on by the Queen, Percy and Clifford. Torture and death itself cannot divide us. Sir John Graham, you shall be the engine Our policy must work with, straight give out That hearing of the English expedition, Our faction is dissolved. what's this to Peggy's rescue?
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Nor do we wiſh it Grimsby, ſhould the fates But turn the wheele we might with them change ſtates, Be Scotlands ſubjects, let but Rebellion kneele, Wee'l weare ſoft mercy, and caſt off rough ſteele. I'le undertake it. Let meſſengers be ſent, To queſtion the proud Rebell, and if Grimsby Faile in his plot, Northumberland and Clifford Shall ſecond him in armes, ſo ſlight a fo Muſt not detain us from our French deſignes, Our Queen ha's all our breſt, and tho we might Iuſtly perhaps confine your liberty, Bruce, we inlarge it, giving you command In our French wars, obſerve him neerly Lords, I have read this maxime in ſtate policie. Be ſure to weare thy danger in thy eye, France lights a Comet, Scotland a blazing Star, Both ſeeke for bloud, wee'le quench um both with war. Prethee good Wallace. Ill betides his ſoule, That ſpeaks of goodneſſe, thinks or meditates Of any goodneſſe more then how to free Impriſon'd Peg. But heare me. Caſtle weares but a ſlender bolt of brick. Turn'd mad! And ſay the moat be fifty fathomes deep, Fiftie times fiftie, ſay it reach through to hell, Wallace will ſwim't. Swim't, yes ſo wilt thruſt an oxe into an Eg-ſhell, And roſt it by Moon-ſhine, but why ſhould Wallace? Why ſhould proud Selby, though his forward ſon Were juſtly ſlain, impriſon Peg? Poor Lambe ſhe is no murtherer. In my conſcience ſhe ne're drew weapon In anger in her life. Not at ſharp I think, but by your leave 'tis thought, She ha's practis'd in private; put Wallace to foil, and made Him lie at his hanging ward many a time and oft. Wher's my ſonne? With Peggie, father, manacles of griefe, Hang heavy on my ſences. Shake 'em off. Shew thy ſelf worthy him that thou call'ſt father, Or Peggie dies. What thunderclap was that? Able to waken death or ſhake the ſhrowd From off a dead mans ſhoulders, Peggie dies, Should thunder ſpeak it, Wallace would ſweare it lies, Who ſpake that, fatall Nuntio? His breath. That gave thee being, Haſlerigs return'd. Whence, from the Devill? From England, and this inſtant But thou com'ſt in, and yeeld thy ſelf, her life Diſſolves to aire. The charitable Angels waft her to heaven. Reſolve you then to loſe her? How ſhall we ſave her, ſingly as I am I will oppoſe me 'gainſt the town of Lavercke, Swim the vaſt moat, and with my truſtie ſword Hew down the Caſtle-gates, diſhinge the doores, File off her irons, and through a wall of ſteele Attempt her reſcue. 'Tis impoſſible. Impoſſible, what's the news from Englands? Grimsby the fire-brand of his Country Comes to inſnare you, on the heele of him Treads a huge army led on by the Queen, Percy and Clifford. Torture and death itſelf cannot divide us. Sir John Graham, you ſhall be the engine Our policie muſt work with, ſtreight give out That hearing of the Engliſh expedition, Our faction is diſſolv'd. Whats's this to Peggies reſcue?