Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Much, this rumour Blown through the Land will stay the English forces, And give us time and means to strengthen ours, That once in act, repair to Haslerig, Selby and Thorn, urge Peggy's innocence, And for her freedom and your own make faith, To yield me prisoner, 'twill be no doubt excepted, yourself once pardoned, and your daughter free. What rests for Wallace? Prospered destiny, If the great cause we undertake be good, 'Twill thrive, if not, be't washed in Wallace blood. Is it by general Proclamation voiced That but proud Wallace yield, Peg Graham dies, The Criers are all hoarse with bawling of it. 'tis time for providence to stir the King, (I know not upon what complaints) pretends This rank Rebellion rather, took his root From wrongs in us, than treacheries in Wallace. And sends his forces rather to examine And question our demeanours, than their treasons. We must prevent it, how think you, Sir Jeffery? Troth even as you think, policy must prevent it. Sir John Graham craves conference with the Commissioners. Admit him. A man, methinks, of your experience, Respect and education should not link yourself in such a chain of counterfeits. Nor have I Lords, but for your best advantage, And England's good, traitors and dotterels, Are sold for all alike, he that will take them Must seem to do as they do, imitate Their vicious actions, strive to take upon him Their idle follies, join companies, and drive Them into a net suspectless. So did not Graham. Speak not before your knowledge, you detain My only daughter prisoner, will Selby And his colleagues free her and pardon me, If I dissolve the brood of traitors And give up Wallace in bands? Let's daughter be produced. And th' execution for awhile deferred, Though in her cause Selby has lost a son And with him all content, so dear I tender The peace of Scotland and my sovereign's good, As give the traitor to the hand of Law And with her life take thine. Good policy. ay trow, ye mean not Wallas his devoir, And doughty valour merits mare repute nor Sike fawe language. A foul traitor, I have conversed with Wallace, thrown myself Into his bosom, mingled thoughts with him, And find him neither worthy of thy love, Nor my alliance. Fay, sa, not sea, my bunny Wallace luifes me. Yes as a Politician does a knave For his own ends, hearing thy death proclaimed, But he come in, I told him on't, he smiled. I urged thy love and constancy, still he smiled, And to confirm't he basely has cut off All his associates, and given up himself Wholly to me. Hawd therefore charity, and wad ye give Him to his faes, that gave His blood to your protect? I will and have, For thine enlargement and my own I have, No more, here comes the Rebel. Traitorous man, Is this thy love? these thy deep promises? Art thou their Aspies? See Selby here's the hand Cleft thy son's heart. For which base villain I'll see thee hanged.
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Much, this rumour Blown through the Land will ſtay the Engliſh forces, And give us time and means to ſtrengthen ours, That once in act, repair to Haſterig, Selby and Thorn, urge Peggies innocence, And for her freedom and your own make faith, To yeeld me priſoner, 'twill be no doubt excepted, Your ſelf once pardon'd, and your daughter free. What reſts for Wallace? Proſper'd deſtinie, If the great cauſe we undertake be good, 'Twill thrive, if not, be't waſht in VVallace bloud. Is it by generall Proclamation voic'd That but proud VVallace yeild, Peg Graham dies, The Cryers are all hoarſe with balling of it. T'is time for providence to ſtirre the King, (I know not upon what complaints) pretends This rank Rebellion rather, took his root From wrongs in us, then treacheries in VVallace. And ſends his forces rather to examine And queſtion our demeanours, then their treaſons. We muſt prevent it, how think you, Sir Jeffery? Troth even as you think, policie muſt prevent it. Sir John Graham craves conference with the Cōmiſſioners. Admit him. A man, me thinks, of your experience, Reſpect and education ſhould not linke Your ſelf in ſuch a chain of counterfeits. Nor have I Lords, but for your beſt advantage, And Englands good, traitors and dottrels, Are ſold for all alike, he that will take them Muſt ſeem to do as they do, imitate Their vicious actions, ſtrive to take upon him Their idle follies, joyn companies, and drive Them into a net ſuſpectleſſe. So did not Graham. Speak not before your knowledge, you detain My onely daughter priſoner, will Selby And his colleagues free her and pardon me, If I diſſolve the brood of traitors And give up Wallace in bands? Let's daughter be produc'd. And th' execution for awhile deferr'd, Though in her cauſe Selby ha's loſt a ſonne And with him all content, ſo deer I tender The peace of Scotland and my Soveraignes good, As give the traitour to the hand of Law And with her life take thine. Good policie. Aye trowe, ye mean not Wallas his devoire, And dowty valour merits mare repute nor Sike fawe language. A fowle traitour, I have converſt with Wallace, thrown my ſelfe Into his boſome, mingled thoughts with him, And find him neither worthy of thy love, Nor my alliance. Fay, ſa, not ſea, my bunny Wllace luifes me. Yes as a Politician does a knave For his own ends, hearing thy death proclaim'd, But he come in, I told him on't, he ſmiled. I urg'd thy love and conſtancy, ſtill he ſmil'd, And to confirm't he baſely ha's cut off All his aſſociates, and given up himſelfe Wholly to me. Hawd rherefor cherritie, and wad yee give Him to his faes, that gave His blood to your protect? I will and have, For thine enlargement and my own I have, No more, here comes the Rebell. Traiterous man, Is this thy love? theſe thy deep promiſes? Art thou their Aspies? See Selby here's the hand Cleft thy ſonnes heart. For which baſe villain I'le ſee thee hang'd.