Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Thou knowest not thy own eyes, May feed the Crows as soon as mine, Toads and Snakes May dig their lodgings in thy breast, And Devils make faggots of thy bones first, But my sentence. Here, Graham, for thy service, We enlarge thy beauteous daughter. A mild exchange, Angels approve it. Next, thee to thy Lands and Offices we restore. And what for Wallace? Race him from your thoughts. razed been his name forth the White book of life that speaks it. Hence. Dear Wallace, thoe ane shrude Hawd not our bands, wees meet in yonder cloud, where na fell Southern nowther can extrude, Nor bar na fra celestial pulchritude, Aid gange thy gate, till heaven, and as we flay, Like turtle Dove's weese bill & find good play. Rare resolution, what weak heart would faint, Having so constant a companion? Selby my soul's bound on a glorious voyage, And would be freed out of this jail of flesh, Then hinder not my voyage. 'Tis not policy, we'll rather set it forwards. Raise a Gallows fifty foot high, ye shall not go by water, we'll send you up a nearer way. All's one, Axe, halter, famine, martyrdom, or fire, All are but several passages to heaven, Let my soul go the furthest way about, Come tired with tortures, shooting out my heart, The deepest wounds, like strong Certificates Find kindest welcome. Stay th'execution, and having read this Warrant, know 'Tis the Queen's pleasure, you send in this traitor Under my conduct to the English Camp: Rebellion of this nature must be searched, With sharper torture. I outdare the worst, He is no man that is afraid of death, And Wallace his resolve shall outlive breath. 'Tis but short-lived else, first see him bound and hoodwinked, Then leave him to my care. Bear with this Rebel, my love. My service. And my policy to the good Queen and Ladies. Come Wallace, now your pride draws near the fall. Why Grimsby, if I fall, 'Tis but to gather stronger force to rise, For as a ball's thrown down to raise it higher, So death's rebound shall make my soul aspire The glorious clouds, so long I die secure. Death cannot threat more than I dare endure. No not a man more than my private followers, The Queen enjoins it. Farewell, valiant Grimsby, and farewell danger. Policy and all. The traitors fled, and Wallace thus suppressed, My sons bloods paid, and his wronged ghost at rest. And the whole land at quiet, where's Sir Iohn Graham? we'll join him partner in Commission, 'Twill be a means to make our party strong, And keep down mutinies, search out old Wallace, And hang the Carl at his own door, Sir Ieffrey, Place tables in the streets, bonfires, and bells, Since without cause they murmur, let 'em know That with their knees we'll make their proud hearts bow. Sir Jeffrey, be you Master of the Feast, You keep the purse, if money fall out short, Send out for more, you have commission for't.
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Thou knoweſt not thy own eyes, May feed the Crows aſſoon as mine, Toads and Snakes May dig their lodgings in thy breſt, And Devils make faggots of thy bones firſt, But my ſentence. Here, Graham, for thy ſervice, We enlarge thy beauteous daughter. A milde exchange, Angels approve it. Next, thee to thy Lands and Offices we reſtore. And what for Wallace? Race him from your thoughts. Rac'd byn his name furth the Whayte buke of life that ſpeaks it. Hence. Dear Wallace, thoe ane ſhrude Hawd not our bands, wees meet in yander cloud, Whare na fell Southern nowther can extrude, Nor bar na fra celeſtiall pulchritude, Aid gange thy gate, till heaven, and as we flay, Like turtle Dowes weeſe bill & find gude play. Rare reſolution, what weak heart would faint, Having ſo conſtant a companion? Selby my ſoul's bound on a glorious voyage, And would be free'd out of this jayle of fleſh, Then hinder not my voyage. 'Tis not policie, wee'l rather ſet it forwards. Raiſe a Gallowes fifty foot high, ye ſhall not go by water, wee'l ſend you up a neerer way. All's one, Axe, halter, famine, martyrdome, or fire, All are but ſeverall paſſages to heaven, Let my ſoule go the furtheſt way about, Come tir'd with tortures, ſhooting out my heart, The deepeſt wounds, like ſtrong Certificates Find kindeſt welcome. Stay th'execution, and having read this Warrant, know 'Tis the Queens pleaſure, you ſend in this traitour Vnder my conduct to the Engliſh Campe: Rebellion of this nature muſt be ſearch'd, With ſharper torture. I outdare the worſt, He is no man that is afraid of death, And Wallace his reſolve ſhall out-live breath. 'Tis but ſhort-liv'd elſe, firſt ſee him bound and hud-winckt, Then leave him to my care. Bear with this Rebell, my love. My ſervice. And my policie to the good Queen and Ladies. Come Wallace, now your pride draws neer the fall. Why Grimsby, if I fall, 'Tis but to gather ſtronger force to riſe, For as a ball's thrown down to raiſe it higher, So death's rebound ſhall make my ſoule aſpire The glorious clouds, ſo long I die ſecure. Death cannot threat more then I dare endure. No not a man more then my private followers, The Queen enjoyns it. Farwell, valiant Grimsby, and farwell danger. Policie and all. The traitors fled, and Wallace thus ſuppreſt, My ſons blouds paid, and his wrong'd ghoſt at reſt. And the whole land at quiet, wher's Sir Iohn Graham? Wee'l joyn him partner in Commiſſion, 'Twill be a means to make our party ſtrong, And keep down mutinies, ſearch out old Wallace, And hang the Carle at his own door, Sir Ieffrey, Place tables in the ſtreets, bonefires, and bels, Since without cauſe they murmur, let u'm know That with their knees wee'l make their proud harts bow. Sir Jeffrey, be you Maſter of the Feaſt, You keep the purſe, if money fall out ſhort, Send out for more, you have commiſſion for't.