Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
WHat talk'st of Conscience? thouart an apparent rebel. How can he be a rebel was ne'er subject? What right has Edward to the Crown of Scotland (The sword except) more than myself, or Grimsby? What greater right than conquest? Then what cause, juster thou mine? respected Country man, Thou hast been nobly valued, and held rank With best deservers, look upon the wounds And mortal stabs of that distressed breast That gave thee suck; see thy poor brethren slaves, Thy sisters ravished, and all outrages That bloody Conquest can give licence to, See this, and then ask Conscience if the man That with his blood seeks general reformation Deserves the name of Traitor, Whither dost lead me? To Northumberland And Beaumont. butcher's do your worst, Torture, I spit defiance in thy face, And death, embrace thee with as kind a name As if thou wert. Thy Father. And thy waif. In heaven or in a slumber, who resolves me? Speak, am I dead, or living? or asleep? Or all, or both, or neither? tell me fate. methinks I see my Father, warlike Graham, The friar, what Peggie too? I prithee joy Do not o'erflow my senses, dearest friends Pegg, Father, Coming, Mentith, Graham, see I am new moulded, and here stands the creature That by a warrant granted from the Queen Formed me from out a second Chaos breathed New life, new motions, new dimensions, To tell the story were to shame the world, And make all mankind blush. May luive. Our prayers. And all our friendship like a coat of steel Stand betwixt him, and danger. All join hands, Thus like a mountain Cedar Wallace stands Amongst a grove of friends, not to remove For Edward's thunder, nor the frown of Jove, I'll hew the yoke from off my country's neck, Or never house, this religious friar Is a full witness to the sacred bond Twixt heaven and me, which on my part I'll keep, Or pay the forfeit with my blood. Heaven shield Many a tall wood oak been felled Ere Wallace stoop, heed Gentrid saw Theke sword shall keep in mickle awe, Fell Southern folk, many a cry, Fray cradled barns, ere he shall fly, Nurses sighs, and mother's tears Shall swell the clouds, till thy awne blood, Prove false thilk Crag sall ne'er lig dead. Shall Wallace live till his own blood prove false, Why, that can never be till palsy age Hath thrust his icy fingers through my veins, And frozen up the passages of blood. The town of Lavercke, peopled only with English pride And overjoyed with thy surprisal are made drunk with mirth, Bonfires, bells, banquets, and the devil and all Invite our swords to their sad funeral. Close with advantage, put yourselves in Arms, And cease their forfeit lives, this holy Friar Shall first bestow a matrimonial band Of our united love, and then my sword Like winged lightning shall prepare a way, To Laverck's doom.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVHat talk'ſt of Conſcience? th'art an apparant rebell. How can he be a rebell was nere ſubject? What right has Edward to the Crowne of Scotland (The ſword except) more than my ſelfe, or Grymsbie? What greater right then conqueſt? Then what cauſe, Iuſter thou mine? reſpected Country man, Thou haſt beene nobly valued, and held ranke With beſt deſervers, look upon the wounds And mortall ſtabs of that diſtreſſed breaſt That gave thee ſuck; ſee thy poore brethren ſlaves, Thy ſiſters raviſht, and all out-rages That bloudy Conqueſt can give lycence to, See this, and then aske Conſcience if the man That with his bloud ſeeks generall reformation Deſerves the name of Traitour, Whither do'ſt leade me? To Northumberland And Beaumont. Butchers do your worſt, Torture, I ſpit defiance in thy face, And death, embrace thee with as kinde a narme As if thou wert. Thy Father. And thy waife. In heaven or in a ſlumber, who reſolves me? Speake, am I dead, or living? or aſleep? Or all, or both, or neither? tell me fate. Me thinks I ſee my Father, warlike Graham, The Fryer, what Peggie too? I prethee joye Do not ore-flow my ſences, deereſt friends Pegg, Father, Coming, Mentith, Graham, ſee I am new moulded, and here ſtands the creature That by a warrant granted from the Queene Form'd me from out a ſecond Chaos breath'd New life, new motions, new dimenſions, To tell the ſtory were to ſhame the world, And make all mankinde bluſh. May luive. Our prayers. And all our friendſhip like a coat of ſteele Stand betwixt him, and danger. All joyne hands, Thus like a mountaine Cedar Wallace ſtands Amongſt a grove of friends, not to remove For Edwards thunder, nor the frowne of Jove, I'le hew the yoke from off my countries necke, Or never houſe, this religious Fryer Is a full witneſſe to the ſacred bond Twixt heaven and me, which on my part I'le keep, Or pay the forfeit with my bloud. Heaven ſhield Many a tall wood oake beene fell'd Ere Wallace ſtoope, heed Gentrid ſawe Theke ſword ſhall keep in mickle aw, Fell Sotherne folk, many a crie, Fray cradled barns, e're he ſhall flie, Nurſes ſighes, and mothers tears Shall ſwell the clouds, till thy awne bloud, Prove falſe thilk Crag ſall nere lig dead. Shall Wallace live till his owne bloud prove falſe, Why, that can never be till palſey age Hath thruſt his icy fingers through my veins, And frozen up the paſſages of bloud. The town of Lavercke, peopled only with Engliſh pride And overjoyed with thy ſurprizall are made drunk with mirch, Bonefires, bels, banquets, and the devill and all Invite our ſwords to their ſad funerall. Cloſe with advantage, put your ſelves in Armes, And ceaſe their forfeit lives, this holy Frien Shall firſt beſtow a matrimoniall band Of our united love, and then my ſword Like winged lightning ſhall prepare a way, To Lavercks doom.