Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
O if I be, let my soul never sleep, In the blessed bosom of my Ancestors, Till I have drawn a sea of purple tears From forth the bosoms of the murderers, Dear Peggie, father, Gertrid, which way, where How, when, what means, what cause shall I devise To find it out, and venge your tragedies? I'll teach ye how, Selby and Haslerig been the fell bloodhounds Whae have hunted laife until thick toils of death, Are they turned hangmen? Religious cries, beauteous entreaties, and reverend wellaways Could not win grace or favour, Wallas revenge my death, And for a favour keep my hindmost breath. And house it here. Where's Wallas? never eye Saw such a ruthless massacre. Yes Grimsby, Wallace can show a massacre will prove Thine but a may-game. Terrible and strange! Dost start at this? then see a spectacle Of force to stay the motion of the spheres, Or strike the Sun dead in the brow of heaven, Look, and like men short from the brow of thunder, Fall senseless, death wounds not so deep as wonder. Whose bloody act was this? The bloody acts Contrived and plotted by experienced villains. Who were the authors? judge, they all spoke English, Death best becomes that Dialect, The first was bloody Haslerig's, the second More villain-like was Selby's, but the third All had a hand in. English Ambassadors. They are welcome, let not one sullen brow Be seen in all this fiery firmament. Welcome, your business? Far more like a Prince, Than a base rebel looks the Northern traitor. Thus to a rebel from a royal King, If Wallace will confess himself a traitor, And for his bloody outrages and thefts, Crave mercy, and submit himself to Edward, There's hope of life. Still charitable English. 'tis not he sure, This looks not like a man should shake a kingdom. This it he shall deny, Rape, murder, ruin, all the sons of war Stands striving for the prey, and once let loose, Shall not be checked, nor taken up, till rage Be tired with murder, and thyself in chains Hanged like a villain. This is all perfect English, have ye yet spoke? We have. Then we begin, And to a tyrant thus says a loyal subject, If Edward will confess himself a tyrant, And kingly felon, and make good such theft As he and his have practised, sue his peace By yielding up his and himself to Wallace, There's hope of life, this if he shall deny Rape, murder, ruin, all the brood of war shallbe let fly, and never be lured of Till they be gorged, and bated with the heart Of the proud King himself. Now speaks a man Would thrust Iove from Olympus. Calm your spleen, For now speaks mercy, if your Countries wrongs Grow from abuse in Edward's substitutes, You shall have equal hearing, and the wrongs Punished in the deservers. This should not be English, Or if it be King Edward is no tyrant. What answers Wallace?
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O if I be, let my ſoule never ſleepe, In the bleſt boſome of my Anceſtors, Till I have drawne a ſea of purple teares From forth the boſomes of the murderers, Deere Peggie, father, Gertrid, which way, where How, when, what meanes, what cauſe ſhall I deviſe To finde it out, and venge your tragedies? I'le teach ye how, Selby and Haſlerigg byn the fell blood-hounds Whae have hunted laife untill thicke toyles of death, Are they turn'd hangmen? Religious cryes, beauteous entreats, and reverend well-awayes Could not winne grace or favour, Wallas revenge my death, And for a favour keep my hindmoſt breath. And houſe it here. Where's VVallas? never eye Saw ſuch a ruthleſſe maſſacre. Yes Grimsby, VVallace can ſhewe a maſſacre will proove Thine but a may-game. Terrible and ſtrange! Doſt ſtart at this? then ſee a ſpectacle Of force to ſtay the motion of the ſpheares, Or ſtrike the Sun dead in the browe of heaven, Looke, and like men ſhort from the browe of thunder, Fall ſeneeles, death wounds not ſo deepe as wonder. Whoſe bloody act was this? The bloody acts Contriv'd and plotted by experienc'd villaines. Who were the authors? Iudge, they all ſpake Engliſh, Death beſt becomes that Dialect, The firſt was bloody Haſleriggs, the ſecond More villaine-like was Selbyes, but the third All had a hand in. Engliſh Embaſſadours. They are welcome, let not one ſullen browe Be ſeene in all this fiery firmament. Welcome, your buſineſſe? Farre more like a Prince, Then a baſe rebell looks the Northerne traytor. Thus to a rebell from a royall King, If VVallace will confeſſe himſelfe a traytor, And for his bloody outrages and thefts, Crave mercy, and ſubmit himſelfe to Edward, There's hope of life. Still charitable Engliſh. Tis not he ſure, This looks not like a man ſhold ſhake a kingdome. This it he ſhall denie, Rape, murther, ruine, all the ſonnes of warre Stands ſtriving for the prey, and once let looſe, Shall not be checkt, nor taken up, till rage Be tyr'd with murther, and thy ſelfe in chaynes Hang'd like a villaine. This is all perfit Engliſh, have ye yet ſpoke? We have. Then we begin, And to a tyrant thus ſayes a loyall ſubject, If Edward will confeſſe himſelfe a tyrant, And kingly fellon, and make good ſuch theft As he and his have practis'd, ſue his peace By yeelding up his and himſelfe to VVallace, There's hope of life, this if he ſhall deny Rape, murther, ruine, all the brood of warre Shalbe let flie, and never be lur'd of Till they be gorg'd, and bated with the heart Of the proud King himſelfe. Now ſpeakes a man Would thruſt Iove from Olympus. Calme your ſpleene, For now ſpeaks mercy, if your Countryes wrongs Grow from abuſe in Edwards ſubſtitutes, You ſhall have equall hearing, and the wrongs Puniſh't in the deſervers. This ſhould not be Engliſh, Or if it be King Edward is no tyrant. What anſwers VValace?