Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
First pray pardon me, If like the working of a troubled sea My bosom rose in billows, for though the winds That raised the storm be down, yet the dear ruins Lie still in view, a father, and a wife, Age, beauty, and religion, for thee Thousands shall weep, as many wives Shed purple tears for thee, as many Churchmen Offer their reeking souls in sacrifice, Court, City, Church, the Chamber of your King, The Chair of State shall be no privilege. This was not Edward's act. Yet such as Edward Placed in commission, oh 'twas a churlish storm, And wretched I like a forlorn survivor Left to inter their dear remembrances. Good gentleman. But bid relentless Edward Send in the pirates Haslerig and Selby, And in their hands letters of Murt subscribed, To make me Master of my own revenge, Or like a Ball wrapped in a cloud of fire, Ruin shall fall upon his palace top, Pierce through the roof, and in his chair of State Solicit justice. Into his Princely ears I'll give your wrongs. Will Wallace here advise? Yes. Then be ruled by Grymsby. Thanks for thy kindness. Lord's Ambassadors, Such we esteem you, may we crave perusal Of your commission? Wallace shall command it. Mountfort and Glascott, what third fellow's that? One of our followers. Good, his name is not inserted, One call out a headsman. Ambitious rebel, know I am a Prince, And nephew to the Queen. Were't thou the King, Having no portion in the Embassy, I'd ha' thy head, go on, and strike it of, A second cut his tongue out, and a third Thrust out their eyes, and put their followers to the sword. Wallace willbe more mild. Wallace willbe more just Then see the Law of Arms disgraced Sound Drums and drown their cries. Revenge beats at heavens gates for tyrannies. So now our tragic Muse jets on the stage, You that for seeing baseness want your sight, Bear with this present our endeared, commends Back to the Queen, and say so much we tender Her sacred honour, weed not see it wronged Even in her Nephew, you that for sparing speech In honour's cause are justly mute, conduct This eyeless messenger, abuse not our intent In the delivery, make speedy haste, Lest we be there before you, share in like wrong, Lend him your eyes, and borrow you his tongue, If any question you about your harms, Say Wallace did it in the right of Arms. This will affright the English. Honoured Grimsby, This and ten thousand, thousand more extremes Cannot appease my anger, you that love me See those I loved inhumed, myself disguised, Will be their Convoy to the English Camp, And see their usage. 'Twill be an act of danger. The fitter him that undertakes it, Wallace Would hold himself not worthy of his fate Should he balk danger, dissuade not, I will on Were certain death against my bosom bent, There's gain in blood it's honourably spent.
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Firſt pray pardon me, If like the working of a troubled ſea My boſome roſe in billows, for though the windes That rais'd the ſtorme be downe, yet the deare ruines Lye ſtill in view, a father, and a wife, Age, beauty, and religion, for thee Thouſands ſhall weep, as many wives Shed purple teares for thee, as many Church-men Offer their reeking ſoules in ſacrifice, Court, City, Church, the Chamber of your King, The Chaire of State ſhall be no priviledge. This was not Edwards act. Yet ſuch as Edward Plac'd in commiſſion, oh t'was a churliſh ſtorme, And wretched I like a forlorne ſurviver Left to interre their deare remembrances. Good gentleman. But bid relentleſſe Edward Send in the pyrats Haſlerigg and Selbye, And in their hands letters of Murt ſubſcribed, To make me Maſter of my owne revenge, Or like a Ball wrapt in a cloud of fire, Ruine ſhall fall upon his palace top, Pierce through the roofe, and in his chayre of State Sollicit Iuſtice. Into his Princely eares I'le give your wrongs. Will VValace here adviſe? Yes. Then be rul'd by Grymsby. Thanks for thy kindneſſe. Lords Embaſſadors, Such we eſteeme you, may we crave peruſall Of your commiſſion? VVallace ſhall command it. Mountfort and Glaſcott, what third fellow's that? One of our followers. Good, his name is not inſerted, One call out a headſman. Ambitious rebell, know I am a Prince, And nephew to the Queene. Wer't thou the King, Having no portion in the Embaſſie, I'de ha' thy head, goe on, and ſtrike it of, A ſecond cut his tongue out, and a third Thruſt out their eyes, and put their followers to the ſword. VVallace wilbe more milde. VVallace wilbe more juſt Then ſee the Law of Armes diſgrac'd Sound Drums and drown their cries. Revenge beats at heavens gates for tyrannies. So now our tragick Muſe jets on the ſtage, You that for ſeeing baſeneſſe want your ſight, Beare with this preſent our indeer'd, commends Back to the Queen, and ſay ſo much we tender Her ſacred honour, weed not ſee it wrong'd Even in her Nephew, you that for ſparing ſpeech In honours cauſe are juſtly mute, conduct This eyeleſſe meſſenger, abuſe not our intent In the delivery, make ſpeedy haſte, Leſt we be there before you, ſhare in like wrong, Lend him your eyes, and borrow you his tongue, If any queſtion you about your harms, Say Wallace did it in the right of Armes. This will affright the Engliſh. Honor'd Grimsby, This and ten thouſand, thouſand more extremes Cannot appeaſe my anger, you that love me See thoſe I lov'd inhum'd, my ſelfe diſguiſ'd, Will be their Convoy to the Engliſh Campe, And ſee their uſage. 'Twill be an act of danger. The fitter him that undertakes it, Wallace Would hold himſelf not worthy of his fate Should he bawke danger, diſſwade not, I will on Were certain death againſt my boſome bent, There's gain in bloud it's honorably ſpent.