Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
And such I fear will thine be, honoured friends See those remains of honourable love Cradled in earth, that once performed take Arms To venge their deaths, Mentith, I attend The coming of some special friends by oath, Bound to assist us, hark how their friendly drums Chide them for loitering. Honoured Douglas, welcome, Welcome Macbeth, and doughty Wintersdale, Not, unto men more, driven in needful want, Could you have brought supply. The better welcome, Gold to rich men, and treasure to the wealthy, Are known companions, where's our General, The hopeful Wallace? Gone in quest of death, Firm as his fate, cause he sees danger shuns him, He's gone to seek it in the English tents. So Hercules sought honour out in Hell. He not deserves, the name of General, Dares not face danger, and outdo the Devil. And such a man is Wallace, yet lest worth Bears him beyond his strength, bring up your powers For present charge, his thoughts are tragical, And full of blood, active, and violent all. You that best know 'em, feed 'em, all that's ours, For Scotland's good call Wallaces and yours. Whare man? till the English Camp senu you, gad sides you gang as I ha' seen money a your Countrymen like rank riders amble up westward, you gang the wrong weigh man, you sall lose and ye play at shoolagroate, ha' ye nam linckers? alas I want my eyes, but have a tongue, He sees, but cannot speak. Blink at small faults then, make me the thirdman, and here's a bunny noise of Fiddlers to gang fra winehouse to winehouse, a blind harper, a mute Cornet, and an old Scotch bagpipe worn toth' stumps. Are you a Scotch man Sir? Ye marry am I, body and soul a true Scotchman borne, but a true liegeman, hang him that does not luife your King, and your Countryman, what good victuals is that which thilk bonny man that has glazen windows to his lindging has tied up in his wallet there? 'tis the head of a young murdered gentleman. What see you man! a man's scalp, I doubt ye be three false knaves liggand yare heads together about na goodness, a traitor's head is't not? No, but we ha' met with villains worse than traitors. Wallace your countryman, that bloody hangman Mangled us all three thus. Walas my Countryman, ay say upon him, Fawe lymmerlike wad I had his head here too, I said bear it by my sawle toth' English Camp Or near gang farther. 'twould be a glorious fight there. And you could see it ye sulled sea so man, Wallace Cut of my shanks too, cause I ran away from him To serve your good Prince, hark man, I wear Na shoes but wooden clampers. Of charity lead us to th' English Camp, Ye shall besides thanks be most royally paid.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And ſuch I feare will thine be, honour'd friends See thoſe remayns of honorable love Cradled in earth, that once perform'd take Armes To venge their deaths, Mentith, I attend The comming of ſome ſpeciall friends by oath, Bound to aſſiſt us, hark how their friendly drums Chide them for loytring. Honor'd Douglas, welcome, Welcome Mackbeth, and doughty Winterſdale, Not, unto men more, driven in needfull want, Could you have brought ſupply. The better welcome, Gold to rich men, and treaſure to the wealthy, Are known companions, wher's our Generall, The hopefull VVallace? Gone in queſt of death, Firme as his fate, cauſe he ſees danger ſhuns him, He's gone to ſeek it in the Engliſh tents. So Hercules ſought honour out in Hell. He not deſerves, the name of Generall, Dares not face danger, and out-do the Devill. And ſuch a man is VVallace, yet leaſt worth Bears him beyond his ſtrength, bring up your powers For preſent charge, his thoughts are tragicall, And full of bloud, active, and violent all. You that beſt know 'em, feed 'em, all that's ours, For Scotlands good call VVallaces and yours. Whare man? till the Engliſh Campe ſenu you, gad ſides you gang as I ha' ſeene mony a your Contrymen like ranck riders amble up weſtward, you gang the wrang wey man, you ſall luſe and ye play at ſhoolagroate, ha' ye na linckers? Ahlas I want my eyes, but have a tongue, He ſees, but cannot ſpeake. Blyncke at ſmaw faults then, make me the thridman, and here's a bunny noyſe of Fidlers to gang fra winehouſe to winehouſe, a blind harper, a mute Cornet, and an old Scotch bagpipe worne toth' ſtumps. Are you a Scotch man Sir? Ye marry am I, boddy and ſawle a true Scotchman borne, but a true liegeman, hang him that does not luife your King, and your Countryman, what gude victales is that which thilke bonny man that haz glazen windows to his lindging has tyed up in his wallet there? Tis the head of a young murderd gentleman. What ſenn you man! a mans ſcalpe, I doubt ye be three fawſe knaves liggand yare heads together about na gudenes, a traytors head iſt not? No, but we ha' met with villaynes worſe then traytors. VValace your countryman, that bloody hangman Mangled us all three thus. VValas my Countryman, ay ſay upon him, Fawe lymmerlike wad I had his head here too, Ized beare it by my ſawle toth' Engliſh Campe Or neere gang farder. Twold be a glorious fight there. And you could ſee it ye ſulled ſea ſo man, VVallace Cut of my ſhancks too, cauſe I ran away from him To ſerve your gude Prince, harke man, I weare Na ſhooen but wodden clampers. Of charity leade us to th' Engliſh Campe, Ye ſhall beſides thanks be moſt royally payd.