Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
His being a traitor warrants it, dispatch A second message with acknowledgement Of former wrongs to our Ambassadors, With promise of a friendly interview Early tomorrow, impartially to hear Their wrongs, and mildly minister redress. Ensnare him so and spare not, for you'll find I fear, That Selby, Haslerig, and the rest Lay yokes too heavy on the nation's neck. If they do punish 'em. Punish 'em, 'sdeath hang 'em. Shall we agree to have such message sent To allure this bloody Tiger into th' net And waking then or sleeping kill him. No. All stratagems are lawful 'gainst a foe. Do what you will, but my consent is no. I'll venture to the Rebel. Do good Beaumont, Scotchman dar'st thou conduct him as his guide? But return sirrah, or the next time we take ye Y'are Crag shall pay for't. I'll not run away fra ye, giffe I do hang me and drae me, cum bully Joe, I dare not gang to the Scottis Camp, th'yle sa slay upon me, I'll near come back again, but Ize bring you where ye shall see that Lowne Wallace. That's all I wish; lead on. Marry sall I, luke to yourself, I'll thrust you into the Devil's chops. For getting out let me scuffle. Consult for present execution. What is, what should, what can this Wallace be? Whom fame limbs out for such a gallant piece, And is so curious in her workmanship, No part deforms him, Yet Wallace is a Rebel, his chief scandal Is poverty of Gentry, by my sword Were't no impeach to my dear Ancestors, I well could spare him some of my unused titles, Or would at martial gaming so I might lose And Wallace win so much of Clifford's honour, Our stocks might be alike, but I exceed, This night he is betrayed, he shall not, I'll turn traitor first he shall not, Call Beaumont back, or else by Clifford's honour, An oath which I esteem above my life, I will turn traitor, and reveal your plots, Call him back. Is Clifford mad? No Percie's lunatic, suppose he be a traitor And discipline of the field allow the act, What honour is it for a herd of yours To worry a sleeping Bear? go call him back. See he comes uncalled. The news. News call you it, let no Scot come neer your tents, Wallace sends you this token. Ha, how, Wallace. Was that the traitor? By Mars his helm, a complete Warrior, I so love his worth, I'll court it with my sword. Had you but stood in distance of his thunder, For, we parted just where our trenches ended, You'd ha' sworn the God of War had spoke, Quoth he, tell Percy, he shall not need. To hunt me in my tent, I'll rouse him in's own, And bids me give you this wooden stump, And swears to make you wear it, If you dare stand him in the field.
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His being a traitour warrants it, diſpatch A ſecond meſſage with acknowledgment Of former wrongs to our Embaſſadours, With promiſe of a friendly enterview Early to morrow, impartially to heare Their wrongs, and mildely miniſter redreſſe. Inſnare him ſo and ſpare not, for you'le finde I feare, That Selby, Haſlerig, and the reſt Lay yokes too heavy on the Nations neck. If they do puniſh 'em. Puniſh 'em, ſdeath hang 'em. Shall we agree to have ſuch meſſage ſent To allure this bloudy Tygre into th' net And waking then or ſeping kill him. No. All ſtratagems are lawfull 'gainſt a fo. Do what you will, but my conſent is no. I'le venture to the Rebell. Do good Beaumont, Scotchman dar'ſt thou conduct him as his guide? But return ſirra, or the next time we take yee Y'are Crag ſhall pay for't. I'ze not run away fra yee, giffe I do hang mee and drae mee, cum bully Joe, I dare not gang to the Scottis Campe, th'yle ſa ſlay upon me, Iſe near cum back agen, but lze bring you where yee ſhall ſee that Lowne VVallace. That's all I wiſh; lead on. Marry ſall I, luke to your ſelfe, Iſe thruſt you into the Dewles chops. For getting out let me ſcuffle. Conſult for preſent execution. What is, what ſhould, what can this Wallace be? Whom fame limbs out for ſuch a gallant peece, And is ſo curious in her workmanſhip, No part deforms him, Yet Wallace is a Rebell, his chief ſcandall Is poverty of Gentry, by my ſword Wert no impeach to my deare Anceſtors, I well could ſpare him ſome of my unus'd titles, Or would at martiall gaming ſo I might loſe And Wallace winne ſo much of Cliffords honour, Our ſtocks might be alike, but I exceed, This night he is betray'd, he ſhall not, I'le turn traitor firſt he ſhall not, Call Beaumont back, or elſe by Cliffords honor, An oath which I eſteem above my life, I will turn traitor, and reveale your plots, Call him back. Is Clifford mad? No Percie's lunatick, ſuppoſe he be a traitor And diſcipline of the field allow the act, What honour is it for a herd of yours To worry a ſleeping Beare? goe call him back. See he comes uncall'd. The news. News call you it, let no Scot come neer your tents, Wallace ſends you this token. Ha, how, Wallace. Was that the traitor? By Mars his helme, a compleat Warrior, I ſo love his worth, I'le court it with my ſword. Had you but ſtood in diſtance of his thunder, For, we parted juſt where our trenches ended, You'de ha' ſworn the God of VVar had ſpoke, Quoth he, tell Percy, he ſhall not need. To hunt me in my tent, I'le rouze him in's own, And bids me give you this wooden ſtumpe, And ſweares to make you weare it, If you dare ſtand him in the field.