Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Base Rebel, why durst he not stand here? None prayed him stay, 'twas manners being not welcomed to get away. He sends, commends to Clifford, with this wish, That if at this great match of life, and death, He chance to lose the smallest part of honour His sword may join't, he knows best how to use it. At my return from France, quoth he, this vow Which I have promised shall be surely paid, Our Country overtopped with tyranny, Makes us fly thither for succour, Aeolus, Let favourable winds and tides assist me, That spoke, revolted Grimsby and his powers Met him in Arms, what further he intends, Hark their Drum tells, here my Commission ends. let's send him commendations too, beat ours. Set down Bolt, I can bear with thee no longer. No more can I bear any longer with you, Sir Ieffry, but what a reeling drunken sot is this sea, that casts up such gobbets as this, is this a windfall or no now sir Ieffery? your Worship knows both the tags and points of the law. Yes sure it is a windfall, for as we walked upon the shore, we saw the ship split, this fell out, the winds were the cause, therefore it must needs be a windfall. Well somebody has had but a bad fish-dinner today. The Seas have crossed them that sought to cross the Seas, and therefore for my part I'll never meddle with these waterworks. Nor I, let's be more wise than a number of gallants, and keep the land that's left us, did you ever see such gambols as the waves made sir Ieffery? Never since I wore the nightcap of justice, and that this her dudgeon dagger was a my side. Did you note what puffing the winds made till they got great bellies, and then how sorely the ship fell in labour. Didst hear what a doleful cry they made, When their main yard was split? Alas sir, would it not make any man roar that had but an inch of feeling or compassion in his belly to have his mayne yard split, and how the mariners hung by the ropes like Saint Thomas Onions. I saw it Bolt with salt eyes. So that you may see at sea however the wind blows, if a man be well hung, he's cock sure. But Bolt what dost thou think this to be? A matter of some weight as I take it. I hope 'tis gold 'tis so heavy, and 'twas going out of the Land. Like enough, for gold goes now very heavily from us, and silver too, both red chinks, and white chinks fly away, but sir Ieffery, if this be gold, how rich is the sea, think ye, that has innumerable such sands? More rich than the land, and more fat. So it had need, for the land looks with a lean pair of cheeks, yet it has an excellent stomach, it digests any thing.
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Baſe Rebell, why durſt he not ſtand here? None pray'd him ſtay, Twas manners being not welcom'd to get away. He ſends, commends to Clifford, with this wiſh, That if at this great match of life, and death, He chance to loſe the ſmalleſt part of honour His ſword may joyn't, he knows beſt how to uſe it. At my return from France, quoth he, this vow Which I have promis'd ſhall be ſurely payed, Our Country overtopt with tyranny, Makes us flie thither for ſuccour, Aeolus, Let favourable winds and tydes aſſiſt me, That ſpoak, revolted Grimsby and his powers Met him in Armes, what further he intends, Harke their Drum tels, here my Commiſſion ends. Lets ſend him commendations too, beat ours. Set downe Bolt, I can beare with thee no longer. No more can I beare any longer with you, Sir Ieffry, but what a reeling drunken ſot is this ſea, that caſts up ſuch gobbets as this, is this a windfall or no now ſir Ieffery? your Worſhip knows both the tags and points of the law. Yes ſure it is a windfall, for as we walk'd upon the ſhore, we ſaw the ſhip ſplit, this fell out, the winds were the cauſe, therefore it muſt needs be a windfall. Well ſome body ha's had but a bad fiſh-dinner to day. The Seas have croſt them that ſought to croſſe the Seas, and therefore for my part I'le never meddle with theſe water-works. Nor I, lets be more wiſe then a number of gallants, and keep the land that's left us, did you ever ſee ſuch gambols as the waves made ſir Ieffery? Never ſince I wore the nightcap of Iuſtice, and that this her dudgeon dagger was a my ſide. Did you note what puffing the winds made till they got great bellies, and then how ſorely the ſhip fell in labour. Didſt heare what a dolefull cry they made, When their maine yard was ſplit? Alas ſir, would it not make any man roare that had but an inch of feeling or compaſſion in his belly to have his mayne yard ſplit, and how the marriners hung by the ropes like Saint Thomas Onyons. I ſaw it Bolt with ſalt eyes. So that you may ſee at ſea however the winde blowes, if a man be well hung, hees cocke ſure. But Bolt what doſt thou thinke this to be? A matter of ſome weight as I take it. I hope 'tis gold 'tis ſo heavy, and 'twas going out of the Land. Like enough, for gold goes now very heavily from us, and ſilver too, both red chincks, and white chincks flie away, but ſir Ieffery, if this be gold, how rich is the ſea, thinke ye, that has innumerable ſuch ſands? More rich then the land, and more fat. So it had need, for the land looks with a leane payre of cheeks, yet it has an excellent ſtomach, it digeſts any thing.