Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
D''ee hear th' English march? they are at hand. Now Grimsby, they for Pikes are tossing Cans. I am glad our thunder wakes 'em. Shall we on? Whether is't best to stop 'em in their march, Or here to make a stand and front 'em. Stand. Or else retire back to the spacious Plain For battle far more advantageous. And so retiring be held runaways. Here stands my body, and ere this English Wolves Stretch their jaws ne'er so wide, from hence shall drive I'll rather lie here fifty fathom deep, Now at this minute, then by giving back One foot, prolong my life a thousand years. Then let us die or live here. Arm, arm. Fall back? not I, death of myself is partly, I'll never fly myself, here's no false heart: let's in our rising be, or in our falls Like bells which ring alike at Funerals, As at Coronations, each man meet his wound, With selfsame joy as Kings go to be crowned, Where charge you? In the battle, valiant Grimsby Is General of our Horse, the infantry By coming is commanded, Mentith and you Shall come up in the Rear. The Rear. Yes. No, sir. Let Mentith, Wallace shall not. He may choose. Were I to hunt within a Wilderness A herd of Tigers, I would scorn to cheat My glories from the sweat of others brows, By encountering the fierce beasts at second hand, When others strength had tamed him, let me meet The Lion being new roused, and when his eyes Sparkle with flames of indignation, I ha' not in the Academe of War So oft read Lectures, chief now to come lag, I'll ha' the leading of the Van or none. Then none, you wrong us all, Men now are placed, and must not be dishonoured. So, dishonoured. Charge in the Rear for God's sake, now to stand On terms of worth hazards the fate of all. Well be't so then, the Rear, see you yond hill, Yonder i'll stand, and though I should see Butchers, Cut all your throats like sheep, I will not stir Till I see time myself. Your pleasure, on, Each Leader spend his best direction. Which is the fellow? I am the party sir. Stand forth before the King, Nay, he's no sheep-biter. Didst thou kill Wallace? Yes marry did I sir, if I should be hanged here before ye, I would not deny it. How didst thou kill him? hand to hand? Hand to hand, as Dog-killers kill dogs, so I beat out his brains I'm sure. methinks, thou shouldst not look him in the face. No more I did, I came behind his back & felled him. Art thou a Gentleman? I am no gentleman borne, my Father was a poor Fletcher in Grubstreet, but I am a gentleman by my place. What place? A Justice's clerk, sir Jeffery Wiseacres. My man, if it please your Majesty, an honest true Knave. Give to sir Wiseacres clerk an hundred pounds.
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D'ee heare th' Engliſh march? they are at hand. Now Grimsby, they for Pikes are toſſing Cans. I am glad our thunder wakes 'em. Shall we on? Whether iſt beſt to ſtop 'em in their march, Or here to make a ſtand and front 'em. Stand. Or elſe retire back to the ſpacious Plaine For battaile far more advantagious. And ſo retiring be held runawayes. Here ſtands my body, and ere this Engliſh Wolves Stretch their jaws ne're ſo wide, from hence ſhall drive I'le rather lie here fifty fathome deep, Now at this minute, then by giving back One foot, prolong my life a thouſand yeers. Then let us die or live here. Arme, arme. Fall back? not I, death of my ſelfe is part, I'le never flie my ſelf, heres no falſe heart: Lets in our riſing be, or in our falls Like bels which ring alike at Funerals, As at Coronations, each man meet his wound, With ſelf-ſame joy as Kings go to be crown'd, Where charge you? In the battaile, valiant Grimsby Is Generall of our Horſe, the infantry By comming is commanded, Mentith and you Shall come up in the Reare. The Reare. Yes. No, ſir. Let Mentith, Wallace ſhall not. He may chooſe. Were I to hunt within a Wilderneſſe A herd of Tigres, I would ſcorn to cheat My glories from the ſweat of others brows, By encountring the fierce beaſts at ſecond hand, When others ſtrength had tam'd him, let me meet The Lion being new rowz'd, and when his eyes Sparkle with flames of indignation, I ha' not in the Academe of War So oft read Lectures, chief now to come lag, Ile ha' the leading of the Van or none. Then none, you wrong us all, Men now are plac'd, and muſt not be diſhonour'd. So, diſhonour'd. Charge in the Reare for Gods ſake, now to ſtand On terms of worth hazards the fate of all. Well be't ſo then, the Reare, ſee you yon hill, Yonder i'le ſtand, and tho I ſhould ſee Butchers, Cut all your throats like ſheep, I will not ſtirre Till I ſee time my ſelfe. Your pleaſure, on, Each Leader ſpend his beſt direction. Which is the fellow? I am the party ſir. Stand forth before the King, Nay, he's no ſheep-biter. Didſt thou kill Wallace? Yes marry did I ſir, if I ſhould be hang'd here before yee, I would not deny it. How didſt thou kill him? hand to hand? Hand to hand, as Dog-killers kill dogs, ſo I beat out his brains I'me ſure. Me thinks, thou ſhouldſt not look him in the face. No more I did, I came behind his back & felld him. Art thou a Gentleman? I am no gentleman borne, my Father was a poore Fletcher in Grubſtreet, but I am a gentleman by my place. What place? A Juſtices Clarke, ſir Jeffery Wiſeacres. My man, if it pleaſe your Majeſty, an honeſt true Knave. Give to ſir Wiſeacres Clark an hundred pounds.