Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
I thank your grace. God confound all your foes at the same rate. But if this Wallace, sirrah, be alive now, You and your hundred pounds shall both be hanged. Nay I will be hanged ere I part from my money, Who pays, who pays? Charge, charge. The news brave Clifford. The daring Scot fuller of insolence than strength Stand forth to bid us battle. Throw defiance back down their throats, and of our Heralds Northumberland the honour shall be thine, tell'em We come to scourge their pride with whips of steel, Their City hath from justice snatched her sword To strike their Sovereign, who has turned the point Upon their own breasts, tell 'em this. I shall. Where's noble Bruce? Here. I have a message, but 'tis more honourable, sent to you too, The Herald says that Wallace dares ye, his Spite is all at you, and if your spirit be great As his, you find him in the rear. Hang up that wiseacres, and the fool his man. My master, not me sir, I have a Recognizance of him To stand betwixt me and the gallows. A king's word must be kept, hang 'em both. One word more good Sir, before I go to this gear, If a king's word must be kept, why was it not kept, when he gave me the 100. li. wipe out one, I'll wipe out the other. That jest hath saved your lives, let me see you fight today. Bravely like Cocks. Now Wallace look to your coxcomb. Move on. We have fleshed them soundly. I would not wish to meet with braver spirits. Stay, Bruce, what's yonder on the hill? They are Colours. Why do they mangle thus their Armies limbs? What's that so far off? Sure 'tis the Rear, where burns the black brand, Kindles all this fire, I mean the Traitor Wallace? What turned Coward? A dog of so good mouth, and stand at bay? If in this heat of fight we break their ranks, Press through, and charge that devil, Bruce thyself. To hell if I can chase him. Charge up strong, hark, brave, Let now our hands be warriors, not our tongues. They fly, they fly. The English shrink, knit all our nerves And fasten Fortunes offer. Keep steady footing, the day is lost if you stir, Stir not, but stand the tempest. I cry on. And I. So do not I, this starting back is but an English earthquake, which to dust, shakes rotten towers, but builds the sound more strong. let's on, and dare death in the thickest throng. Did I not give you warning of this whirlpool For going too far? We are all dead men, yet fight So long as legs and Arms last. In how quick time Have we about you built a wall of brass? Had he whom here you call your General A Soldier been remarkable of great breeding, And now to be caught with lime-twigs? Keep our ground. If we must fall, fall bravely.
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I thank your grace. God confound all your foes at the ſame rate. But if this Wallace, ſirra, be alive now, You and your hundred pounds ſhall both be hang'd. Nay I will be hang'd ere I part from my money, Who payes, who payes? Charge, charge. The news brave Clifford. The daring Scot fuller of inſolence then ſtrength Stand forth to bid us battell. Throw defiance back downe their throats, and of our Heralds Northumberland the honor ſhall be thine, tell'um We come to ſcourge their pride with whips of ſteele, Their City hath from Iuſtice ſnatch'd her ſword To ſtrike their Soveraigne, who ha's turn'd the point Vpon their own breaſts, tell 'em this. I ſhall. Where's noble Bruce? Here. I have a meſſage, but tis more honorable, ſent to you too, The Herald ſaies that Wallace dares ye, his Spite is all at you, and if your ſpirit be great As his, you finde him in the reare. Hang up that wiſeacres, and the fool his man. My maſter, not me ſir, I have a Recognizance of him To ſtand betwixt me and the gallows. A Kings word muſt be kept, hang 'em both. One word more good Sir, before I go to this geere, If a Kings word muſt be kept, why was it not kept, when he gave me the 100. li. wipe out one, I'le wipe out the other. That jeſt hath ſav'd your lives, let me ſee you fight to day. Bravely like Cocks. Now Wallace look to your coxcombe. Move on. We have fleſh'd them ſoundly. I would not wiſh to meet with braver ſpirits. Stay, Bruce, what's yonder on the hill? They are Collors. Why do they mangle thus their Armies limbes? Whats that ſo farre off? Sure 'tis the Reare, where burns the black brand, Kindles all this fire, I meane the Traytor Wallace? What turn'd Coward? A dogge of ſo good mouth, and ſtand at bay? If in this heat of fight we breake their ranks, Preſſe through, and charge that devill, Bruce thy ſelfe. To hell if I can chaſe him. Charge up ſtrong, harke, brave, Let now our hands be warriors, not our tongues. They flye, they flie. The Engliſh ſhrink, knit all our nerves And faſten Fortunes offer. Keep ſteedy footing, the daye is loſt if you ſtir, Stirre not, but ſtand the tempeſt. I cry on. And I. So do not I, this ſtarting backe is but an Engliſh earth-quake, which to duſt, ſhakes rotten towers, but builds the ſound more ſtrong. Lets on, and dare death in the thickeſt throng. Did I not give you warning of this whirpoole For going too farre? We are all dead men, yet fight So long as legges and Armes laſt. In how quicke time Have we about you built a wall of braſſe? Had he whom here you call your Generall A Souldier beene remarkable of great breeding, And now to be caught with lyme-twigs? Keepe our ground. If we muſt fall, fall bravely.