Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Clif. I have vowed, Neither to hear nor see him, drag him hence, Mine eye shall nor be so compassionate To view him, lest I pity him: hang, draw, and quarter him. First hear me speak, Drag him hence, and let that heart, those limbs, Which were the motives to rebellious war Be torn asunder, cast upon that ground, Which he with unkind steel so oft did wound, Away with him. Farewell, to all the World, I ha' met death too often to fear him now, Only it grieves me that I have not freed Scotland my native soil from tyranny, Bruce, thou hast a Kingdom, lose it not. Stop his throat. I go to one too, And on my grave, when death hath there down laid me, Be this my Epitaph, mine own betrays me— Let him have noble trial. He shall have the trial of an Archtraitor, Percy and Clifford take hence Bruce. Me hence? You hence sir, from this hour I swear, Never to see thee Earl of Huntingdon, Hark Clifford, and Northumberland, away What is King Edward's meaning? Your head shall feel our meaning, see it dispatched. You may. My honoured Lord, although untimely death, Hath taken hence one engine of that work, That brought that Rebel Wallace to his end. Seeing our country's peace, and England's good, Is by his death made perfect and complete, I doubt not but the promised reward Of full ten thousand Crowns shall now remain, To the Survivor. Coming, I perceive It was reward, not love that acted it, But you shall have your due, of that anon. I told thee Bruce, that thou upon thy head, Shouldst feel our meaning, and that all the world, May know we value honour above conquest, Having a power able to turn all Scotland Into a Chaos, here 'twixt both our Armies, Give us thy oath of fealty, and wear Both Crown and title of thine Ancestors. England is full of honour, Bruce doth bend To thy command. Give him his oath of fealty, With him those Lords which are his Countrymen. Stand back, a Serpent shall not with his breath Infect our Kingly ears, die slave, for he That would betray his friend shall ne'er serve me. What hath Bruce done? A sacrifice of honour and revenge, no traitor's hand Shall help to lift a Crown up to my head, Thou didst betray, then die unpitied. Brave Bruce, I'll love thee for this honoured act, Thou hast performed a noble piece of justice: Now shall the Ghost of Wallace sleep in peace, And perfect love shall 'twixt these Lands increase. He hath his full reward for his foul treason, Drag hence the slave, and make him food for Crows. The Lamp that gave Rebellion light, hath spent The oil that fed it, all our spears are turned To Palms and Olive branches, all our stars Are now made whole, peace is the balm of wars.
seed 43: T22 · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Clif. I have vow'd, Neither to heare nor ſee him, drag him hence, Mine eye ſhall nor be ſo compaſſionate To view him, leaſt I pitie him: hang, draw, and quarter him. Firſt heare me ſpeak, Drag him hence, and let that heart, thoſe limbes, Which were the motives to rebellious warre Be torn aſunder, caſt upon that ground, Which he with unkinde ſteele ſo oft did wound, Away with him. Farewell, to all the World, I ha met death too often to feare him now, Only it grieves me that I have not freed Scotland my native ſoile from tyranny, Bruce, thou haſt a Kingdome, loſe it not. Stop his throat. I go to one too, And on my grave, when death hath there down laid me, Be this my Epitaph, mine own betrayes me— Let him have noble triall. He ſhall have the triall of an Arch-traitour, Percy and Clifford take hence Bruce. Me hence? You hence ſir, from this houre I ſweare, Never to ſee thee Earle of Huntingdon, Harke Clifford, and Northumberland, awa What is King Edwards meaning? Your head ſhal feel our meaning, ſee it diſpatch'd. You may. My honor'd Lord, although untimely death, Hath taken hence one engine of that work, That brought that Rebell Wallace to his end. Seeing our Countries peace, and Englands good, Is by his death made perfect and compleat, I doubt not but the promiſed reward Of full ten thouſand Crowns ſhall now remayn, To the Survivor. Comin, I perceive It was reward, not love that acted it, But you ſhall have your due, of that anon. I told thee Bruce, that thou upon thy head, Shouldſt feele our meaning, and that all the world, May know we value honour above conqueſt, Having a power able to turn all Scotland Into a Chaos, here twixt both our Armies, Give us thy oath of fealty, and weare Both Crown and title of thine Anceſtors. England is full of honour, Bruce doth bend To thy command. Give him his oath of fealty, With him thoſe Lords which are his Countrymen. Stand back, a Serpent ſhall not with his breath Infect our Kingly eares, die ſlave, for he That would betray his friend ſhall nere ſerve me. What hath Bruce done? A ſacrifice of honour and revenge, no traitors hand Shall help to lift a Crown up to my head, Thou didſt betray, then die unpitied. Brave Bruce, I'le love thee for this honor'd act, Thou haſt perform'd a noble piece of juſtice: Now ſhall the Ghoſt of Wallace ſleepe in peace, And perfect love ſhall twixt theſe Lands increaſe. He hath his full reward for his foule treaſon, Drag hence the ſlave, and make him food for Crows. The Lamp that gave Rebellion light, hath ſpent The oile that fed it, all our ſpears are turn'd To Palmes and Olive branches, all our ſtars Are now made whole, peace is the balme of wars.