Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
WHat wonder you my Lords? why gaze you gentlemen? And wherefore marvel you Mez Dames, I pray you tell me then● Is it so rare a sight, or yet so strange a toy, Among so many nooble peers, to see one power Boy? Why? boy's have been allowed in every kind of age. As Ganymede that pretty boy, in Heaven is Ioue his page. Cupid that mighty God although his force be fierce, Yet is he but a naked Boy, as Poets do rehearse. And many a préetye boy a mighty man hath proved, And served his Prince at all assays deserving to be loved. Percase my strange attire my glittering golden gite, Doth either make you marvel thus, or move you with delight. Yet wonder not my Lords for if your honours please, But even to give me ear a while, I will your doubts appease. And you shall know the cause, wherefore these robes are worn, And why I go outlandish like, yet being English borne. And why I thus presume to press into this place, And why I (simple boy) am bold to look such men in face. first than you must perstande, I am no stranger I, But English boy, in England borne, and bred but even hereby. My father was a Knight, Mount Hermer was his name, My mother of the Mountacutes, a house of worthy fame. My father from his youth was trained up in field, And always took his chief delight, in helmet spear and shield. Soldado for his life, and in his happy days, Soldado like hath lost his life, to his immortal praise. The thundering fame which blue about the world so wide, How that the Christian enemy, the Turk that Prince of pride, Addressed had his power, to swarm upon the Seas, With Galleys, foists, and such licks ships, well armed at all assays. And that he made his vaunt, the greedy fish to glut, With gobs of Christian carcases, in cruel pieces cut. These news of this report, did pierce my father's ears, But never touched his noble heart, with any spark of fears. For well he knew the trade of all the Turkish wars, And had amongst them shed his blood, at many cruel jars. In Rhodes his race begun, a slender tale young man, Where he by many martial feats, his spurs of knighthood won. Yea though the piece was lost, yet won he honour still, And evermore against the Turks he warred by his will. At Chios many know, how hardily he fought, And how with streams of striving blood, his honour dear he bought. At length enforced to yield with many captains more, He bought his liberty with Lands, and let his goods ago. Zechines * of glistering gold, two thousand was his price, The which to pay his lands must leap, for else he were unwise, Believe me now my Lords although the loss be mine,
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WHat wōder you my Lords? why gaze you gentlemen? And wherefore maruaile you Mez Dames, I praye you tell mée then Is it ſo rare a ſight, or yet ſo ſtraunge a toye, Amongſt ſo many nooble péeres, to ſée one Pouer Boye? Why? boyes haue bene allowed in euerye kinde of age. As Ganymede that pretye boye, in Heauen is Ioue his page. Cupid that mighty God although his force be fearſe, Yet is he but a naked Boye, as Poets doe rehearſe. And many a préetye boye a mightye man hath proued, And ſerued his Prince at all aſſayes deſeruing to bée loued. Percaſe my ſtrange attire my glittering golden gite, Doth eyther make you maruaile thus, or moue you with delite. Yet wonder not my Lordes for if your honours pleaſe, But euen to giue me eare a while, I wyll your doubtes appeaſe. And you ſhall knowe the cauſe, wherefore theſe roabes are worne, And why I goe outlandiſhe lyke, yet being Engliſhe borne. And why I thus preſume to preſſe into this place, And why I (ſimple boye) am bolde to looke ſuch men in face. Fyrſt then you muſt perſtande, I am no ſtraunger I, But Engliſh boye, in England borne, and bred but euen hereby. My father was a Knight, Mount Hermer was his name, My mother of the Mountacutes, a houſe of worthy fame. My father from his youth was trained vp in field, And alwayes toke his chiefe delight, in helmet ſpeare and ſhielde. Soldado for his life, and in his happie dayes, Soldado like hath loſt his life, to his immortall prayſe. The thundering fame which blewe about the worlde ſo wyde, Howe that the Chriſtian enemye, the Turke that Prince of pride, Addreſſed had his power, to ſwarme vppon the Seas, With Gallies, foiſts, and ſuch liks ſhips, well armde at al aſſaies. And that he made his vaunt, the gréedy fiſhe to glut, With gobs of Chriſtian carkaſſes, in eruell péeces cut. Theſe newes of this report, did pearce my fathers eares, But neuer touched his noble heart, with any ſparke of feares. For well he knewe the trade of all the Turkishe warres, And had amongſt them ſhed his blood, at many cruell iarres. In Rhodes his race begonne, a ſlender tale yong man, Where he by many martiall feats, his ſpurres of knighthood wan. Yea though the péece was loſt, yet won he honour ſtyll, And euermore againſt the Turkes he warred by his wyll. At Chios many knowe, how hardily he fought, And howe with ſtreames of ſtryuing blood, his honoure deare hée bought. At length enforſt to yéeld with many captaines mo, He bought his libertie with Landes, and let his goodes ago. Zechines of gliſtering golde, two thouſand was his price, The which to paye his landes muſt leape, for elſe he were vnwiſe, Beléeue me nowe my Lordes although the loſſe be mine,