Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.83 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Why Barons, suffer ye our foes to breath? Assault, assault, and charge them all amain, They fear, they fly, they faint, they fight in vain, But where is gentle David in his Den? Loath were length but good should him betide. Where is the proud disturber of our state? Traitor to Wailes, and to his Sovereign. Usurper here I am, what dost thou crave. Welshman allegiance which thou owest thy king. Traitor, no king, that seeks thy country's sack, The famous runagate of Christendom. Ambitious rebel, knowest thou what I am, How great. how famous, and how fortunate, And darest thou carry arms against me here, Even when thou shouldst do reverence at my feet? Yea feared and honoured in the farthest parts, Hath Edward been, thy noble Henry's son, Traitor, this sword unsheathed hath shined oft, With reeking in the blood of Sarazens, When like to Perseus on his winged steed, Brandishing bright the bloud of Adt, That aged Saturn gave fair Maia's son, Conflicting tho with Gorgon in the vale, Setting before the gates of Nazareth, My horse's hooves I stained in pagan's gore, Sending whole countries of heathen souls, To Pluto's house: this sword, this thirsty sword, Aims at thy head, and shall I hope ere long, Gage and divide thy bowels and thy bulk, Disloyal villain thou, and what is more. Why Longshanks, thinkst thou I will be scared with words? No, didst thou speak in thunder like to Jove, Or shouldst as Briareus shake at once, A hundred bloody swords, with bloody hands, I tell thee Longshanks here he faceth thee, Whom nought can daunt, no not the stroke of death: Resolved ye see: but see the chance of war, know'st thou a traitor and thou seest his head, Than Longshanks look this villain in the face: This Rebel he hath wrought his country's wrack, Base. rascal, had and hated in his kind, Object of wrath, and subject of revenge. Lluellen, call'st thou this the chance of war? Bad for us all perdie, but worse for him, Courage sir David, kings thou know'st must die, And noble minds all dastard fear defies. Renowned England, star of Edward's Globe, My liefest lord and sweetest Sovereign, Glorious and happy is this chance to me, To reap this fame and honour in my death, That I was hewed with foul defiled hands, For my beloved king and countries good, And died in grace and favour with my prince: Seize on me bloody butchers with your paws, It is but temporal that you can inflict. Bravely resolved brave soldier by my life. Hark you sir, I am afeard you will not be so resolved, by that time you know so much as I can show you, here be hot Dogs I can tell you, means to have the baiting of you. Lluellen in the midst of all thy braves, How wilt thou use thy brother, thou hast ta'en, Wilt thou let his master ransom him?
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Why Barons, suffer yee our foes to breathe? Assault, assault, and charge them all amaine, They feare, they flie, they faint, they fight in vaine, But where is gentle Dauid in his De? Loth were loght but good should him betide. Where is the proude disturber of our state? Traitor to Wailes, and to his Soueraigne. Vsurper here I am, what doost thou crae. Welshman alleagance which thou owest thy king. Traitor, no king, that seekes thy countries sack, The famous runnagate of Christendome. Ambitious rebell, knowest thou what I am, How great. how famous, and how fortunate, And darst thou carie armes against me here, Euen when thou shouldst do reuerence at my feete? Yea feard and honourd in the farthest parts, Hath Edward beene, thy noble Henries sonne, Traitor, this sworde vnsheathd hath shined oft, VVith reeking in the bloud of Sarazens, When like to Perseus on his winged steede, Brandishing bright the bloud of Adt, That aged Saturne gaue sire Maias sonne, Conflicting tho with Gorgon in the vale, Setting before the gates of Nazareth, My horses hoofes I staind in Pagaus gore, Sending whole countries of heathen soules, To Plutoes house: this sworde, this thirllie sworde, Aimes at thy head, and shall I hope ere long, Gage and deuide thy bowels and thy bulke, Disloill villaine thou, and what is more. Why Longshankes, thinkst thou I will bee scarde with wordes? No, didst thou speake in thunder like to Ioe, Or shouldst as Brareus shake at once, A hundred bloudie swordes, with bloudie hands, I tell thee Longshankes here he faceth thee, VVhome nought can daunt, no not the stroke of death: Resolu'd yee see: but see the chance of warre, Knowst thou a traitor and thou seest his head, Then Longshankes looke this villaine in the face: This Rebell he hath wrought his countries wrack, Base. rascall, had and hated in his kinde, Obiect of wrath, and subiect of reuenge. Lluellen, calst thou this the chance of warre? Bad for vs all pardie, but worse for him, Courage sir Dauid, kings thou knowst must die, And noble mindes all dastard feare defies. Renowmed England, star of Edwards Globe, My liefest lord and sweetest Soueraigne, Glorious and happie is this chane to me, To reape this fame and honour in my death, That I was hewed with soule defiled hands, For my beloued king and countries good, And died in grace and fauour with my prince: Seaze on me bloudie butchers with your pawes, It is but temporall that you can inflict. Brauelie resolu'd braue souldier by my life. Harke you sir, I am afeard you will not be so resolued, by that time you knowe so much as I can showe you, here be hote Dogges I can tell you, meanes to haue the baiting of you. Lluellen in the midst of all thy braues, How wilt thou vse thy brother, thou hast tane, Wilt thou let his maister ransome him?