Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Faith Robin thou seemest to be a good fellow there's my bag, half is mine and half is thine, but let's to it if thou darest man for man, to try who shall have the whole. Why thou speakest as thou shouldst speak. My masters on pain of my displeasure depart the place and leave us two to ourselves, I must lope his Longshanks. for i'll ear to a pair of Longshanks. They are fair marks sir, and I must defend as I may, David be gone, hold here my hearts, long legs gives you this amongst you to spend blows one with another, Davie now Davie days are almost come at end. But Mortimor this sight is strange, stay thou in some corner to see what will befall in this battle. Now Robin of the wood, alias Robin Hood, be it known to your worship by these presents, that the Longshanks which you aim at, have brought the king of England into these mountains, to use Lluellen, and to crack a blade with his man that supposeth himself Prince of Wales. What Sir King, welcome to Cambria's, what foolish Edward darest thou endanger thy life to travail these mountains, art thou so foolish hardy as to combat with the Prince of Wales? What I dare thou seest, what I can perform thou shalt shortly know, I think thee a Gentleman, and therefore hold no scorn to fight with thee. No Edward I am as good a man as thyself. That shall I try. Halloe Edward how are thy senses confounded, what Davy is it possible thou shouldest be false to England? I am true to Wales, and so have been friends since my birth, and that shall the King of England know to his cost. What Potter, did not I charge you to begone with your fellows? No Traitor no Potter I, but Mortimor the Earl of March, whose coming to these woods, is to deceive thee of thy love, and reserved to save my sovereign's life. Upon them brother let them not breath. Villain thou diest, God and my right hath prevailed. Base Earl now doth David triumph in thine over throw, aye is me Lluellen at the feet of Longshanks. What Mortimor under the sword of such a Traitor? Brave King run thy sword up to the hilts into the blood of the rebel. O Mortimor thy life is dearer to me then millions of rebels. Edward relieve my brother and Mortimor lives. I villain thou knowest too well how dear I hold my Mortimor, rise man and assure thee, and the hate I bear to thee is long in respect of the deadly hatred I bear to that notorious rebel. Away, his sight to me is like the sight of a Cockatrice, villain I go to revenge me on thy treason, and to make thee pattern to the world, of mountains treason, falsehood and ingratitude. Brother a chafes, but hard was your hap to be overmastered by the coward.
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Faith Robin thou seemest to be a good fellow theres my bagge, halfe is mine and halfe is thine, but lets to it if thou darst man for man, to trie who al haue the whole. Why thou speakest as thou shouldst speak. My maisters on pain of my displeasure depart the place and leaue vs two to our selues, I must lope his Longshankes. for ile eare to a paire of Longshankes. They are faire markes sir, and I must defende as I may, Dau be gone, hold here my hearts, long legs giue you this among you to spend blows one with an other, Dauie now Dauie daies are almost come at ende. But Mortimor this sight is strange, staye thou in some corner to see what wil befal in this battaile. Now Robin of the wood, alias Robin Hood, be it knowen to your worship by these presents, that the Longshankes which you aime at, haue brought the king of England into these mountaines, to vse Lluellen, and to cracke a his man that supposeth himselfe Prince of ales. What r Kg, welome to Cambrias, what foolish Edward darst ou endanger to trl these mountaines, thou as to combate with the Prince of ales? What I dare thou seest, what I can performe thou shalt shortlie knowe, I thinke thee a Gentleman, and therefore holde no scorne to fight with thee. No Edward I am as good a man as thy selfe. That shall I trie. Halloe Edward how are thy sences confounded, what Dauy is it possible thou shouldest be false to England? I am true to Wales, and so haue beene frendes since my birth, and that shal the King of England know to his cost. What Potter, did not I charge you to begon with your fellowes? No Traitor no Potter I, but Mortimor the Earle of March, whose comming to these woods, is to deceiue thee of thy loue, and reserued to saue my soueraignes life. Vppon them brother let them not breath. Villaine thou diest, God and my right hath preuailed. Base Earle now doth Dauid triumph in thine ouer throw, aie is me Lluellen at the fe of Longshanks. What Mortimor vnder the sword of such a Tror? Braue King run thy sword vp to the hiltes into the bloud of the rebell. O Mortimor thy life is dearer to me then millions of rebels. Edward relieue my brother and Mortimor liues. I villaine thou knowest too wel how deare I holde my Mortimor, re man and assure thee, and the ate I beare to long in respect of the deadly hatred I beare to that notoous rebell. Awaie, his sight to me is like the sight of a , villaine I goe to reuenge me on thy treason, and to make thee patterne to the world, of mountains treason, falood and ingratitude. Brer a chafes, but hard was your hap to be ouermastered by the coward.