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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Why how now princocks pratest thou to a king? I do my message truly from my king, This sword and target chide in louder terms, I bring defiance from king Iohn Balliol, To English Edward and his Barons all. M●ie so methinks thou defiest me with a witness. Balliol my king in Berwick makes his Court, His camp he spreads upon the sandy plain, And dares thee to the battle in his right. What Court and Camp in Englishmens despite? Hold messenger, commend me to thy King, Wear thou my chain and carry this to him, Greet all his rout of Rebels more or less, Tell them such shameful end will hit them all, And wend with this as resolutely back, As thou to England broughst thy Scottish braves, Tell then disdainfully Balliol from us, we'll rouse him from his hold, and make him soon dislodge his Camp, and take his walled town. Say what I bid thee Versses to his teeth. And earn this favour and a better thing. Yes King of England whom my heart beloves, Think as I promised him to brave thee hear, So shall I bid Iohn Balliol base from thee. So shalt thou earn my chain and favour Versses, And carry him this token that thou send'st: Why now is England's harvest ripe, Barons now may you reap the rich renown, That under warlike colours springs in field, And grows where ensigns won upon the plains. False Balliol Warwick arwicke is no hold of propose, To shroud thee from the strength of Edward's arm, No Scot thy treason's fear shall make the breach, For England's pure renown to enter one. amain amain upon these treacherous Scottes. amain say all, upon these treacherous Scots, While we with Edmund, Gloster, and the rest, With speedy journey is gather up our forces, And beat these braving Scots from England's bounds, Mortimor thou shalt take the rout in task, That revel here and spoil fair Cambria, My Queen when she is strong and well a foot, Shall post to London and repast her there, Then God shall send us happily all to meet, And joy the honours of our victories, Take vantage of our foes and see the time, Keep still our hold, our fight yet on the plain, Balliol I come proud Balliol and ingrate, Persuaded to chase thy men from England's gate. Princes of Scotland and my loving friends. Whose necks are overwearied with the yoke. And servile bondage of these Englishmen, List up your horns, and with your brazen hooves, Spur at the honour of your Enemies. 'tis not ambitious thoughts of private rule, Hath forced your king to take on him these Arms, 'tis countries cause, it is the commons good, Of us and of our brave posterity, to arms, to arms. Versses by this hath told the King our minds, And he hath braved proud England to the proof, We will remunerate his resolution, With gold, with glory, and with kingly gifts.
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Why how now pcockes pratest thou to a king? I doe my message truely from my king, This sword and targt chide in lowder tearmes, I bring defiance from king Iohn Balioll, To English Edward and his Barons all. Mie so me thinkes thou defiest mee with a witnes. Balioll my king in Barwicke makes his Court, His pe he spreads vppon the sande plaine, And dres thee to the battaile in his right. VVhat Court and Campe in Englishmens despight? Hold messenger, commend me to thy King, Weare thou my chaine and carie this to him, Greete all his route of Rebels more or lesse, Tel them such shamefull end will hit them all, And wend with this as resolutely backe, As thou to England broughst thy Scottish braues, Tel then disdainefullie Balioll from vs, VVeele rouze him from his hold, and make him soon Disloge his Campe, and take his walled towne. Saie what I bid thee Versses to his teeth. And earne this fauour and a better thing. Yes King of England whom my heart beloues, Thinke as I promist him to braue thee heare, So shall I bid Iohn Balioll bace from thee. So shalt thou earne my chaine and fauour Versses, And carrie him this token that thou sendst: VVhy now is Englands haruest ripe, Barons now maie you reape the rich renowne, That vnder warlicke colours springs in field, And growes where ensignes wan vppon the plains. False Balioll arwicke arwicke is no hold of proose, To shrowd thee from the strength of Edwards arme, No Scot thy Treasons feare shal make th breach, For Englands pure renowne to enter one. Amaine amaine vppon these treacherous Scottes. Amaine saie all, vppon these treacherous Scots, VVhile wee with Edmund, loster, and the rest, VVith speedie iourne is gather vp our forces, And beat these brauing Scots from Englands bounds, Mortimor thou shalt take the route in taske, That reuell here and spoile faire Cambria, My Queene when shee is strong and well a foote, Shall post to London and repaste her there, Then God shall send vs happely all to meete, And ioy the honors of our victories, Take vantage of our foes and see the time, Keepe stil our hold, our fight yet on the plaine, Balioll I come proud Balioll and ingrate, Perswaded to chase thy men from Englands gate. Princes of Scotland and my louing friends. VVhose neckes are ouer-wearied with the yoke. And seruile bondage of these Englishmen, List vp your hornes, and with your brasen hoofes, Spurre at the honor of your Enemies. Tis not ambitious thoughts of priuate rule, Hath fost your king to take on him these Armes, Tis countreis cause, it is the commons good, Of vs and of our braue posterity, to armes, to armes. Versses by this hath tolde the King our mindes, And he hath braued proud England to the proofe, VVe will renumerate his resolution, With gold, with glory, and with kingly gifts.