Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Here's even work towards for the Hangman, did you ever see such a crew, After so bad a beginning, what's like to ensue? Faith even the common reward for Rebels, Swingledom swangledom, you know as well as I, But what care they, ye hear them say they owe God a death, and they can but die: 'tis dishonour for such as they to die in their bed, And credit to cape: under the Gallows all save the head: And yet by my fay the beginning of this Riot, May chance cost many a man's life before all be at quiet: And i'faith I'll be amongst them as forward as the best. And if ought fall out but well, I shall shift amongst the rest, And being but a boy, may hide me in the throng, Tyborn stand fast, I fear you will be loaden ere it be long. And yet Lord Archbishop your Grace doth know, That since the latest time of Parliament, Wherein this task was granted to the King, By general consent of either house, To help his wars which he intends to France, For wreak and just recovery of his right, How slow their payment is in every place, That better a King not to command at all, Than be beholding to ungrateful minds. Lord Treasurer it seemeth strange to me, That being won with reason and regard, Of true succeeding Prince, the common sort, Should be so slack to give or grudge the gift, That is to be employed for their behoof, Hard and unnatural be the thoughts of theirs, That suck the milk, and will not help the Well, The King himself being now but young of age: If things should fall out otherwise than well, The blame doth fall upon the Counsellor, And if I take my aim not all awry, The Multitude a Beast of many heads, Of misconceiving and misconstruing minds, Reputes this last benevolence to the King, Given at high Court of Parliament, A matter more require for private good, Than help or benefit of common weal, Wherein how much they wrong the better sort, My conscience beareth witness in the cause. My Lords, because your words not worthless are, Because they stand on reason's surest ground, And tend unto the profit of the King, Whose profit is the profit of the Land, Yet give me leave in reverence of the cause, To speak my mind touching this question: When such as we do see the people's hearts, Expressed as far as time will give them leave, With heartiness of their benevolence, My thinks it were for other's happiness, That hearts and purses should together go: Misdeem not good my Lords of this my speech, Sith well I wot the Noble and the slave, And all do live but for a Common weal, Which Common weal in other terms, is the Kings. The justices and Sheriffs of Kent, sends greetings to your Honours here by me.
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Heres euen worke towards for the Hangman, did you euer ſee ſuch a crue, After ſo bad a beginning, whats like to inſue? Faith euen the common reward for Rebels, Swingledome ſwangledome, you know as well as I, But what care they, yee heare them ſay they owe God a death, and they can but die: Tis diſhonor for ſuch as they to dye in their bed, And credit to cape: vnder the Gallowes all ſaue the head: And yet by my ſay the beginning of this Riot, May chaunce coſt many a mans life before all be at quiet: And I faith Ile be amongſt them as forward as the beſt. And if ought fall out but wel, I ſhall ſhift amongſt the reſt, And being bu a boy, may hide me in the throng, Tyborn ſtand faſt, I feare you will be loden ere it be long. And yet Lord Archbiſhop your Grace doth know, That ſince the lateſt time of Parliament, Wherein this taske was graunted to the King, By generall conſent of either houſe, To helpe his warres which hee intends to Fraunce, For wreake and iuſt recouerie of his right, How ſlow their payment is in euery place, That better a King not to commaund at all, Than be beholding to vngratefull mindes. Lord Treaſorer it ſeemeth ſtrange to mee, That being wonne with reaſon and regard, Of true ſucceeding Prince, the common ſort, Should be ſo ſlacke to giue or grudge the gift, That is to be employd for their behoofe, Hard and vnnaturall be the thoughts of theirs, That ſucke the milke, and will not helpe the VVell, The King himſelfe being now but young of age: If things ſhould fall out otherwiſe than well, The blame doth fall vpon the Counſellor, And if I take my aime not all awrie, The Multitude a Beaſt of many heads, Of miſconceiuing and miſconſtruing minds, Reputes this laſt beneuolence to the King, Giuen at high Court of Parliament, A matter more requirde for priuate good, Than helpe or benefite of common weale, VVherein how much they wrong the better ſort, My conſcience beareth witnes in the cauſe. My Lords, becauſe your words not worthles are, Becauſe they ſtand on reaſons ſureſt ground, And tend vnto the profit of the King, VVhoſe profit is the profit of the Land, Yet giue me leaue in reuerence of the cauſe, To ſpeake my minde touching this queſtion: VVhen ſuch as wee doo ſee the peoples harts, Expreſt as farre as time will giue them leaue, VVith hartines of their beneuolence, My thinks it were for others happines, That harts and purſes ſhould together goe: Miſdeeme not good my Lords of this my ſpeach, Sith well I wote the Noble and the ſlaue, And all doo liue but for a Common weale, VVhich Common weale in other tearmes, is the Kings. The Iuſtices and Sheriffes of Kent, ſends greetings to your Honours here by mee.