Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Porter open the gate, if thou lovest thyself, or thine own life, open the gate. You have a certain spare Goose came in to be roasted, She is enough by this. What means these wretched miscreants, To make a spoil of their own country men: Vnnaturall Rebels what so ere, By foreign foes may seem no whit so strange. As Englishmen to trouble England thus Well may I term it infest to the Land. Like that foul lawless force and violence, Which Cyneris did offer to his child. O happy time from all such troubles free, What now alas is like to be the end of this attempt, But that so long as they are glutted all with blood, they bathe therein. Sirrah here it is set down by our Captains that as many of you as cannot say bread and cheese, in good and perfect English, ye die for it, & that was the cause so many strangers did die in Smithfield. Let me hear you say bread and cheese. Brocke and Keyse. SIr Newton, & Lord Maior, this wrong that I am offered, This open and unnatural injury, A King to be thus hardly handled, Of his own people and no other foes, But such as have been brought up and bred in his own bosom, Nourished with his tender care, To be thus robbed of Honour and of friends, Thus daunted with continual frights and fears, Haled on to what mishap I cannot tell: More heard mishap than had of like been mine, Had I not marked been to be a King. It shall become your Grace most Gracious Lord, To bear the mind in this afflicted time, As other Kings and Lords hath done before, Armed with sufferance and magnanimity, The one to make you resolute for chance, The other forward in your resolution: The greatest wrong this rout hath done your Grace, Amongst a many other wicked parts, Is in frighting your worthy Lady Mother, Making foul slaughter of your Noble men, Burning up Books and matters of records, dancing houses of hostility, Saint Iames in Smithfield, the Savoy and such like, And beating down like wolves, the better sort, The greatest wrong in my opinion is, That in Honour doth your person touch, I mean they call your Majesty to Parley, And over bear you with a multitude, As if you were a vassal not a King: O wretched minds of vild and barbarous men, For whom the heavens have secret wreak in store: But my Lord with reverence and with pardon too, Why comes your Grace into Smithfield near the crew, Unarmed and guarded with so small a train. If clemency may win their raging minds, To civil order, I'll approve it first. They shall perceive I come in quiet wise, Accompanied with the Lord Maior here alone, Besides our Guard that doth attend on us. May it please your Grace that I shall raise the streets, To Guard your Majesty through Smithfield as you walk.
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Porter open the gate, if thou loueſt thy ſelfe, or thine own life, open the gate. You haue a certaine ſpare Gooſe came in to bee roſted, Shee is inough by this. VVhat meanes theſe wretched miſcreants, To make a ſpoile of their owne country men: Vnnaturall Rebels what ſo ere, By forraine foes may ſeeme no whit ſo ſtrange. As Engliſhmen to trouble England thns VVell may I tearme it inſeſt to the Land. Like that fowle lawles force and violence, VVhich Cyneris did offer to his child. O happie time from all ſuch troubles free, VVhat now alas is like to be the end of this attempt, But that ſo long as they are glutted all with blood, they bath therein. Sirra here it is ſet downe by our Captaines that as many of you as cannot ſay bread and cheeſe, in good and perfect Engliſh, ye die for it, & that was the cauſe ſo many ſtrangers did die in Smithfield. Let me heare you ſay bread and cheeſe. Brocke and Keyſe. SIr Newton, & Lord Maior, this wrong that I am offered, This open and vnnaturall iniury, A King to be thus hardly handled, Of his owne people and no other foes, But ſuch as haue bin brought vp and bred in his own boſome, Nouriſhed with his tender care, To be thus robbed of Honour and of friends, Thus daunted with continuall frights and feares, Haled on to what miſhap I cannot tell: More heard miſhap than had of like bin mine, Had I not marked bin to be a King. It ſhall become your Grace moſt Gratious Lord, To beare the minde in this aflicted time, As other Kings and Lords hath done before, Armed with ſufferance and magnanimitie, The one to make you reſolute for chaunce, The other forward in your reſolution: The greateſt wrong this rowt hath done your Grace, Amongſt a many other wicked parts, Is in frighting your worthie Lady Mother, Making fowle ſlaughter of your Noble men, Burning vp Bookes and of records, Dcing houſes of , Saint Ies in Smithfied, the Sauoy and ſuch like, And beating downe like wolues, the better ſort, The greateſt wrong in my opinion is, That in Honour doth your perſon touch, I meane they call your Maieſtie to Parle, And ouer beare you with a multitude, As if you were a vaſſall not a King: O wretched mindes of vild and barbarous men, For whom the heauens haue ſecret wreake in ſtore: But my Lord with reuerence and with pardon too, VVhy comes your Grace into Smithfield neare the crew, Vnarmd and garded with ſo ſmall a traie. If clemencie may win their raging minds, To ciuill order, Ile approue it firſt. They ſhall perceaue I come in quiet wiſe, Accompanied with the Lord Maior here alone, Beſides our Gard that doth attend on vs. May it pleaſe your Grace that I ſhall raiſe the ſtreets, To Gard your Maieſtie through Smithfield as you walke.