Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Newton give it him if that be all the matter, Here take it and much good do it thee. Villain I say, give me the sword thou bearest up, For thats the thing I tell thee I assect. This sword belongs unto my Lord the King, 'tis none of mine, nor shalt thou have the same: Proud Rebel wert but thou and I alone, Thou durst not ask it thus boldly, at my hands, For all the wealth this Smithfield doth contain. By him that died for me, I will not dine, Till I have seen thee hanged or made away. Alas Lord Maior, Newton is in great danger, And force cannot prevail amongst the rout. Old Rome I can remember I have read, When thou didst flourish for virtue, and for arms, What magnanimity did abide in thee: Then Walworth as it may become thee well, Deserve some honour at thy PRINCE's hand, And beautify this dignity of thine, With some or other Act of consequence: Villain I say whence comes this rage of thine, How darest thou a dungell bastard borne, To brave thy Sovereign and his Nobles thus. Villain I do arrest thee in my PRINCE's name, Proud Rebel as thou art take that withal; Learn thou and all posterity after thee, What 'tis a servile slave, to brave a King. Pardon my Gracious Lord for this my fact, Is service done to God, and to yourself. Lord Maior for thy valiant Act in this, And Noble courage in the king's behalf, Thou shalt perceive us not to be ungrateful. Our Captain is slain, our Captain is slain. Fear you not people for I am your King, And I will be your Captain and your friend. Pleaseth your Grace for to with draw yourself. These rebels then will soon be put to foil. soldiers take heart to you and follow me, It is our God that gives the victory: Drag this accursed villain through the streets. To strike a terror to the rebel's hearts, London will give you power and arms, And God will strengthen you and daunt your foes: Fill Smithfield full of noise and joyful cries, And say aloud God save our Noble Prince. LOrd Maior and well beloved friends, Whose readiness in aid of us and ours, Hath given just trial of your loyalty, And love you bear to us and to our land: Sith by the help and mighty hand of God, These foul unnatural broils are quieted, And this unhappy tumult well appeased: Having as law and duty binds us too, Given both due praise and sacrifice of thanks, Unto our God from whom this goodness comes: Let me now to your counsel recommend, And to your sad opinions generally, The end of all these great and high affairs, This mighty business that we have in hand And that I may in brief unfold my mind, My Lords I would not yet, but mercy should, Against the law in this hard case prevail:
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Newton giue it him if that be all the matter, Here take it and much good doe it thee. Villaine I ſay, giue me the ſword thou beareſt vp, For thats the thing I tell thee I aſſect. This ſword belongs vnto my Lord the King, Tis none of mine, nor ſhalt thou haue the ſame: Proud Rebel wert but thou and I alone, Thou durſt not aske it thus boldly, at my hands, For all the wealth this Smithfield doth containe. By him that dide for me, I wil not dine, Till I haue ſeene thee hangd or made away. Alas Lord Maior, Newton is in great danger, And force cannot preuaile amongſt the rowt. Old Rome I can remember I haue read, VVhen thou didſt flouriſh for vertue, and for armes, VVhat magnanimitie did abide in thee: Then Walworth as it may become thee well, Deſerue ſome honour at thy Princes hand, And butifie this dignitie of thine, VVith ſome or other Act of conſequence: Villaine I ſay whence comes this rage of thine, How dareſt thou a dungell baſtard borne, To braue thy Soueraigne and his Nobles thus. Villaine I doe arreſt thee in my Princes name, Proud Rebel as thou art take that withall; Learne thou and all poſteritie after thee, VVhat tis a ſeruile ſlaue, to braue a King. Pardon my Gratious Lord for this my fact, Is ſeruice done to God, and to your ſelfe. Lord Maior for thy valiant Act in this, And Noble courage in the Kings behalfe, Thou ſhalt perceaue vs not to be vngratefull. Our Captaine is ſlaine, our Captaine is ſlaine. Feare you not people for I am your King, And I will be your Captaine and your friend. Pleaſeth your Grace for to with drawe your ſelfe. Theſe Rebls then will ſoone be put to foile. Souldiers take hart to you and follow me, It is our God that giues the victorie: Drag this accurſed villian through the ſtreets. To ſtrike a terrour to the Rebels hearts, London wil giue you power and armes, And God will ſtrengthen you and daunt your foes: Fill Smithfield full of noiſe and ioyfull cries, And ſay alowd God ſaue our Noble Prince. LOrd Maior and well beloued friends, VVhoſe readines in aide of vs and ours, Hath giuen iuſt tryall of your loyaltie, And loue you beare to vs and to our land: Sith by the helpe and mighty hand of God, Theſe fowle vnnaturall broyles are quieted, And this vnhappie tumult well appeaſd: Hauing as law and dutie binds vs too, Giuen both dew praiſe and ſacrifice of thankes, Vnto our God from whome this goodnes comes: Let me now to your counſell recommend, And to your ſad opinions generally, The end of all theſe great and high affaires, This mighty buſines that we haue in hand And that I may in briefe vnfold my minde, My Lords I would not yet, but mercy ſhould, Againſt the law in this hard caſe preuaile: