Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Pray you let's be polled first. Away with the Rebels. As gave your Grace in charge I have delivered, Your highness pleasure amongst the prisoners, And have proclaimed your grace's pardon amongst them all Save only those two unnatural Englishmen, O might I say no English nor men, That Ball and Tyler cursed Rebels both, Whom I commanded to be executed: And in your highness name have freed all the rest, Whose thankful hearts I find as full replete, With signs of joy and duty to your Grace, As those unnatural Rebels hateful mouths Are full of foul speeches, and unhonourable. It is no matter Morton let them bark, I trow they cannot bite when they be dead. And Lord Maior for your valiant act, And dangerous attempt in our behalf, To free your country and your King from ill: In our behalf and in our common weal, We will accept it as the deed deserves, And thank you for this honourable attempt. What subjects hearts could brook the rage of theirs, To vaunt in presence of their Sovereign Lord, To brave him to his face before his Peers, But would by policy or force attempt, To quell the raging of such furious foes? My Sovereign Lord, 'twas but my duty done, First unto God, next to my lawful King, Proceeding from a true and loyal heart, And so I hope your Grace esteems thereof. To the end this deed shall rest in memory, Which shall continue for ever to the end: Lord Maior I'll adjoin to thy degree, Another Title of a lasting fame. Kneel down William Walworth and receive, By mine own hand the order of Knighthood: Stand up Sir William first Knight of thy degree, But hence forth all which shall succeed thy place, Shall have like honour for thy Noble deed. Besides that Time, shall near abridge thy fame, The City arms shall bear for memory, The bloody dagger the more for Walworths honour: Call forth your Harrold and receive your due. My Gracious Lord this honourable Grace So far above desert, sith what I did My duty and allegiance bade me do, Binds me and my successors evermore, With sweet encouragement to the like attempt. Your Majesty and all, our Royal Peers, Shall find your London such a store house still, As not alone you vmb command our wealth, But loyal hearts the treasure of a Prince, Shall grow like grains sown in after all fertile soil, And God I praise that with his holy hand Hath giuen me hart to free my Prince and nd. Then sith these dangerous broils are over past, With shedding of so little English blood. 'tis for the fame and honour of a Prince, Well to reward the Actors of the same, So many of thy brethren as accompanied thee, In Smithfield here about this bold attempt, When time shall serve I'll Knight them as thou art And so Lord Maior, Newton, Morton and the rest, Accompany us to guard us to the Tower, Where we'll repose and rest ourselves all night.
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Pray you lets be powlde firſt. Away with the Rebels. As gaue your Grace in charge I haue deliuered, Your highnes pleaſure amongſt the priſoners, And haue proclaimed your Graces pardon amongſt thē all Saue onely thoſe two vnnaturall Engliſhmen, O might I ſay no Engliſh nor men, That Ball and Tyler curſed Rebels both, VVhom I commaunded to be executed: And in your highnes name haue freed all the reſt, VVhoſe thankefull harts I finde as full repleat, VVith ſignes of ioy and dutie to your Grace, As thoſe vnnaturall Rebels hatefull mouthes Are full of foule ſpeaches, and vnhonourable. It is no matter Morton let them barke, I trow they cannot bite when they be dead. And Lord Maior for your valiant act, And daungerous attempt in our behalfe, To free your country and your King from ill: In our behalfe and in our common weale, VVe will accept it as the deed deſerues, And thanke you for this honourable attempt. VVhat ſubiects harts could brooke the rage of theirs, To vaunt in preſence of their Soueraigne Lord, To braue him to his face before his Pieres, But would by pollicie or force attempt, To quell the raging of ſuch furious foes? My Soueraigne Lord, twas but my dutie done, Firſt vnto God, next to my lawfull King, Proceeding from a true and loyall hart, And ſo I hope your Grace eſteemes thereof. To the end this deede ſhall reſt in memorie, VVhich ſhall continue for euer to the end: Lord Maior Ile adioyne to thy degree, Another Title of a laſting fame. Kneele downe William Walworth and receaue, By mine owne hand the order of Knighthood: Stand vp Sir William firſt Knight of thy degree, But hence forth all which ſhall ſucceed thy place, Shall haue like honour for thy Noble deede. Beſides that Time, ſhall nere abridge thy fame, The Cittie armes ſhall beare for memorie, The bloody dagger the more for Walworths honour: Call forth your Harrold and receaue your due. My Gratious Lord this honourable Grace So deſert, ſith what I did My due ad alleagaunce bad me doe, Binds me and my ſucceſſors euermore, VVith ſweet incouragement to the like attempt. Maieſtie and all, our Royall Pieres, Shall finde your London ſuch a ſtore ſtill, As not commaund our wealth, But loyal hats the treaure of a Prince, Shall growe like graines ſowne in oyle, And God I praiſe that with his holy Hath giuen me hart to free my Prince and nd. Then ſith theſe daungerous broiles are ouer paſt, VVith ſhedding of ſo little Engliſh blood. Tis for the fame and honour of a Prince, VVell to reward the Actors of the ſame, So many of thy bretheren as accompanied thee, In Smithfield heere about this bold attempt, VVhen time ſhall ſerue Ile Knight them as thou art And ſo Lord Maior, Newton, Morton and the reſt, Accompany vs to gard vs to the Tower, VVhere wele repoſe and reſt our ſelues all night.