Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
So shall your highness merit great renown, And imitate your aged father's steps. But tell me cousin, camest thou through the plains? And sawst thou there the faint heart fugitives Mustering their weather-beaten soldiers, What order keep they in their marshalling? After we passed the groves of Caledone, Where murmuring rivers slide with silent streams We did behold the straggling Scythians camp, replete with men, stored with munition; There might we see the valiant minded knight's Fetching carriers along the spacious plains, Humber and Hubba armed in azure blue, Mounted upon their coursers white as snow, Went to behold the pleasant flowering fields; Hector and Troialus, Priamus' lovely sons, Chasing the Grecians over Simoeis, Were not to be compared to these two knights. Well hast thou painted out in eloquence The portraiture of Humber and his son; As fortunate as was Polycrates, Yet should they not escape our conquering swords, Or boast of ought but of our clemency. Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch, etc. What sirs what mean you by these clamours made, Those outcries raised in our stately court? Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch. villains I say, tell us the cause hereof? Wild fire and pitch, etc. Tell me you villains, why you make this noise, Or with my lance I will prick your bowels out. Where are your houses, where's your dwelling place? Place, Ha, ha, ha, laugh, a month and a day at him; place, I cry God mercy, why do you think that such poor honest men as we be, hold our habitacles in kings palaces: Ha? ha, ha. But because you seem to be an abominable chieftain, I will tell you our state. From the top to the toe, From the head to the shoe; From the beginning to the ending, From the building to the burning. This honest fellow and I had our mansion cottage in the suburbs of this city, hard by the temple of Mercury. And by the common soldiers of the Shitens, the Scythians; what do you call them? with all the suburbs were burnt to the ground, and the ashes are left there, for the country wives to wash bucks withal. And that which grieves me most, my loving wife, O cruel strife; the wicked flames did roast. And therefore captain crust, We will continually cry, Except you seek a remedy Our houses to re-edify Which now are burnt to dust. Well we must remedy these outrages, And throw revenge upon their hateful heads, And you good fellows for your houses burnt, We will remunerate you store of gold, And build your houses by our palace gate. Gate, O petty treason to my person, nowhere else but by your backside; gate, oh how I am vexed in my collar; gate, I cry God mercy, do you hear master king? If you mean to gratify such poor men as we be, you must build our houses by the Tavern.
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So shal your highnes merit great renowne, And imitate your aged fathers steppes. But tell me cousin, camst thou through the plaines? And sawst thou there the faint heart fugitiues Mustring their weather-beaten souldiers, What order keep they in their marshalling? After we past the groues of Caledone, Where murmuring riuers slide with silent streames We did behold the stragling Scithians campe, Repleat with men, storde with munition; There might we see the valiant minded knights Fetching carriers along the spatious plaines, Humber and Hubba arm'd in azure blew, Mounted vpon their coursers white as snow, Went to behold the pleasant flowring fields; Hector and Troialus, Priamus louely sonnes, Chasing the Graecians ouer Simoeis, Were not to be compared to these two knights. Well hast thou painted out in eloquence The portraiture of Humber and his sonne; As fortunate as was Policrates, Yet should they not escape our conquering swords, Or boast of ought but of our clemencie. Wilde fire and pitch, wilde fire and pitch, &c. What sirs what mean you by these clamors made, Those outcries raised in our stately court? Wilde fire and pitch, wilde fire and pitch. Villaines I say, tell vs the cause hereof? Wilde fire and pitch, &c. Tell me you villaines, why you make this noise, Or with my launce I will prick your bowels out. Where are your houses, wher's your dwelling place? Place, Ha, ha, ha, laugh, a moneth and a day at him; place, I cry God mercy, why doo you think that such poore honest mē as we be, hold our habitacles in kings pallaces: Ha? ha, ha. But because you seeme to be an abhominable chieftaine, I wil tel you our state. From the top to the toe, From the head to the shoe; From the beginning to the ending, From the building to the burning. This honest fellow and I had our mansion cottage in the suburbes of this citie, hard by the temple of Mercury. And by the common souldiers of the Shitens, the Scithians; what do you call them? with all the suburbes were burnt to the ground, and the ashes are left there, for the countrie wiues to wash buckes withall. And that which greeues me most, my louing wife, O cruell strife; the wicked flames did roast. And therefore captaine crust, We will continuallie crie, Except you seeke a remedie Our houses to redifie Which now are burnt to dust. Well we must remedie these outrages, And throw reuenge vpon their hatefull heads, And you good fellowes for your houses burnt, We will remunerate you store of gold, And build your houses by our pallace gate. Gate, O pettie treason to my person, no where else but by your backside; gate, oh how I am vexed in my coller; gate, I crie God mercie, doo you hear master king? If you mean to gratifie such poore men as we bee, you must build our houses by the Tauerne.