Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
It shall be done sir. Near the Tavern, I by lady sir it was spoken like a good fellow. Do you hear sir, when our house is builded, if you do chance to pass or repass that way, we will bestow a quart of the best wine upon you? It grieves me lordings that my subjects goods Should thus be spoiled by the Scythians, Who as you see with lightfoot foragers Depopulate the places where they come, But cursed Humber thou shalt rue the day That ere thou camest unto Cathuesia. Hubba, go take a coronet of our horse As many lancers, and light armed knights As may suffice for such an enterprise, And place them in the grove of Caledon, With these, whenas the skirmish doth increase Retire thou from the shelters of the wood, And set upon the weakened Trojans backs, For policy joined with chivalry Can never be put back from victory. Thou base born Hunne, how durst thou be so bold As once to menace warlike Albanact? The great commander of these regions, But thou shalt buy thy rashness with thy death, And rue too late thy over bold attempts, For with this sword this instrument of death, That hath been drenched in my foe-men's blood, I'll separate thy body from thy head, And set that coward blood of thine abroach. Nay with this staff great Strumbo's instrument, I'll crack thy cocks come paltry Scythian. Nor wreak I of thy threats thou princox boy, Nor do I fear thy foolish insolency, And but thou better use thy bragging blade, Than thou dost rule thy overflowing tongue, Superbious Britain, thou shalt know too soon The force of Humber and his Scythians. O horrible, terrible. How bravely this young Britain Albanact Darteth abroad the thunderbolts of war, Beating down millions with his furious mood; And in his glory triumphs over all, Moving the massy squadrants of the ground; Heap hills on hills, to scale the starry sky, When Briareus armed with an hundredth hands Flung forth an hundredth mountains at great Ioue, And when the monstrous giant Monichus Hurled mount Olimpus at great Mars his targe, And shot huge cedars at Minerva's shield; How doth he overlook with haughty front My fleeting hosts, and lifts his lofty face Against us all that now do fear his force, Like as we see the wrathful sea from far In a great mountain heaped with hideous noise With thousand billows beat against the ships, And toss them in the waves like tennis balls. Ay me, I fear my Hubba is surprised. Follow me soldiers, follow Albanact; Pursue the Scythians flying through the field: Let none of them escape with victory: That they may know the Britain's force is more Than all the power of the trembling Hunnes. Forward brave soldiers, forward keep the chase, He that takes captive Humber or his son, Shall be rewarded with a crown of gold.
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It shall be done sir. Neare the Tauerne, I by ladie sir it was spoken like a good fellow. Do you heare sir, when our house is builded, if you do chance to passe or repasse that way, we will bestowe a quart of the best wine vpon you? It greeues me lordings that my subiects goods Should thus be spoiled by the Scithians, Who as you see with lightfoote forragers Depopulate the places where they come, But cursed Humber thou shalt rue the day That ere thou camst vnto Cathuesia. Hubba, go take a coronet of our horse As many launciers, and light armed knights As may suffice for such an enterprise, And place them in the groue of Caledon, VVith these, when as the skirmish doth encrease Retire thou from the sheltiers of the wood, And set vpon the weakened Troians backs, For pollicie ioyned with chiualrie Can neuer be put back from victorie. Thou base borne Hunne, how durst thou be so bold As once to menace warlike Albanact? The great commander of these regions, But thou shalt buy thy rashnesse with thy death, And rue too late thy ouer bold attempts, For with this sword this instrument of death, That hath bene drenched in my foe-mens blood, Ile separate thy bodie from thy head, And set that coward blood of thine abroach. Nay with this staffe great Strumbos instrument, Ile crack thy cocks come paltry Scithian. Nor wreake I of thy threats thou princox boy, Nor do I feare thy foolish insolencie, And but thou better vse thy bragging blade, Then thou doest rule thy ouerflowing toong, Superbious Brittaine, thou shalt know too soone The force of Humber and his Scithians. O horrible, terrible. How brauely this yoong Brittain Albanact Darteth abroad the thunderbolts of warre, Beating downe millions with his furious moode; And in his glorie triumphs ouer all, Mouing the massie squadrants of the ground; Heape hills on hills, to scale the starrie skie, When Briareus armed with an hundreth hands Floong forth an hundreth mountains at great Ioue, And when the monstrous giant Monichus Hurld mount Olimpus at great Mars his targe, And shot huge caedars at Mineruas shield; How doth he ouerlooke with hautie front My fleeting hostes, and lifts his loftie face Against vs all that now do feare his force, Like as we see the wrathfull sea from farre In a great mountaine heapt with hideous noise VVith thousand billowes beat against the ships And tosse them in the waues like tennis balls. Ay me, I feare my Hubba is surprisde. Follow me souldiers, follow Albanact; Pursue the Scithians flying through the field: Let none of them escape with victorie: That they may know the Brittains force is more Then al the power of the trembling Hunnes. Forward braue souldiers, forward keep the chase, He that takes captiue Humber or his sonne, Shall be rewarded with a crowne of gold.