Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
And is this true, is Albanactus slain? Hath cursed Humber with his straggling host With that his army made of mongrel curs, Brought our redoubted brother to his end. O that I had the Thracian Orpheus' harp For to awake out of the infernal shade Those ugly devils of black Erebus, That might torment the damned traitor's soul: O that I had Amphion's instrument To quicken with his vital notes and tunes The flinty joints of every stony rock, By which the Scythians might be punished, For by the lightning of almighty Ioue The Hunne shall die, had he ten thousand lives: And would to God he had ten thousand lives, That I might with the armstrong Hercules Crop off so vile an Hidras hissing heads, But say me cousen, for I long to hear How Albanact came by untimely death? After the traitorous host of Scythians, Entered the field with martial equipage Young Albanact impatient of delay Led forth his army 'gainst the straggling mates, Whose multitude did daunt our soldiers minds, Yet nothing could dismay the forward prince, But with a courage most heroical Like to a lion 'mongst a flock of lambs Made havoc of the faint heart fugitives, Hewing a passage through them with his sword, Yea we had almost given them the repulse When suddenly from out the silent wood Hubba with twenty thousand soldiers Cowardly came upon our weakened backs, And murdered all with fatal massacre, Amongst the which old Debon martial knight, With many wounds was brought unto the death. And Albanact oppressed with multitude Whilst valiantly he field his enemies Yielded his life and honour to the dust, He being dead, the soldiers fled amain, And I alone escaped them by flight, To bring you tidings of these accidents. Not aged Priam King of stately Troy, Grand Emperor of barbarous Asia, When he beheld his noble minded sons Slain traitorously by all the Myrmidons, Lamented more than I for Albanact. Not Hecuba the queen of Ilium When she beheld the town of Pergamus, Her palace burned, with all devouring flames, Her fifty sons and daughters fresh of hue, Murdered by wicked Pyrrhus' bloody sword, Shed such sad tears as I for Albanact. The grief of Niobe fair Athens queen, For her seven sons magnanimous in field, For her seven daughters fairer than the fairest, Is not to be compared with my laments. In vain you sorrow for the slaughtered prince, In vain you sorrow for his overthrow, He loves not most that doth lament the most, But he that seeks to venge the injury. Think you to quell the enemies warlike train, With childish sobs and womanish laments? unsheath your swords, unsheath your conquering sword, And seek revenge, the comfort for this sore, In Cornwall where I hold my regiment Even just ten thousand valiant men at arms Hath Corineus ready at command: All these and more, if need shall more require, Hath Corrineus ready at command.
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And is this true, is Albanactus slaine? Hath cursed Humber with his stragling hoste With that his armie made of mungrell curres, Brought our redoubted brother to his end. O that I had the Thracian Orpheus harpe For to awake out of the infernall shade Those ougly diuels of black Erebs, That might torment the damned traitors soule: O that I had Amphions instrument To quicken with his vitall notes and tunes The flintie ioynts of euerie stonie rocke, By which the Scithians might be punished, For by the lightening of almightie Ioue The Hunne shall die, had he ten thousand liues: And would to God he had ten thousand liues, That I might with the arme-strong Hercules Crop off so vile an Hidras hissing heads, But say me cousen, for I long to heare How Albanact came by vntimely death? After the traitrous hoast of Scithians, Entred the field with martiall equipage Yoong Albanact impatient of delaie Ledde forth his armie gainst the stragling mates, Whose multitude did daunt our souldiers mindes, Yet nothing could dismay the forward prince, But with a courage most heroicall Like to a lion mongst a flock of lambes Made hauocke of the faint heart fugitiues, Hewing a passage through them with his sword, Yea we had almost giuen them the repulse When suddeinly from out the silent wood Hubba with twentie thousand souldiers Cowardly came vpon our weakened backes, And murthered all with fatall massacre, Amongst the which old Debn martiall knight, With many wounds was brought vnto the death. And Albanct opprest with multitude Whilst valiantly he feld his enemies Yeelded his life and honour to the dust, He being dead, the souldiers fled amaine, And I alone escaped them by flight, To bring you tidings o these accidents. Not aged Priam King of stately Troy, Graund Emperour of barbarous Asia, When he beheld his noble minded sonnes Slaine traiterously by all the Mermidons, Lamented more then I for Albanact. Not Hecba the queene of Ilium When she beheld the towne of Pergamus, Her pallace burnt, with all deuouring flames, Her fiftie sonnes and daughters fresh of hue, Murthred by wicked Pirrhus bloodie sword, Shed such sad teares as I for Albanact. The griefe of Niobe faire Athens queene, For her seuen sonnes magnanimious in fild, For her seuen daughters fairer then the fairest, Is not to be comparde with my laments. In vain you sorow for the slaughtred prince, In vain you sorrow for his ouerthrow, He loues not most hat doth lament the most, But he that seekes to venge the iniurie. Thinke you to quell the enemies warlike traine, VVith childish sobs and womannish laments? Vnsheath your swords, vnsheath your conquering sword, And seek reuenge, the comfort for this sore, In Cornwall where I hold my regiment Euen iust tenne thousand valiant men at armes Hath Corineus readie at commaund: All these and more, if need shall more require, Hath Corrineus readie at commaund.