Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
And if Thrasimachus detract the fight, Either for weakness or for cowardice, Let him not boast that Brutus was his eme, Or that brave Corineus was his sire. Then courage soldiers, first for your safety, Next for your peace, last for your victory. Art thou that Humber prince of fugitives, That by thy treason slewst young Albanact? I am his son that slew young Albanact, And if thou take not heed proud Phrygian, I'll send thy soul unto the Stygian lake, There to complain of Humbers injuries. You triumph sir before the victory, For Corineus is not so soon slain. But cursed Scythians you shall rue the day That ere you came into Albania. So perish that they envy Britain's wealth, So let them die with endless infamy, And he that seeks his sovereign's overthrow, Would this my club might aggravate his woe. Where may I find some desert wilderness, Where I may breathe out curses as I would, And scare the earth with my condemning voice, Where every echoes repercussion May help me to bewail mine overthrow, And aid me in my sorrowful laments? Where may I find some hollow uncouth rock, Where I may damn, condemn and ban my fill, The heavens, the hell, the earth, the air, the fire, And utter curses to the concave sky, Which may infect the airy regions, And light upon the Britain Locrine's head? You ugly sprites that in Cocytus mourn, And gnash your teeth with dolorous laments, Yea fearful dogs that in black Lathe howl, And scare the ghosts with your wide open throats, You ugly ghosts that flying from these dogs, Do plunge yourselves in Pyriphlegeton, Come all of you, and with your shrieking notes accompany the Britons conquering host. Come fierce Erinys horrible with snakes, Come ugly Furies, armed with your whips, You threefold judges of black Tartarus, And all the army of you hellish fiends, With new found torments rack proud Locrine's bones O gods, and stars, damned be the gods & stars That did not drown me in fair Thetis plains. Cursed be the sea that with outrageous waves With surging billows did not rive my ships Against the rocks of high Cerannia, Or swallowed me into her watery gulf, Would God we had arrived upon the shore Where Polyphemus and the Cyclops dwell, Or where the bloody anthropophagy With greedy jaws devours the wandering wights, But why comes Albanacts bloody ghost, To bring a corsive to our miseries? Is't not enough to suffer shameful flight, But we must be tormented now with ghosts, With apparitions fearful to behold. Revenge, revenge for blood.
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And if Thrasimachus detract the fight, Either for weaknesse or for cowardise, Let him not boast that Brutus was his ame, Or that braue Corineus was his sire. Then courage souldiers, first for your safetie, Next for your peace, last for your victory. Art thou that Humber prince of fugitiues, That by thy treason slewst yoong Albanact? I am his sonne that slew yoong Albanact, And if thou take not heed proud Phrigian, Ile send thy soule vnto the Stigian lake, There to complaine of Humbers iniuries. You triumph sir before the victorie, For Corineus is not so soone slaine. But cursed Scithians you shall rue the day That ere you came into Albania. So perish that they enuie Brittaines wealth, So let them die with endlesse infamie, And he that seekes his soueraignes ouerthrow, Would this my club might aggraute his woe. Where may I finde some desart wildernesse, Where I may breath out curses as I would, And scare the earth with my condemning voice, Where euerie ecchoes repercussion May helpe me to bewaile mine ouerthrow, And aide me in my sorrowfull laments? Where may I finde some hollow vncoth rocke, Where I may damne, condemne and ban my fill, The heauens, the hell, the earth, the aire, the fire, And vtter curses to the concaue skie, Which may infect the aiery regions, And light vpon the Brittain Locrines head? You vgly sprites that in Cocitus mourne, And gnash your teeth with dolorous laments, Yea fearfull dogs that in black Lathe howle, And scare the ghoasts with your wide open throats, You vgly ghoasts that flying from these dogs, Do plunge your selues in Puryflegiton, Come all of you, and with your shriking notes Accompaie the Brittaines conquering hoast. Come fierce Erinnis horrible with snakes, Come vgly Furies, armed with your whippes, You threefold iudges of black Tartarus, And all the armie of you hellish fiends, With new found tormēts rack proud Locrins bones O gods, and starres, damned be the gods & starres That did not drowne me in faire Thetis plaines. Curst be the sea that with outragious waues With surging billowes did not riue my shippes Against the rocks of high Cerannia, Or swallowed me into her watrie gulfe, Would God we had arriu'd vpon the shore Where Poliphlemus and the Cyclops dwell, Or where the bloodie Anthropomphagie With greedie iawes deuours the wandring wights, But why comes Albanacts bloodie ghoast, To bring a corsiue to our miseries? Ist not inough to suffer shamefull flight, But we must be tormented now with ghoasts, With apparitions fearfull to behold. Reuenge, reuenge for blood.