Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
So nought will satisfy your wandering ghost But dire revenge, nothing but Humbers fall, Because he conquered you in Ulbany. Now by my soul Humber would be condemned To Tantal's hunger or Ixion's wheel, Or to the vulture of Prometheus, Rather than that this murder were undone. whenas I die i'll drag thy cursed ghost Through all the rivers of foul Erebus, Through burning sulphur of the Limbo-lake, To allay the burning fury of that heat That rageth in mine everlasting soul. Stout Hercules the mirror of the world, Son to Alcmena and great Iupiter, After so many conquests won in field, After so many monsters quelled by force, Yielded his valiant heart to Omphale, A fearful woman void of manly strength, She took the club, and wore the lion's skin, He took the wheel, and maidenly 'gan spin. So martial Locrine cheered with victory, Falleth in love with Humbers concubine, And so forgetteth peerless Guendoline. His uncle Corineus storms at this, And forceth Locrine for his grace to sue, Lo here the sum, the process doth ensue. Thus from the fury of Bellona's broils, With sound of drum and trumpets melody, The Britain king returns triumphantly, The Scythians slain with great occision, Do equalize the grass in multitude, And with their blood have stained the streaming brooks, Offering their bodies and their dearest blood As sacrifice to Albanactus ghost, Now cursed Humber hast thou paid thy due, For thy deceits and crafty treacheries, For all thy guises, and damned stratagems, With loss of life, and ever during shame. Where are thy horses trapped with burnished gold, Thy trampling coursers ruled with foaming bits? Where are thy soldiers strong and numberless, Thy valiant captains and thy noble peers? even as the country clowns with sharpest scythes Do mow the withered grass from off the earth, Or as the ploughman with his piercing share Renteth the bowels of the fertile fields, And rippeth up the roots with razors keen. So Locrine with his mighty curtle-axe, Hath cropped off the heads of all thy Hunnes, So Locrine's peers have daunted all thy peers, And drove thine host unto confusion, That thou mayst suffer penance for thy fault, And die for murdering valiant Albanact. And thus, yea thus shall all the rest be served That seek to enter Albion 'gainst our wills. If the brave nation of the troglodytes, If all the coal-black Aethiopians, If all the forces of the Amazons, If all the hosts of the Barbarian lands, Should dare to enter this our little world, Soon should they rue their overbold attempts, That after us our progeny may say, There lie the beasts that sought to usurp our land. I they are beasts that seek to usurp our land, And like to brutish beasts they shall be served. For mighty love the supreme king of heaven, That guides the concourse of the meteors, And rules the motion of the azure sky, Fights always for the Britons' safety. But stay, methinks I hear some shrieking noise, That draweth near to our pavilion.
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So nought wil satisfie your wandring ghost But dire reuenge, nothing but Humbers fall, Because he conquerd you in Vlbany. Now by my soule Humber would be condemn'd To Tanals hunger or Ixions wheele, Or to the vultur of Prometheus, Rather then that this murther were vndone. When as I die ile dragge thy cursed ghoast Through all the riuers of foule Erebus, Through burning sulphur of the Limbo-lake To allaie the burning furie of that heate That rageth in mine euerlasting soule. Stout Hercules the mirrour of the world, Sonne to Almena and great Iupiter, After so many conquests wonne in field, After so many monsters queld by force, Yeelded his valiant heart to Omphale, A fearfull woman voyd of manly strength, She tooke the club, and ware the lions skinne, He tooke the wheele, and maidenly gan spinne. So martiall Locrine cheerd with victorie, Falleth in loue with Humbers concubine, And so forgetteth peerlesse Guendoline. His vncle Corinus stormes at this, And forceth Locrine for his grace to sue, Loe here the summe, the processe doth ensue. Thus from the fury of Bellonas broiles, With sound of drumme and trumpets melodie, The Brittaine king returnes triumphanly, The Scithians slaine with great occision, Do aequalize the grasse in multitude, And with their bood haue staind the streaming brookes, Offering their bodies and their dearest blood As sacrifice to Albanactus ghoast, Now cursed Humber hast thou payd thy due, For thy deceits and craftie trecheries, For all thy guises, and damned stratagems, With losse of life, and euer during shame. Where are thy horses trapt with burnisht gold, Thy trampling coursers rulde with foming bits? Where are thy souldiers strong and numberlesse, Thy valiant captains and thy noble peeres? Euen as the countrie clownes with sharpest sithes Do mowe the withered grasse from off the earth, Or as the ploughman with his piercing share Renteth the bowels of the fertile fields, And rippeth vp the rootes with razours keene. So Locrine with his mightie curtleaxe, Hath cropped off the heads of all thy Hunnes, So Locrines peeres haue daunted all thy peeres, And droue thine hoast vnto confusion, That thou maist suffer penance for thy fault, And die for murdring valiant Albanact. And thus, yea thus shall all the rest be seru'd That seeke to enter Albion gainst our willes. If the braue nation of the Troglodites, If all the coleblacke Aethiopians, If all the forces of the Amazons, If all the hostes of the Barbarian lands, Should dare to enter this our little world, Soone should they rue their ouerbold attempts, That after vs our progenie may say, There lie the beasts that sought to vsurp our land. I they are beasts that seeke to vsurp our land, And like to brutish beasts they shall be seru'd. For mightie loue the supreame king of heauen, That guides the concourse of the Metiors, And rules the motion of the azure skie, Fights alwaies for the Brittaines safetie. But staie, mee thinkes I heare some shriking noise, That draweth neare to our pauillion.