Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
The case is altered, sir, i'll none of your gifts, what I take a reward at your hands? Master, faith sir no: I am a man of a better conscience. Why dally you? go draw them hence away. Why alas sir, I will go away I thank you gentle friends. I pray you spare your pains, I will not trouble his honours mastership, i'll run away. Why stay you? move me not, let search be made, For vile Ateukin, who so finds him out, Shall have five hundredth marks for his reward. Away with the Lords troops about my tent, Let all our soldiers stand in battle ray, For lo the English to their parley come. What seeks the King of England in this land? False traitorous Scot, I come for to revenge My daughter's death: I come to spoil thy wealth, Since thou hast spoiled me of my marriage joy. I come to heap thy land with Carcases, That this thy thrifty soil choked up with blood, May thunder forth revenge upon thy head. I come to quit thy loveless love with death, In brief, no means of peace shall ere be found, Except I have my daughter or thy head. My head proud King t'abase thy pranking plains, So striving fondly, mayest thou catch thy grave. But if true judgement do direct thy course, These lawful reasons should divide the war, Faith not by my consent thy daughter died. Thou liest false Scot, thy agents have confessed it. These are but fond delays, thou canst not think A means for to reconcile me for thy friend, I have thy parasites confession penned: What then canst thou allege in thy excuse? I will repay the ransom for her blood. What thinkst thou caitiff, I will sell my child, No if thou be a Prince and man at arms, In single combat come and try thy right, Else will I prove thee recreant to thy face. I took no combat false injurious King, But since thou needless art inclined to war, Do what thou darest we are in open field. Arming thy battles I will fight with thee. Agreed, now trumpets sound a dreadful charge Fight for your Princess, brave English men: Now for your lands your children and your wives, My Scottish Peers, and lastly for your King. Stay Princes wage not war, a privy grudge Twixt such as you (most high in Majesty) Afflicts both nocent and the innocent, How many swords dear Princes see I drawn? The friend against his friend, a deadly friend: A desperate division in those lands, Which if they join in one, command the world. Oh stay with reason mitigate your rage, And let an old man humbled on his knees, Entreat a boon good Princes of you both. I condescend, for why thy reverend years Import some news of truth and consequence, I am content, for Anderson I know. Thou art my subject and dost mean me good.
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The case is altered, sir, ile none of your gifts, what I take a reward at your hands? Maister, faith sir no: I am a man of a better conscience. Why dallie you? go draw them hence away. Why alas sir, I wil go away I thanke you gentle friends. I pray you spare your pains, I will not trouble his honors maistership, ile run away. Why stay you? moue me not, let search be made, For vile Ateukin, who so findes him out, Shall haue fiue hundreth markes for his reward. Away with the Lords troupes about my tent, Let all our souldiers stand in battaile ray, For lo the English to their parley come. What seekes the King of England in this land? False traiterous Scot, I come for to reuenge My daughters death: I come to spoyle thy wealth, Since thou hast spoyld me of my marriage ioy. I come to heape thy land with Carkasses, That this thy thriftie soyle choakt vp with blood, May thunder forth reuenge vpon thy head. I come to quit thy louelesse loue with death, In briefe, no meanes of peace shall ere be found, Except I haue my daughter or thy head. My head proud King abase thy prancking plaines, So striuing fondly, maiest thou catch thy graue. But if true iudgement do direct thy course, These lawfull reasons should deuide the warre, Faith not by my consent thy daughter dyed. Thou liest false Scot, thy agēts haue cōfest it. These are but fond delayes, thou canst not thinke A meanes for to reconcile me for thy friend, I haue thy parasites confession pend: What then canst thou alleage in thy excuse? I will repay the raunsome for her bloud. What thinkst thou catiue, I wil sel my child, No if thou be a Prince and man at armes, In singule combat come and trie thy right, Else will I prooue thee recreant to thy face. I tooke no combat false iniurious King, But since thou needlesse art inclinde to warre, Do what thou darest we are in open field. Arming thy battailes I will fight with thee. Agreed, now trumpets sound a dreadfull charge Fight for your Princesse, braue English men: Now for your lands your children and your wiues, My Scottish Peeres, and lastly for your King. Stay Princes wage not warre, a priuie grudge Twixt such as you (most high in Maiestie) Afflicts both nocent and the innocent, How many swordes deere Princes see I drawne? The friend against his friend, a deadly friend: A desperate diuision in those lands, Which if they ioyne in one, commaund the world. Oh stay with reason mittigate your rage, And let an old man humbled on his knees, Intreat a boone good Princes of you both. I condiscend, for why thy reuerend years Import some newes of truth and consequence, I am content, for Anderson I know. Thou art my subiect and doest meane me good.