Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Now where is any more that will me assail I will turn him and toss him both top and tail if he be stronger than Samson was who with his bare hands killed lions apas What needeth this boast? I am here at hand That with the will fight keep the head and stand surely for all thy high words I will not fear To assay the a touch till some blood appear I will give the somewhat for the gift of a new year O mother mother I pray the me hide Throw some thing over me and cover me every side O my son what thing eldyth thee? Mother a thousand horsemen do persecute me Marye son than it was time to fly I blame the not then, though afraid thou be A deadly wound thou mightest there soon catch One against so many, is no indifferent match No mother but if they had bend but ten to one I would not have avoided but set them upon But seeing they be so many I ran away Hide me mother hide me, I heartily the pray For if they come hither and here me find To their horses tails they will me bind And after that fashion hall me and kill me And though I were never so bold and stout To fight against so many, I should stand in doubt Thou that dost seek giants to conquer Come forth if thou dare, and in this place appear Fie for shame dost thou so soon take flight Come forth and show somewhat of thy might Hide me mother, hide me, and never word say Thou old trot, sayst thou any man come this way well armed and weaponed and readye to fight No forsooth Master, there came none in my sight He did avoid in time, for without doubts I would have set on his back some clouts It I may take him I will make all slowches To beware by him, that they come not in my clouches Come forth my son, your enemy is gone Be not afraid for hurt thou canst have none iwis thou diddest wisely who so ever thou be To tarry no longer to fight with me For with my club I would have broken thy skull if thou were as big as Hercules' bull why thou cowardly knave, no stronger than a duck Darest thou try masteries with me a pluck which fear neither giants nor Iupiters fire bolt Nor Beelzebub the master devil as ragged as a colt I would thou wouldst come hither once again I think thou hadst rather alive to be slain Come again and I swear by my mother's womb I will pull the in pieces no more than my thumb and thy brains abroad, I will so scatter That all knaves shall fear, against me to clatter what? little Telemachus what makest thou here among us? Sir my father Ulysses doth him commend To you most heartily, & here he hath you send Of his mind a letter which show you better Every thing shall Then I can make rehearsal
seed 43: T12 · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nowe where is any mo that wyll me assayle I wyll turne him and tosse him bothe toppe and tayle yf he be stronger then Sampson was who with his bare handes kylde lyons apas What nedeth this booste? I am here at hande That with the will fighte kepe the heade and stande Surelye for al thy hye wordes I wyll not feare To assaye the a towche tyll some bloude apeare I wyll geue the somewhat for the gifte of a newe yeare O mother mother I praye the me hyde Throwe some thinge ouer me and couer me euery syde O my sonne what thynge eldyth the? Mother a thousande horsemen do persecute me Marye sonne then it was time to flye I blame the not then, thoughe afrayde thou be A deadlye wounde thou mightest there sone catche One against so manye, is no indyfferente matche No mother but if they had bent but ten to one I woulde not haue auoyded but set them vppon But seinge they be so many I ran awaye Hyde me mother hyde me, I hartely the pray For if they come hyther and here me fynde To their horses tayles they wyll me bynde And after that fasshyon hall me and kyll me And thoughe I were neuer so bolde and stoute To fyghte againste so manye, I shoulde stande in doubte Thou that doest seke giauntes to conquere Come foorth if thou dare, and in this place appere Fy for shame doest thou so sone take flighte Come forth and shewe somewhat of thy myghte Hyde me mother, hyde me, and neuer worde saye Thou olde trotte, seyst thou any man come thys waye well armed and weaponed and readye to fighte ¶ No forsothe Maister, there came none in my sight ¶ He dyd auoyde in tyme, for withoute doubtes I woulde haue set on his backe some clowtes Yt I may take him I wyll make all slowches To beware by him, that they come not in my clowches ¶ Come foorth my sonne, youre enemy is gone Be not afrayed for hurte thou canst haue none ¶ ywys thou didest wisely who so euer thou be To tarrye no longer to fighte with me For with my clubbe I woulde haue broken thy skull yf thou were as bigge as Hercules bull why thou cowardely knaue, no stronger then a ducke Darest thou trye maystries with me a plucke whiche fere nother giauntes nor Iupiters fire bolte Nor Beelzebub the mayster deuyll as ragged as a colte I woulde thou wouldest come hyther ones againe I thincke thou haddest rather alyue to be flayne Come againe and I sweare by my mothers wombe I wyll pull the in peeces no more then my thombe and thy braines abrode, I wyll so scatter That all knaues shall feare, against me to clatter what? little Telemachus what makest thou here amonge vs? ¶ Syr my father Ulysses doth hym commende To you most hartely, & here he hath you sende Of hys mynde a letter whiche shewe you better Euery thynge shall Then I can make rehersall