Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Why how now Hans? what Planet struck? quite mute, Or Bagpipe-like, not speak before thou art full, Not one wise word; why, where is all thy mirth. Nor so, nor so, I can speak yet, if need, I hear, I see, yet nothing say at all: Mine Host hath learned, to play at Fox mine host; He will grow kind, we shall have drink enough. Enough my Lad, wilt drink an Ocean? methinks a Whirlpool cannot over drink me. Yet am I still for horse a Kingly fight. Oh finely mounted, what a pleasure 'tis A troop of brave Lancers, a stately show, More show than service, for our good Dragons, Do wheel about untouched, and gall their sides, Nor do our Pikemen care a straw for them: Those troops are good for execution, To spoil a Kingdom, waste or havoc all: Where's no resistance, or at least small head, Or else to run, whenas a battle's lost, But for a strength, a brave battalion Of Pikes and shot, empaled two hundred square, And flanked with carts and packs on either side: Your horsemen may go whistle, where are they, This iron wall is impenetrable. Witness that battle was at Varna fought, A shame to Christians for their breach of truce. Why? what was that? twixt whom, what was there done? He pays you Sergeant now, you're well most gone. Come I'll go home, I'll stay no longer here. This Beer hath pepper, it begins to bite. Yet stay a while, and I'll wait on you home, I must needs hear an end of this discourse. The Cardinal Iulian moved this luckless War, Causing the King and States of Hungarie To break their truce; which they had solemn sworn; The Pope dispensed with them, so would not God, If he be witness: he wils faith be kept Without exception, be it with Infidels, As this was here; the sequel proud it true, In manner thus: Huniades that managed all, Disliked this war: yet Vladislaus This youthful King, egged on by Iulian, Would needs break faith with mighty Amurath, And near to Varna both their armies met, Where he so placed his battles as a Lake, Flanked the left side; a wood was on the rear: And on the right hand all their wagons went: Had they kept so, Byzantium had been ours: And Greece once more it had been Christendom; The battles joined, and after furious charge, The Turks turned back, like birds with scarlions scared; So dreadful were those well known colours which Huniades did bear: he gives them chase, Heeds not the meaner troops; but at hard heels, Follows the fearful Amurath: meanwhile The warlike Priest, more happy at his book Doth quit his strength, falls on, thinks all is won, Some chase the Turks, while others seek for prey, And spoil their tents: they rued this greediness. This when the Turks perceived, they soon rallied, And chased them now, by whom they erst were chased. Here dies the perjured King, the luckless Priest Falls in a ditch, and there was choked with mud.
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Why how now Hans? what Planet ſtrucke? quite mute, Or Bagge-pype-like, not ſpeake before thou art full, Not one wiſe word; why, where is all thy mirth. Nor ſo, nor ſo, I can ſpeake yet, if neede, I heare, I ſee, yet nothing ſay at all: Mine Hoaſt hath learn't, to play at Foxe mine hoaſt; He will grow kind, we ſhall haue drinke inough. Enough my Ladde, wilt drinke an Ocean? Me thinks a Whirle-poole cannot ore drinke me. Yet am I ſtill for horſe a Kingly fight. Oh finely mounted, what a pleaſure tis A troupe of braue Launcers, a ſtately ſhew, More ſhew then ſeruice, for our good Dragons, Doe wheele about vntoucht, and gall their ſides, Nor doe our Pykemen care a ſtraw for them: Thoſe troupes are good for execution, To ſpoyle a Kingdome, waſte or hauocke all: Wheres no reſiſtance, or at leaſt ſmall head, Or elſe to runne, when as a battels loſt, But for a ſtrength, a braue battalion Of Pikes and ſhot, empald two hundred ſquare, And flanckt with carts and packes on eyther ſide: Your horſemen may goe whiſtle, where are they, This yron wall is impenetrable. Witnes that battell was at Varna fought, A ſhame to Chriſtians for their breach of truce. Why? what was that? twixt whom, what was there don He payes you Serieant now, you'r well moſt gone. Come Ile goe home, Ile ſtay no longer here. This Beere hath pepper, it beginnes to bite. Yet ſtay a while, and Ile waite on you home, I muſt needs heare an end of this diſcourſe. The Cardinall Iulian mooude this luckleſſe Warre, Cauſing the King and States of Hungarie To breake their truce; which they had ſolemne ſworne; The Pope diſpenc't with them, ſo would not God, If he be witneſſe: he wils faith be kept Without exception, be it with Infidels, As this was here; the ſequell proude it true, In manner thus: Huniades that mannadgde all, Diſlikte this warre: yet Vladiſlaus This youthfull King, eggde on by Iulian, Would needs breake faith with mighty Amurath, And neere to Varna both their armies met, Where he ſo plac't his battels as a Lake, Flanckt the left ſide; a wood was on the reere: And on the right hand all their waggons went: Had they kept ſo, Byzantium had beene ours: And Greece once more it had beene Chriſtendome; The battels ioynd, and after furious charge, The Turkes turnde backe, like birds with ſcarlions ſcarde; So dreadfull were thoſe well knowne colours which Huniades did beare: he giues them chaſe, Heedes not the meaner troupes; but at hard heeles, Followes the fearefull Amurath: meane while The warlike Prieſt, more happy at his booke Doth quit his ſtrength, falls on, thinks all is woone, Some chace the Turkes, while others ſeeke for prey, And ſpoyle theyr tents: they rued this greedineſſe. This when the Turkes perceyude, they ſoone rallide, And chac't them now, by whom they erſt were chac'de. Here dyes the periurde King, the luckleſſe Prieſt Falls in a ditch, and there was choakt with mudde.