Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Where was the General? what did he this while? His warlike troops, stood firm both horse and foot: Held on his chase, none durst 'gainst him make head: But when he saw all lost, with watered eyes, True signals of his grief, all safe retired, And watched the Seigneur till he left those bounds. Why, this was strange, Oh fie on perjury, I'll not believe dispensations of the Pope, Had that foul Cardinal, choked in's mothers womb, This shameful loss had scaped Christendom. That's true sir, pray drink one cup to me, Deed I am dry. I care not, so's not I. Filled up, drinkte out, you are an honest man. How dost Pasquill, perceivest thou nothing yet. All well sit; nothing: I am prettily well, And so's mine host, I think his brains do crow. But leaving these to come near to our times, And nearer home, I'll give you one for all. When Henry th'eighth of famous memory, won Bolleigue from the French: near Ardres town A great Commander lighted from his horse, When 'gainst the English they were to make head, And served on foot, using such friendly speech: You are the men I love, this like I best; With you i'll live and die: Let me ask this; What service ever did the horse alone, In these our Belgic wars, without the foot? Can they endure hunger, thirst or want, Or march in cold, or heat, like to the foot: They'll die like dogs, and you must eat them up; Or they'll eat you. Why what's the matter there? Well Younker well, I will with you dispense, I'll yield the foot the chief pre-eminence. Your worship's welcome, you do grace mine house. Thanks, good mine Host, is Phoebus past his height, Or be times changed, be't Noon before't be night? Your house is altered, it's grown a School Of good discourse; of martial discipline. willt please you sir to drink? Some Claret Wine; No Beer, I seldom use to drink twixt meals, Observe good diet, to preserve mine health. Drink fasting in the morning strong March Beer, Small Beer at Meals, and when my stomachs raw, A Cup of Spanish Wine: Eat light Suppers, near sit up late at night: and rise betimes; Oft walk abroad, and use much exercise: These midnight Revels, Surfeits, Wine, and Whores, And private quarrels, have devoured more men Then have the wars of late. Sir, here's a Chair, Please you to sit and take tobacco with us. Not I good Sergeant, I'll no Trinidade, My nose shall not be redded, nor guts dyde black, That dainty likes me not, that wholesome Weed, Makes fulsome smell: a dying hound would choke With Belgic fire, and with Spanish smoke. You can endure the smell sir?
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Where was the Generall? what did he this while? His warlike troupes, ſtood firme both horſe and foote: Helde on his chace, none durſt gainſt him make head: But when he ſaw all loſt, with watred eyes, True ſignals of his griefe, all ſafe retirde, And watcht the Seigneur till he left thoſe bounds. Why, this was ſtrange, Oh fie on periury, Ile not beleeue ſpenſations of the Pope, Had that foule Cardinall, choakt in's mothers wombe, This ſhamefull loſſe had ſcaped Chriſtendome. Thats true ſir, pray drinke one cup to me, Deed I am drye. I care not, ſoes not I. Filt vp, drinkte out, you are an honeſt man. How doſt Paſquill, perceiu'ſt thou nothing yet. All well ſit; nothing: I am pretily well, And ſoes mine hoaſt, I thinke his braines doe crow. But leauing theſe to come neere to our times, And nearer home, Ile giue you one for al. When Henry th'eight of famous memory, Wan Bolleigue from the French: neere Ardres town A great Commaunder lighted from his horſe, When gainſt the Engliſh they were to make head, And ſerude on foot, vſing ſuch friendly ſpeech: You are the men I loue, this like I beſt; With you ile liue and dye: Let me aske this; What ſeruice euer did the horſe alone, In theſe our Belgicke warres, without the foot? Can they endure hunger, thirſt or want, Or march in cold, or heate, like to the foot: Theyle dye like dogs, and you muſt eate them vp; Or theyle eate you. Why whats the matter there? Well Younker well, I will with you diſpence, Ile yeeld the foot the chiefe preheminence. Your Worſhips welcome, you do grace mine houſe. Thanks, good mine Hoaſt, is Phoebus paſt his height, Or be times changde, iſt Noone beforte be night? Your houſe is altered, its growne a Schoole Of good diſcourſe; of martiall diſcipline. Wilt pleaſe you ſir to drinke? Some Claret Wine; No Beere, I ſeldome vſe to drinke twixt meales, Obſerue good dyet, to preſerue mine health. Drinke faſting in the morning ſtrong March Beere, Small Beere at Meales, and when my ſtomackes rawe, A Cuppe of Spaniſh Wine: Eate light Suppers, Neere ſit vp late at night: and riſe betimes; Oft walke abroad, and vſe much exerciſe: Theſe midnight Reuels, Surfets, Wine, and Whores, And priuate quarrels, haue deuourde more men Then haue the wars of late. Sir, heeres a Chayre, Pleaſe you to ſit and take Tobaccho with vs. Not I good Serieant, Ile no Trinidade, My noſe ſhall not be reeyde, nor guts dyde blacke, That daintie likes me not, that wholeſome Weede, Makes fulſome ſmell: a dying hound would choake With Belgicke fire, and with Spaniſh ſmoake. You can endure the ſmell ſir?