Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Undoubtedly my sovereign lord, he seemeth unto me, Not to sequest his father's steps, in feats of chivalry: But rather for to imitate, the flower of great 〈◊〉 land, I mean Achilles that same knight, by whose one only hand The Graecians have obtained at length the conquest of old Troy For which they did whole x. years space, their labour great employ sith he is gone for to purvey, such things as shall in deed, Suffice to serve his turn in wares, whereof he shall have need Let us depart and when he shall, return hither a gain, To see the must or of his men, we will sure take the pain. Far well adieu, that courtlike life, To war we tend to gowe: It is good sport to see the strife, Of soldiers on a row. How mereley they forward march, These enemies to slay: With heigh trim and tryxey to, Their banners they display. Now shall we have the Golden cheats, When others want the same: And soldiers have foul many feats, Their enemies to tame. With coucking hear, and bomynge their, They break there foes' array: And lusty jades amid the fields, There ensigns do display. The drum and flute play lustily, The trumpet blows a main? And venturous knights courageously, Do march before there train: With spear in rest so lively dressed, In armour bright and gay: With heigh trim and tryxey to, There banners they display. gogs oundes Haltersick, what makes thou hear, What? Jack hempstringe welcome, draw near? By his oundes I have sought the some news thee to tell, Gods blood what news, is't the devil in hell? In faith thou art meaty, but this is the matter, dost thou hear haltersack? each man doth clatter: Of wars, ye of wars, for Horestes will go, His heritage to win, boy the truth is so. Nay but Jack Hempstringe seize of this prate, If thou cavil me boy, then beware thy pate. What hold thy peace, as far as I see, We be boys both therefore let us gree. Boy nay be god, though I be but small, Yet Jack hempstringe, a heart is worth all. And have not I an heart, that to wars dare go, Yes hempstringe I warrant thee, & that thou shouldest know If dycke Haltersick's mind, thou move unto air, Colles never bourn, till they be set one fire. Ye but if they bourn, so that they same, Yet water dycke haltersack, the bourning cane same. But hack thee my master will venture a joint, And me to wait on him, he all ready doth point. But hear'st thou, thou knowest my master loves well, Now and then to be snapping, at some dainty morsel. But by gogs blood haltersack, if thou love me, Take some pretty wench our launderer to be, And be gogs blood, I am contented to bear, Half of her charges, when that she comes there.
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Vndoubtedly my ſoferaynd lorde, he ſemeth vnto me, Not to ſequeſt his fathers ſteppes, in feates of cheuallrey: But rather for to imitate, the floure of great land, I meane A chilles that ſame knight, by whoſe one only hand The Greaciās haue obtaind at laingth ye cōqueſt of old Troy For which thei did holl x. yeres ſpace, their labor great imploy Syth he is gon for to puruaye, ſuch thinges as ſhall in dede, Suffiſe to ſarue his tourn in wares, wherof he ſhal haue nede Let vs depart and when he ſhall, retourne heather a gayne, To ſée the muſt or of his men, we wyll ſure take the payne. FArre well adew, that courtlycke lyfe, To warre we tend to gowe: It is good ſport to ſe the ſtryfe, Of ſodyers on a rowe. How mereley they forward march, Theſe enemys to ſlaye: With hey trym and tryxey to, Their banners they dyſplaye. Now ſhaull we haue the Golden cheates, When others want the ſame: And ſodyares haue foull maney feates, Their enemyes to tame. With couckinge heare, and bomynge their, They breake thear foſe araye: And louſtey lades amid the feldes, Thear enſines do dyſplaye. The droum and flute playe louſteley, The troumpet bloſe a mayne? And ventrous knightes corragiouſley, Do march before thear trayne: With ſpeare in reſte ſo lyuely dreſt, In armour bryghte and gaye: With hey trym and tryxey to, Thear banners they dyſplaye. Goges oundes haulterſycke, what makes thou heare, What? Iacke hempſtringe welcom, draw neare? By his oundes I haue ſoughte the ſome newſe the to tell, Godes bloud what newſe, iſt the deuell in hell? In faythe thou act meatey, but this is the matter, Douſt thou hear halterſicke? each man doth clatter: Of warres, ye of warres, for Horeſtes wyll go, His erytage to wyn, boye the truth is ſo. Nay but Iacke Hempſtringe ſeaſe of this prate, Yf thou cauil me boye, then beware thy pate. What hould thy peace, as far as I ſe, We be boyſe both thearfore let vs grée. Boye naye be god, though I be but ſmaull, Yet Iacke hempſtringe, a hart is worth all. And haue not I an hart, that to warres dare go, Yes hempſtringe I warrant the, & that thou ſhouldeſt know If dycke halterſyckes mynde, thou moue vnto eyar, Colles neauer bourne, tyll they be ſet one fyare. Ye but if they bourne, ſo that they ſame, Yet water dycke hallterſycke, the bourning cane ſame. But hacke thée my maſter will venter a ioynt, And me to wayte on him, he all readye doth poynt. But hearſte thou, thou knoweſt my maſter loues well, Now and then to be ſnappinge, at ſome dayntye moſſell. But by goges bloud hallterſycke, if thou loue me, Take ſome prytey wenche our laundrar to be, And be goges bloud, I am contentyd to beare, Halfe of her chargis, when that ſhe comes thear.