Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
As fit for the war, Jack hempstringe thou art, In faith as able, is to draw a cart: He is like to be manned, that hath such a knight, Under his banner, I swear for to fight. When Horestes in fight, most busiest shallbe, Then with they gynney, we must seek the. gogs oundes, heart, and nails, you are a sea man, Come of with a mischief, my gentle companion. By your sleeve fire haltersick, I think that 'a be, As good a soldier as ever was ye, He hath learned his lesson, but of fouth I fear, He hath quite forgotten, the way for to swear. 'ounds, heart, and nails, nalrey he's no And he be not hanged, he will be stark mad. Hang me no hanging, if ye be so quick, Rub not to hard, lest hempstringe do kick. Had better be still, and a sleep in his head, If a kick me, me chance to break his head, gogs blood good man haltersack, begin you to flout me No not at all he doth but sout ye. What hempstringe I say, are you angered at jest. In faith goodman lobcock, your handsome dressed: gogs blood so to flout me, thou art much to blame? Why all that I do man, is but in game. Take thou that for they jest, and flout me no more? For that same on blow, than shalt have a score: Draw thy sword villain, if thou be a man, And then do the worst, that ever thou can. Nay set sword a side, and at coffetes well trey, Whether of us both, shall have the mastery. gogs oundes thou art bigger, yet I care not a point, If to be revenged, I jeopard a joint. I have coiled the well, but I hold the a groat? If thou meddle with me. I will swinge thy coat. In deed I must say, I have caught the worst, But I will be revenged, or eyes I shall burst. If time did not call me, from hence to depart I should anger the hempstring, euen at the ht? Therefore farewell, till another day, But hearst thou take this, to spend by the way. gogs dundes is he gone, nay after I will, And of the slave by his oundes, I will have my fill. Oh gods be prosperous I pray, & eke preserve my band, Show now that ye be gods in dead, stretch out your mighty hand And give us hearts & wills also, where by we may prevail And suffer not you gods I pray, our courages to fail. But let our hearts adighted be, for aye as we pretend, And of that one adultresses dame, oh gods now make an end. My hands do thirst her blood to have, nought can my mind content Till that on her I have performed, oh gods your just judgement Nay stay my child from mother's blood with draw thy bloody hand
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As fyt for the warre, Iacke hempſtringe thou art, In fayth as abe, is to drawe a carte: He is lyke to be manned, that hath ſuch a knight, Vnder his banner, I ſweare for to fight. When Horeſtes in fight, moſte buſieſt ſhalbe, Then with they gynney, we muſt ſeke the. Goges oundes, hart, and nayles, you are a ſea man, Come of with a myſchiefe, my gentell companion. By your ſleue fire haulterſicke, I thinke that a be, As good a ſodyer as euer was ye, He hath learned his leſſon, but of fouth I feare, He hath quight forgotten, the waye for to ſweare. Oundes, hart, and nayles, nalrey , And he be not hanged, he wyll be ſtarke . Hange me no hanginge, yf ye be ſo quicke, Roube not to hard, leſt hempſtringe do kycke. Had better be ſtyll, and a ſléepe in his head, Yf a kycke me, me chaunce to breake his head, Goges bloud good man halterſycke, begine you to flout me No not at all he douth but ſout ye. What hempſtringe I ſaye, are you angred at ieſte. In fayth goodman lobcocke, your handſomley dreſt: Goges bloud ſo to flout me, thou art muche to blame? Why all that I do man, is but in game. Take thou that for they ieſte, and flout me no more? For that ſame on blowe, than ſhault haue a ſcore: Drawe thy ſword vylyne, yf thou be a man, And then do the worſt, that euer thou can. Naye ſet ſword a ſyde, and at offetes well trey, Wheather of vs both, ſhall haue the maſterey. Goges oundes thou art bygger, yet I care not a poynt, Yf to be reuenged, I iobard a ioynt. I haue coylyd the well, but I holde the a grote? Yf thou meddell with me. I wyll ſinge thye cote. In dede I muſt ſaye, I haue cought the worſt, But I wyll be reuengyd, or eies I ſhall bourſte. Yf tyme did not call me, from hence to depart I ſhould anger the hempſtring, euen at the ht? Therefore farwell, tyll an other daye, But hrſte thou take this, to ſpend by the waye. Goges dundes is he gon, naye after I wyll, And of the ſlaue by his oundes, I wyll haue my fyll. Oh godes be proſperous I praye, & eke preſerue my band, Show now yt ye be gods in ded, ſtretch out your mighty hand And giue vs hartes & willes alſo, where by we may preuayll And ſuffer not you godes I praye, our courragis to fayll. But let our hartes addytyd be, for aye as we pretend, And of that one adulltres dame, oh gods now make an end. My hāds do thryſt her blod to haue, nought can my mīd cōtent Tyll yt on her I haue perfourmed, oh gods your iuſt iudgmēt Nay ſtey my child frō mothers bloud wt draw thy bloudy hād