Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Ah sir is he come in deed, he is welcome by this day, Aegisthus now in sooth with speed, from hence take you your way. In to our realm and take up men, our title to defend, Till your return this City I, to keep do sure intend. For all his strength he shall not get, to entter once hear in, The walls be strong and for his force, I sure set not a pin. sith you be able to defend, this City as you say, Farewell in sooth to get men, I now will take my way. And soon again I will return, his pamper pride to tame, Farewell Aegisthus and in sooth, I straight will do the same. Yield the I say and that by and by, Or with this sword, in faith thou shalt die. Oh with a good will, I yield me to thee, Good master soldier, have mercy on me. My husband thou hast slain, in most cruel-wise, Yet this my prayer, do now not despise. Come on then in haste, my prisoner thou art, Come follow me I say, we must needs depart. A whoreson slave I will teach thee in say, To handle a woman on, another way. To put me in fear, without my desert I will teach thee in say to play such a part. Be contented good woman, and thou shalt be, Never hear after molested for me. Nay villain slave, amends thou shalt make, In that thou before me as prisoner didst take. Now I have caught thee, and my prisoner thou art, By his oundes whoreson slave, this goose to they heart. Nay save my life, for I will be, Thy prisoner and lo I yield me to thee Come wend thou with me, and they weapon thou shalt have, Sith that thou vouchsafest, my life for to save. STand back ye sleeping jacks at home, And let me go. You lie sir knave am I a mome, Why say you so. Tout tout, you dare not come in field, For fear you should the ghost up yield. With blows, he goose, the gun shot fly, It fears, it sears, and their doth lie. A hundred in a moment be, Destroyed quite: Sir sauce in faith if you should see, The gonne shot light. To quake for fear you would not stint, whenas by force of gunshots dint: The ranks in ray, are took away, As pleaseth fortune oft to play. But in this stour who bears the fame, But only I: Revenge, Revenge, will have the name, Or he will die. I spare no wight, I fear none ill, But with this blade I will them kill For when mine air, is set on fire, I rap them, I snap them, that is my desire. Farewell adieu to wares I must In all the haste. My cozen cut purse will I trust, Your purse well taste, But to it man, and fear for nought, Me say to the it is well fraught. With ruddocks red be at a beck, Beware the arse, break not thy neck,
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Ah ſyr is he come in dede, he is wellcom by this daye, Egiſtus now in ſouth wt ſpede, from hence take you your way. In to our realme and take vp men, our tyghtull to defend, Tyll your retourne this Citie I, to kepe do ſure intend. For all his ſtrength he ſhall not get, to entter once hear in, The walles be ſtrong and for his forſe, I ſure ſet not a pyn. Syth you be abell to defend, this Citie as you ſaye, Farwell in ſouth to get men, I now wyll take my waye. And ſone againe I wyll returne, his pamprid pryd to tame, Farwell Egiſtus and in ſouth, I ſtrayght will do the ſame. Yeld the I ſaye and that by and by, Or with this ſword, in fayth thou ſhalt dye. Oh with a good wyll, I yeld me to the, Good maſter ſodier, haue mercye on me. My huſband thou haſt ſlayne, in moſt cruell-wyſe, Yet this my prayer, do now not dyſpyſe. Come on then in haſt, my pryfoner thou art, Come followe me I ſaye, we muſt nedes depart. A horſon ſlaue I wyll teach the in faye, To handle a woman on, an other waye. To put me in feare, with out my dezarte I wyll teache the in faye to playe ſuch a parte. Be contentyd good woman, and thou ſhalt be, Neauer heare after molyſted for me. Naye vyllyn ſlaue, a mendes thou ſhalt make, In that thou be fore me as pryſinor dydeſt take. Nowe I haue cought the, and my pryſoner thou art, By his oundes horſon ſlaue, this goſe to they harte. Naye ſaue my lyfe, for I wyll be, Thy pryſoner and lo I yelde me to the Come wend thou with me, and they wepon thou ſhalt haue, Syth that thou voutſafyſte, my lyfe for to ſaue. STand backe ye ſlepinge iackes at home, And let me go. You lye ſyr knaue am I a mome, Why ſaye you ſo. Tout tout, you dare not come in felde, For feare you ſhoulde the goſte vp yelde. With bloſe, he goſe, the gunne ſhot flye, It feares, it ſeares, and their doth lye. A houndreth in a moment be, Diſſtroyed quight: Syr ſauſe in fayth yf you ſhoulde ſe, The gonne ſhot lyght. To quake for feare you would not ſtynte, When as by forſe of gounſhotes dynte: The rankes in raye, are tooke awaye, As pleaſeth fortune oft to playe. But in this ſtower who beares the fame, But onley I: Reuenge, Reuenge, wyll haue the name, Or he wyll dye. I ſpare no wight, I feare none yll, But with this blade I wyll them kyll For when myne eayre, is ſet on fyare, I rap them, I ſnap them, that is my deſyare. Farwell a dew to wares I muſte In all the haſt. My coſen cut purſſe wyll I truſte, Your purſſe well taſt, But to it man, and feare for nought, Me ſaye to the it is well fraught. Wyth ruddockes red be at a becke, Beware the arſe, breake not thy necke,