Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
What shall I do, Cornego? for this Poet Has filled me with a fury: I could write Strange Satyrs now against Adulterers, And Marriage-breakers. I believe you, Madam;— but here comes your Uncle. Where's our Niece? Turn your brains round, and recollect your spirits, And see your Noble friends and kinsmen ready To pay revenge his due. That word Revenge Startles my sleepy Soul, now throughly wakened By the fresh Object of my hapless child, Whose wrongs reach beyond mine. How doth my sweet mother? How doth my prettiest boy? Wrongs, like great whirlwinds, Shake highest Battlements; few for heaven would care. Shooed they be ever happy: they are half gods Who both in good days, and good fortune share. I have no part in either. You shall in both, Can Swords but cut the way. I care not much, so you but gently strike him, And that my Child escape the lightning. For that our Nerves are knit; is there not here A promising face of manly princely virtues, And shall so sweet a plant be rooted out By him that ought to fix it fast i'th' ground? Sebastian, what will you do to him that hurts your mother? The King my father shall kill him I trow. But, sweet cousin, the King loves not your mother. I'll make him love her when I am a King. La you, there's in him a king's heart already: As therefore we before together vowed, Lay all your warlike hands upon my Sword, And swear. Will you swear to kill me, Uncle? Oh not for twenty worlds. Nay then draw and spare not, for I love fighting. Stand in the midst (sweet coz) we are your guard; These Hammers shall for thee beat out a Crown If all hit right; swear therefore (Noble friends) By your high bloods, by true Nobility, By what you owe Religion, owe to your Country, Owe to the raising your posterity, By love you bear to virtue, and to Arms, (The shield of Innocence) swear not to sheathe Your Swords, when once drawn forth. Oh not to kill him For twenty thousand worlds. (Will you be quiet?) Your Swords when once drawn forth, till they ha' forced You godless, perjurous, perfidious man,— Pray rail not at him so. Art mad? y'are idle:— till they ha' forced him To cancel his late lawless bond he sealed At the high Altar to his Florentine Strumpet, And in his bed lay this his troth-plight wife. ay, ay, that's well; pray swear. To this we swear. Uncle, I swear too. Our forces let's unite, be bold and secret, And Lion-like with open eyes let's sleep, Streams smooth and slowly running, are most deep. The Presence door be guarded; let none enter On forfeit of your lives, without our knowledge: Oh you are false Physicians all unto me, You bring me poison, but no Antidotes. yourself that poison brews. prithee no more. I will, I must speak more. Thunder aloud.
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What shall I doe, Cornego? for this Poet Has fill'd me with a fury: I could write Strange Satyrs now against Adulterers, And Marriage-breakers. I beleeve you, Madam;—but here comes your Vncle. Where's our Neece? Turne your braines round, and recollect your spirits, And see your Noble friends and kinsmen ready To pay rvenge his due. That word Revenge Startles my sleepy Soule, now throughly wakend By the fresh Object of my haplesse childe, Whose wrongs reach beyond mine. How doth my sweet mother? How doth my prettiest boy? Wrongs, like great whirlewinds, Shake highest Battlements; few for heaven woo'd care. Shoo'd they be ever happy: they are halfe gods Who both in good dayes, and good fortune share. I have no part in either. You shall in both, Can Swords but cut the way. I care not much, so you but gently strike him, And that my Child escape the lightning. For that our Nerves are knit; is there not here A promising face of manly princely vertues, And shall so sweet a plant be rooted out By him that ought to fix it fast i'th ground? Sebastian, what will you doe to him that hurts your mother? The King my father shall kill him I trow. But, sweet Coozen, the King loves not your mother. le make him love her when I am a King. La you, there's in him a Kings heart already: As therefore we before together vow'd, Lay all your warlike hands upon my Sword, And sweare. Will you sweare to kill me, Vncle? Oh not for twenty worlds. Nay then draw and spare not, for I love fighting. Stand in the midst (sweet Cooz) we are your guard These Hammers shall for thee beat out a Crowne If all hit right; sweare therefore (Noble friends) By your high bloods, by true Nobility, By what you owe Religion, owe to your Country, Owe to the raising your posterity, By love you beare to vertue, and to Armes, (The shield of Innocence) sweare not to sheath Your Swords, when once drawne forth. Oh not to kill him For twenty thousand worlds. (Will you be quiet?) Your Swords when once drawne forth, till they ha forc'd Yo godlesse, perjurous, peridious man,— Pray raile not at him so. Art mad? y'are idle:—till they ha forc'd him To cancell his late lawlesse bond he seal'd At the high Altar to his Florentine Strumpet, And in his bed lay this his troth-plight wife. I, I, that's well; pray sweare. To this we sweare. Vncle, I sweare too. Our forces let's unite, be bold and secret, And Lion-like with open eyes let's sleepe, Streames smooth and flowly running, are most deepe. The Presence doore be guarded; let none enter On forfeit of your lives, without our knowledge: Oh you are false Physitians all unto me, You bring me poyson, but no Antidots. Your selfe that poyson brewes. Prethe no more. I will, I must speake more. Thunder aloud.