Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
That Spain be free from frights, the King from fears, And I, now held his Infamy, be called Queen, The Treasure of the kingdom shall lie open To pay thy Noble darings. Come, I le do't, provided I hear Iove call too though he roars; I must have the king's hand to this warrant, else I dare not serve it upon my Conscience Be firm then; behold the King is come. Acquaint him. I found the metal hard, but with oft beating he's now so softened, he shall take impression From any seal you give him. Baltazar, come hither, listen; whatsoever our Queen Has importuned thee to touching Onaelia, Niece to the Constable, and her young son, My voice shall second it, and sign her promise. Their riddance? That. What way? by poison? So. Starving? or strangling, stabbing, smothering? Good. Any way so 'tis done. But I will have, Sir, This under your own hand, that you desire it, You plot it, set me on to't. pen, Ink, and paper. And then as large a pardon as law and wit Can engross for me. Thou shalt ha' my pardon. A word more, Sir, pray will you tell me one thing? Yes any thing, dear Baltazar. Suppose I have your strongest pardon, can that cure My wounded Conscience? can there your pardon help me? you not only knock the Ewe a'th' head, but cut the Innocent Lamb's throat too, yet you are no Butcher. Is this thy promised yielding to an Act So wholesome for thy Country? Chide him not. I wooed not have this sin scored on my head For all the Indaean Treasury. That song no more: Do this and I will make thee a great man. Is there no farther trick in't, but my blow, your purse, and my pardon? No nets upon my life to entrap thee. Then trust me: these knuckles work it. Farewell, be confident and sudden. Yes: Subjects may stumble, when Kings walk astray; Thine Acts shall be a new Apocrypha. YOu meet a Hydra; see, if one head fails Another with a sulphurous beak stands yawning What hath raised up this Devil? A great man's vices, that can raise all hell. What would you call that man, who under-sail, In a most goodly ship, wherein he ventures His life, fortunes, and honours, yet in a fury Should hew the Mast down, cast Sails overboard, Fire all the Tacklings, and to crown this madness, should blow up all the Decks, burn th'oaken ribs, And in that Combat twixt two Elements Leap desperately, and drown himself i'th' Seas, What were so brave a fellow? A brave black villain. That's I; all that brave black villain dwells in me, If I be that black villain; but I am not, A Nobler Character prints out my brow, Which you may thus read, I was banished Spain For emptying a Court-Hogshead, but repealed, So I wooed (ere my reeking Iron was cold) Promise to give it a deep crimson die In—none heare,—stay—no, none heare. Whom then?
seed 43: T61 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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That Spaine be free from frights, the King And I, now held his Infamy, be called Queene, The Treasure of the kingdome shall lye open To pay thy Noble darings. Come, I le doo't, provided I heare Iove call tho he rores; I must have the Kings hand to this war else I dare not serve it upon my Conscience Be firme then; behold the King is come. Acquaint him. I found the mettall hard, but with oft beating Hee s now so softned, he shall take impression From any seale you give him. Baltazar, come hither, listen; whatsoe're our Queene Has importun'd thee to touching Onaelia, Neece to the Constable, and her young sonne, My voyce shall second it, and signe her promise. Their riddance? That. What way? by poyson? So. Starving? or strangling, stabbing, smothoring? Good. Any way so 'tis done. But I will have, Sir, This under your owne hand, that you desire it, You plot it, set me on too't. Penne, Inke, and paper. And then as large a pardon as law and wit Can engrosse for me. Thou shalt ha my pardon. A word more, Sir, pray will you tell me one thing? Yes any thing, deare Baltazar. Suppose I have your strongest pardon, can that cure My wounded Conscience? can there your pardon help me? you not onely knocke the Ewe a'th head, but cut the Innocent Lambes throat too, yet you are no Butcher. Is this thy promis'd yeelding to an Act So wholesome for thy Country? Chide him not. I woo'd not have this sinne scor'd on my head For all the Indaean Treasury. That song no more: Doe this and I will make thee a great man. Is there no farther tricke in't, but my blow, your purse, and my pardon? No nets upon my life to entrap thee. Then trust me: these knuckles worke it. Farewell, be confident and sudden. Yes: Subjects may stumble, when Kings walke astray; Thine Acts shall be a new Apocrypha. YOu meet a Hydra; see, if one head failes Another with a sulphurous beake stands yawning What hath rais'd up this Devill? A great mans vices, that can raise all hell. What woo'd you call that man, who under-saile, In a most goodly ship, wherein hee ventures His life, fortunes, and honours, yet in a fury Should hew the Mast downe, cast Sayles over-boord, Fire all the Tacklings, and to crowne this maduesse, Sho'd blow up all the Deckes, burne th'oaken ribbes, And in that Combat 'twixt two Elements Leape desperately, and drowne himselfe i'th Seas, What were so brave a fellow? A brave blacke villaine. That's I; all that brave blacke villaine dwels in me, If I be that blacke villaine; but I am not, A Nobler Character prints out my brow, Which you may thus read, I was banish'd Spaine For emptying a Court-Hogshead, but repeal'd, So I woo'd (e're my reeking Iron was cold) Promise to give it a deepe crimson dye In—none heare,—stay—no, none heare. Whom then?