Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Your Lordship hits A poisoned nail i'th' head: this waxen fellow (By the king's hand so bribing him with gold) is set on screws, Perhaps is made his Creature, To turn round every way. Out of that fear Will I beget truth: for myself in person Will sound the king's breast. How yourself in person? That's halfe the prize he gapes for. I'll venture it, And come off well I warrant you, and rip up His very entrails, cut in two his heart, And search each corner in't, yet shall not he Know who it is cuts up th' Anatomy. 'Tis an exploit worth wonder. Put the worst, Say some Infernal voice should roar from hell, The Infant's cloistering up. 'Tis not our danger, Nor the imprisoned princes, for what Thief Dares by base sacrilege rob the Church of him? At worst none can be lost but this slight fellow? All build on this as on a stable Cube; If we our footing keep, we fetch him forth, And Crown him King; if up we fly i'th' air, We for his soul's health a broad way prepare. They come. Thou know'st where To bestow him, Baltazar. Come Moble Boy. Hide him from being discovered. Discovered? wooed there stood a troop of Moores Thrusting the paws of hungry Lions forth, To seize this prey, and this but in my hand, I should do something. Must I go with this black fellow, Uncle? Yes, pretty Coz, hence with him, Baltazar. Sweet child, within few minutes I'll change thy fate And take thee hence, but set thee at heaven's gate. Some keep aloof and watch this Soldier. I'll do't. What's to be done now? First to plant strong guard About the mother, then into some snare To hunt this spotted Panther, and there kill him. What snares have we can hold him? Be that care mine; Dangers (like Stars) in dark attempts best shine. The Lady Onaelia dresseth the stead of her commendations in the most Courtly Attire that words can be clothed with, from herself to you, by me. So Sir; and what disease troubles her now? The king's Evil; and here she hath sent something to you wrapped up in a white sheet, you need not fear to open it, 'tis no corpse. What's here? a letter minced into five morsels? What was she doing when thou cam'st from her? At her pricksong. Some thinks, for here's nothing but sol-Re-me-fa-mi. What Crochet fills her head now, canst tell? No crotchets, 'tis only the Cliff has made her mad. What Instrument played she upon? A wind instrument, she did nothing but sigh. Sol, Re, me, Fa, Mi. My wit has always had a singing head, I have found out her Note Captain. The tune? come. Sol, my foul; re, is all rent and torn like a raggamuffin; me, mend it good Captain; fa, fa, what's fa Captain? Fa, why farewell and be hanged. M, Captaine, with all my heart; haue I tickled my Ladies Fiddle well?
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Your Lordship hits A poyson'd nayle i'th head: this waxen fellow (By the Kings hand so bribing him with gold) is set on skrews, Perhaps is made his Creature, To turne round very way. Out of that feare Will I beget truth: for my selfe in person Will sound the Kings brest. How your selfe in person? That's halfe the prize he gapcs for. I'le venture it, And come off well I warrant you, and rip up His very entrailes, cut in two his heart, And search each corner in't, yet shall not he Know who it is cuts up th' Anatomy. 'Tis an exploit worth wonder. Put the worst, Say some Infernall voyce shoo'd rore from hell, The Infant's cloystering up. 'Tis not our danger, Nor the imprison'd Prince's, for what Theefe Dares by base sacrilege rob the Church of him? At worst none can be lost but this slight fellow? All build on this as on a stable Cube; If we our footing keepe, we fetch him forth, And Crowne him King; if up we flye i'th ayre, We for his soules health a broad way prepare. They come. Thou knowst where To bestow him, Baltazar. Come Moble Boy. Hide him from being discovered. Discover'd? woo'd there stood a troope of Moores Thrusting the pawes of hungry Lions forth, To seize this prey, and this but in my hand, I should doe something. Must I goe with this blacke fellow, Vncle? Yes, pretty Coz, hence with him, Baltazar. Sweet child, within few minutes I'le change thy fate And take thee hence, but set thee at heavens gate. Some keepe aloofe and watch this Souldier. I'le doo't. What's to be done now? First to plant strong guard About the mother, then into some snare To hunt this spotted Panther, and there kill him. What snares have we can hold him? Be that care mine; Dangers (like Starres) in darke attempts best shine. The Lady Onaelia dresseth the stead of her commendations in the most Courtly Attire that words can be cloth'd with, from her selfe to you, by me. So Sir; and what disease troubles her now? The Kings Evill; and here she hath sent something to you wrap'd up in a white sheet, you need not feare to open it, tis no coarse. What's here? a letter min'd into five morsels? What was she doing when thou camst from her? At her pricke-song. Some thinks, for heres nothing but sol-Re-me-fa-mi. What Crochet fils her head now, canst tell? No Crochets, 'tis onely the Cliffe has made her md. What Instrument playd she upon? A wind instrumnt, she did nothing but sigh. Sol, Re, me, Fa, Mi. My wit has alwayes had a singing head, I have found out her Note Captaine. The tune? come. Sol, my foule; re, is all rent and torne like a raggamuin; me, mend it good Captaine; fa, fa, whats fa Captaine? Fa, why farewell and be hang'd. M, Captaine, with all my heart; haue I tickled my Ladies Fiddle well?