Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
There's the strong Anchor To stay all in this tempest. Holy Sir, With these work you the King, and so prevail, That all these mischiefs Hull with Flagging sail, My best in this I'll do. Soldier, thy breast I must lock better things in. 'Tis your chest, With 3 good keys to keep it from opening, an honest heart, a daring hand, and a pocket which scorns money. COmmend us to Medina, say his letters Right pleasing are, and that (except himself) Nothing could be more welcome: counsel him (To blot the opinion out of factious numbers) Only to have his ordinary train Waiting upon him: for, to quit all fears Upon his side of us, our very Court Shall even but, dimly shine with some few Dons, Freely to prove our longings great to peace. The Constable expects some pawn from you. That in this Fairy circle shall rise up No Fury to confound his Niece nor him. A king's word is engaged. It shall be taken. Valasco, call the Captain of our Guard, Bid him attend us instantly. I shall Lopez come hither: see Letters from Duke Medina, both in the name Of him and all his Faction, offering peace, And our old love (his Niece) Onaelia In marriage with her free and fair consent To Cockadillia, a Don of Spain. Will you refuse this? My Crown as soon: they feel their sinewy plots Belike to shrink i'th' joints; and fearing Ruin, Have found this Cement out to piece up all, Which more endangers all. How Sir endangers! lions may hunted be into the snare, But if they once break loose, woe be to him That first seized on 'em. A poor prisoner scorns To kiss his jailor; and shall a King be choked With sweetmeats, by false Traitors! no, I will fawn On them, as they stroke me, till they are fast But in this paw: And then. A brave revenge. The Captain of your Guard. Upon thy life Double our Guard this day: let every man Bear a charged Pistol, hid; and at a watchword Given by a Musket, when ourself sees Time, Rush in; and if Medina's Faction wrestle Against your forces, kill; but if yield, save: Be secret. I am charmed, Sir. Watch, Valasco, If any wear a Cross, Feather, or Glove, Or such prodigious signs of a knit Faction, Table their names up: at our Court-gate plant Good strength to bar them out, if once they swarm: Do this upon thy life. Not death shall fright me. 'Tis done, Sir. Death! what's done? Young Cub's flayed, But the she-Fox shifting her hole is fled; The little jackanapes the boy's brained. Sebastian? He shall ne'er speak more Spanish. Thou teachest me to curse thee. For a bargain you set your hand to. Half my Crown I'd lose, were it undone. But half a Crown! that's nothing: His brains stick in my conscience more than yours. How lost I the French Doctor?
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There's the strong Anchor To stay all in this tempest. Holy Sir, With these worke you the King, and so prevaile, That all these mischiefes Hull with Flagging saile, My best in this I'le doe. Souldier, thy brest I must locke better things in. 'Tis your chest, With 3 good keyes to keep it from opening, an honest hart, a daring hand, and a pocket which scornes mony. COmmend us to Medina, say his letters Right pleasing are, and that (except himselfe) Nothing could be more welcome: counsell him (To blot the opinion out of factious numbers) Onely to have his ordinary traine Waiting upon him: for, to quit all feares Vpon his side of us, our very Court Shall even but, dimly shine with some few Dons, Freely to prove our longings great to peace. The Constable expects some pawne from you. That in this Fairy circle shall rise up No Fury to confound his Neece nor him. A Kings word is engag'd. It shall be taken. Valasco, call the Captaine of our Guard, Bid him attend us instantly. I shall Lopez come hither: see Letters from Duke Medina, both in the name Of him and all his Fation, offering peace, And our old love (his Neece) Onaeli In marriage with her free and faire consent To Cockadillia, a Don of Spaine. Will you refuse this? My Crowne as soone: they feele their sinowy plots Belike to shrinke i'th joynts; and fearing Ruine, Have found this Cement out to piece up all, Which more endangers all. How Sir endangers! Lyons may hunted be into the snare, But if they once breake loose, woe be to him That first seiz'd on 'em. A poore prisoner scornes To kisse his Iaylor; and shall a King be choak'd With sweet-meats, by false Traytors! no, I will fawne On them, as they stroake me, till they are fast But in this paw: And then. A brave revenge. The Captaine of your Guard. Vpon thy life Double our Guard this day: let every man Beare a charg'd Pistoll, hid; and at a watch-word Given by a Musket, when our selfe sees Time, Rush in; and if Medina's Faction wrastle Against your forces, kill; but if yeeld, save: Be secret. I am charm'd, Sir. Watch, Valasco, If any weare a Crosse, Feather, or Glove, Or such prodigious signes of a knit Faction, Table their names up: at our Court-gate plant Good strength to barre them out, if once they swarme: Doe this upon thy life. Not death shall fright me. 'Tis done, Sir. Death! what's done? Young Cub's flayd, But the shee-Fox shifting her hole is fled; The little Iackanapes the boy's braind. Sebastian? He shall ne're speake more Spanish. Thou teachest me to curse thee. For a bargaine you set your hand to. Halfe my Crowne I'de lose, were it undone. But halfe a Crowne! that's nothing: His braines sticke in my conscience more than yours. How lost I the French Doctor?