Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Yet fearing disgrace above damnation, and loving a popular esteem more than heaven; methinks obscurity should fright 'em. Faith no; for you shall have a Courtier of the first Velvet head, when the tide runs low, and in a place unknown, will familiarly turn you to his old trade, accoutre his palfrey most neatly, and thank obscurity for drowning the unfit honour he had lately slipped on and off. 'Tis a disease indeed they have, to feel no touch of future honour, nor taste any thing more than what lies before 'em. Tut, they be wise in that, for their conception being precipitate, and their births rash, they knew their glories birth would be like the flies I have seen by a River in Egypt, that begin to live in the morning, are at full age by noon, and die before Sun set: and therefore their honour feeds like moths upon apparel, and objects merely present— flashes— But such an imputation cannot stain his honour, whose grain taken in the die of a Duke's blood, stands immaculate spite of all fortunes. 'Tis true, and therefore peradventure parsimony invites him to this obscurity, for I'll assure you, that to be miserable, and not fight, are grown to be two right honourable qualities,— Captain, you stand talking here of a Cock and a Bull, while our rich fare is gone another way. Who? my Lord the Prince? I your Lord the Prince. Which way, for profits sake? That way that many Lords do for profits sake: downwards, downwards. Prithee speak not in enigmas; be understood. In plain Dagger terms the Prince is slain. 'sfoot 'tis sharp news. By whom? Why, that swart Rutter that brought the message from Court, delivered it in such keen terms, that it went to his heart: & when he had done, tumbled him off the Litto into the water to catch Whitings. But two Merchants spying it, raised the people and took him, and now the Governor is gone a fishing after the Body. This amazes me, done so suddenly. Death's a quick Carver when he comes in that shape. Who set him on says he? Some valiant Squire or other, who is yet unknown, nor will the Governor urge the knowledge, but sends him back to Court, that the Duke may take notice of all. Come, let's to the the Litto, and set our helps to find the Body. Content. But have you found the body? we have my Lord With long laborious search, it was three Tides Locked in the arms of Neptune, who at length Enforced by main constraint resigned it up, But all the face so mangled and deformed, That but his clothes, nought could have made it known, The which embalmed we straight closed up in Lead, And with the murderer brought it to your Grace, That after his due exequies performed, You might quench sorrow in revenge, and draw His blood, whose hand hath spilled best part of yours.
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Yet fearing diſgrace above damnation, and loving a popular eſteeme more then heaven; methinkes obſcuritie ſhould fright 'hem. Faith no; for you ſhall have a Courtier of the firſt Velvet head, when the tide runnes low, and in a place unknowne, will familiarly turne you to his old trade, accoutre his palfrey moſt neatly, and thanke obſcurity for drowning the unfit honour hee had lately ſlipt on and off. 'Tis a diſeaſe indeed they have, to feele no touch of future honour, nor taſte any thing more than what lies before 'hem. Tut, they be wiſe in that, for their conception being precipitate, and their births raſh, they knew their glories birth would bee like the flies I have ſeene by a River in Aegypt, that begin to live in the morning, are at full age by noone, and die before Sunne ſet: and therefore their honour feeds like mothes upon apparell, and objects meerly preſent—flaſhes—flaſhes. But ſuch an imputation cannot ſtaine his honor, whoſe graine taken in the die of a Dukes blood, ſtands immaculate ſpight of all fortunes. 'Tis true, and therefore peradventure parſimony invites him to this obſcuritie, for Ile aſſure you, that to be miſerable, and not fight, are growne to be two right honourable qualities,— Captaine, you ſtand talking here of a Cock and a Bull, while our rich fare is gone another way. Who? my Lord the Prince? I your Lord the Prince. Which way, for profits ſake? That way that many Lords doe for profits ſake: downwards, downwards. Prethee ſpeake not in enigmas; be underſtood. In plaine Dagger termes the Prince is ſlaine. D'foot 'tis ſharp newes. By whom? Why, that ſwart Rutter that brought the meſſage from Court, delivered it in ſuch keene termes, that it went to his heart: & when he had done, tumbled him off the Litto into the water to catch Whitings. But two Merchants ſpying it, rais'd the people and tooke him, and now the Governour is gone a fiſhing after the Body. This amazes mee, done ſo ſuddenly. Death's a quick Carver when he comes in that ſhape. Who ſet him on ſayes he? Some valiant Squire or other, who is yet unknowne, nor will the Governour urge the knowledge, but ſends him back to Court, that the Duke may take notice of all. Come, lets to the the Litto, and ſet our helps to find the Body. Content. BVt have you found the body? Wee have my Lord With long laborious ſearch, it was three Tydes Lockt in the armes of Neptune, who at length Enforc'd by maine conſtraint reſign'd it up, But all the face ſo mangled and deform'd, That but his clothes, nought could have made it known, The which embalm'd we ſtraight clos'd up in Lead, And with the murderer brought it to your Grace, That after his due exequies perform'd, You might quench ſorrow in revenge, and draw His blood, whoſe hand hath ſpilt beſt part of yours.