Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Happiness, such as men lost in misery would wrong in naming, 'tis so much above them. All that I want of it, all you deserve, Heaven send you in my absence. And misery, such as witty malice would Iay out in curses, on the thing it hates, Heaven send me in the stead, if when y'are gone I welcome it, but for your sake alone.— Stir not from hence, Sir, till you hear from me so good-night dear Prince. Good-night dear friend. When we meet next all this will but advance— Joy never feasts so high, as when the first course is of misery. BY this light— a brave Prince, he made no more of the Guard, than they would of a Tailor on a Mask night, that has refused trusting before. he's as Active as he is valiant too; didst mark him how he stood like all the points o'th' Compass, and as good Pictures, had his eyes, towards every man. And his sword too, all th'other side walk up and down the Court now, as if they had lost their way, and stare, like Greyhounds, when the Hare has taken the furze, Right, and have more troubles about'em than a Servingman that has forgot his message when he's come upon the place.— Yonder's the King within, chafing, and swearing like an old Falconer upon the first flight of a young Hawk, when some Clown has taken away the quarry from her; and all the Lords stand round about him, as if he were to be baited, with much more fear, and at much more distance, than a Country Gentlewoman sees the Lions the first time: look: he's broke loose.— Find him; or by Osiris' self, you all are traitors; and equally shall pay to Justice; a single man, and guilty too, break through you all! Confidence! (thou paint of women, and the Statesman's wisdom, valour for Cowards, and of the guiltless Innocence,) assist me now. Sir, send these Starers off: I have some business will deserve your privacy. Leave us. How the villain swells upon us?— Not to punish thought, or keep it long upon the wrack of doubt, know Sir, That by corruption of the waiting woman, the common key of Secrets, I have found the truth at last, and have discovered all: the Prince your Son was by Aglaura's means, conveyed last night unto the Cypress Grove, through a close vault that opens in the lodgings: he does intend to join with Carimania, but ere he goes, resolves to finish all the rites of Love, and this night means to steal what is behind. How good is Heaven unto me! that when it gave me Traitors for my Subjects, would lend me such a Servant! How just (Sir) rather, that would bestow this Fortune on the poor. and where your bounty had made debt so infinite that it grew desperate, their hope to pay it—
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Happinesse, such as men lost in miserie would wrong in naming, 'tis so much above them. All that I want of it, all you deserve, Heav'n send you in my absence. And miserie, such as wittie malice would Iay out in curses, on the thing it hates, Heav'n send mee in the stead, if when y'are gone I welcome it, but for your sake alone.— Stir not from hence, Sir, till you heare from me so goodnight deere Prince. Goodnight deere friend. When wee meet next all this will but advance— Joy never feasts so high, as when the first course is of miserie. BY this light—a brave Prince, hee made no more of the Guard, than they would of a Taylor on a Maske night, that has refus'd trusting before. Hee's as Active as he is valiant too; did'st mark him how hee stood like all the points o'th' Compasse, and as good Pictures, had his eyes, towards everie man. And his sword too, all th'other side walk up and downe the Court now, as if they had lost their way, and stare, like Grey-hounds, when the Hare has taken the furze, Right, and have more troubles about'em than a Serving-man that has forgot his message when hee's come upon the place.— Yonder's the King within, chafing, and swearing like an old Falconer upon the first flight of a young Hawke, when some Clowne has taken away the quarrie from her; and all the Lords stand round about him, as if hee were to be baited, with much more feare, and at much more distance, than a Countrey Gentlewoman sees the Lions the first time: looke: hee's broke loose.— Finde him; or by Osiris selfe, you all are Taitours; and equally shall pay to Justice; a single man, and guiltie too, breake through you all! Confidence! (thou paint of women, and the States-mans wisdome, valour for Cowards, and of the guilties Innocence,) assist mee now. Sir, send these Starers off: I have some businesse will deserve your privacie. Leave us. How the villaine swells vpon us?— Not to punish thought, or keepe it long upon the wrack of doubt, know Sir, That by corruption of the waiting woman, the common key of Secrets, I have found the truth at last, and have discover'd all: the Prince your Sonne was by Agaura meanes, convey'd last night unto the Cypresse Grove, through a close vault that opens in the lodgings: hee does intend to joyne with Carimania, but ere hee goes, resolves to finish all the rites of Love, and this night meanes to steale what is behinde. How good is Heav'n unto mee! that when it gave mee Traitours for my Subjects, would lend mee such a Servant! How just (Sir) rather, that would bestow this Fortune on the poore. and where your bountie had made debt so infinite that it grew desperate, their hope to pay it—