Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
My Lord, we have surprised here One of his chief and nearest followers, But of himself, as yet we cannot learn. And oh I pray he never may be found Or heard of more within Hermenia: Let him be hated throughout all the world, But ever banished from forth the coasts: That wretched father, with the wicked son, That sought to spoil me of my dearest pledge, Have felt in part, the Heaven's impartial doom, For violating all the laws of love: Yet let them when their health and strength shall serve, Be both conveyed hence to th' Antipodes: And as for that tumultuous frantic crew, Which revel it so loosely in our streets, Dragging our subjects basely by the ears, Let them be shipped away to Barbary, And serve as galley slaves till they come there: ourselves desiring to make recompense For those injurious wrongs which harmless Truth And her distressed daughters have sustained, Intend forthwith in joy to celebrate, Betwixt my sons and those admired Nymphs, On either side long wished for Nuptials. We hope ere this, our Queen and banish't friends Are safe returned, and now courteous Lords, Late patient partakers of our woe, Let us request of you, that ye this night Associate us in feasting and delight. My gracious Lord, you have forgot Ambiguity, shall not he be racked, I could stretch him exquisitely, I would fain be his Procrustes. It were but folly to torture him, We know too much already, too too much; Yet let him straight be whipped out of these parts, And if thou lik'st the office, thou thyself May'st be his friendly executioner. With all my heart. What, come Lords, will you go? We will attend your Majesty. Oh Sir, you may remember how you used me, I thought I should have a time to deal with you, will you untruss, come, I must unease you, as you did me. Fallacy hath your cloak, I have it not, That is no matter, you shall have it so sure as the gown is on your back. Nay, good Invention, since we meeting here Have found all things so quietly composed, Suiting with our first expectation, I must remember you of what you promised The verses which you proffered to my view, Cannot but fit this opportunity. I hope I have not lost them, these are they— SHould this our Play on Common Stage appear, Some of the ignorant multitude would swear That we chopped Logic; for such strains of Wit They still like worse, the better they are writ. But you, that fill this Orb, whose ears have hung Attentively upon each actor's tongue, Who ken where the least string of Art is cracked, Where the conceit is proper, and where racked, From whence a work is spun, out of what Fleece, And know the Woof and Warp of the whole Piece; The SOPHISTER doth on your suffrage stand, That for his grace, you would put to your Hand.
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My Lord, we have surprized here One of his chiefe and nearest followers, But of himselfe, as yet we cannot learne. And oh I pray he never may be found Or heard of more within Hermenia: Let him be hated throughout all the world, But ever banished from forth the coasts: That wretched father, with the wicked sonne, That sought to spoile me of my dearest pledge, Have felt in part, the Heav'ns impartiall doome, For violating all the lawes of love: Yet let them when their health and strength shall serve, Be both conveyed hence to th' Antipodes: And as for that tumultuous frantick crew, Which revell it so loosly in our streets, Dragging our subjects basely by the eares, Let them be ship't away to Barbary, And serve as gally slaves till they come there: Our selves desiring to make recompence For those injurious wrongs which harmlesse Truth And her distressed daughters have sustain'd, Int end sorthwith in joy to celebrate, Betwixt my sonnes and those admired Nymphs, On either side long wish't for Nuptialls. We hope ere this, our Queene and banish't friends Are safe returned, and now courteous Lords, Late patient partakers of our woe, Let us request of you, that ye this night Associate us in feasting and delight. My gracious Lord, you have forgot Ambiguity, shall not he be rack't, I could stretch him exquisitely, I would faine be his Procrastes. It were but folly to torture him, We know too much already, too too much; Yet let him strait be whipt out of these parts, And if thou lik'st the office, thou thy selfe May'st be his friendly executioner. With all my heart. What, come Lords, will you go? We will attend your Majesty. Oh Sir, you may remember how you us'd me, I thought I should have a time to deale with you, will you untrusse, come, I must unease you, as you did me. Fallacy hath your cloake, I have it not, Tht is no matter, you shall have it so sure as the gowne is on your backe. Nay, good Invention, since we meeting here Have found all things so quietly compos'd, Suting with our first expectation, I must remember you of what you promis'd The verses which you profer'd to my view, Cannot but fit this opportunity. I hope I have not lost them, these are they— SHould this our Play on Common Stage appeare, Some of the ignorant multitude would sweare That we chopt Logick; for such strains of Wit They still like worse, the better they are writ. But you, that fill this Orbe, whose ears have hung Attentively upon each Actors tongue, Who ken where the least string of Art is crackt, Where the conceit is proper, and where rackt, From whence a work is spun, out of what Fleece, And know the Woof and Warp of the whole Piece; The SOPHISTER doth on your suffrage stand, That for his grace, you would put to your Hand.