Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Content and if it like your grace, I will attempt the deed: I summon will Virginius, before your seat with speed, Do so, my Lord be you not afraid, And so you may happen to Hazard the maid: It is but in Hazard, and may come by hap, Win her, or lose her, try you the trap. By the Gods, I consent to thee Claudius now Prepare thee in haste Virginius unto, Charge him, command him, upon his allegiance With all kind of speed, to yield his obeisance, Before my seat in my consistory Subpene of land, life and treasury. No let, no stay, nor ought perturbance, Shall cause me to omit the furtherance, Of this my weighty charge: Well now I range at large my will for to express, For look how Tarquin, Lucres fair, by force did once oppress, Even so will I Virginia use: judge Apius prince, oh stay refuse, Be ruled by thy friend: What bloody death with open shame, Did Tarquin gain in end? Whence doth this pinching sound defend? From contrite Conscience pricked on, By member of thy life, Enforced for to cry and call, And all to end our strife. What art thou then declare be brief? Not flesh nor filthy lust I am: But secret conscience I, Compelled to cry with trembling soul, At point near hand to die. Why no disease doth me approach, no grief doth make me grudge, But want of fair Virginia, whose beauty is my judge: By her I live, by her I die, for her I wy or woe, For her my soul doth sink or swim, for her I swear I go. Ah Gods, what wits doth rame, and yet to you unknown? I die the death, and soul doth sink, this filthy flesh hath sown. I force it not, I will attempt, I stay for Claudius hear, Yet will I go to meet with him, to know what news and cheer. Hast for a hangman, in hazard of hemp Run for a ridduck, there is no such imp: Claudius is knocking, with hammer and stone, At Virginius' gate, as hard as he can lay one: By the Gods my masters, Haphazard is hardy, For he will run rashly, be they never so many, Yea he will sing sowsnout, and sknap with the best, But peace, who comes yonder, what Jolly good jest? WHen men will seem misdoubtfully, Without an why, to call and cry, And fearing with temerity, its jeopardy, of liberty, we wish him take to cheer his heart, Haphazard, Bold blind bayard, A Fig for his uncourtesy, That seeks to shun good company. What if case that cruelty, should bustle me, and justle me, And Holywand should tickle me, for keeping of good company: I'll follow by my honesty, hap Haphazard, bold blind bayard, A fig for his uncourtesy, that seeks to shun good company. When men will seem misdoubtfully, Without an why, to call and cry. etc.
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Content and if it like your grace, I will attempt the deede: I ſommon will Virginius, before your ſeat with ſpéede, Do ſo, my Lorde be you not afrayde, And ſo you may happen to Hazard the mayde: It is but in Hazard, and may come by hap, Win her, or loſe her, trie you the trap. By the Gods, I conſent to thee Claudius now Prepare the in haſte Virginius vnto, Charge him, commaund him, vpon his alegeance With all kinde of ſpéede, to yéelde his obeyſance, Before my ſeate in my conſiſtary Subpene of lande, life and treaſurie. No let, no ſtay, nor ought perturbraunce, Shall cauſe me to omit the furtheraunce, Of this my waighty charge: Well now I range at large my will for to expreſſe, For looke how Torquin, Lucres faire, by force did once oppreſſe, Euen ſo will I Virginia vſe: Iudge Apius prince, oh ſtay refuſe, Be ruled by thy friende: What bloudy death with open ſhame, Did Torquin gaine in ende? Whence doth this pinching ſounde defende? From contrit Conſcience pricked on, By member of thy lyfe, Enforced for to cry and call, And all to end our ſtrife. What art thou theu declare be bréefe? Not fleſh nor filthy luſt I am: But ſecret conſience I, Compeld to crie with trimbling ſoule, At point nere hand to die. Why no diſeaſe dath me aproche, no griefe doth make me grudge, But want of faire Virginia, whoſe beauty is my Iudge: By hir I liue, by hir I die, for hir I wy or woe, For hir my ſoule doth ſinke or ſwimme, for hir I ſwere I goe. Ah Gods, what wittes doth rame, and yet to you vnknowen? I die the death, and ſoule doth ſinke, this filthy fleſh hath ſowen. I force it not, I wyll attempt, I ſtay for Claudius heare, Yet wyll I goe to meete with him, to know what newes and cheare. Haſt for a hangman, in hazard of hempe Runne for a riddueke, there is no ſuch impe: Claudius is knocking, with hammer and ſtone, At Virginius gate, as hard as he can lay one: By the Gods my maiſters, Haphazard is hardy, For he will run raſhly, be they neuer ſo many, Yea he wyll ſinge ſowſnowt, and ſknap with the beſt, But peace, who comes yonder, what Iely good geſt? WHen men will ſeeme miſdoubtfully, Without an why, to call and cry, And fearing with temerety, its ieopardy, of libertie, Wee wiſh him take to chere his hart, Haphazard, Boulde blinde bayarde, A Fygge for his vncourteſie, That ſeekes to ſhun good company. What if caſe that cruelty, ſhould buſſell me, and iuſſell mée, And Holywand ſhould tirkle me, for keeping of good companye: Ile folow by my honeſtie, hap Haphazard, bould blinde bayard, A figge for his nvrourteſie, that ſeekes to ſhun good companie. When men wyll ſeeme miſdoubtfully, Without an why, to call and crie. &c.