Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
of old Virginius. A virgin pure, a Queen in life, whose state may be deplored, For why the Queen of chaste life, is like to be deflowered: By false judge Apius cruel wretch, who straightly hath commanded, That she to keeping his be brought, Prince Pluto this demanded: To skies I fly to blaze abroad, the trump of deep defame, Revenge you Gods this Rumor craves, this blood and bloody shame: Have through the air, give place you airs. this is my duty done, The Gods confound such lecherers, lo Rumor this I run. O man, O mould, oh muck, O clay, O Hell, O hellish hound, O foul judge Apius wrabbling wretch, is this thy treason found: Woe worth the man that gave the seed, whereby the first didst spring Woe worth the womb that bore the babe, to mean this bloody thing: Woe worth the paps that gave ye suck, woe worth the Fosters eke Woe worth all such as ever did, thy health or liking seek: Oh that the graved years of mine, were covered in the clay Let patience dear father mine, your rigor something stay, Why do you wail in such a sort? why do you weep and moan? Oh daughter dear and only heir, my life is near foregone, And all for love of thee A Gods how may this be? Dear father do withdraw your dread, and let me know the cause, myself will aid with life or death, without demur or pause: Then tender your child, that craveth this bound. Oh hearken dear daughter attend thou my sound: judge Apius pricked forth with filthy desire: Thy person as lemon, doth greatly require: And no kind of entreaty, no fear nor no shame, Will he hear allege, defending the same: And straight without staying in pain of my death, I must bring thee thither, wherefore stop my breath, O Sisters, I search, I seek, and I crave, No more at your hands, but death for to have, Rather than see my Daughter deflowered, Or else in ill sort, so vildly devoured. Oh father oh friendship, oh fatherly favour, Whose dulcet words, so sweetly do savour, On knees I beseech thee to grant my request, In all things according, as liketh thee best: Thou knowest, O my father, if I be once spotted, My name and my kindred, then forth willbe blotted: And if thou my father, should die for my cause, The world would account me as guilty in cause: Then rather dear father, if it be thy pleasure, Grant me the death, then keep I my treasure? My Lamp, my light, my life undefiled, And so may judge Apius, of flesh be beguiled: This upon my knees with humble behest, Grant me O father my instant request.
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of olde Virginius. A virgin pure, a Quéene in life, whoſe ſtate may be deplored, For why the Queene of chaſte life, is like to be defloured: By falſe Iudge Apius cruell wretche, who ſtraightly hath commaunded, That ſhe to keping his be brought, Prince Pluto this demaunded: To ſkies I flie to blaſe abrode, the trompe of depe defame, Reuenge yo Gods this Rumor craues, this bloud and bloddy ſhame: Haue through the ayre, geue place you ayres. this is my dutye done, The Gods confound ſuch lecherers, loe Rumor this I run. O man, O mould, oh mucke, O clay, O Hell, O helliſh hounde, O aulle Iudge Apius wrablinge wretch, is this thy treaſon found: Woe worth the man that gaue the ſeede, wherby ye firſt didſt ſpring Woe worth the wombe yt bare the babe, to meane this bluddy thing: Woe worth the paps that gaue ye ſucke, woe worth the Foſters eke Woe worth all ſuch as euer did, thy health or liking ſeeke: Oh that the graued yeares of mine, were couered in the clay Let pacience deare father mine, your rigor ſomething ſtay, Why do you waile in ſuch a ſorte? why do you weepe and mone? Oh doughter deare and only heyre, my life is neare forgone, And all for loue of thee A Gods how may this be? Deare father do withdraw your dread, and let me know the cauſe, My ſelfe wyll ayde with lyfe or death, without demur or pauſe: Then tender your childe, that craueth this bound. Oh harken deare daughter attend thou my ſounde: Iudge Apius prickt forth with filthy deſire: Thy perſon as Lemmon, doth greatly require: And no kinde of intreatie, no feare nor no ſhame, Will he heare aledge, defending the ſame: And ſtraight without ſtaying in paine of my death, I muſt bring thee thither, wherfore ſtop my breath, O Siſters, I ſearch, I ſeeke, and I craue, No more at your handes, but death for to haue, Rather then ſee my Daughter deflourde, Or els in ill ſorte, ſo vildely deuourde. Oh father oh friendſhip, oh fatherly fauour, Whoſe dulſet words, ſo ſweetly do ſauour, On knees I beſeeche thee to graunt my requeſt, In all things according, as lyketh thee beſt: Thou knoweſt, O my father, if I be once ſpotted, My name and my kindred, then forth wilbe blotted: And if thou my father, ſhould die for my cauſe, The world would accompt me as gilty in cauſe: Then rather deare father, if it be thy pleaſure, Graunt me the death, then keepe I my treaſure? My Lampe, my light, my life vndefiled, And ſo may Iudge Apius, of fleſh be begiled: This vpon my knees with humble beheſte, Graunt me O father my inſtant requeſte.