Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
You sirrah, madcap, that creeps like a Crab there: Hark you, do not you know one Francisco and Pisander, two vagabonds, that cannot live in peace with Poultry, but they must fly after sheep? I own that wretched name Francisco. Who? you with that face! pray where's Pisander than? I left him at the Court when I came thence. I see you shepherds will lie abominably, he has been from the Court ever since seven years before he was born. Friends, we are happy made, Fortune and Love reserved these blisses to crown the end of things. The story you related Florida. How this divine Matron did take your body, Finding it warm, and did apply such Balsams As hath preserved your life, makes me most happy. I'm blessed in my Gloriana. I in my Cloe. And I in Florida. And we to see you possess such bliss. Ah! Protect me some blessed power: keep farther of. I an yet reconciled with heaven. I do confess I killed you! O be merciful for their sweet sakes, whose innocence cannot see, or be disturbed by thee. There they are by thee; thy once dear Gloriana. What a distemper's this? What will appease thy Ghost? give me but time to ask forgiveness of those sacred powers I've most offended, by depriving thee of life and being, and thou shalt have my life for thy just sacrifice. I apprehended his guilt: shepherd, fear not; your hate grew not to such desperate effects as you expected. Feel, I live and breath! Delude me not, 'tis impossible. These shall witness it. We do. Can you forgive than my attempt? With a true heart. Lysander's still himself, noble and wise. And can you Fairest wipe that Ignominy of, I deserved from you? My Lysander's word sufficeth for us both. Than may you both live happy many years: May your joys, never be disturbed by fears. Hark you sir, now all your talk is over, I would know one thing of you? And what's that? Have you met with one Pisander, Leon, and Francisco in your Travails? The Duke is dead that banished good old Leon, and could I find him; his lands shall be restored. I an that Leon that with my son and daughter here have lived ever since in this Rural way. Blessings do follow blessings. Than I an that Pisander that left the Court, to gain thy Daughter's love by the name of Lysander. Scrub, dost thou know me now? A pestilence on't, you are he indeed. Pisander, embrace thy friend Francisco. Francisco! thou cloyest me with joy. I left the Court for the same end you did. she's mine now Sir, is she not? As fast as the Priest can make her, Fortune has made all happy: Yet 'tis fit If they will wed, your hands should licence it.
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You sirrah, madcap, that creepes like a Crab there: Hark you, doe not you know one Francisco and Pisander, two vagabonds, that cannot live in peace with Poultry, but they must flye after sheepe? I owe that wretched name Francisco. Who? you with that face! pray where's Pisander then? I left him at the Court when I came thence. I see you shepheards will lye abominably, hee has beene from the Court ever since seven yeares before hee was borne. Friends, wee are happy made, Fortune and Love reserv'd these blisses to crowne the end of things. The story you related Florida. How this divine Matron did take your body, Finding it warme, and did apply such Balsames As hath preserv'd your life, makes me most happy. I'm blest in my Gloriana. I in my Cloe. And I in Florida. And wee to see you possesse such blisse. Ah! Protect me some blest power: keepe farther off. I am yet reconcil'd with heaven. I doe confesse I kill'd you! Oh be mercifull for their sweet sakes, whose innocence cannot see, or be disturb'd by thee. There they are by thee; thy once deare Gloriana. What a distemper's this? What will appease thy Ghost? give me but time to aske forgivenesse of those sacred powers I've most offended, by depriving thee of life and being, and thou shalt have my life for thy just sacrifice. I apprehend his guilt: shepheard, feare not; your hate grew not to such desperate effects as you expected. Feele, I live and breath! Delude me not, 'tis impossible. These shall witnesse it. Wee doe. Can you forgive then my attempt? With a true heart. Lysander's still himselfe, noble and wise. And can you Fairest wipe that Ignominy off, I deserv'd from you? My Lysanders word sufficeth for us both. Then may you both live happy many yeares: May your joyes, never be disturb'd by feares. Heark you sir, now all your talk is over, I would know one thing of you? And what's that? Have you met with one Pisander, Leon, and Francisco in your Travailes? The Duke is dead that banisht good old Leon, and could I finde him; his lands shall be restor'd. I am that Leon that with my sonne and daughter here have liv'd e're since in this Rurall way. Blessings doe follow blessings. Then I am that Pisander that left the Court, to gaine thy Daughters love by the name of Lysander. Scrub, do'st thou know me now? A pestlence on't, you are hee indeed. Pisander, embrace thy friend Francisco. Francisco! thou cloy'st me with joy. I left the Court for the same end you did. Shee's mine now Sir, is shee not? As fast as th' Priest can make her, Fortune has made all happy: Yet 'tis fit If they will wed, your hands should licence it.