Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Injurious fortune hast thou crossed me thus? Thus in the morning of my victories, Thus in the prime of my felicity To cut me off by such hard overthrow; Hadst thou no time thy rancour to declare, But in the spring of all my dignities? Hadst thou no place to spit thy venom out But on the person of young Albanact? I that ere while did scare mine enemies, And drove them almost to a shameful flight, I that ere while full lion-like did fare Amongst the dangers of the thick thronged pikes, Must now depart most lamentably slain By Humbers treacheries and fortune's spites: Cursed be their charms, damned be her cursed charms That doth delude the wayward hearts of men, Of men that trust unto her fickle wheel, Which never leaveth turning upside down. O gods, O heavens, allot me but the place Where I may find her hateful mansion, I'll pass the Alps to watery Merae, Where fiery Phoebus in his chariot The wheels whereof are decked with Emeralds, Cast such a heat, yea such a scorching heat, And spoileth Flora of her chequered grass, I'll overrun the mountain Caucasus, Where fell Chimaera in her triple shape Rolleth hot flames from out her monstrous paunch, Scaring the beasts with issue of her gorge, I'll pass the frozen Zone where icy flakes Stopping the passage of the fleeting ships Do lie, like mountains in the congealed sea, Where if I find that hateful house of hers, I'll pull the fickle wheel from out her hands, And tie herself in everlasting bands: But all in vain I breathe these threatenings, The day is lost, the Hunnes are conquerors, Deoon is slain, my men are done to death, The currents swift, swim violently with blood And last, O that this last night so long last, myself with wounds past all recovery, Must leave my crown for Humber to possess. Lord have mercy upon us; masters I think this is a holy day, every man lies sleeping in the fields, but God knows full sore against their wills. Fly noble Albanact and save thyself, The Scythians follow with great celerity, And there's no way but fight, or speedy death, Fly noble Albanact and save thyself. Nay let them fly that fear to die the death That tremble at the name of fatal mors, never shall proud Humber boast or brag himself That he hath put young Albanact to flight, And lest he should triumph at my decay, This sword shall reave his master of his life, That oft hath saved his masters doubtful life: But oh my brethren if you care for me, Revenge my death upon his traitorous head. Et vos queis domus ect nigrantis regia ditis, Qui regitis rigido stigios mother a'mine lucos: Nox caeci regina poli furialis Erinys Diique de aeque omnes Albanum tollite regem Tollite fluminis undis rigidaque palude Nunc me fata vocant, hoc condam pectore ferrum.
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Iniurious fortune hast thou crost me thus? Thus in the morning of my victories, Thus in the prime of my felicitie To cut me off by such hard ouerthrow; Hadt thou no time thy rancor to declare, But in the spring of all my dignities? Hadst thou no place to spit thy venome out But on the person of yoong Albanact? I that ere while did scare mine enemies, And droue them almost to a shamefull flight, I that ere while full lion-like did fare Amongst the dangers of the thick throngd pikes, Must now depart most lamentably slaine By Humbers trecheries and fortunes spights: Curst be their charms, damned be her cursed charms That doth delude the waiward harts of men, Of men that trust vnto her fickle wheele, Which neuer leaueth turning vpside downe. O gods, O heauens, allot me but the place Where I may finde her hatefull mansion, Ile passe the Alpes to watry Mere, Where fierie hoebus in his charriot The wheels wherof are dect with Emeraldes, Cat such a heate, yea such a scorching heate, And spoileth Flora of her checquered grasse, Ile ouerrun the mountaine Cancusus, Where fell Chimaera in her triple shape Rolleth hot flames from out her monstrous panch, Scaring the beasts with issue of her gorge, Ile passe the frozen Zone where ysie flakes Stopping the passage of the fleeting shippes Do ie, like mountaines in the congeald sea, Where if I finde that hatefull house of hers, Ile pull the fickle wheele from out her hnds, And tie her selfe in euerlasting bands: But all in vaine I breath these threatnings, The day is lost, the Hunnes are conquerors, Doon is slaine, my men are done to death, The currents swift, swimme violently with blood And last, O that this last night so long last, My selfe with woundes past all recouery, Must leaue my crowne for Humber to possesse. Lord haue mercy vpon vs; masters I think this is a holie day, euerie man lies sleeping in the fields, but God knowes full sore against their wills. Flie noble Albanact and saue thy selfe, The Scithians follow with great celeritie, And ther's no way but fight, or speedie death, Flie noble Albanact and saue thy selfe. Nay let them flie that feare to die the death That tremble at the name of fatall mors, Neur shall proud Humber boast or brag himselfe That he hath put yoong Albanact to flight, And least he should triumph at my decay, This sword shall reaue his maister of his life, That oft hath sau'd his maisters doubtfull life: But oh my brethren if you care for me, Reuenge my dath vpon his traiterous head. Et vos queis domus ect nigrantis regia ditis, Qui regitis rigido stigios moder amine lucos: Nox caeci rgina poli furialis Erinnis Dique de aeque omnes Albanum olliteregem Tollit flumi vdis rigidaque palude Nunc me fata vocat, hoc condam pectore ferrum.