Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
My Lord, in ransacking the Scythian tents I found this Lady, and to manifest That earnest zeal I bear unto your grace, I here present her to your majesty. He lies my Lord, I found the Lady first, And here present her to your majesty. Presumptuous villain wilt thou take my prize? Nay rather thou deprivest me of my right. Resign thy title (caitiff) unto me, Or with my sword i'll pierce thy cowards loins. Soft words good sir, 'tis not enough to speak A barking dog doth seldom strangers bite. Unreverent villains, strive you in our sight? Take them hence jailor to the dungeon, There let them lie and try their quarrel out. But thou fair princess be no whit dismayed, But rather joy that Locrine favours thee. How can he favour me that slew my spouse? The chance of war (my love) took him from thee But Locrine was the causer of his death. He was an enemy to Locrine's state, And slew my noble brother Albanact. But he was linked to me in marriage bond, And would you have me love his slaughterer? Better to live, than not to live at all. Better to die renowned for chastity, Then live with shame and endless infamy. What would the common sort report of me, If I forget my love, and cleave to thee? Kings need not fear the vulgar sentences. But Ladies must regard their honest name. Is it a shame to live in marriage bonds? No, but to be a strumpet to a king. If thou wilt yield to Locrine's burning love, Thou shalt be queen of fair Albania. But Guendoline will undermine my state. Upon mine honour thou shalt have no harm. Then lo brave Locrine, Estrild yields to thee, And by the gods whom thou dost invocate, By the dead ghost of thy deceased sire, By thy right hand and by thy burning love, Take pity on poor Estrilds wretched thrall. Hath Locrine then forgot his Guendoline, That thus he courts the Scythians paramour? What are the words of Brute so soon forgot? Are my deserts so quickly out of mind? Have I been faithful to thy sire now dead, Have I protected thee from Humbers hands, And dost thou quite me with ungratitude? Is this the guerdon for my grievous wounds, Is this the honour for my labours passed? Now by my sword, Locrine I swear to thee, This injury of thine shall be repaid. Uncle, scorn you your royal sovereign, As if we stood for ciphers in the court? Upbraid you me with those your benefits? Why it was a subjects duty so to do. What you have done for our deceased sire, We know, and all know you have your reward. avaunt proud princox, brav'st thou me withal, Assure thyself though thou be Emperor Thou near shalt carry this unpunished. Pardon my brother noble Corineus, Pardon this once and it shall be amended. Cousin remember Brutus' latest words, How he desired you to cherish them, Let not this fault so much incense your mind. Which is not yet passed all remedy.
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My Lord, in ransacking the Scithian tents I found this Ladie, and to manifest That earnest zeale I beare vnto your grace, I here present her to your maiestie. He lies my Lord, I found the Ladie first, And here present her to your maiestie. Presumptuous villaine wilt thou take my prize? Nay rather thou depriuest me of my right. Resigne thy title (catiue) vnto me, Or with my sword ile pearce thy cowards loines. Soft words good sir, tis not inogh to speak A barking dog doth sildome strangers bite. Vnreuerent villains, striue you in our sight? Take them hence Iaylor to the dungeon, There let them lie and trie their quarrell out. But thou faire princesse be no whit dismayd, But rather ioy that Locrine fauours thee. How can he fauor me that slew my spouse? The chance of war (my loue) tooke him frō thee But Locrine was the causer of his death. He was an enemy to Locrines state, And slue my noble brother Albanact. But he was linckt to me in marriage bond, And would you haue me loue his slaughterer? Better to liue, then not to liue at all. Better to die renownd for chastitie, Then liue with shame and endlesse infamie. What would the common sort report of me, If I forget my loue, and cleaue to thee? Kings need not feare the vulgar sentences. But Ladies must regard their honest name. Is it a shame to liue in marriage bonds? No, but to be a strumpet to a king. If thou wilt yeeld to Locrines burning loue, Thou shalt be queene of faire Albania. But Gendoline will vndermine my state. Vpon mine honor thou shalt haue no harme. Then lo bre Locrine, Estrild yeelds to thee, And by the gods whom thou doest inuocate, By the dead ghoast of thy deceased sire, By thy right hand and by thy burning loue, Take pitie on poore Estrilds wretched thrall. Hath Locrine then forgot his Guendoline, That thus he courts the Scithians paramore? VVhat are the words of Brute so soone forgot? Are my deserts so quickly out of minde? Haue I bene faithfull to thy ire now dead, Haue I protected thee from Humbers hands, And doest thou quite me with vngratitude? Is this the guerdon for my greeuous wounds, Is this the honour for my labors past? Now by my sword, Locrine I sweare to thee, This iniury of thine shall be repaide. Vncle, scorne you your royall soueraigne, As if we stood for cyphers in the court? Vpbraid you me with those your benefits? Why it was a subiects dutie so to do. What you haue done for our deceased sire, We know, and all know you haue your reward. Auaunt proud princoxe, brau'st thou me withall, Assure thy self though thou be Emperor Thou nere shalt carry this vnpunished. Pardon my brother noble Corineus, Pardon this once and it shall be amended. Cousin remember Brutus latest words, How he desired you to cherish them, Let not this fault so much incense your minde. Which is not yet passed all remedie.