Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Then Locrine, lo I reconcile myself, But as thou lov'st thy life, so love thy wife: But if thou violate those promises, Blood and revenge shall light upon thy head. Come let us back to stately Troynovant, Where all these matters shall be settled. Millions of devils wait upon thy soul. Legion of spirits vex thy impious ghost. Ten thousand torments rack thy cursed bones. Let every thing that hath the use of breath, Be instruments and workers of thy death. What basilisk was hatched in this place, Where every thing consumed is to nought? What fearful Fury haunts these cursed groves, Where not a root is left for Humbers meat? Hath fell Allecto with envenomed blasts, Breathed forth poison in these tender plains? Hath triple Cerberus with contagious foam, sowed Aconitum 'mongst these withered herbs? Hath dreadful Fames with her charming rods Brought barrenness on every fruitful tree? What not a root, no fruit, no beast, no bird, To nourish Humber in this wilderness? What would you more you fiends of Erebus, My very entrails burn for want of drink, My bowels cry, Humber give us some meat, But wretched Humber can give you no meat, These foul accursed groves afford no meat. This fruitless soil, this ground brings forth no meat. The gods, hard hearted gods, yield me no meat. Then how can Humber give you any meat? How do you masters, how do you? how have you scaped hanging this long time? i'faith I have scaped many a scouring this year, but I thank God I have passed them all with a good couragio, couragio, & my wife & I are in great love and charity now, I thank my manhood & my strength, for I will tell you masters, upon a certain day at night I came home, to say the very truth, with my stomach full of wine, and ran up into the chamber where my wife soberly sat rocking my little baby, leaning her back against the bed, singing lullaby. Now when she saw me come with my nose foremost, thinking that I been drunk, as I was indeed, snatched up a faggot stick in her hand, and came furiously marching towards me with a big face, as though she would have eaten me at a bit; thundering out these words unto me. Thou drunken knave where hast thou been so long? I shall teach thee how to benight me another time; and so she began to play knaves trumps. Now although I trembled fearing she would set her ten commandments in my face, ran within her, and taking her lustily by the middle, I carried her valiantly to the bed, and flinging her upon it, flung myself upon her, and there I delighted her so with the sport I made, that ever after she would call me sweet husband, and so banished brawling for ever: and to see the good will of the wench, she bought with her portion a yard of land, and by that I am now become one of the richest men in our parish. Well masters what's o'clock, it is now breakfast time, you shall see what meat I have here for my breakfast.
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Then Locrine, loe I reconcile my selfe, But as thou lou'st thy life, so loue thy wife: But if thou violate those promises, Blood and reuenge shall light vpon thy head. Come let vs backe to stately Troinouant, Where all these matters shall be setteled. Millions of diuels wayt vpon thy soule. Legion of spirits vexe thy impious ghoast. Ten thousand torments rack thy cursed bones. Let euerie thing that hath the vse of breath, Be instruments and workers of thy death. What basiliskt was hatched in this place, Where euerie thing consumed is to nought? What fearefull Furie haunts these cursed groues Where not a roote is let for Humbers meate? Hath fell Alecto with inuenomed blasts, Breathed forth poyson in these tender plaines? Hath triple Cerberus with contagious fome, Sowde Aconitum mongst these withered hearbes? Hath dreadfull Fmes with her charming rods Brought barreinnesse on euery fruitfull tree? What not a roote, no frute, no beast, no bird, To nourish Humber in this wildernesse? What would you more you fiends of Erebus, My verie intralls burne for want of drinke, My bowels crie, Humber giue vs some meate, But wretched Humber can giue you no meate, These foule accursed groues affoord no meat. This fruitles soyle, this groūd brings forth no mea The gods, hard harted gods, yeeld me no meat. Then how can Humber giue you any meat? How do you maisters, how do you? how haue you scaped hanging this long time? yfaith I haue scapt many a scouring this yeare, but I thanke God I haue past them all with a good couragio, couragio, & my wife & I are in great loue and charitie now, I thank my manhood & my strength, for I wil tell you maisters, vpon a certain day at night I came home, to say the verie truth, with my stomacke full of wine, and ran vp into the chamber where my wife soberl sate rocking my little babie, leaning her back against the bed, singing lullabie. Now when she saw me come with my nose formost, thinking that I bin drunk, as I was indeed, snatcht vp a fagot stick in her hand, and came furiously marching towards me with a bigge face, s though shee would haue eaten mee at a bit; thundering out these words vnto me. Thou drunken knaue where hast thou bin so long? I shall teach thee how to benight mee an other time; and so shee began to play knaues trumps. Now althogh I trembled fearing she would set her ten commandements in my face, ran within her, and taking her lustily by the midle, I carried her valiantly to the bed, and flinging her vpon it, flung my selfe vpon her, and there I delighted her so with the sport I made, that euer after she wold call me sweet husband, and so banisht brawling for euer: and to see the good will of the wench, she bought with her portion a yard of land, and by that I am now become one of the richest mē in our parish. Well masters whats a clocke, it is now breakfast time, you shall see what meat I haue here for my breakfast.