Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Though I be young and of a tender age, Yet will I cope with Locrine when he dares. My noble father with his conquering sword, Slew the two giants kings of Aquitaine. Thrasimachus is not so degenerate That he should fear and tremble at the looks Or taunting words of a venerean squire. Menacest thou thy royal sovereign, uncivil, not beseeming such as you. Injurious traitor (for he is no less That at defiance standeth with his king) Leave these thy taunts, leave these thy bragging words, Unless thou mean to leave thy wretched life. If princes stain their glorious dignity With ugly spots of monstrous infamy, They lose their former estimation, And throw themselves into a hell of hate. Wilt thou abuse my gentle patience, As though thou didst our high displeasure scorn? Proud boy, that thou mayst know thy prince is moved, Yea greatly moved at this thy swelling pride, We banish thee for ever from our court. Then lozel Locrine, look unto thyself, Thrasimachus will venge this injury. Farewell proud boy, and learn to use thy tongue. Alas my Lord, you should have called to mind The latest words that Brutus spoke to you, How he desired you by the obedience That children ought to bear unto their sire, To love and favour Lady Guendoline, Consider this, that if the injury Do move her mind, as certainly it will, War and dissension follows speedily. What though her power be not so great as yours, Have you not seen a mighty elephant Slain by the biting of a silly mouse? even so the chance of war inconstant is. Peace uncle peace, and cease to talk hereof, For he that seeks by whispering this or that, To trouble Locrine in his sweetest life, Let him persuade himself to die the death. O say me Page, tell me where is the king, Wherefore doth he send for me to the court, Is it to die, is it to end my life, Say me sweet boy, tell me and do not feign? No trust me madame, if you will credit the little honesty that is yet left me, there is no such danger as you fear, but prepare yourself, yonder's the king. Then Estrild lift thy dazzled spirits up, And bless that blessed time, that day, that hour, That warlike Locrine first did favour thee. Peace to the king of Brittany my love, Peace to all those that love and favour him. Doth Estrild fall with such submission Before her servant king of Albion? Arise fair Lady, leave this lowly cheer, Lift up those looks that cherish Locrine's heart, That I may freely view that roseal face, Which so entangled hath my lovesick breast, Now to the court where we will court it out, And pass the night and day in Venus' sports. Frolic brave peers, be joyful with your king.
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Though I be yoong and of a tender age, Yet will I cope with Locrine when he dares. My noble father with his conquering sword, Slew the two giants kings of Aquitaine. Thrasimachus is not so degenerate That he should feare and tremble at the lookes Or taunting words of a venerian squire. Menacest thou thy roiall soueraigne, Vnciuill, not beseeming such as you. Iniurious traitor (for he is no lesse That at defiance standeth with his king) Leaue these thy tauntes, leaue these thy bragging words, Vnlesse thou meane to leaue thy wretched life. If princes staine their glorious dignitie With ougly spots of monstrous infamie, They leese their former estimation, And throw themselues into a hell of hate. Wilt thou abuse my gentle patience, As though thou didst our high displeasure scorne? Proud boy, y• thou maist know thy prince is mou'd, Yea greatly mou'd at this thy swelling pride, We banish thee for euer from our court. Then osell Locrine, looke vnto thy selfe, Thrasimachus will venge this iniurie. Farwel proud boy, and learn to vse thy toong. Alas my Lord, you shuld haue cald to mind The latest words that Brutus spake to you, How he desirde you by the obedience That children ought to beare vnto their sire To loue and fauour Ladie Guendoline, Consider this, that if the iniurie Do mooue her mind, as certainly it will, Warre and dissention followes speedely. What though her power be not so great as yours, Haue you not seene a mightie elephant Slaine by the biting of a illy mouse? Euen so the chance of warre inconstant is. Peace vncle peace, and cease to talke hereof, For he that seekes by whispering this or that, To trouble Locrine in his sweetest life, Let him perswade himselfe to die the death. O say me Page, tell me where is the king, Wherefore doth he send for me to the court, Is it to die, is it to end my life, Say me sweete boy, tell me and do not faine? No trust me madame, if you will credit the litle honestie that is yet let me, there is no such danger as you feare, but prepare your selfe, yonders the king. Then Estrild lift thy dazled spirits vp, And blesse that blessed time, that day, that houre, That warlike Locrine first did fauour thee. Peace to the king of Brittany my loue, Peace to all those that loue and fauour him. Doth Estrild fall with such submission Before her seruant king of Albion? Arise faire Ladie, leaue this lowly cheare, Lift vp those lookes that cherish Lcrines heart, That I may freely view that rosall face, Which so intangled hath my louesick brest, Now to the court where we will court it out, And passe the night and day in Venus sports. Frollick braue peeres, be ioyfull with your king.