Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Alas my Lord, the horse will run amain whenas the spur doth gall him to the bone, jealousy Locrine hath a wicked sting. sayst thou so Estrild, beauty's paragon? Well we will try her choler to the proof, And make her know Locrine can brook no braves. March on Assaracus, thou must lead the way, And bring us to their proud pavilion. Behold the circuit of the azure sky, Throws forth sad throbs, and grievous suspires, Prejudicating Locrine's overthrow, The fire casteth forth sharp darts of flames, The great foundation of the triple world, Trembleth and quaketh with a mighty noise, Presaging bloody massacres at hand. The wandering birds that flutter in the dark, When hellish night in cloudy chariot seated, Casteth her mists on shady Tellus face, With sable mantles covering all the earth, Now flies abroad amid the cheerful day, Foretelling some unwonted misery. The snarling curs of darkened Tartarus, Sent from Auernus ponds by Radamanth, With howling ditties pester every wood, The watery ladies and the light foot fawns, And all the rabble of the woody Nymphs, All trembling hide themselves in shady groves, And shroud themselves in hideous hollow pits. The boisterous Boreas thundereth forth revenge. The stony rocks cry out on sharp revenge. The thorny bush pronounceth dire revenge. Now Corineus stay and see revenge, And feed thy soul with Locrine's overthrow. Behold they come, the trumpets call them forth. The roaring drums summon the soldiers. Lo where their army glistereth on the plains, Throw forth thy lightning mighty Iupiter, And power thy plagues on cursed Locrine's head. What is the tiger started from his cave? Is Guendoline come from Cornubia, That thus she braveth Locrine to the teeth? And hast thou found thine armour pretty boy, Accompanied with these thy straggling mates? Believe me but this enterprise was bold, And well deserveth commendation. I Locrine, traitorous Locrine we are come, With full pretence to seek thine overthrow, What have I done that thou shouldst scorn me thus? What have I said that thou shouldst me reject? Have I been disobedient to thy words? Have I bewrayed thy Arcane secrecy? Have I dishonoured thy marriage bed With filthy crimes, or with lascivious lusts? Nay it is thou that hast dishonoured it, Thy filthy mind o'ercome with filthy lusts, yieldeth unto affections filthy darts. Unkind, thou wrong'st thy first and truest fear, Unkind, thou wrong'st thy best and dearest friend. Unkind, thou scorn'st all skilful Brutus' laws, Forgetting father, uncle, and thyself. Believe me Locrine but the girl is wise, And well would seem to make a vestal Nun, How finely frames she her oration. Locrine we came not here to fight with words Words that can never win the victory, But for you are so merry in your frumps, unsheath your swords, and try it out by force, That we may see who hath the better hand.
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Alas my Lord, the horse wil runne amaine When as the spurre doth gall him to the bone, Iealousie Locrine hath a wicked sting. Saist thou so Estrild, beauties paragon? Well we will trie her chollor to the proofe, And make her know Locrine can brooke no braues. March on Assarachus, thou must lead the way, And bring vs to their proud pauillion. Behold the circuit of the azure sky, Throwes forth sad throbs, and grieuous suspirs, Preiudicating Locrines ouerthrow, The fire casteth forth sharpe dartes of flames, The great foundation of the triple world, Trembleth and quaketh with a mightie noise, Presaging bloodie massacres at hand. The wandring birds that flutter in the darke, When hellish night in cloudie charriot seaed, Casteth her mists on shadie Tellus face, VVith sable mantels couering all the earth, Now flies abroad amid the cheerfull day, Foretelling some vnwonted miserie. The snarling curres of darkened Tartarus, Sent from Auernus ponds by Radamanth, VVith howling ditties pester euerie wood, The watrie ladies and the light foote fawnes, And all the rabble of the wooddie Nymphs, All trembling hide themselues in shadie groues, And shrowd themselues in hideous hollow pitts. The boysterous Boreas thundreth forth reuenge. The stonie rocks crie out on sharpe reuenge. The thornie bush pronounceth dire reuenge. Now Corineus staie and see reuenge, And feede thy soule with Locrines ouerthrow. Behold they come, the trumpets call them foorth. The roaring drummes summon the souldiers. Loe where their army glistereh on the plaines, Throw forth thy lightning mightie Iupiter, And powre thy plagues on cursed Locrines head. VVhat is the tigre started from his caue? Is Guendoline come from Cornubia, That thus she braueth Locrine to the teeth? And hast thou found thine armour prettie boy, Accompanied with these thy stragling mates? Beleeue me but this enterprise was bold, And well deserueth commendation. I Locrine, traiterous Locrine we are come, With full pretence to seeke thine ouerthrow, What haue I don that thou shouldst scorn me thus? What haue I said that thou shouldst me reiect? Haue I bene disobedient to thy words? Haue I bewrayd thy Arcane secrecie? Haue I dishonoured thy marriage bed With filthie crimes, or with lasciuious lusts? Nay it is thou that hast dishonoured it, Thy filthie minde orecome with filthie lusts, Yeeldeth vnto affections filthie darts. Vnkind, thou wrongst thy first and truest feer, Vnkind, thou wrongst thy best and dearest friend Vnkind, thou scornst all skilfull Brutus lawes, Forgetting father, vncle, and thy selfe. Beleeue me Locrine but the girle is wise, And well would seeme to make a vastall Nunne, How finely frames she her oration. Locrin we came not here to fight with words Words that can neuer winne the victorie, But for you are so merie in your rumpes, Vnsheath your swords, and trie it out by force, That we may see who hath the better hand.