Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Then lovely Doll, and all that favour me, Attend to see our English friends at sea, Let all their charge depend upon my purse: They are our neighbours, by whose kind accord, We dare attempt the proudest Potentate. Only fair Countess, and your daughter stay, With you I have some other thing to say. So let them triumph that have cause to joy, But wretched King, thy nuptial knot is death: Thy Bride the breeder of thy country's ill, For thy false heart dissenting from thy hand, Misled by love, hast made another choice, Another choice, even when thou vowedst thy soul To Dorithea, England's choicest pride, O then thy wandering eyes bewitched thy heart, Even in the Chapel did thy fancy change, When perjured man, though fair Doll had thy hand, The Scottish Ida's beauty stale thy heart: Yet fear and love hath tied thy ready tongue From blabbing forth the passions of thy mind, Lest fearful silence have in subtle looks Bewrayed the treason of my new vowed love, Be fair and lovely Doll, but here's the prize That lodgeth here, and entered through mine eyes, Yet howsoe'er I love, I must be wise. Now lovely Countess, what reward or grace, May I employ on you for this your zeal, And humble honours done us in our Court, In entertainment of the English King. It was of duty Prince that I have done: And what in favour may content me most, Is, that it please your grace to give me leave, For to return unto my Country home. But lovely Ida is your mind the same? I count of Court my Lord, as wise men do, 'tis fit for those that knows what longs thereto: Each person to his place, the wise to Art, The Cobbler to his clout, the Swain to Cart. But Ida you are fair, and beauty shines, And seemeth best, where pomp her pride refines. If beauty (as I know there's none in me) Were sworn my love, and I his life should be: The farther from the Court I were removed, The more I think of heaven I were beloved. And why? Because the Court is counted Venus' net, Where gifts and vows for stales are often set, None, be she chaste as Vesta, but shall meet A curious tongue to charm her ears with sweet. Why Ida then I see you set at nought, The force of love. In sooth this is my thought most gracious king, That they that little prove Are mickle blessed, from bitter sweets of love: And we'll I wot, I heard a shepherd sing, That like a Bee, Love hath a little sting: He lurks in flowers, he percheth on the trees, He on king's pillows, bends his pretty knees: The Boy is blind, but when he will not spy, He hath a leaden foot, and wings to fly: Beshrew me yet, for all these strange effects, If I would like the Lad, that so infects.
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Then louely Doll, and all that fauor me, Attend to see our English friends at sea, Let all their charge depend vpon my purse: They are our neighbors, by whose kind accord, We dare attempt the proudest Potentate. Onely faire Countesse, and your daughter stay, With you I haue some other thing to say. So let them tryumph that haue cause to ioy, But wretched King, thy nuptiall knot is death: Thy Bride the breeder of thy Countries ill, For thy false heart dissenting from thy hand, Misled by loue, hast made another choyce, Another choyce, euen when thou vowdst thy soule To Dorithea, Englands choysest pride, O then thy wandring eyes bewitcht thy heart▪ Euen in the Chappell did thy fancie change, When periur'd man, though faire Doll had thy hand, The Scottish Idaes bewtie stale thy heart: Yet feare and loue hath tyde thy readie tongue From blabbing forth the passions of thy minde, Lest fearefull silence haue in suttle lookes Bewrayd the treason of my new vowd loue, Be faire and louely Doll, but here's the prize That lodgeth here, and entred through mine eyes, Yet how so ere I loue, I must be wise. Now louely Countesse, what reward or grace, May I imploy on you for this your zeale, And humble honors done vs in our Court, In entertainment of the English King. It was of dutie Prince that I haue done: And what in fauour may content me most, Is, that it please your grace to giue me leaue, For to returne vnto my Countrey home. But louely Ida is your mind the same? I count of Court my Lord, as wise men do, Tis fit for those that knowes what longs thereto: Each person to his place, the wise to Art, The Cobler to his clout, the Swaine to Cart. But Ida you are faire, and bewtie shines, And seemeth best, where pomp her pride refines. If bewtie (as I know there's none in me) Were sworne my loue, and I his life should be: The farther from the Court I were remoued, The more I thinke of heauen I were beloued. And why? Because the Court is counted Venus net, Where gifts and vowes for stales are often set, None, be she chaste as Vesta, but shall meete A curious toong to charme her eares with sweet. Why Ida then I see you set at naught, The force of loue. In sooth this is my thoght most gratious king, That they that little proue Are mickle blest, from bitter sweets of loue: And weele I wot, I heard a shepheard sing, That like a Bee, Loue hath a little sting: He lurkes in flowres, he pearcheth on the trees, He on Kings pillowes, bends his prettie knees: The Boy is blinde, but when he will not spie, He hath a leaden foote, and wings to flie: Beshrow me yet, for all these strange effects, If I would like the Lad, that so infects.