Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Most gracious and imperial Majesty, A little flattery more were but too much, Villain what art thou that thus darest interrupt a PRINCE's secrets. Dread King, thy vassal is a man of Art, Who knows by constellation of the stars, By oppositions and by dry aspects, The things are past, and those that are to come. But where's thy warrant to approach my presence? My zeal and ruth to see your graces wrong, Makes me lament, I did detract so long. If thou know'st thoughts, tell me what mean I now? I'll calculate the cause of those your highness smiles, And tell your thoughts. But lest thou spend thy time in idleness, And miss the matter that my mind aims at, Tell me what star was opposite when that was thought? 'tis inconvenient mighty Potentate, Whose looks resembles Ioue in Majesty, To scorn the sooth of science with contempt, I see in those imperial looks of yours, The whole discourse of love, Saturn combust, With direful looks at your nativity: Beheld fair Venus in her silver orb, I know by certain exiomies I have read, Your grace's griefs, & further can express her name, That holds you thus in fancies bands. Thou talkest wonders. Nought but truth O King, 'tis Ida is the mistress of your heart, Whose youth must take impression of affects, For tender twigs will bow, and milder minds Will yield to fancy be they followed well. What god art thou composed in human shape, Or bold Trophonius to decide our doubts, How know'st thou this? even as I know the means, To work your grace's freedom and your love: Had I the mind as many Courtiers have, To creep into your bosom for your coin, And beg rewards for every cap and knee, I then would say, if that your grace would give This lease, this manor, or this patent sealed, For this or that I would effect your love: But Ateukin is no Parasite O Prince, I know your grace knows scholars are but poor, And therefore as I blush to beg a fee, Your mightiness is so magnificent You cannot choose but cast some gift apart, To ease my bashful need that cannot beg, As for your love, oh might I be employed, How faithfully would Ateukin compass it: But Princes rather trust a smoothing tongue, Than men of Art that can accept the time. Ateu. If so thy name, for so thou sayst, Thine Art appears in entrance of my love: And since I deem thy wisdom matched with truth, I will exalt thee, and thyself alone Shalt be the Agent to dissolve my grief. Sooth is, I love, and Ida is my love, But my new marriage nips me near, Ateukin: For Dorithea may not brook th'abuse.
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Most gratious and imperiall Maiestie, A little flattery more were but too much, Villaine what art thou that thus darest interrupt a Princes secrets. Dread King, thy vassall is a man of Art, Who knowes by constellation of the stars, By oppositions and by drie aspects, The things are past, and those that are to come. But where's thy warrant to approach my presence? My zeale and ruth to see your graces wrong, Makes me lament, I did detract so long. If thou knowst thoughts, tell me what mean I now▪ Ile calculate the cause of those your highnesse smiles, And tell your thoughts. But least thou spend thy time in idlenesse, And misse the matter that my mind aimes at, Tell me what star was opposite when that was thought? Tis inconuenient mightie Potentate, Whose lookes resembles Ioue in Maiestie, To scorne the sooth of science with contempt, I see in those imperiall lookes of yours, The whole discourse of loue, Saturn combust, With direfull lookes at your natiuitie: Beheld faire Venus in her siluer orbe, I know by certaine exiomies I haue read, Your graces griefs, & further can expresse her name, That holds you thus in fancies bands. Thou talkest wonders. Nought but truth O King, Tis Ida is the mistresse of your heart, Whose youth must take impression of affects, For tende twigs will bowe, and milder mindes Will yeeld to fancie be they followed well. What god art thou composde in humane shape, Or bold Trophonius to decide our doubts, How knowst thou this? Euen as I know the meanes, To worke your graces freedome and your loue: Had I the mind as many Courtiers haue, To creepe into your bosome for your coyne, And beg rewards for euery cap and knee, I then would say, if that your grace would giue This lease, this manor, or this patent seald, For this or that I would effect your loue: But Ateukin is no Parasite O Prince, I know your grace knowes schollers are but poore, And therefore as I blush to beg a fee, Your mightinesse is so magnificent You cannot chuse but cast some gift apart, To ease my bashfull need that cannot beg, As for your loue, oh might I be imployd, How faithfully would Ateukin compasse it: But Princes rather trust a smoothing tongue, Then men of Art that can accept the time. Ateu. If so thy name, for so thou saist, Thine Art appeares in entrance of my loue: And since I deeme thy wisedom matcht with truth, I will exalt thee, and thy selfe alone Shalt be the Agent to dissolue my griefe. Sooth is, I loue, and Ida is my loue, But my new mariage nips me neare, Ateukin: For Dorithea may not brooke th'abuse.