Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Ah Douglas thou misconstruest his intent, He doth but tempt his wife, he tries my love: This injury pertains to me, not to you. The King is young, and if he step awry, He may amend, and I will love him still. should we disdain our vines because they sprout Before their time? or young men if they strain Beyond their reach? no vines that bloom and spread Do promise fruits, and young men that are wild, In age grow wise, my friends and Scottish Peers, If that an English Princess may prevail, Stay, stay with him, lo how my zealous prayer Is pled with tears, fie Peers will you hence? Madam 'tis virtue in your grace to plead, But we that see his vain untoward course, Cannot but fly the fire before it burn, And shun the Court before we see his fall. will you not stay? they Lordings fare you well. Though you forsake your King, the heavens I hope Will favour him through mine incessant prayer. Content you Madam, thus old Ovid sings. 'tis foolish to bewail recureless things. Peace Dwarf, these words my patience move. All tho you charm my speech, charm not my love Douglas how now? why changest thou thy cheer? My private troubles are so great my liege, As I must crave your licence for a while: For to intend mine own affairs at home. You may depart, but why is Morton sad? The like occasion doth import me too, So I desire your grace to give me leave. Well sir you may betake you to your ease, When such grim sirs are gone, I see no let To work my will. What like the Eagle then, With often flight wilt thou thy feathers lose? O King canst thou endure to see thy Court, Of finest wits and judgements dispossessed, Whilst cloaking craft with soothing climbs so high, As each bewails ambition is so bad? Thy father left thee with estate and Crown, A learned council to direct thy Court, These careless O King thou castest off, To entertain a train of sycophants: Thou well may'st see, although thou wilt not see, That every eye and ear both sees and hears The certain signs of thine incontinence: Thou art allied unto the English King, By marriage a happy friend indeed, If used well, if not a mighty foe. Thinketh your grace he can endure and brook, To have a partner in his daughter's love? Thinketh your grace the grudge of privy wrongs Will not procure him change his smiles to threats? Oh be not blind to good, call home your Lords, Displace these flattering Gnatoes, drive them hence: Love and with kindness take your wedlock wife. Or else (which God forbid) I fear a change, Sin cannot thrive in courts without a plague. Go pack thou too, unless thou mend thy talk: On pain of death proud Bishop get you gone, Unless you headless mean to hop away.
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Ah Douglas thou misconstrest his intent, He doth but tempt his wife, he tryees my loue: This iniurie pertaines to me, not to you. The King is young, and if he step awrie, He may amend, and I will loue him still. Shou'd we disdaine our vines becauso they sprout Before their time? or young men if they straine Beyōd their reach? no vines that bloome and spread Do promise fruites, and young men that are wilde, In age growe wise, my freendes and Scottish Peeres, If that an English Princesse may preuaile, Stay, stay with him, lo how my zealous prayer Is plead with teares, fie Peeres will you hence? Madam tis vertue in your grace to plead, But we that see his vaine vntoward course, Cannot but flie the fire before it burne, And shun the Court before we see his fall. Wil you not stay? they Lordings fare you well. Tho you forsake your King, the heauens I hope Will fauour him through mine incessant prayer. Content you Madam, thus old Ouid sings. Tis foolish to bewaile recurelesse things. Peace Dwarffe, these words my patience moue. All tho you charme my speech, charme not my loue Douglas how now? why changest thou thy cheere? My priuate troubles are so great my liege, As I must craue your licence for a while: For to intend mine owne affaires at home. You may depart, but why is Morton sad? The like occasion doth import me too, So I desire your grace to giue me leaue. Well sir you may betake you to your ease, When such grim syrs are gone, I see no let To worke my will. What like the Eagle then, With often flight wilt thou thy feathers loose? O King canst thou indure to see thy Court, Of finest wits and Iudgements dispossest, Whilst cloking craft with soothing climbes so high, As each bewailes ambition is so bad? Thy father left thee with estate and Crowne, A learned councell to direct thy Court, These carelessie O King thou castest off, To entertaine a traine of Sicophants: Thou well mai'st see, although thou wilt not see, That euery eye and eare both sees and heares The certaine signes of thine inconstinence: Thou art alyed vnto the English King, By marriage a happie friend indeed, If vsed well, if not a mightie foe. Thinketh your grace he can indure and brooke, To haue a partner in his daughters loue? Thinketh your grace the grudge of priuie wrongs Will not procure him chaunge his smiles to threats? Oh be not blinde to good, call home your Lordes, Displace these flattering Gnatoes, driue them hence: Loue and with kindnesse take your wedlocke wife. Or else (which God forbid) I feare a change, Sinne cannot thriue in courts without a plague. Go pack thou too, vnles thou mēd thy talk: On paine of death proud Bishop get you gone, Vnlesse you headlesse mean to hoppe away.