Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Sieur Iaques, this our happy meeting hides, Your friends and me, of care and grievous toil, For I that look into deserts of men, And see among the soldiers in this court, A noble forward mind, and judge thereof, Cannot but seek the means to raise them up: Who merit credit in the Commonweal. To this intent friend Iaque I have found A means to make you great, and well esteemed Both with the king, and with the best in Court: For I espy in you a valiant mind, Which makes me love, admire, and honour you: To this intent (if so your trust and faith, Your secrecy be equal with your force) I will impart a service to thyself, Which if thou dost effect, the King, myself, And what or he, and I with him can work, Shall be employed in what thou wilt desire. Me sweara by my ten bones, my signior, to be loyal to your Lordship's intents, affairs, ye my monsignieur, qui non fera ic pour. Yea pleasure? By my sworda me be no baby Lords. Then hoping one thy truth, I prithee see, How kind Ateukin is to forward me, Hold take this earnest penny of my love. And mark my words, the King by me requires, No slender service Iaques at thy hands. Thou must by privy practice make a way, The Queen fair Dorothea as she sleeps: Or how thou wilt, so she be done to death: Thou shalt not want promotion hear in Court. Stabba the woman, per ma foy, monsignieur, me thrusta my weapon into her bell, so me may be guard per le roy. Me de your service. But me no be hanged pur my labour. Thou shalt have warrant Iaques from the King, None shall outface, gainsay and wrong my friend. Do not I love thee Iaques? fear not then, I tell thee who so toucheth thee in aught, Shall injure me, I love, I tender thee: Thou art a subject fit to serve his grace, Iaques, I had a written warrant once, But that by great misfortune late is lost, Come wend we to S. Andrew's, where his grace Is now in progress, where he shall assure Thy safety, and confirm thee to the act. We will attend your nobleness. Thy credit Bartram in the Scottish Court, Thy reverend years, the strictness of thy vows, All these are means sufficient to persuade, But love the faithful link of loyal hearts, That hath possession of my constant mind, Exiles all dread, subdueth vain suspect, methinks no craft should harbour in that breast, Where Majesty and virtue is installed: methink my beauty should not cause my death. How gladly sovereign Princess would I err, And bind my shame to save your royal life: 'tis Princely in yourself to think the best, To hope his grace is guiltless of this crime, But if in due prevention you default, How blind are you that were forewarned before. Suspicion without cause deserveth blame.
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Sieur Iaques, this our happy meeting hides, Your friends and me, of care and greeuous to yle, For I that looke into deserts of men, And see among the souldiers in this court, A noble forward minde, and iudge thereof, Cannot but seeke the meanes to raise them vp: Who merrit credite in the Common-weale. To this intent friend Iaque I haue found A meanes to make you great, and well esteemd' Both with the king, and with the best in Court: For I espie in you a valiant minde, Which makes mee loue, admire, and honour you: To this intent (if so your trust and faith, Your secrecie be equall with your force) I will impart a seruice to thy selfe, Which if thou doest effect, the King, my selfe, And what or hee, and I with him can worke, Shall be imployd in what thou wilt desire. Me sweara by my ten bones, my singniar, to be loyal to your Lordships intents, affaires, ye my monsignieur, qui non fera ic pour. Yea pleasure? By my sworda me be no babie Lords. Then hoping one thy truth, I prithe see, How kinde Ateukin is to forward mee, Hold take this earnest pennie of my loue. And marke my words, the King by me requires, No slender seruice Iaques at thy hands. Thou must by priuie practise make a way, The Queene faire Dorethea as she sleepes: Or how thou wilt, so she be done to death: Thou shalt not want promotion heare in Court. Stabba the woman▪ per ma foy, monsignieur, me thrusta my weapon into her belle, so me may be gard per le roy. Mee de your seruice. But me no be hanged pur my labor. Thou shalt haue warrant Iaques from the King, None shall outface, gainsay and wrong my friend. Do not I loue thee Iaques? feare not then, I tell thee who so toucheth thee in ought, Shall iniure me, I loue, I tender thee: Thou art a subiect fit to serue his grace, Iaques, I had a written warrant once, But that by great misfortune late is lost, Come wend we to S. Andrewes, where his grace Is now in progresse, where he shall assure Thy safetie, and confirme thee to the act. We will attend your noblenesse. Thy credite Bartram in the Scottish Court,, Thy reuerend yeares, the stricknesse of thy vowes, All these are meanes sufficient to perswade, But loue the faithfull lincke of loyall hearts, That hath possession of my constant minde, Exiles all dread, subdueth vaine supect, Me thinks no craft should harbour in that brest, Where Maiestie and vertue is staled: Me thinke my beautie should not cause my death. How gladly soueraigne Princesse would I erre, And binde my shame to saue your royall life: Tis Princely in your selfe to thinke the best, To hope his grace is guiltlesse of this crime, But if in due preuent ionyou default, How blinde are you that were forwarnd before. Suspition without cause deserueth blame.