Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
So these sad motions makes the fair sleep, And sleep he shall in quiet and content, For it would make a maybell melt and weep To see these treasons 'gainst the innocent: But since she scapes by flight to save her life, The king may chance repent she was his wife: The rest is ruthful, yet to beguiled the time, 'tis interlaced with merriment and rhyme. Say Gentlemen, where may we find the king? even here at hand on hunting. And at this hour he taken hath a stand, To kill a deer. A pleasant work in hand, Follow your sport, and we will seek his grace. When such him seek, it is a woeful case. Lord Eustace, as your youth & virtuous life, Deserves a fair, more fair and richer wife, So since I am a mother, and do wit What wedlock is, and that which longs to it, Before I mean my daughter to bestow, 'twere meet that she and I your state did know. madam if I consider Ida's worth, I know my portions merit none so fair, And yet I hold in farm and yearly rent, A thousand pound, which may her state content. But what estate my Lord shall she possess? All that is mine, grave Countess & no less. But Ida will you love? I cannot hate. But will you wed? 'tis Greek to me my Lord, I'll wish you well, and thereon take my word. Shall I some sign of favour then receive? ay, if her Ladyship will give me leave. Do what thou wilt. Then noble English Peer, Accept this ring, wherein my heart is set, A constant heart, with burning flames befret: But under written this: O morte dura: Hereon when so you look with eyes Pura, The maid you fancy most will favour you. I'll try this heart, in hope to find it true. Widow Countess well ymet, Ever may thy joys be many, Gentle Ida fair beset, Fair and wise, not fairer any: Frolic Huntsmen of the game, Wills you well, and gives you greeting. Thanks good Woodman for the same, And our sport and merry meeting. Unto thee we do present, Silver heart with arrow wounded. This doth shadow my lament, Both fear and love confounded. To the mother of the maid, Fair as th' lilies, red as roses, Even so many goods are said, As herself in heart supposes. What are you friends, that thus doth wish us well? Your neighbours nigh, that have on hunting been, Who understanding of your walking forth, Prepare this train to entertain you with, This Lady Douglas, this Sir Egmond is. Welcome ye Ladies, and thousand thanks for this, Come enter you a homely widows house, And if mine entertainment please you let us feast. A lovely lady never wants a guest.
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So these sad motions makes the faire sleepe, And sleep hee shall in quiet and content, For it would make a mabell melt and weepe To see these treasons gainst the innocent: But since shee scapes by flight to saue her life, The king may chance repent she was his wife: The rest is ruthfull, yet to beguilde the time, Tis interlast with merriment and rime. Say Gentlemen, where may wee finde the king? Euen heere at hand on hunting. And at this houre hee taken hath a stand, To kill a Deere. A pleasant worke in hand, Follow your sport, and we will seeke his grace. When such him seeke, it is a wofull case. Lord Eustace, as your youth & vertuous life, Deserues a faire, more faire and richer wife, So since I am a mother, and do wit What wedlocke is, and that which longs to it, Before I meane my daughter to bestow, Twere meete that she and I your state did know. Madame if I consider Idas woorth, I know my portions merrit none so faire, And yet I hold in farme and yearly rent, A thousand pound, which may her state content. But what estate my Lord shall she possesse? All that is mine, graue Countesse & no lesse. But Ida will you loue? I cannot hate. But will you wedde? Tis Greeke to mee my Lord, Ile wish you well, and thereon take my word. Shall I some signe of fauour then receiue? I, if her Ladiship will giue me leaue. Do what thou wilt. Then noble English Peere, Accept this ring, wherein my heart is set, A constant heart, with burning flames befret: But vnder written this: O morte dura: Heereon when so you looke with eyes Pura, The maide you fancie most will fauour you. Ile trie this heart, in hope to finde it true. Widdowe Countesse well ymet, Euer may thy ioyes bee many, Gentle Ida faire beset, Faire and wise, not fairer any: Frolike Huntsmen of the game, Willes you well, and giues you greeting. Thanks good Woodman for the same, And our sport and merrie meeting. Vnto thee we do present, Siluer heart with arrow wounded. This doth shadow my lament, Both feare and loue confounded. To the mother of the mayde, Faire as th' lillies, red as roses, Euen so many goods are saide, As her selfe in heart supposes. What are you friends, that thus doth wish vs wel? Your neighbours nigh, that haue on hunting beene, Who vnderstanding of your walking foorth, Prepare this traine to entertaine you with, This Ladie Douglas, this Sir Egmond is. Welcome ye Ladies, and thousand thanks for this, Come enter you a homely widdowes house, And if mine entertainment please you let vs feast. A louely ladie neuer wants a guest.