Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Why Prince it is no murder in a King, To end another's life to save his own, For you are not as common people be. Who die and perish with a few man's tears, But if you fail, the state doth whole default The Realm is rent in twain, in such a loss, And Aristotle holdeth this for true, Of evils needs we must choose the least, Then better were it, that a woman died, Than all the help of Scotland should be blent, 'tis policy my liege, in every state, To cut off members that disturb the head. And by corruption generation grows. And contraries maintain the world and state. Enough I am confirmed, Ateukin come, Rid me of love, and rid me of my grief, Drive thou the tyrant from this tainted breast, Then may I triumph in the height of joy, Go to mine Ida, tell her that I vow, To raise her head and make her honours great. Go to mine Ida, tell her that her hairs, shallbe embellished with orient pearls, And Crowns of sapphires compassing her brows, Shall wear with those sweet beauties of her eyes. Go to mine Ida, tell her that my soul Shall keep her semblance closed in my breast, And I in touching of her milk-white mould, Will think me deified in such a grace: I like no stay, go write and I will sign. Reward me Iaques, give him store of Crown. And sirrah Andrew, scout thou here in Court: And bring me tidings if thou canst perceive The least intent of muttering in my train, For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee, Shall suffer death. How much o mighty king, Is thy Ateukin bound to honour thee: Bow thee Andrew, bend thine sturdy knees, Seest thou not here thine only God on earth? Mes on est mon argent signor. Come follow me, his grave I see is made, That thus on sudden he hath left us here. Come Iaques, we will have our packet soon dispatched And you shall be my mate upon the way. Come vous plera Monsieur. Was never such a world I think before, When sinners seem to dance within a net, The flatterer and the murderer they grow big, By hook of crook promotion now is sought, In such a world where men are so missed, What should I do? but as the Proverb saith, Run with the Hare, and hunt with the Hound. To have two means, beseems a witty man: Now here in Court I may aspire and climb, By subtlety for my masters death. And if that fail, well fare another drift: I will in secret certain letters send Unto the English King, and let him know The order of his daughters over throw. That if my master crack his credit here, As I am sure long flattery cannot hold, I may have means within the English Court To scape the scourge that waits on bad advice.
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Why Prince it is no murther in a King▪ To end an others life to saue his owne, For you are not as common people bee. Who die and perish with a fewe mans teares, But if you faile, the state doth whole default The Realme is rent in twaine, in such alosse, And Aristotle holdeth this for true, Of euills needs we must chuse the least, Then better were it, that a woman died, Then all the helpe of Scotland should be blent, Tis pollicie my liege, in euerie state, To cut off members that disturbe the head. And by corruption generation growes. And contraries maintaine the world and state. Enough I am confirmed, Ateukin come, Rid me of loue, and rid me of my greefe, Driue thou the tyrant from this tainted brest▪ Then may I triumph in the height of ioy, Go to mine Ida, tell her that I vowe, To raise her head and make her honours great. Go to mine Ida, tell her that her haires, Salbe embollished with orient pearles, And Crownes of Saphyrs compassing her browes, Shall weare with those sweete beauties of her eyes. Go to mine Ida, tell her that my soule Shall keepe her semblance closed in my brest, And I in touching of her milke-white mould, Will thinke me deified in such a grace: I like no stay, go write and I will signe. Reward me Iaques, giue him store of Crowne. And sirrha Andrew, scout thou here in Court: And bring me tydings if thou canst perceiue The least intent of muttering in my traine, For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee, Shall suffer death. How much ô mightie king, Is thy Ateukin bound to honour thee: Bowe thee Andrew, bend thine sturdie knees, Seest thou not here thine onely God on earth? Mes on est mon argent Signior. Come follow me, his graue I see is made, That thus on suddain he hath left vs here. Come Iaques, we wil haue our packet soone dispatch▪ And you shall be my mate vpon the way. Come vous plera Monsieur. Was neuer such a world I thinke before, When sinners seeme to daunce within a net, The flatterer and the murtherer they grow big, By hooke of crooke promotion now is sought, In such a world where men are so missed, What should I do? but as the Prouerbe saith, Runne with the Hare, and hunt with the Hound. To haue two meanes, beseemes a wittie man: Now here in I may aspire and clime, By subtiltie for my maisters death. And if that faile, well fare an other drift: I will in secret certaine letters send Vnto the English King, and let him know The order of his daughters ouer throw. That if my maister crack his credit here, As I am sure long flattery cannot hold, I may haue meanes within the English Court To scape the scourge that waits on bad aduice.