Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
A woeful murder, and a bloody deed. Thinking our liege hath sought by many means For to appease his enemy by prayers, Nought will prevail unless he can restore, Fair Dorothea long supposed dead: To this intent he hath proclaimed late, That whosoever return the Queen to Court, Shall have a thousand Marks for his reward. He loves her then I see although enforced, That would bestow such gifts for to regain her: Why sit you sad, good sir be not dismayed. I'll lay my life this man would be a maid. fain would I show myself, and change my tire. Whereon divine you sir? Upon desire. Madam mark but my skill, i'll lay my life, My master here, will prove a married wife. Wilt thou bewray me Nano? Madam no: You are a man, and like a man you go. But I that am in speculation seen, Know you would change your state to be a Queen. Thou art not dwarf to learn thy mistress: mind. fain would I with thyself disclose my king, But yet I blush. What blush you Madam than, To be yourself, who are a feigned man? Let me alone. Deceitful beauty hast thou scorned me so? Nay muse not maiden, for she tells you true. Beauty bred love, and love hath bred my shame. And women's faces work more wrongs then these: Take comfort Madam to cure our disease. And yet he loves a man as well as you, Only this difference, she cannot fancy too. Blush, grieve, and die, in thine insatiate lust. Nay live and joy that thou hast won a friend, That loves thee as his life, by god desert. I joy my Lord more than my tongue can tell: Although not as I desired, I love you well: But modesty, that never blushed before, Discover my false heart. I say no more. Let me alone. Good Nano stay a while. Were I not sad, how kindly could I smile, To see how fain I am to leave this weed: And yet I faint to show myself indeed. But danger hates delay, I will be bold, Fair Lady I am not, suppose A man, but even that queen, more hapless I, Whom Scottish King appointed hath to die: I am the hapless Princess, for whose right, These kings in bloody wars revenge despite. I am that Dorothea whom they seek, Yours bounden for your kindness and relief: And since you are the means that save my life, yourself and I will to the Camp repair, Whereas your husband shall enjoy reward, And bring me to his highness once again. Pardon most gracious Princess, if you please, My rude discourse and homely entertain, And if my words may savour any worth, Vouchsafe my counsel in this weighty cause: Since that our liege hath so unkindly dealt: Give him no trust, return unto your sire, There may you safely live in spite of him.
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A wofull murther, and a bloodie deed. Thinking our liege hath sought by many meanes For to appease his enemie by prayers, Nought will preuaile vnlesse hee can restore, Faire Dorothea long supposed dead: To this intent he hath proclaimed late, That who so euer returne the Queene to Court, Shall haue a thousand Markes for his reward. He loues her then I see altho inforst, That would bestow such gifts for to regaine her: Why sit you sad, good sir be not dismaide. Ile lay my life this man would be a maide. Faine would I shewe my selfe, and change my tire. Whereon diuine you sir? Vppon desire. Madam marke but my skill, ile lay my life, My maister here, will prooue a married wife. Wilt thou bewray me Nano? Madam no▪ You are a man, and like a man you goe. But I that am in speculation seene, Know you would change your state to be a Queen. Thou art not dwarffe to learne thy mistresse▪ mind. Faine would I with thy selfe disclose my king, But yet I blush. What blush you Madam than, To be your selfe, who are a fayned man? Let me alone. Deceitfull beautie hast thou scornd me so? Nay muse not maiden, for she tels you true. Beautie bred loue, and loue hath bred my shame. And womens faces work more wrongs then these: Take comfort Madam to cure our disease. And yet he loues a man as well as you, Onely this difference, she cannot fancie too. Blush, greeue, and die, in thine infaciat lust. Nay liue and ioy that thou hast won a friend, That loues thee as his life, by god desert. I ioy my Lord more then my tongue can tell: Alhough not as I desir'd, I loue you well: But modestie, that neuer blusht before, Discouer my false heart. I say no more. Let me alone. Good Nano stay a while. Were I not sad, how kindlie could I smile, To see how faine I am to leaue this weede: And yet I faint to shewe my selfe indeede. But danger hates delay, I will be bold, Faire Ladie I am not, suppose A man, but euen that Qeene, more haplesse I, Whom Scottish King appointed hath to die: I am the haplesse Princesse, for whose right, These kings in bloudie warres reuenge dispight. I am that Dorothea whom they seeke, Yours bounden for your kindnesse and releefe: And since you are the meanes that saue my life, Your selfe and I will to the Camp repaire, Whereas your husband shal enioy reward, And bring me to his highnesse once againe. Pardon most gratious Princesse, if you please, My rude discourse and homelie entertaine, And if my words may sauour any worth, Vouchsafe my counsaile in this waightie cause: Since that our liege hath so vnkindly dealt: Giue him no trust, returne vnto your syre, There may you safelie liue in spight of him.