Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
But by your gracious favours grant me this, To swear upon your sword to do me right. See by my sword, and by a PRINCE's faith, In every lawful sort I am thine own. And by my Sceptre and the Scottish Crown, I am resolved to grant thee thy request. I see you trust me Princes who repose, The weight of such a war upon my will. Now mark my suit, a tender lions whelp, This other day came straggling in the woods, Attended by a young and tender hind, In courage haughty, yet tired like a lamb, The Prince of beasts had left this young in keep, To foster up as lovemate and compear, Unto the lions mate a neighbour friend, This stately guide seduced by the fox, Sent forth an eager Wolf bred up in France, That gripped the tender whelp, and wounded it. By chance as I was hunting in the woods, I heard the moan the hind made for the whelp, I took them both, and brought them to my house, With chary care I have recured the one, And since I know the lions are at strife, About the loss and damage of the young, I bring her home, make claim to her who list. I am the whelp, bred by this Lion up, This royal English king my happy sire, Poor Nano is the hind that tended me: My father Scottish king, gave me to thee: A hapless wife, thou quite misled by youth, Haste sought sinister loves and foreign joys, The fox Ateukin, cursed Parasite, Incensed your grace to send the wolf abroad, The French borne Iaques, for to end my days, He traitorous man, pursued me in the woods, And left me wounded, where this noble knight, Both rescued me and mine, and saved my life. Now keep thy promise, Dorothea lives: Give Anderson his due and just reward: And since you kings, your wars began by me, Since I am safe, return surcease your fight. Durst I presume to look upon those eyes, Which I have tired with a world of woes, Or did I think submission were enough, Or sighs might make an entrance to my soul: You heavens, you know how willing I would weep: You heavens can tell, how glad I would submit: You heavens can say, how firmly I would sigh. Shame me not Prince, companion in thy bed, Youth hath misled: tut but a little fault, 'tis kingly to amend what is amiss: Might I with twice as many pains as these, Unite our hearts, then should my wedded Lord, See how incessant labours I would take. My gracious father govern your affects, Give me that hand, that oft hath blessed this head, And clasp thine arms, that have embraced this, About the shoulders of my wedded spouse: Ah mighty Prince, this king and I am one, Spoil thou his subjects, thou despoilest me: Touch thou his breast, thou dost attaint this heart, Oh be my father then in loving him.
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But by your gratious fauours grant me this, To sweare vpon your sword to do me right. See by my sword, and by a Princes faith, In euery lawfull sort I am thine owne. And by my Scepter and the Scottish Crowne, I am resolu'd to grant thee thy request. I see you trust me Princes who repose, The waight of such a warre vpon my will. Now marke my sute, a tender Lyons whelpe, This other day came stragling in the woods, Attended by a young and tender hinde, In courage hautie, yet tyred like a lambe, The Prince of beasts had left this young in keepe, To foster vp as louemate and compeere, Vnto the Lyons mate a naibour friend, This stately guide seduced by the fox, Sent forth an eger Woolfe bred vp in France, That gript the tender whelp, and wounded it. By chance as I was hunting in the woods, I heard the moane the hinde made for the whelpe, I tooke them both, and brought them to my house, With charie care I haue curde the one, And since I know the lyons are at strife, About the losse and dammage of the young, I bring her home, make claime to her who list. I am the whelpe, bred by this Lyon vp, This royall English king my happy sire, Poore Nano is the hinde that tended me: My father Scottish king▪ gaue me to thee: A haplesse wife, thou quite misled by youth, Haste sought sinister loues and forraine ioyes, The fox Ateukin, cursed Parasite, Incenst your grace to send the woolfe abroad, The French borne Iaques, for to end my daies, Hee traiterous man, pursued me in the woods, And left mee wounded, where this noble knight, Both rescued me and mine, and sau'd my life. Now keep thy promise, Dorothea liues: Giue Anderson his due and iust reward: And since you kings, your warres began by me, Since I am safe, returne surcease your fight. Durst I presume to looke vpon those eies, Which I haue tired with a world of woes, Or did I thinke submission were ynough, Or sighes might make an entrance to my soule: You heauens, you know how willing I wold weep: You heauens can tell, how glad I would submit: You heauens can say, how firmly I would sigh. Shame me not Prince, companion in thy bed, Youth hath misled: tut but a little fault, Tis kingly to amend what is amisse: Might I with twise as many paines as these, Vnite our hearts, then should my wedded Lord, See how incessaunt labours I would take. My gracious father gouerne your affects, Giue me that hand, that oft hath blest this head, And claspe thine armes, that haue embraced this, About the shoulders of my wedded spouse: Ah mightie Prince, this king and I am one, Spoyle thou his subiects, thou despoy lest me: Touch thou his brest, thou doest attaint this heart, Oh bee my father then in louing him.