Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Not I, my Lord. My fear, and love of him Left me at once. illustrious lady! stay— I'll tell his lordship. Who is't, EUDEMUS? One of your lordship's servants, brings you word The Emperor hath sent for you. O! where is he? With your fair leave, dear Princess. I'll but ask A question, and return. Fortunate Princess! How are you blessed in the fruition Of this unequalled man, this soul of Rome, The empire's life, and voice of Caesar's world! So blessed, my EUDEMUS, as to know The bliss I have, with what I ought to owe The means that wrought it. How do 'I look today? Excellent clear, believe it. This same fucus Was well laid on. methinks, 'tis here not white. Lend me your scarlet, lady. 'Tis the sun Hath given some little taint unto the ceruse, You should have used of the white oil I gave you. Sejanus, for your love! his very name Commandeth above CUPID, or his shafts— Nay, now yo'haue made it worse. I'll help it straight.) And, but pronounced, is a sufficient charm Against all rumour; and of absolute power To satisfy for any lady's honour. What do you now, EUDEMUS? Make a light fucus, To touch you over withal.) Honoured Sejanus! What act (though ne'er so strange, and insolent) But that addition will at least bear out, If 't do not expiate? Here, good physician. I like this study to preserve the love Of such a man, that comes not every hour To greet the world. ('Tis now well, lady, you should Use of the dentifrice, I prescribed you, too, To clear your teeth, and the prepared pomatum, To smooth the skin:) A lady cannot be Too curious of her form, that still would hold The heart of such a person, made her captive, As you have his: who, to endear him more In your clear eye, hath put away his wife, The trouble of his bed, and your delights, Fair Apicata, and made spacious room To your new pleasures. have not we returned That, with our hate of Drusus, and discovery Of all his counsels? Yes, and wisely, lady, The ages that succeed, and stand far off To gaze at your high prudence, shall admire And reckon it an act, without your sex: It hath that rare appearance. Some will think Your fortune could not yield a deeper sound, Then mixed with Drusus; But, when they shall hear That, and the thunder of Sejanus meet, Sejanus, whose high name doth strike the stars, And rings about the concave, great Sejanus, Whose glories, style, and titles are himself, The often iterating of Sejanus: They then will lose their thoughts, and be ashamed To take acquaintance of them.
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Not I, my Lord. My feare, and loue of him Left me at once. Illustrous ladie! stay— I'le tell his lordship. Who is't, EVDEMVS? One of your lordships seruants, brings you word The Emp'rour hath sent for you. O! where is he? With your faire leaue, deare Princesse. I'le but aske A question, and returne. Fortunate Princesse! How are you blest in the fruition Of this vnequald man, this soule of Rome, The empires life, and voice of CAESARS world! So blessed, my EVDEMVS, as to know The blisse I haue, with what I ought to owe The meanes that wrought it. How do'I looke to day? Excellent cleere, beleeue it. This same fucus Was well laid on. Me thinkes, 'tis here not white. Lend me your scarlet, lady. 'Tis the sunne Hath giu'n some little taint vnto the ceruse, You should haue vs'd of the white oyle I gaue you. SEIANVS, for your loue! his very name Commandeth aboue CVPID, or his shafts— Nay, now yo'haue made it worse. I'le helpe it straight.) And, but pronounc'd, is a sufficient charme Against all rumour; and of absolute power To satisfie for any ladies honour. What doe you now, EVDEMVS? Make a light fucus, To touch you ore withall.) Honor'd SEIANVS! What act (though ne're so strange, and insolent) But that addition will at least beare out, If 't doe not expiate? Here, good physitian. I like this studie to preserue the loue Of such a man, that comes not euery houre To greet the world. ('Tis now well, ladie, you should Vse of the dentisrice, I prescrib'd you, too, To cleere your teeth, and the prepar'd pomatum, To smoothe the skin:) A lady cannot be Too curious of her forme, that still would hold The heart of such a person, made her captiue, As you haue his: who, to endeare him more In your cleere eye, hath put away his wife, The trouble of his bed, and your delights, Faire Apicata, and made spacious roome To your new pleasures. Haue not we return'd That, with our hate of DRVSVS, and discouerie Of all his councels? Yes, and wisely, lady, The ages that succeed, and stand far off To gaze at your high prudence, shall admire And reckon it an act, without your sexe: It hath that rare apparance. Some will thinke Your fortune could not yeeld a deeper sound, Then mixt with DRVSVS; But, when they shall heare That, and the thunder of SEIANVS meet, SEIANVS, whose high name doth strike the starres, And rings about the concaue, great SEIANVS, Whose glories, stile, and titles are himselfe, The often iterating of SEIANVS: They then will lose their thoughts, and be asham'd To take acquaintance of them.