Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Frolic Ieronimo, thou art now confirmed, martial of Spain, by all the dews And customary rights unto thy office. My knee sings thanks unto your highness bounty, Come hither boy Horatio; fold thy joints; Kneel by thy father's loins, and thank my liege, by honouring me, thy Mother, and thyself, with this high staff of office. O my liege I have a heart thrice stronger than my years, and that shall answer gratefully for me. Let not my youthful blush impair my valour, If ever you have foes, or red field scars, I'll empty all my veins to serve your wars: I'll bleed for you: and more, what speech affords, i'll speak in drops when I do fail in words. well spoke my boy, and on thy father's side. My liege how like you Don Horatio's spirit, what, doth it not promise fair, ay, and no doubt his merit will purchase more, Knight Marshall rise, and still rise Higher, and greater in thy sovereign's eyes. O fortunate hour, blessed minute, happy day, Able to ravish even my sense away; Now I remember too: O sweet remembrance, This day my years strike fifty, and in Rome, They call the fifty year the year of jubilee, The merry year, the peaceful year, jocund year, A year of joy, of pleasure and delight, This shallbe my year of jubilee, for 'tis my fifty. Age ushers honour, 'tis no shame, confess; Beard, thou art fifty full, not a hair less. How now, what news from spain, tribute returned. Tribute in words my liege, but not in coin. Ha: dare he still procrastinate with Spain, Not tribute paid, not three years paid, 'tis not at his coin But his slack homage, that we most repine. My liege, if my opinion might stand firm Within your highness thoughts: Marshall, our kingdom calls thee father: Therefore speak free▪ Thy counsel i'll embrace, as I do thee. I thank your highness: than my Gracious liege, I hold it meet by way of Embassage, To demand his mind, and the neglect of tribute: But my liege here must be kind words, Which doth oft besiege the ears of rough hewn tyrants more than blows. Oh, a politic speech beguiles the ears of foes, Mary my liege mistake me not I pray, If friendly phrases, honeyed speech, bewitching accent, Well tuned melody, and all sweet gifts of nature, Cannot avail or win him to it, Then let him raise his gall up to his tongue, And be as bitter as physicians drugs, Stretch his mouth wider, with big swollen phrases: Oh here's a Lad of mettle, stout Don Andrea, Mettle to the crown Would shake the kings high court three handfuls down. And well picked out knight Marshall, Speech well strung, I'd rather choose Horatio, were he not so young. I humbly thank your highness, In placing me next unto his royal bosom.
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Frolick Ieronimo, thou art now confirmd, Marshall of Spaine, by all the dewes And customary rights vnto thy office. My knee sings thanks vnto your highnes bountie, Come hether boy Horatio; fould thy ioynts; Kneele by thy fathers loynes, and thank my leedge, by honering me, thy Mother, and thy selfe, with this high staffe of office. O my léedge I haue a hart thrice stronger then my years▪ and that shall answere gratefully for me. Let not my youthfull blush impare my vallor, If euer you haue foes, or red field scars, Ile empty all my vaines to serue your wars: Ile bleed for you: and more, what speech afords, ile speake in drops when I do faile in words. UUell spoke my boy, and on thy fathers side. My leedge how like you Don Horatios sperit, what, doth it not promise faire, I, and no doubt his merit will purchase more, Knight Marshall rise, and still rise Higher, and greater in thy Soueraines eies. O fortunate houre, blessed mynuit, happy day, Able to rauish euen my sence away; Now I remember too: O swéet rememberance, This day my years strike fiftie, and in Rome, They call the fifty year the year of Iubily, The mery yeare, the peacefull yéere, Iocond yeare, A yéere of ioy, of pleasure and delight, This shalbe my yeare of Iubily, for tis my fifty. Age vshers honor, tis no shame, confesse; Beard, thou art fifty full, not a haire lesse. How now, what news from spain, tribute returnd. Tribute in words my leedge, but not in coine. Ha: dare he still procrastinate with Spaine, Not tribute paied, not thrée years payed, Tis not at his coine But his slack homage, that we most repine. My léedge, if my opinion might stand firme Within your highnes thoughts: Marshall, our kingdome calles thée father: Therefore speake free▪ Thy counsell ile imbrace, as I do thée. I thanke your highnes: then my Gracious léedge, I hold it méete by way of Embassage, To demaund his mind, and the nectlect of tribute: But my léedge heere must be kind words, Which doth oft besiedge the eares of rough Heawn tyrants more then blowes. Oh, a polyticke speech beguiles the eares of foes, Mary my léedge mistake me not I pray, If friendly phraises, honied spéech, bewitching accent, Well tuned mellody, and all swéet guifts of nature, Cannot auaile or win him to it, Then let him raise his gall vp to his toong, And be as bitter as physitions drugs, Stretch his mouth wider, with big swolne phrases: Oh héeres a Lad of mettle, stout Don Andrea, Mettle to the crowne Would shake the kings hie court thrée handfuls downe. And well pickt out knight Marshall, Spéech well strung, Ide rather choose Horatio ▪ were he not so young. I humbly thanke your highnes, In placing me next vnto his royall bosome.