Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
I have heard of your honour, gentle breast, I do not like it now so well methinks. What, not to have honour bestowed on me. O yes: But not a wandering honour dear, I could afford well didst thou stay here, Could honour melt itself into thy veins, And thou the fountain, I could wish it so, If thou wouldst remain here with me: and not go. 'tis but to Portugal. But to demand the tribute Lady. Tribute, alas that Spain, cannot of peace Forbear, a little coin, the Indies being so near, And yet this is not all: I know you are to hot, to full of spleen or an ambassador, And will lean much to honour. Push. Nay hear me dear I know you will be rough And violent, and portingale hath a tempestus son, Stamped with the mark of fury, and you too. Sweet Bellimperia. we'll meet like thunder, each imperious over others' spleen, you have both proud spirits, and both will strive to aspire, when two vexed Clouds justle they strike Out fire, and you I fear me war, which peace forfend, O dear andrea pray, let's have no wars, First let them pay the soldiers, that were maimed In the last battle, ere more wretches fall, Or walk on stilts to timeless Funeral. Respective dear, O my life's happiness, the joy of all my being, do not shape Frightful conceit beyond the intent of act, I know thy love is vigilant o'er my blood, And fears ill fate which heaven hath yet withstood, But be of comfort, sweet Horatio knows, I go to knit friends, not to kindle foes. true Madam Belimperia, that's his task the phrase he useth must be gently styled, the king hath warned him to be smooth and mild. But will you indeed andrea. By this. By this lip blushing kiss. O you swear sweetly. I'll keep your oath for you tell you return. Then i'll be sure you shall not be forsworn. Ho Pedringano. Signioro. Are all things aboard. They are my good Lord. Then Bellimperia. I take leave: Horatio Be in my absence my dear self, chaste self, What playing the woman Bellimperia: Nay than you love me not, or at the least, You drown my honours in those flowing waters, Believe it Bellimperia, 'tis as common, To weep at parting, as to be a woman, Love me more valiant, play not this moist prize, Be woman in all parts, save in thy eyes: And so I leave thee. Farewell my Lord: Be mindful of my love, and of your word. 'tis fixed upon my heart, adieu soul's friend. All honour, one Andreas steps attend. Yet he is in sight, & yet but now he's vanished. Nay Lady if you stoop so much to passion, i'll call him back again. O good Horatio, no: it is for honour prithee let him go.
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I haue hard of your honor, gentle brest, I do not like it now so well me thinkes. What, not to haue honor bestoued on me. O yes: But not a wandring honor deere, I could afford well didst thou stay here, Could honor melt it selfe into thy vaines, And thou the fountaine, I could wish it so, If thou wouldst remaine héere with me: and not go. Tis but to portugale. But to demand the tribute Ladie. Trybute, alas that Spaine, cannot of peace Forbeare, a little coine, the Indies being so néere, And yet this is not all: I know you are to hot, to ull of spléene or an imbassador, And will leane much to honor. Push. Nay heare me deere I know you will be rough And violent, and portingale hath a tempestus son, Stampt with the marke of fury, and you too. Swéet Bellimperia. Wéele méete like thunder, eatch imperious ouer Others spléen, you haue both proud spirits, and both will striue to aspire, when two vext Clouds iustle they strike Out fire, and you I feare me war, which peace forsend, O déere andrea pray, lets haue no wars, First let them pay the souldiers, that were mainde In the last battaile, ere more wretches fall, Or walke on stilts to timelesse Funerall. Respectiue déere, O my liues happines, the ioy of all my being, do not shape Frightfull conceit beyond the intent of act, I know thy loue is vigilant ore my bloud, And fears ill fate which heauen hath yet withstood, But be of comfort, swéet Horatio knowes, I go to knit friends, not to kindle foes. true Madam Belimperia, thats his taske the phraise he vseth must be gently stylde, the king hath warned him to be smooth and mild. But will you indéed andrea. By this. By this lip blushing kisse. O you sweare swéetly. Ile kéepe your oth for you tell you returne. Then ile be sure you shall not be forsworne. Ho Pedringano. Signioro. Are all things abord. They are my good Lord. Then Bellimperia. I take leaue: Horatio Be in my absence my deare selfe, chast selfe, What playing the woman Bellimperia: Nay then you loue me not, or at the least, You drowne my honores in those flowing watters, Beléeue it Bellimperia, tis as common, To wéepe at parting, as to be a woman, Loue me more valliant, play not this moyst prize, Be woman in all partes, saue in thy eies: And so I leaue thée. Farwell my Lord: Be mindfull of my loue, and of your word. Tis fixed vpon my hart, adew soules friend. All honor, one Andreas steps attende. Yet he is in sight, & yet but now hées vanisht. Nay Lady if you stoope so much to passion, ile call him back againe. O good Horatio, no: it is for honor prethée let him go.