Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
And we receive them, and thee worthy andrea; Thy master's hy pri●ed love unto our heart, Is welcome to his friend thou to our court. Thanks Portingale: My lords I had in charge At my depart from Spain this embassage, To put your breast in mind of tribute due Unto our master's kingdom, these three years Detained and kept back: and I sent to know, Whether neglect, or will detains it so. Thus much return unto thy king andrea, We have with best advise thought of our state, And find it much dishonoured by base homage, I not deny but tribute hath been due to Spain, By our forefathers base captivity, Yet cannot raze out there successors merit: 'tis said we shall not answer at next birth Our father's faults, in heaven, why then one earth: Which proves and shows that which they lost by base Captivity, We may redeem with honoured valiancy, We borrow nought, our kingdom is our own, He is a base king that pays rent for his throne. Is this thy answer Portingale: I Spain, a royal answer to, which I'll maintain. And all the peers of Portugal the like. Then thus all Spain which but three minutes, ago was thy full friend, is now returned thy foe. An excellent foe, we shall have scuffling good. Thou shalt pay tribute, Portugal with blood. Tribute for tribute then: And foes, for foes. I bid you sudden wars. I sudden blows, and that's as good as wars. Don, I'll not bate, An inch of courage nor a hair of fate, Pay tribute I with strokes. I with strokes you shall Alas that Spain should correct Portugal. Correct: O in that one word, such torments do, I feel that I could lash thy ribs with valiant steel. Prince Balthezer, shalls meet? Meet don Andrea, yes in the battles Bowels: Here's my gage a never failing pawn. 'twill keep his day his hour, nay minute: 'twill. Then thine, and this possess one quality. O let them kiss, did I not understand thee noble Valiant, and worthy my sword's society with thee, For all Spain's wealth, I'd not grasp hands, Meet Don andrea. I tell thee noble spirit, I'd wade up to the knees in blood, I'd make a bridge of spanish carcases to single thee, out of the gasping army. wilt thou prince: why even for that I love. Tut, love me man when we have drunk, Hot blood together; wounds will tie an everlasting settled amity. And so shall thine. And thine. What give no place? to whom. to me. To thee: why should my face, that's placed above my mind, Fall under it. I'll make thee yield, I when yond get me down, But I stand even yet, jump crown to crown. darest thou? I dare. I am all vexed. I care not. I shall forget the Law. Do, do. Shall I? Spare not? But thou wilt yield first. No.
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And we receue them, and thee worthy andrea; Thy masters hy pried loue vnto our hart, Is welcome to his friend thou to our court. Thankes Portingall: My lordes I had in charge At my depart from spaine this embasage, To put your brest in mind of tribute due Unto our masters kingdome, these three years Detained and kept back: and I sent to know, Whether neglect, or will detaines it so. Thus much returne vnto thy king andrea, We haue wt best aduise thought of our state, And finde it much dishonord by base homage, I not deny but tribute hath bin due to Spaine, By our forfathers base captiuitie, Yet cannot rase out there successors merit: Tis sayd we shall not answer at next birth Our fathers fawltes, in heauen, why then one earth: Which proues and showes that which they lost by base Captiuitie, We may redéeme with honored valiansie, We borow nought, our kingdome is our owne, Hee is a base king that payes rent for his throne. Is this thy answer Portingalle: I spaine, a royal answer to, which Ile maintaine. And all the péeres of Portugalle the like. Then thus all spaine which but thrée minites, agoe was thy full friend, is now returned thy foe. An excellent foe, we shall haue scuflling good. Thou shalt pay trybute, Portugalle with blood. Trybute for trybute then: And foes, for foes. I bid you sudden warres. I sudden blowes, and thats as good as warres. Don, Ile not bate, An inch of courrage nor a haire of sate, Pay trybute I with strockes. I with strockes you shall Allas that spaine should correct Portugal. Correct: O in that one word, such torments doo, I féele that I could lash thy ribes with valiant stéele. Prince Balthezer, shalles méete? Méete don Andrea, yes in the battles Bowels: Heres my gage aneuer fayling pawne. twill kéepe his day his houre, nay minute: Twill. Then thine, and this posses one qualitie. O let them kis, did I not vnderstand thée noble Ualliant, and worthy my swordes societie with thée, For all Spaines wealth, Ide not graspe hands, Meet Don andrea. I tell thee noble spirit▪ Ide wade vp to the knees in bloud, Ide make a bridge of spanish carkases to single thee, out of the gasping armye. Woot thou prince: why euen for that I loue. Tut, loue me man when we haue drunke, Hot bloud together▪ woundes will tie an euerlasting setled amity. And so shall thine. And thine. What giue no place? to whome. to me. To thee: why should my face, thats placed aboue my mind, Fall vnder it. Ile make thee yeeld, I when yon get me downe, But I stand euen yet, iump crowne to crowne. Darst thou? I dare. I am all vext. I care not. I shall forget the Law. Do, do. Shall I? Spare not? But thou wilt yeeld first. No.