Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
O, I hug thee sort, the valianst spirit ere trod the Spanish court, Here let the rising of our hot blood set. My liege two nobler spirits never met. Until we meet in purple, when our swords, Agreed, right valiant prince: Then Portugal this is thy resolute answer. So return: it's so, we have bethought us what Tribute is, how poor that Monarch shoes, Who for his throne a yearly pension owes: And what our predecessors lost to Spain, We have fresh spirits that can renew it again. Then I unclasp the purple leaves of war, Many a new wound must gasp, through an old scar: So Portugal I leave thee. ourself in person will see thee safe aboard: Come son, come Lords, In stead of tribute we must pay our swords. Remember Don andrea that we meet. Up hither sailing in a crimson fleet. Do you affect my Sister. Affect, above affection: for her breast, Is my lives treasure, O entire Is the condition of my hot desire. Then this must be your plot, You know Andrea's gone ambassador, On whom my Sister Bellimperia, Casts her affection: you are in stature like him, Speech alike, and had you but his vestment On your back, there's no one living but would Swear 'twere he: therefore, sly policy must Be your guide, I have a suit just Of Andrea's, colours, proportioned in all parts, Nay 'twas his own: this suit within my closet, Shall you wear, and so disguised woe, sue, and Then at last. What. Obtain my love. This falls out rare, In this disguise I may both wed, bed, and board her. You may you may? besides, within these few days he'll return. Till this be acted I in passion burn. All falls out for the purpose, all hits jump, The date of his embassage nigh expired, Gives strength unto our plot. True, true, all to the purpose. Moreover, I will buzz Andrea's Landing; which once but crept into the vulgar mouths, Is hurried here, and there, and sworn for troth, Think 'tis your love makes me create this guise, And willing hope to see your virtue rise. Lorenzo's bounty I do more enfold, Than the greatest mind of Indians' brightest gold. Come let us in, the next time you shall show, All Don andrea, not alcario. Come pull the table this way, so 'tis well: Come write horatio write, This speedy letter must away tonight. What fold paper that way, to a noble man, to Don andrea Spain's ambassador? Fie I am a ashamed to see it, Hast thou worn gowns in the University, Lost logic, sucked Philosophy, Eat Cues, drunk Cées, and cannot give A letter the right courtier's crest: O there's a kind of state, In every thing save in a Cuckold's pate, Fie, fie, horatio, what is your pen foul. No Father cleaner than Lorenzo's soul, That's dipped in ink made of an envious gall, else had my pen no cause to write at all.
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O, I hug thee sort, the valianst spirit ere trod the Spanish courte, Heere let the rising of our hot bloud set. My leedge two nobler spyrits neuer met. Untill we meet in purple, when our swords, Agreed, right valliant prince: Then Portugale this is thy resolute answere. So returne: its so, we haue bethought vs what Tribute is, how poore that Monarch shoes, Who for his throne a yeerely penshion owes: And what our predesessors lost to spaine, We haue fresh sperits that can renew it againe. Then I vnclaspe the purple leaues of war, Many a new wound must gaspe, through an old scar: So Portugale I leaue thee. Our selfe in person will see thee safe aboord: Come son, come Lords, In steade of tribute we must pay our swords. Remember Don andrea that we meet. Up hether sayling in a crimson fleete. Do you affect my Sister. Affect, aboue affection: for her breast, Is my liues treasure, O entire Is the condition of my hot desire. Then this must be your plot, You know andreas gone embassador, On whom my Sister Bellimperia, Casts hir affection: you are in stature like him, Speech alike, and had you but his vestment On your backe, thers no one liuing but would Sweare twere he: therefore, sly policy must Be your guide, I haue a suite iust Of andreas, cullers, proportiond in all parts, Nay twas his own: this suit within my cloet, Shall you weare, and so disguid woe, sue, and Then at last. What. Obtaine my loue. This fals out rare, In this disguise I may both wed, bed, and boord her. You may you may? besids, within these few daies Héele returne. Till this be acted I in passion burne. All fals out for the purpose, all hits iumpe, The date of his embassage nighe expired, Giues strength vnto our plot. True, true, all to the purpose. Moreouer, I will buze Andreas Landing; which once but crept into the vulger mouthes, Is hurryed héer, and there, and sworne for troth, Thinke tis your loue makes me create this guise, And willing hope to see your vertue rise. Lorenzoes bounty I do more enfould, Then the greatest mind of indians brightest gold. Come let vs in, the next time you shall show, All Don andrea, not alcario. Come pull the table this way, so tis well: Come write horatio write, This speedy letter must away to night. What fold paper that way, to a noble man, to Don andrea Spaines embassador? Fie I am a shamed to see it, Hast thou worne gownes in the Uniuersity, Lost logick, suckt Philosophy, Eate Cues, drunke Cées, and cannot giue A letter the right Courtiers crest: O thers a kind of state, In euery thing saue in a Cuckolds pate, Fie, fie, horatio, what is your pen foule. No Father cleaner then lorenzoes soule, Thats dipt in inck made of an enuious gall, Elce had my pen no cause to write at all.