Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Lay hands one him, some rear up the bleeding Body to the light. My Lord I think 'tis you, were you not here A man might swear 'twere you. His garments ha' like mine, his face made like: An ominous horror, all my veins doth strike, Sure this pretends my death, this misery Aims at some fatal pointed tragedy. Son Horatio see Andrea slain. andrea slain, than weapon cling my breast. Live truest friend for ever loved and blessed. Lives Don andrea. ay but slain in thought, To see so strange a likeness forged and wrought, Lords cannot you yet descry Who is the owner, of this red melting body. My Lord it is alcario Duke Medina's son, I know him by this mould upon his breast. alcario slain, hast thou beguiled me sword? Arm hast thou slain thy bountiful kind lord, Why then rot off, and drop upon the ground, Strew all the galleries with gobbets round. Who names Alcario slain, it is Alcario, O cursed deed, couldst thou not see, But make the wrong man bleed. 'sfoot 'twas your fault my lord, you brought no word. Peace, no words, i'll get thy pardon. Why mum then. Who names Andrea slain, O 'tis andrea, O I sound I die. Look to my Sister Bellimperia. Raise up my dear love, Bellimperia, O be of comfort sweet, call in thy spirits, Andrea lives O let not death beguile thee. Are you Andrea. Do not forget, that was alcario My shapes counterfeit. Why speaks not this accursed damned villain. O good words my Lords, for those are courtiers veils, The king must hear why should I make Two tails, for to be sound in two, Before the king, I will resolve you all, This strange strange thing, I hot, yet missed, 'twas I mistook my part. I villain: for thou aim'st at this true heart. Horatio, 'twas well as fortune stands, This letter came not to Andrea's hands. 'twas happiness indeed. Was it not you Andrea questioned me 'bout love? No Bellimperia, belike 'twas false Andrea, For the first object mine eyes met, Was that most accursed witch, I much fear me by all signs pretend Most doubtful wars and dangerous pointed ends, To light upon my blood. Angels of heaven forfend it. Some take up the body, others take charge Of that accursed villain. My Lord leave that to me; i'll look to him. Mark, mark, Horatio: a villain guard a villain. The king may think my news is a bad guest, When the first object is a bleeding breast. My Lords, what heavy sounds are these? Nearer, and nearer, ha andrea the forerunner Of these news, nay then I fear Spain's Inevitable ill Ha andrea speak, what news from Portugal? What is tribute paid: peace, or wars. Wars my dread liege. Why then that bleeding object doth presage what shall hereafter follow: What's he that lies there slain, or hurt, Or both: speak?
seed 43: T61 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Lay hands one hun, some reare vp the bléeding Body to the light. My Lord I think tis you, were you not héere A man might sweare twere you. His garments ha like mine, his face made like: An omynous horror, all my vaines doth strike, Sure this pretends my death, this misery Aymes at some fatall pointed tragedy. Son Horatio see Andrea slaine. andrea slaine, then weapon clyng my brest. Liue truest friend for euer loued and blest. Liues Don andrea. I but slaine in thought, To sée so strang a likenes forged and wrought, Lords cannot you yet discry Who is the owner, of this red melting body. My Lord it is alcario Duke Medinas son, I know him by this mould vpon his brest. alcario slaine, hast thou beguild me sword? Arme hast thou slaine thy bountifull kind lord, Why then rot off, and drop vpon the ground, Strew all the galleries with gobbits round. Who names Alcario slaine, it is Alcario, O cursed déed, couldst thou not sée, But make the wrong man bléed. Sfoot twas your fault my lord, you brought noe word. Peace, no words, ile get thy pardon. Why mum then. Who names Andrea slaine, O tis andrea, O I sound I die. Looke to my Sister Bellimperia. Raise vp my déere loue, Bellimperia, O be of comfort swéet, call in thy sperits, Andrea liues O let not death beguile thée. Are you Andrea. Doe not forget, that was alcario My shapes counterset. Why speaks not this accursed damned villaine. O good words my Lords, for those are courtiers vailes, The king must heare why should I make Two tailes, for to be ound in two, Before the king, I will resolue you all, This strange strang thing, I hot, yet mist, Twas I mistooke my part. I villaine: for thou aymst at this true hart. Horatio ▪ twas well as fortune stands, This letter came not to Andreas hands. Twas happines indéed. Was it not you Andrea questioned me bout loue? No Bellimperia, belike twas false Andrea, For the first obiect mine eies met, Was that most accurst witch, I much feare me by all signes pretend Most doubtfull wars and dangerous pointed ends▪ To light vpon my bloud. Angels of heauen foresend it. Some take vp the bodie, others take charg Of that accursed villaine. My Lord leaue that to me; ile looke to him. Mark, mark, Horatio: a villaine guard a villain. The king may thinke my newes is a bad guest, When the first obiect is a bléeding brest. My Lords, what heauy sounds are these? Néerer, and néerer, ha andrea the foore-runner Of these newes, nay then I feare spaines Ineuitable ill Ha andrea speake, what newes from Portugale? What is tribute paid: peace, or wars. Wars my dread léedge. Why then that bléeding obiect doth presage what shall hereafter follow: Whats he that lies there slaine, or hurt, Or both: speake?