Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
My liege, alcario Duke Medina's son, And by that slave this purple act was done. Who names Alcario slain: aye me 'tis he? Art thou that villain. How didst know my name. I see an excellent villain hath his fame As well as a great courtier. Speak villain, wherefore didst thou this accursed deed. Because I was an ass, a villainous ass, For had I hot it right, Andrea had line there: He walked upright, this ominous mistake, This damned error breeds in my soul An everlasting terror. Say slave, how came this accursed evil? Faith by myself, my short sword, and the devil, To tell you all without a tedious tongue, I'll cut them down, my words shall not hang, That hapless bleeding Lord alcario, Which this hand slew, pox on't, was a huge dotard On Bel-imperia's beauty who replied in scorn And his hot suit denied: For her affections were all firmly planted, In Don Andrea's bosom, yet unwise, He still pursued it with blind lovers eyes: Then hired he me with gold: O fate thou elf, To kill Andrea which hixe killed himself. For not content to stay the time of murder, He took Andrea's shape unknown to me, And in all parts disguised as there you see, Intending as it seemed by that sly shift, To steal away her troth: short tale to tell, I took him for Andrea, down he fell. O Impious deed, to make the heir of honour Melt and bleed, bear him away to execution. Nay Lord Lorenzo, where's the pardon? 'sfoot i'll peach else. Peace Lazarotto, i'll get it of the king. Do't quickly then or i'll spread villainy. My Lord he is the most notorious rogue That ever breathed. Away with him. Your highness may do well to bar his speech, 'tis able to infect a virtuous ear. Away with him I will not hear him speak My Lord Lorenzo is a Is not this a monstrous courtier. He is the court food father, Tribute denied us, ha. It is my liege, and that with no mean words; He will redeem his honour lost with swords. So daring? Ha, so Peremptory, Can you remember the words he spoke? Word for word my gracious sovereign, And these they were: Thus much return to Spain, Say: That our settled judgement hath advised us, What tribute is, how poor that Monarch shows, Who for his throne a yearly pension owes, And what our predecessors lost to Spain, We have fresh spirits that can renew it again. Ha so peremptory, daring, stout. Then my liege, according your gracious dread, Command, I bade defiance with, a vengeful hand. He entertained it. I and returned it with menacing brows, Prince Baltheser his son, Grow Uiolent and wished the fight begune. So, so, I have sent my slave to hell: Though he blab there, the devils will not tell.
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My léedge, alcario Duke medinas son, And by that slaue this purple act was done. Who names Alcario slaine: aie me tis he? Art thou that villaine. How didst know my name. I see an excellent villaine hath his fame As well as a great courtier. Speake villain, wherefore didst thou this accursed deed. Because I was an asse, a villainus asse, For had I hot it right, Andrea had line there: He walkt vpright, this ominns mistake, This damned error breeds in my soule An euerlasting terror. Say slaue, how came this accursed euill? Faith by my selfe, my short sword, and the deuill, To tell you all without a tedious toong, Ile cut them downe, my words shall not hang, That haples bléeding Lord alcario ▪ Which this hand slew, pexont, was a huge dotar On Bellimperias beautye who replide in scorne And his hot suite denide: For her affections were all firmly planted, In Don andreas bosome, yet vnwise, He still pursued it with blind louers eies: Then hired he me with gold: O fate thou elfe, To kill Andrea which hixe kild himselfe. For not content to stay the time of murder, He tooke andreas shape vnknowne to me, And in all parts disguis as there you sée, Intending as it séemed by that sly shift, To steale away her troth: short tale to tell, I tooke him for Andrea, downe he fell. Olmpious déede, to make the heire of honor Melt and bléede, beare him away to execution. Nay Lord Lorenzo, whers the pardon? Sfoot ile peach else. Peace Lazarotto, ile get it of the king. Doot quickly then or ile spred villainy. My Lord he is the most notorious rogue That euer breathd. Away with him. Your highnes may doe well to barre his spéech, Tis able to infect a vertuous eare. Away with him I will not heare him speake My Lord Lorenzo is a Is not this a monstrous courtier. He is the court fode father, Trybute denide vs, ha. It is my léedge, and that with no meane wordes; He will redéeme his honor lost with swordes. So daring? Ha, so Peremptory, Can you remember the words he spake? Word for word my gratious soueraine, And these they were: Thus much returne to Spaine, Say: That our setled Iudgment hath aduisd vs, What tribute is, how poore that Monarch shewes, Who for his throne a yearely pension owes, And what our predecesors lost to Spaine, We haue fresh spirites that can renew it againe. Ha soe peremptory, daring, stout. Then my léedge, acording your gratious dread, Comand, I bad defiance with, a vengfull hand. He intertained it. I and returned it with menasing browes, Prince Baltheser his son, Grow Uiolent and wished the fight begune. So, so, I haue sent my slaue to hell: Tho he blab there, the diueles will not tell.