Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Prince Balthezer as you say, so say we, to die with honour, scorn captivity. Why spoke like true Portugales indeed, I am assured of your forwardness: Now Spain sit firm, i'll make thy towers shake, And all that gold thou hadst from Portugal, which makes thy court melt in Luxuriousness, I vow to have it treble at thy hands, Hark Portugales: I hear their spanish drum; March on and meet them: this must be the day, that all they have received, they back must pay. What are you braving us before we come, we'll be as shrill as you: strike a 'larum drum. Thou inch of Spain, Thou man from thy hose down ward, Scarce so much: thou very little longer than Thy beard: speak not such big words, they'll throw thee down little Ieronimo, words greater than thyself, it must not. And thou long thing of Portugal, why not Thou, that art full as tall As an English gallows: upper beam and all: Devourer of apparel, thou huge swallower, My hose will scarce make thee a standing collar, What? Have I almost quited you? Have done impatient Marshal. Spanish combatants, what do you set a little Pygnire Marshal to question with a Prince? No prince Balthezer, I have desired him peace, That we might war: What is the tribute, Money tendered yet? Tribute ha, ha! what else wherefore meet our Drums but to tender and receive the sums, Of many a bleeding heart which ere Sun fall, Shall pay dear tribute, even there lives and all. Prince Balthazar, I know your valiant spirit, I know your courage to be tried and good, Yet, O prince, be not confirmed in blood; Not that I taste of fear or cowardice, But of religion piety, and love, To many bosoms, that yet firmly move, without disturbed spleens: O, in thy heart, Weigh the dear drops of many a purple part, That must be acted on the fields green stage, Before the evening dews quench the sons rage, Let tribute be appeased, and so stayed, And let not wonted fealty be denied, To our desert full kingdom: portugales, Keep your forefathers Oaths; that virtue craves; Let them not lie forsworn now in their graves, To make their ashes perjured, and unjust, For heaven can be revenged on their dust, They swore to Spain both for themselves and you, And will posterity prove their sire's untrue, This should not be 'mong men of virtuous spirit Pay tribute thou, and receive peace and writ. O virtuous coward! O ignoble spirit? To term him coward for his virtuous merit Coward, nay then: relentless-rib of steel, What virtue cannot, thou shalt make him feel. Proud Alexandro thou art mine? Agreed. And thou Vullupo mine? I'll make thee bleed. And thou Don Pedro mine? I care not whose, or thine, or thine, or all at once.
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Prince Balthezer as you say, so say we, to die with honor, scorne captiuity. Why spoke like true Portugales indéed, I am asured of your forwardnes: Now Spaine sit firme, ile make thy towers shake, And all that gold thou hadst from Portugale, which makes thy court melt in Luxuriousnes, I vow to haue it treble at thy hands, Hark Portugales: I heare their spanish drum; March on and meet them▪ this must be the day, that all they haue receaued, they back must pay. What are you brauing vs before we come, wéele be as shrill as you: strike a larum drum. Thou ynch of Spaine, Thou man from thy hose downe ward, Scarse so much: thou very little longer then Thy beard: speake not such big words, Thaile throw thee downe little Ieronimo, words greater then thy selfe, it must not. And thou long thing of Portugale, why not Thou, that art full as tall As an English gallows: vper beam and all: Deuourer of apparell, thou huge swallower, My hose will scarse make thée a standing coller, What? Haue I almost quited you? Haue doone impatiant Marshall. Spanish combatants, what doo you set a little Pygnire Marshall to question with a Prince? No prince Balthezer, I haue desired him peace, That we might war: What is the tribute, Mony tendred yet? Trybute ha, ha! what elles wherefore méete our Drums but to tender and receiue the somes, Of many a bléeding hart which eare Sunne fall, Shall pay deere trybute, euen there liues and all. Prince balthezer, I know your valiant sperit▪ I know your curage to be trid and good, Yet, O prince, be not confirmed in blud; Not that I tast of feare or cowerdyse, But of religion pietye, and loue, To many bosomes, that yet firmely moue, With out disturbed spleenes: O, in thy hart▪ Waigh the déere dropes of many a purple part, That must be acted on the féeldes gréene stage, Before the euening deawes quentch the sonnes rage, Let trybute be apeased, and so stayed, And let not wonted fealty be denied, To our desart full kingdome: portugales, Kéepe your forfathers Othes; that vertue craues; Let them not ly forsworne now in their graues, To make their ashes periorde, and vniust, For heauen can be reuenged on their dust, They swore to Spaine both for themselues and you, And will prosterity proue their sires vntrue, This should not be mong men of vertuous sprit▪ Pay trybute thou, and receiue peace and writ. O vertuous coward▪ O ignoble sperit? To terme him coward for his vertuous merit Coward, nay then: relentles-rib of stéele, What vertue cannot, thou shalt make him feele. Proud Alexandro thou art mine? Agréed. And thou Vullupo mine? Ile make thée bléed. And thou Don Pedro mine? I care not whose, or thine, or thine, or all at once.