Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
whose's that andrea? Ha, Vullupo. No, but a better, Pox on't. Pies on't, what luck is this, but Sir You part not, so, whate'er you be, i'll have About with you? Content: this is joy mixed with spite, To miss a Lord and meet a prince in fight. Come meet me Sir. just half way, i'll meet it with my sword. Where might I find this valorous Balthazar, This fierce, courageous Prince, a noble, worthy, Made of the ribs of mars and fortitude, He promised to meet fair, and single me Out a the misty battle: did you search The least wing for him? speak: We did my Lord. And could he not be found. Not in that wing my Lord. Why this would vex the resolution Of a suffering spleen: Prince Balthezer, Portugal's valiant heir, The glory of our foe, the heart of courage, The very soul of true nobility: I call thee by thy right name, answer me, Go Captain pass the left wing squadron; hie, Mingle yourself again amidst the army; Pray sweat to find him out. This place i'll keep, Now wounds are wide, and blood is very deep, 'tis now about the heavy dread of battle, Soldiers drop down as thick as if death mowed them, As scythemen trim the long haired Ruffian fields, So fast they fall: so fast to fate life yields. I have sweat much, yet cannot find him andrea. Prince Balthezer: O lucky minute? O long wished for hour, Are you remembered Don, of a daring message And a proud attempt, you braved me Don Within my Father's court. I think I did. this sword shall lash you for it. Alas, war knows I am to proud a scholar grown, Now to be lashed with steel had I not known My strength, and courage it had been easy then, to have me borne upon the backs of men; But now I am sorry Prince you come to late, that wear proud steel i'faith that should do that. I can hold no longer: Come, come let's see which of our strengths is stronger. Mine for a wager. thine: what wager, say. I hold three wounds to one. Content, a lay; but you shall keep stakes then. Nay i'll trust you. For your a prince, I know you'll pay your dew. I'll pay it you soundly. Prince you might have paid Tribute as well, than battles had been stayed. here's tribute for you. I'll receive it of you, And give you acquittance with a wound or two. Thou art a wondrous friend, a happy spirit, I owe thee now my life couldst thou inherit, Within my bosom, all I have is thine, For by this act I hold thy arm divine. Are you not wounded: let me search and see? No my dear self, for I was blessed by thee, Else his unpitying sword had cleft my heart, Had not Horatio played some angel's part. Come happy mortal, let me rank by thee, Then am I sure no star will threaten me.
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Whose that andrea? Ha, Vullupo. No, but a better, Pox ont. Pies ont, what luck is this, but Sir You part not, so, what ere you be, ile haue About with you? Content: this is ioy mixed with spight, To misse a Lord and méete a prince in fight. Come méete me Sir. Iust halse way, ile méete it with my sword. Where might I find this vallorus balthezer, This fierce, couragious Prince, a noble, worthy, Made of the ribs of mars and fortitude, He promised to méete faire, and single me Out a the mistie battaile: did you search The least wing for him? speake: We did my Lord. And could he not be found. Not in that wing my Lord. Why this would vex the resolution Of a suffering spleene: Prince Balthezer, Portugals valliant heire, The glory of our foe, the hart of courage, The very soule of true nobility: I call thee by thy right name, answere me, Go Captaine passe the leaft wing squadron; hie, Mingle your selfe againe amidst the army; Pray sweat to find him out. This place ile keepe, Now wounds are wide, and bloud is very deepe, Tis now about the heauy dread of battaile, Souldiers drop downe as thick as if death mowed them, As sithmen trim the long haird Ruffian fields, So fast they fall: so fast to fate life yeelds. I haue sweat much, yet cannot find him andrea. Prince Balthezer: O lucky minute? O long wished for houre, Are you remembred Don, of a daring message And a proud attempt, you braued me Don Within my Fathers court. I think I did. this sword shall lash you for it. Alas, war knows I am to proud a scholler grown, Now to be lashed with stéele had I not knowne My strength, and courage it had bin easie then, to haue me borne vpon the backs of men; But now I am sorry Prince you come to late, that weare proud stéele yfaith that should do that. I can hold no longer: Come, come lets sée which of our strengths is stronger. Mine for a wager. thine: what wager, say. I hold thrée wounds to one. Content, a lay; but you shall kéepe stakes then. Nay ile trust you. For your a prince, I know youle pay your dew. Ile pay it you soundly. Prince you might haue paid Tribute as well, then battailes had bin staid. Héers tribute for you. Ile receaue it of you, And giue you acquittance with a wound or two▪ Thou art a wondrous friend, a happy sperit, I owe thée now my life couldst thou inherit, Within my bosome, all I haue is thine, For by this act I hold thy arme deuine. Are you not wounded: let me search and sée? No my deere selfe, for I was blest by thée, Else his vnpiting sword had cleft my hart, Had not Horatio plaid some Angels part. Come happy mortall, let me ranke by thée, Then am I sure no star will threaten me.