Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Let's to the battle once more, we may meet. This haughty prince, and wound him at our feet. art thou true valiant? hast thou no Coat of proof girt to thy loins? art thou true loyal? Why look: witness the naked truth, Upon my breast, come let's meet Let's meet and break our haughty skulls Down to our feet. O me, ill stead, valiant rogero slain. O my sad fates, Don Pedro weltering in his gore. O could I meet andrea, now my bloods a-tiptoe. This hand and sword should melt him: Valiant Don Pedro. Worthy rogero, sure 'twas multitudes That made thee stoop to death, One Portugal could near o'erwhelm thee In such crimson on streams, And no mean blood shall quit it, Balthazar prince Balthazar. andrea, we meet in blood now. I in valiant blood, of Don Rogero's shedding And each drop is worth a thousand Portugales. I'll top thy head for that ambitious word. You cannot prince, see a revengeful sword Waves o'er my head. Another over mine Let them both meet in crimson tinctures shine. O I am slain, help me Horatio, My foes are base, and slay me cowardly, Farewell dear, dearest Bellimperia, Yet herein joy is mingled with sad death, I keep her favour longer than my breath. My other soul, my bosom, my heart's friend. My O Andrea slain, i'll have the price Of him in princely blood; Prince Balthezer My sword shall strike true strains, And fetch Andrea's ransom fourth thy veins, Lord General drive them hence while I make war? Hath war made thee so impudent and young, My sword shall give correction to thy tongue. Correct thy rascal's Prince, thou correct him, Lug with him boy, honours in blood best swim. So young and valorous this arm near met, So strong a courage of so green a set. I thou béest valliant cease these idle words, And let revenge hang on our glittering swords, With this proud prince the haughty Balthezer. Hand of lorenzo touch not my prisoner. he's my prisoner, I seized his weapons first. O base renown 'tis easy to seize those, Were worst laid down. My lance first threw him from his Warlike steed. Thy Lance lorenzo? now by my beard you lie? Well my Lord to you a while I tender my Whole prisoner. Horatio, you tender me part of mine own you know. Well peace, with my blood dispense Until my liege shall end the difference. lorenzo, thou dost boast of base renown, Why I could whip all these, were there hose down. Speak prince to whether dost thou yield? The vanquished yields to both, to you first O abject prince, what dost thou yield to two? Content thee boy, thou shalt sustain no wrong, I'll to the king before, and let him know, The sum of victory, and his overthrow. Andrea slain, thanks to the stars above, I'll choose my Sister out her second love.
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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Lets to the battaile once more, we may meete. This haughtie prince, and wound him at our feete. art thou true valliant? hast thou no Cote of proofe girt to thy loines? art thou true loyall? Why looke: witnes the naked truth, Upon my breast, come lets meete Lets meete and break our haughty sculs Downe to our feete. O me, ill stead, valliant rogero slaine. O my sad fates, Don Pedro weltring in his gore. O could I meete andrea, now my blouds a tiptoe. This hand and sword should melt him: Ualliant Don Pedro. Worthy rogero, sure twas multitudes That made thee stoope to death, One Portugale could neare orewhelmne thee In such crim on streames, And no meane bloud shall quit it, balthezer prince balthezer. andrea, we meete in bloud now. I in valliant bloud, of Don rogeroes sheding And each drop is worth a thousand Portugales. Ile top thy head for that ambitious word. You cannot prince, see a reuengull sword Waues ore my head. Another ouer mine Let them both meete in crimson tinctures shine. O I am slaine, helpe me Horatio, My foes are base, and slay me cowardly, Farwell deere, dearest Bellimperia, Yet heerein ioy is mingled with sad death, I keepe her fauor longer then my breath. My other soule, my bosome, my harts friend. My O Andrea slaine, ile haue the price Of him in princely bloud; Prince Balthezer My sword shall strike true straines, And etch Andreas ransome fourth thy vaines, Lord Generall driue them hence while I make war? Hath war made thee so impndent and young, My sword shall gine correction to thy toong. Correct thy rascals Prince, thou correct him, Lug with him boy, honors in bloud best swim. So young and vallerus this arme neare met, So strong a courage of so gréene a set. I thou béest valliant cease these idle words, And let reuenge hang on our glittering swords, With this proud prince the haughty Balthezer. Hand of lorenzo touch not my prisoner. Hées my prisoner, I seizd his weapons first. O base renowne tis easie to seize those, Were orst laid downe. My lance first threw him from his Warlicke stéede▪ Thy Lance lorenzo? now by my beard you lie? Well my Lord to you a while I tender my Whole prioner. Horatio, you tender me part of mine own you kno. Well peace, with my bloud dispence Untill my leedge shall end the difference. lorenzo, thou doost boast of base renowne, Why I could whip al these, were there hose downe. Speake prince to whether doost thou yeeld? The vanquisht yeilds to both, to you first O abiect prince, what doost thou yeild to two? Content thee boy, thou shalt instaine no wrong, Ile to the king before, and let him know, The sum of victory, and his ouerthrow. Andrea slaine, thanks to the stars aboue, Ile choose my Sister out her second loue.