Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Be sure you stay not long, farewell, I cannot lend an ear to hear you part, But you did lend a hand unto my entrance. How have I wronged my friend, my faith full friend, Robbed him of what's more precious than his blood, His earthly heaven th'unspotted honour, Of his soul-joying Mistress, the fruition of whose bed, I yet am warm of, whilst dear Carracus, Wanders this cold night, through th'unsheltering field, Seeking me treacherous man, yet no man neither, Though in an outward show of such appearance, But am a Devil indeed, for so this deed. Of wronged love and friendship rightly makes me, I may compare my friend, to one that's sick, Who lying on his deathbed, calls to him, His dearest thought friend and bids him go, To some rare gifted man that can restore, His former health, this his friend sadly hears, And vows with protestations to fulfil, His wished desires, with his best performance, But then no sooner seeing that the death, Of his sick friend, would ad to him some gain. Goes not to seek a remedy to save, But like a wretch hides him to dig his grave, As I have done for virtuous Carracus, Yet Albert be not reasonless, to endanger, What thou mayst yet secure, who can detect, The crime of thy licentious appetite, There ones pace 'tis surely Carracus. Not find my friend, sure some malignant planet, Rules o'er this night, and envying the content, Which I in thought possess, debars me thus, From what is more than happy, the loved presence of a dear friend and love, 'tis wronged Carracus by Albert's baseness, I have no power now to reveal myself, The horses stand at the appointed place, And nights dark coverture, makes firm our safety, My friend is surely fallen into a slumber, On some bank hereabouts, I will call him, Friend, Albert, Albert. whate'er you are that call, you know my name. ay, and thy heart dear friend: O Carracus, you are a slow paced lover. Your credit had been touched, had I not been: As how I prithee Albert: Why I excused you to the fair Maria; Who would have thought you else, a slack performer. For coming first under her chamber window, She heard me tread, and called upon your name, To which I answered with a tongue like yours: And told her, I would go to seek for Albert, And straight return. Whom I have found, thanks to thy faith, and heaven. But had not she a light, when you came first? Yes but hearing of some Company, She at my warning, was forced to put it out: And had I been so too, you and I too had still been happy. See we are now come to the chamber window. Then you must call, for so I said I would, Maria.
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Be ſure you ſtay not long, farewell, I cannot lend an eare to heare you part, But you did lend a hand vnto my entrance. How haue I wrong'd my friend, my faith full friend, Robd him of whats more precious then his blood, His earthly heauen th'unſpotted honor, Of his ſoule-ioying Miſtres, the fruition of whoſe bed, I yet am warme of, whilſt deere Carracus, Wanders this cold night, through th'unſheltering field, Seeking me treacherous man, yet no man neither, Though in an outward ſhew of ſuch appearance, But am a Diuel indeed, for ſo this deed. Of wronged loue and friendſhip rightly makes me, I may compare my friend, to one that's ſicke, Who lying on his death-bed, cals to him, His dear'ſt thought friend and bids him goe, To ſome rare gifted man that can reſtore, His former health, this his friend ſadly heares, And vowes with proteſtations to fulfill, His wiſht deſires, with his beſt performance, But then no ſooner ſeeing that the death, Of his ſicke friend, would ad to him ſome gaine. Goes not to ſeeke a remedy to ſaue, But like a wretch hides him to dig his graue, As I haue done for vertuous Carracus, Yet Albert be not reaſonleſſe, to indanger, VVhat thou maiſt yet ſecure, who can detect, The crime of thy licentious appetite, There ones pace tis ſurely Carracus. Not finde my friend, ſure ſome malignant plannet, Rules ore this night, and enuying the content, VVhich I in thought poſſeſſe, debarres me thus, From what is more then happy, the loued preſence of a deare friend and loue, Tis wronged Carracus by Alberts baſeneſſe, I haue no power now to reueale my ſelfe, The horſes ſtand at the appointed place, And nights darke couerture, makes firme our ſafety, My friend is ſurely falne into a ſlumber, On ſome bancke hereabouts, I will call him, Friend, Albert, Albert. What ere you are that call, you know my name. I, and thy heart deare friend: O Carracus, you are a ſlow pac't louer. Your credit had been toucht, had I not beene: As how I preethee Albert: Why I excuſd you to the faire Maria; Who would haue thought you elſe, a ſlacke performer. For comming firſt vnder her chamber window, Shee heard me tread, and cald vpon your name, To which I anſwered with a tongue like yours: And told her, I would goe to ſeeke for Albert, And ſtraight retourne. Whom I haue found, thankes to thy faith, and heauen. But had not ſhee a light, when you came firſt? Yes but hearing of ſome Company, Shee at my warning, was fore't to put it out: And had I bin ſo too, you and I too had ſtill bin happy. See we are now come to the chamber window. Then you muſt call, for ſo I ſaid I would, Maria.