Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Sease of sir king leave morning lo, nought can it you avail Not with standing be ruled now, we pray by our counsel. Consider first your one estate, consider what may be, A joyful mean to end at length, this your calamity. Horestes he is young of years, and you are somewhat old, And sorrow may your grace to soon, within her net in fold, Therefore itis best you do forget, so shall you be at ease, And I am sure Horestes will, endeavour you to please, So far as it for him may be, with honour lief to do, He will not shrink but will consent, your graces bidding to For assurance of your good will, Horestes here doth crave, your daughter fair Hermione, in marriage for to have. Thereby for to continue still, true love and amity, That aught in sought betwixt to such, indifferent for to be. As for my friendship he shall have, the gods his helper be But for my daughter's marriage, I can not grant to be. She is but young and much unfit, such holy rights to take, Therefore sir kings at this present, no answer I can make. She is a dame of comely grace, therefore king Menelaus, Grant this to us this strife to end, o king we do the pray. For each of them agreed be the other for to have, Good sir grant this that at thy hands, so justly we do crave O noble king what that it were, I could not you denay, I must needs grant when nought I have, against you to reply Horestes here before these kings, my son I thee do make, And the o king while life doth last, for father I do take. Right joyful is this thing to us, and happy for your state, Therefore with speed let us go hence, the marriage to celebrate And all the gods I pray preserve, & keep you both from woe, Come on sir king, shall we from hence, unto our palace go. As if shall please your grace in deed, so we consent to do, And we likewise oh gracious Prince, do condescend there to. I would I were dead, and laid in my grave, 'ounds of me, I am trimly promoted: Ah, ah, oh, well now for my labour, these trinkets I have? Whyse you not I pray you, how I am flouted. A bag and a bottle, thus am I louted? Each knave nowadays, would make me his man, But Ihill master them, I be his oundes and I can. A begging, a-begging, nay now I must go, Horestes is married, god send him much care: And I Revenge, am driven him fro. And then itis no marvel, though I be thus bare. But peace, who better than beggars doth fare. For all they be beggars, and have no great port, Who is merrier, than the poorest sort. What shall I beg? nay thates to bad, Is their near a man, that a servant doth lack:
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Seaſe of ſyr kyng leaue morning lo, nought can it you auaylle Not with ſtanding be rulyd now, we pray by our counſaylle. Conſider firſt your one eſtate, conſider what maye be, A ioyefull mene to end at leyngth, this your calamytie. Horeſtes he is younge of yeares, and you are ſomwhat olde, And ſorrowe may your grace to ſone, within her net in folde, Therefore ites beſt you do forget, ſo ſhall you be at eaſe, And I am ſure Horeſtes wyll, indeuor you to pleaſe, So far as it for him may be, with honor lefe to do, He wyll not ſhrynke but wyll conſent, your gracis bydding to For aſſuraunce of your good wyll, Horeſtes here doth craue, your daughter fayre Hermione, in maryage for to haue. Thereby for to contynew ſtyll, true loue and amytie, That ought in ſought betwixte to ſuch, indefferent for to be. As for my frendſhyp he ſhall haue, the godes his helper be But for my daughters maryage, I can not graunt to be. She is but yong and much vnfet, ſuch holy ryghtes to take, Therefore ſyr kyngs at this preſent, no aunſwere I can make. She is a dame of comley grace, therefore kyng Menalaye, Graunt this to vs this ſtryfe to end, o kyng we do the praye. For eache of them a grede be the other for to haue, Good ſyr graunt this that at thy handes, ſo iuſtley we do craue O Nobell king what that it were, I could not you denaye, I muſt nedes graunt whē nought I haue, againſt you to repley Horeſtes here before theſe kinges, my ſonne I the do make, And the o kynge whyle lyfe doth laſt, for father I do take. Ryght ioyfull is this thinge to vs, and happey for your ſtate, Therfore with ſpede let vs go hence, the maryage to ſeleybrate And all the godes I praye preſarue, & kepe you both from wo, Com on ſyr king, ſhall we from hence, vnto our pallace go. As if ſhall pleaſe your grace in dede, ſo we conſent to do, And we lykewyſe oh gratious Prynce, do condiſend there to. I woulde I were ded, and layde in my graue, Oundes of me, I am trymley promouted: Ah, ah, oh, well now for my labor, theſe trynketes I haue? Whyſe you not I praye you, how I am flouted. A bagge and a bottell, thus am I louted? Eache knaue now a dayes, would make me his man, But chyll maſter them, I be his oundes and I can. A begginge, a begginge, nay now I muſt go, Horeſtes is maryed, god ſend him much care: And I Reuenge, am dryuen him fro. And then ites no maruayll, though I be thus bare. But peace, who better then beggars doth fare. For all they be beggares, and haue no great port, Who is meryer, then the pooryſte ſort. What ſhall I begge? nay thates to bad, Is their neare a man, that a ſaruaunt doth lacke: