Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
For then I might chance near a mistress to get, Nay if ye anger them, they will lay you on the face, Or else their nails in your cheeks, they will set, Nay like a razor, foam of their nails are whet. That not for to pare, but to cut to the bone, I count him most happiest, that meddles with none. Well far you well, for I must be packing, Remember my words, and bear it in mind? What suffer the mill, a while to be clacking, If that you intend, any ease for to find. Then will they be to you, both loving and kind. Farewell cozen cutpurse, and be ruled by me, Or else you may chance, to end on a tree. sith that the gods have given us grace, this realm for to possess Which flourisheth abundantly, with gold & great riches. Let us now see how much the wilds, & mind of all this land, Is unto us and of their state, likewise to understand. I deem of them Horestes mine, that they contented be, With humble heart for to submit, o king themselves to ye, Wherefore my love inquire, their state this present time, And of their hearts good will to us, o king let them divine. As I do love the lady bright, so eke I think in deed, That love for love as equally, shallbe reward of meed. The gods never prolong my life, that day I shall a pear, To break my faith to the now plight, my loving lord so dear. Come on my Lords & commons eke, let me now understand, Of all your minds for I desire, to know what case this land Doth now consist vouchsafe the same, therefore to show to me, And if that ought be now amiss, amended it shallbe. Most regal Prince we now are void, of mortal wars vexation And through your grace we are joined, in love with every nation. So that your nobles may now live, in pleasant state certain, Devoid of wars & civil strifes, while that your grace doth rain The which you may I pray the god, with happy days and bliss And after death to send you there, where joys shall never miss. As sign of our obedience, lo Dewty doth the Crowned, And Truth also which doth me bind, they subject to be found. My nobles all I give you thanks, for this now showed to me And as you have so eke will I, the like show unto ye. My commons how goose it with you, your state now let me know, Where as such on as you do rain, there needs must riches grow We are o king eased of the yoke, which we have so desired. The state of this our common wealth, need not to be inquired. Peace, wealth, joy, and felicity, o king it is we have, And what thing is their that which, subjects ought more to crave
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For then I might chaunce neare a miſtres to get, Nay yf ye anger them, they wyll laye you on the face, Or elles their nayles in your chekes, they wyll ſet, Nay lyke a raſor, fome of their nayles are whet. That not for to pare, but to cut to the bone, I count him moſt happeſt, that medelles with none. Well far you well, for I muſt be packinge, Remembar my wordes, and beare it in mynde? What ſuffer the myll, a whyle to be clackinge, Yf that you intend, aney eaſe for to fynde. Then wyll they be to you, both louinge and kinde. Farwell coſen cutpurſſe, and be ruled by me, Or elles you may chaunce, to end on a tre. Syth yt the gods haue geuen vs grace, this realme for to poſſes Which floryſheth aboundauntlye, with gold & great riches. Let vs now ſe how much the wilds, & minde of all this land, Is vnto vs and of their ſtate, lykewyſe to vnderſtand. I deme of them Horeſtes myne, that they contentyd be, With humbell hart for to ſubmyte, o kyng them ſelues to ye, Wherefore my loue inquiare, their ſtate this preaſente tyme, And of their hartes good wyll to vs, o king let them deuyne. As I do loue the laydye bright, ſo eke I thynke in dede, That loue for loue as equallye, ſhalbe reward of mede. The godes neuer prolonge my lyfe, that day I ſhall a peare, To breake my fayth to the now plyght, my louing lord ſo dere. Com on my Lordes & commons eke, let me now vnderſtand, Of all your mindes for I deſiare, to know what caſe this land Doth now conſyſt voutſate the ſame, therfore to ſhew to me, And yf that ought be now a myſe, amendyd it ſhalbe. Moſt regall Prynce we now are voyd, of mortall wars vexatiō And through your grace we ar ioyned, in loue wt euery nation. So yt your nobelles may now lyue, in pleaſaunt ſtate ſartaine, Deuoyd of wars & ciuill ſtryfes, whyle yt your grace doth raine The which you may I pray the god, with happy days and blys And after death to ſend you there, where ioyſe ſhall neuer mys. As ſyne of our obedyence, lo Dewty doth the Crownd, And Truth alſo which doth me bynd, they ſubiecte to be found. My Nobels all I gyue you thankes, for this now ſhowed to me And as you haue ſo eke wyll I, the lyke ſhow vnto ye. My cōmons how goſe it wt you, your ſtate now let me know, Where as ſuch on as you do raine, there nedes muſt riches gro We are o king eaſyd of the yoke, which we haue ſo deſiard. The ſtate of this our common welth, nede not to be inquiard. Peace, welth, ioye, and felycitie, o kinge it is we haue, And what thing is their yt which, ſubiects ought more to craue