Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Mark his condition, and th' event, then tell me If this might be a brother. I should sinne To think but Nobly of my Grandmother, Good wombs have borne bad sons. Now the Condition. This King of Naples being an Enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my Brother's suit, Which was, That he in lieu o' th' premises, Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the Dukedom, and confer fair Milan With all the Honours, on my brother: Whereon A treacherous Army levied, one midnight Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open The gates of Milan, and i'th' dead of darkness The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self. Alack, for pity: I not remembering how I cried out then Will cry it over again: it is a hint That wrings mine eyes too't. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon's: without the which, this Story Were most impertinent. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Well demanded, wench: My Tale provokes that question: Dear, they durst not, So dear the love my people bore me: nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but With colours fairer, painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a Bark, Bore us some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared A rotten carcase of a Butt, not rigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast, the very rats Instinctively have quit it: There they hoist us To cry to th' Sea, that roared to us; to sigh To th' winds, whose pity sighing back again Did us but loving wrong. Alack, what trouble Was I then to you? O, a Cherubin Thou was't that did preserve me; Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have decked the sea with drops full salt, Under my burden groaned, which raised in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. How came we a shore? By providence divine, Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan Gonzalo Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed Master of this design) did give us, with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries Which since have steeded much, so of his gentleness Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me From mine own Library, with volumes, that I prise above my Dukedom. Would I might But ever see that man. Now I arise, Sat still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow: here in this Island we arrived, and here Have I, thy Schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other Princess can, that have more time For vainer hours; and Tutors, not so careful. Heavens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir, For still 'tis beating in my mind; your reason For raising this Sea-storm?
seed 43: T47 · seed 44: T45 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Marke his condition, and th' euent, then tell me If this might be a brother. I ſhould ſinne To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother, Good wombes haue borne bad ſonnes. Now the Condition. This King of Naples being an Enemy To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers ſuit, Which was, That he in lieu o' th' premiſes, Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute, Should preſently extirpate me and mine Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night Fated to th' purpoſe, did Anthonio open The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkeneſſe The miniſters for th' purpoſe hurried thence Me, and thy crying ſelfe. Alack, for pitty: I not remembring how I cride out then Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint That wrings mine eyes too't. Heare a little further, And then I'le bring thee to the preſent buſineſſe Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story Were moſt impertinent. Wherefore did they not That howre deſtroy vs? Well demanded, wench: My Tale prouokes that queſtion: Deare, they durſt not, So deare the loue my people bore me: nor ſet A marke ſo bloudy on the buſineſſe; but With colours fairer, painted their foule ends. In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke, Bore vs ſome Leagues to Sea, where they prepared A rotten carkaſſe of a Butt, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, ſayle, nor maſt, the very rats Inſtinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyſt vs To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to ſigh To th' windes, whoſe pitty ſighing backe againe Did vs but louing wrong. Alack, what trouble Was I then to you? O, a Cherubin Thou was't that did preſerue me; Thou didſt ſmile, Infuſed with a fortitude from heauen, When I haue deck'd the ſea with drops full ſalt, Vnder my burthen groan'd, which raiſ'd in me An vndergoing ſtomacke, to beare vp Againſt what ſhould enſue. How came we a ſhore? By prouidence diuine, Some food, we had, and ſome freſh water, that A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed Maſter of this deſigne) did giue vs, with Rich garments, linnens, ſtuffs, and neceſſaries Which ſince haue ſteeded much, ſo of his gentleneſſe Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furniſhd me From mine owne Library, with volumes, that I prize aboue my Dukedome. Would I might But euer ſee that man. Now I ariſe, Sit ſtill, and heare the laſt of our ſea-ſorrow: Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere Haue I, thy Schoolemaſter, made thee more profit Then other Princeſſe can, that haue more time For vainer howres; and Tutors, not ſo carefull. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir, For ſtill 'tis beating in my minde; your reaſon For rayſing this Sea-ſtorme?