Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
We cannot afford you so. Or the bearing of my beard, and to say it was in stratagem. 'Twould not do. Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped. Hardly serve. Though I swore I leapt from the window of the Citadel. How deep? Thirty fathom. Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. I would I had any drum of the enemies, I would swear I recovered it. You shall hear one anon. A drum now of the enemies. Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo. Cargo, cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo. O ransom, ransom, Do not hide mine eyes. Boskos thromuldo boskos. I know you are the Muskos Regiment, And I shall lose my life for want of language. If there be here German or Dane, Low Dutch, Italian, or French, let him speak to me, I'll discover that, which shall undo the Florentine. Boskos vauvado, I understand thee, & can speak thy tongue: Kerelybonto sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom. Oh. Oh pray, pray, pray, Manka reuania dulche. Oscorbidulchos voliuorco. The General is content to spare thee yet, And hoodwinked as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee. Haply thou mayst inform Something to save thy life. O let me live, And all the secrets of our camp I'll show, Their force, their purposes: Nay, I'll speak that, Which you will wonder at. But wilt thou faithfully? If I do not, damn me. Acordo linta. Come on, thou are granted space. Go tell the Count Rossillion and my brother, We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled Till we do hear from them. Captain I will. A will betray us all unto ourselves, Inform on that. So I will sir. Till than I'll keep him dark and safely locked. They told me that your name was Fontybell. No my good Lord, Diana. Titled Goddess, And worth it with addition: but fair soul, In your fine frame hath love no quality? If the quick fire of youth light not your mind, You are no Maiden but a monument When you are dead you should be such a one As you are now: for you are cold and stern, And now you should be as your mother was When your sweet self was got. She than was honest. So should you be. No: My mother did but duty, such (my Lord) As you own to your wife. No more o' that: I prithee do not strive against my vows: I was compelled to her, but I love thee By loves own sweet constraint, and will for ever Do thee all rights of service. I so you serve us Till we serve you: But when you have our Roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness.
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We cannot affoord you ſo. Or the baring of my beard, and to ſay it was in ſtratagem. 'Twould not do. Or to drowne my cloathes, and ſay I was ſtript. Hardly ſerue. Though I ſwore I leapt from the window of the Citadell. How deepe? Thirty fadome. Three great oathes would ſcarſe make that be beleeued. I would I had any drumme of the enemies, I would ſweare I recouer'd it. You ſhall heare one anon. A drumme now of the enemies. Throca movouſus, cargo, cargo, cargo. Cargo, cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo. O ranſome, ranſome, Do not hide mine eyes. Boskos thromuldo boskos. I know you are the Mukos Regiment, And I ſhall looſe my life for want of language. If there be heere German or Dane, Low Dutch, Italian, or French, let him ſpeake to me, Ile diſcouer that, which ſhal vndo the Florentine. Boskos vauvado, I vnderſtand thee, & can ſpeake thy tongue: Kerelybonto ſir, betake thee to thy faith, for ſeuenteene ponyards are at thy boſome. Oh. Oh pray, pray, pray, Manka reania dulche. Oſcorbidulchos voliuorc. The Generall is content to ſpare thee yet, And hoodwinkt as thou art, will leade thee on To gather from thee. Haply thou mayſt informe Something to ſaue thy life. O let me liue, And all the ſecrets of our campe Ile ſhew, Their force, their purpoſes: Nay, Ile ſpeake that, Which you will wonder at. But wilt thou faithfully? If I do not, damne me. Acordo linta. Come on, thou are granted ſpace. Go tell the Count Roſſillion and my brother, We haue caught the woodcocke, and will keepe him mufled Till we do heare from them. Captaine I will. A will betray vs all vnto our ſelues, Informe on that. So I will ſir. Till then Ile keepe him darke and ſafely lockt. They told me that your name was Fontybell. No my good Lord, Diana. Titled Goddeſſe, And worth it with addition: but faire ſoule, In your fine frame hath loue no qualitie? If the quicke fire of youth light not your minde, You are no Maiden but a monument When you are dead you ſhould be ſuch a one As you are now: for you are cold and ſterne, And now you ſhould be as your mother was When your ſweet ſelf ▪ was got. She then was honeſt. So ſhould you be. No: My mother did but dutie, ſuch (my Lord) As you owe to your wife. No more a' that: I prethee do not ſtriue againſt my vowes: I was compell'd to her, but I loue thee By loues owne ſweet conſtraint, and will for euer Do thee all rights of ſeruice. I ſo you ſerue vs Till we ſerue you: But when you haue our Roſes, You barely leaue our thornes to pricke our ſelues, And mocke vs with our bareneſſe.