Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Tush, take the wench I showed thee now, or else some other seek; What? can your choler no way be allayed? But with Imperial titles? Will you more titles unto Caesar give? Great are thy fortunes Nero, great thy power Thy Empire limited with nature's bounds; Upon thy ground, the Sun doth set, and rise; The day, and night are thine: Nor can the Planets, wander where they will: See that proud Earth, that fears not Caesar's name, Yet nothing of all this, I envy thee; But her, to whom the world, unforced, obeys, Whose eyes more worth than all it looks upon: In whom, all beauties Nature hath enclosed, That through the wide Earth, or Heaven are disposed Indeed the steals, and robs each part o'th' world, With borrowed beauties to inflame thine eye; The Sea, to fetch her Pearl, is dived into: The Diomond rocks are cut, to make her shine: To plume her pride, the Birds do naked sing When my Enanthe, in a homely gown. Homely i'faith. ay, homely in her gown, But look upon her face, and that's set out With no small grace, no veiled shadows help; Fool; that hadst rather with false lights, and dark Beguiled be, then see the ware thou buyest. Great Queen, whom nature made to be her glory: Fortune got eyes, and came to be thy servant, Honour is proud to be thy title; Though Thy beauties do draw up my soul; yet still, So bright, so glorious is thy Majesty, That it beats down again my climbing thoughts. Why true; And other of thy blindnesses thou seest, Such one to love thou dar'st not speak unto. Give me a wench, that will be easily had, Not wooed with cost; And, being sent for, comes, And when I have her folded in mine arms, Than Cleopatra she, or Lucrece is: I'll give her any title. Yet not so much her greatness, and estate My hopes dishearten, as her chastity. Chastity, fool a word not known in Courts: Well may it lodge in mean, and country homes, Where poverty, and labour keeps them down, Short sleeps, and hands made hard with Tuscan wool. But never comes to great men's Palaces, Where ease, and riches, stirring thoughts beget, Provoking meats, and surfeit wines Inflame: Where all their setting forth's but to be wooed, And wooed they would not be, but to be won. Will one man serve Poppea? Nay, thou shalt Make her, as soon, contented with an eye. Whilst Nero, in the streets, his Pageants shows, ay, to his fair wife's chamber, sent for am. You gracious Stars, that smiled in my birth, And thou bright star more powerful than them all, Whose favouring smiles have made me what I am Thou shalt my God, my Fate, and fortune be. How saucily you fellow. Enters the Empress chamber. ay, and her too? Antonius knowest thou him? What? knows the only favourite of the Court? Indeed, not many days ago thou mightest, Have not unlawfully asked that question.
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TVſh, take the wench I ſhowed thee now, or elſe ſome other ſeeke; What? can your choler no way be allayed? But with Imperiall tytles? Will you more tytles vnto Caeſar giue? Great are thy fortunes Nero, great thy power Thy Empyre lymited with natures bounds; Vpon thy ground, the Sunne doth ſet, and ryſe; The day, and night are thine: Nor can the Planets, wander where they will: See that proud Earth, that feares not Caeſars name, Yet nothing of all this, I enuy thee; But her, to whom the world, vnforſt, obayes, Whoſe eyes more worth then all it lookes vpon: In whom, all beautyes Nature hath encloſ'd, That through the wide Earth, or Heauen are diſpoſ'd Indeed the ſteales, and robs each part o'th world, With borrowed beauties to enflame thine eye; The Sea, to fetch her Pearle, is diu'd into: The Diomond rocks are cut, to make her ſhine: To plume her pryde, the Birds doe naked ſing When my Enanthe, in a homely gowne. Homely I faith. I, homely in her gowne, But looke vpon her face, and that's ſet out With no ſmall grace, no vayled ſhadowes helpe; Foole; that hadſt rather with falſe lights, and darke Beguiled be, then ſee the ware thou buy eſt. Great Queene, whom nature made to be her glory: Fortune got eies, and came to be thy ſeruant, Honour is proud to be thy tytle; Though Thy beauties doe draw vp my ſoule; yet ſtill, So bright, ſo glorious is thy Maieſtie, That it beates downe againe my clyming thoughts. Why true; And other of thy blindneſſes thou ſeeſt, Such one to loue thou dar'ſt not ſpeake vnto. Giue me a wench, that will be eaſily had, Not woed with coſt; And, being ſent for, comes, And when I haue her foulded in mine armes, Then Cleopatra ſh, or Lucres is: Ile giue her any tytle. Yet not ſo much her greatneſſe, and eſtate My hopes disharten, as her chaſtitie. Chaſtitie, foole a word not knowne in Courts: Well may it lodge in meane, and countrey homes, Where pouertie, and labour keepes them downe, Short ſleepes, and hands made hard with Thuſcan Woll. But neuer comes to great mens Pallaces, Where eaſe, and riches, ſtirring thoughts beget, Prouoking meates, and ſurfet wines Inflame: Where all there ſetting forth's but to be wooed, And wooed they would not be, but to be wonne. Will one man ſerue Poppea? Nay, thou ſhalt Make her, as ſoone, contented with an eye. Whil'ſt Nero, in the ſtreetes, his Pageants ſhewes, I, to his faire wiues chamber, ſent for am. You gracious Starres, that ſmiled in my birth, And thou bright ſtarre more powerfull then them all, Whoſe fauouring ſmyles haue made me what I am Thou ſhalt my God, my Fate, and fortune bee. How ſauſely you fellow. Enters the Empreſſe chamber. I, and her too? Antonius knoweſt thou him? What? knowes the onely fauorite of the Court? Indeed, not many dayes agoe thou mighteſt, Haue not vnlawfully askt that queſtion.