Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
This comfort yet; He shall not so escape, Who causeth my disgrace, Nimphidius Whom had I here.— Well, For my true-hearts love I see she hates me; And shall I love one That hates me; and bestows what I deserve Upon my rival? no, Farewell Poppea, Farewell Poppea, and farewell all Love; Yet thus much shall it still prevail in me, That I will hate Nimphidius for thee: Farewell to her, to my Enanthe welcome, Who, now, will to my burning kisses stoop, Now, with an easy cruelty deny, That, which she, rather than the asker, would Have forced from her, then begins herself. Their loves, that list upon great Ladies set; I still will love the Wench that I can get. Tigellinus, said the villain Proculus I was thrown down in running? My Lord, he said that you were crowned for that You could not do. For that I could not do? Why, Elis saw me do't, and do't with wonder Of all the judges, and the lookers on: And yet, to see, A villain? could not do't? Who did it better? I warrant you he said I from the Chariot fell against my will. He said my Lord, you were thrown out of it, All crushed, and maimed, and almost bruised to death. Malicious Rogue, when I fell willingly, To show of purpose, with what little hurt Might a good rider bear a forced fall. How sayest thou? Tigillinus, I am sure Thou hast in driving as much skill as he. My Lord, you greater cunning showed in falling, Then had you sat. I know I did; or bruised in my fall? Hurt! I protest I felt no grief in it. Go Tigillinus, fetch the villain's head, This makes me see his heart in other things? Fetch me his head, he ne'er shall speak again. What do we Princes differ, from the dirt, And baseness of the common Multitude, If to the scorn of each malicious tongue We subject are: For that I had no skill; Not he, that his far famed daughter set A prize to victory, and had been crowned With thirteen Suitors deaths, till he at length By fate of Gods, and servant's treason fell, (Shoulder packed Pelops glorying in his spoils,) Could with more skill his coupled horses guide. even as a Bark, that through the moving Flood. Her linen wings, and the forc't air do bear, The Billows foam, she smoothly cuts them through; So past my burning axle-tree along, The people follow, with their eyes and voice, And now the wind doth see itself outrun, And the Clouds wonder to be left behind; Whilst the void air is filled with shouts and noise And Nero's name doth beat the brazen Sky, Jupiter cruying, loath doth hear my praise: Then there green boughs, and Crowns of Olive wreaths The conqueror's praise, they give me as my due, And yet this Rogue sayth no we have no skill.
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This comfort yet; He ſhall not ſo eſcape, Who cauſeth my diſgrace, Nimphidius Whom had I here.—Well, For my true-hearts loue I ſee ſhe hates me; And ſhall I loue one That hates me; and beſtowes what I deſerue Vpon my riuall? no, Farewell Poppea, Farewell Poppea, and farewell all Loue; Yet thus much ſhall it ſtill preuaile in me, That I will hate Nimphidius for thee: Farewell to her, to my Euanthe welcome, Who, now, will to my burning kiſſes ſtoope, Now, with an eaſie cruelty deny, That, which ſhe, rather then the aſker, would Haue forced from her, then begins her ſelfe. Their loues, that liſt vpon great Ladies ſet; I ſtill will loue the Wench that I can get. Tigellinus, ſaid the villaine Proculus I was throwne downe in running? My Lord, he ſaid that you were crown'd for that You could not doe. For that I could not doe? Why, Elis ſaw me doet, and doe't with wonder Of all the Iudges, and the lookers on: And yet, to ſee, A villane? could not doe't? Who did it better? I warrant you he ſaid I from the Chariot fell againſt my will. He ſaid my Lord, you were throwne out of it, All cruſht, and maim'd, and almoſt bruiſ'd to death. Malicious Rogue, when I fell willingly, To ſhow of purpoſe, with what little hurt Might a good rider beare a forced fall. How ſayeſt thou? Tigillinus, I am ſure Thou haſt in driuing as much skill as he. My Lord, you greater cunning ſhew'd in falling, Then had you ſate. I know I did; or bruiſed in my fall? Hurt! I proteſt I felt no griefe in it. Goe Tigillinus, fetch the villaines head, This makes me ſee his heart in other things? Fetch me his head, he nere ſhall ſpeake againe. What doe we Princes differ, from the durt, And baſeneſſe of the common Multitude, If to the ſcorne of each malicious tongue We ſubiect are: For that I had no skill; Not he, that his farre famed daughter ſet A priſe to victorie, and had bin crown'd With thirteene Sutors deaths, till he at length By fate of Gods, and ſeruants treaſon fell, (Shoulder pack't Pelops glorying in his ſpoyles,) Could with more skill his coupled horſes guide. Euen as a Barke, that through the moouing Flood. Her linnen wings, and the forc't ayre doe beare, The Byllowes fome, ſhe ſmoothly cutts them through; So paſt my burning Axeltree along, The people follow, with their eyes and voyce, And now the wind doth ſee it ſelfe outrun, And the Clouds wonder to be left behind; Whilſt the void ayre is fild with ſhoutes and noyſe And Neroes name doth beate the braſen Skie, Jubiter cruying, loath doth heare my praiſe: Then there greene howes, and Crownes of Oliue wre'aths The Conquerors praiſe, they giue me as my due, And yet this Rogue ſayth no we haue no skill.