Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
O child thou makes mine eyes to run, as rivers do by stream: My leave I take of thee my Son beware of this my beam. Dispatch even now thou man of death, no longer seem to stay: Come M. Sisamnes, came on your way, my office I must pay. Forgive therefore my deed. I do forgive it thee my friend, dispatch therefore with speed. smite him in the neck with a sword to signify his death Behold (O king) how he doth bleed, being of life bereft: In this wise, he shall not yet be left. Pull his skin over his ears, to make his death more vile: A wretch he was, a cruel thief my commons to beguile. What child is he of nature's mould, could bide the same to see His Father flayed in this wise? O how it grieveth me. Otian, thou seest thy father dead, and thou art in his room: if thou be'st proud as be hath been, even thereto shalt thou come. O King, to me this is a glass, with grief in it I view: Example that unto your grace, I do not prove untrue. Otian, convey your Father hence, to Tomb where be shall lie And if it please your Lordship, if shallbe done by and by. Good Execution man for need, help me with him away: I will fulfil, as you to me did say. My Lord now that my grace hath seen, that finished is this deed, To question mine give tentive ear, & answer make w speed. Have not I done a gracious deed, to redress my commons woe? Yea truly if it please your grace, ye have indeed done so. But now (O King) in friendly wise, I council you in this: Certain vices for to leave, that in you placed is. The vice of drunkenness (O king) which doth you sore infect: With other great abuses, which I wish you to detect. Peace my Lord, what needeth this? of this I will not hear, To Palace now I will return, and there to make good cheer. God Bacchus he bestows his giftis, we have good store of wine: And also that the Ladies be, both passing brave and fine. But stay, I see a Lord now come, and eke a valiant knight: What news my Lord? to see you here my heart it doth delight Nonewes (O king) but of duty come, to wait upon your grace: I thank you my Lord & loving knight, I pray ye with me trace My Lords and Knight I pray ye tell, I will not be offended: Am I worthy of any crime once to be reprehended? The Persians much praise your grace, but one thing discommend: In that to Wine subject you be, wherein you do offend. Sigh that the might of wine's effect, doth often subdue your brain My council is to please their hearts, from it you would refrain.
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O childe thou makes mine eyes to run, as riuers doo by ſtreme: My leaue I take of thee my Sonne beware of this my beame. Diſpatch euen now thou man of death, no longer ſéeme to ſtay: Come M. Siſamnes, came on your way, my office I muſt pay. Forgiue therfore my déed. I doo forgiue it thée my fréend, diſpatch therfore with ſpéed. ſmite him in the neck with a ſwoord to ſignify his death Beholde (O king) how he dooth bléed, béeing of life bereft: In this wiſe, he ſhall not yet be left. Pul his ſkin ouer his eares, to make his death more vile: A wretch he was, a cruel théef my commons to begile. What childe is he of natures mould, could bide the ſame to ſée His Father fleaed in this wiſe? Oh how it gréeueth me. Otian, thou ſéeſt thy father dead, and thou art in his roume: if thou béeſt proud as be hath béen, euen therto ſhalt thou come. O King, to me this is a glaſſe, with gréef in it I view: Example that vnto your grace, I doo not prooue vntrue. Otian, conuay your Father hence, to Tomb where be ſhall lye And if it pleaſe your Lordſhip, if ſhallbe doon by and by. Good Execution man for néed, help me with him away: I will fulfil, as you to me did ſay. My Lord now that my grace hath ſéen, that finiſht is this déed, To queſtion mine giue tentiue eare, & anſwere make wc ſpeed. Haue not I doon a gratious déed, to redreſſe my commons wo? Yea truely if it pleaſe your grace, ye haue indéed doon ſo. But now (O King) in fréendly wiſe, I councel you in this: Certain vices for to leaue, that in you placed is. The viſe of drunkennes (Oh king) which dooth you ſore infect: With other great abuſes, which I wiſh you to detect. Peace my Lord, what néedeth this? of this I wil not hear, To Pallaice now I wil return, and there to make good chéer. God Baccus he beſtowes his giftꝭ, we haue good ſtore of wine: And alſo that the Ladyes be, both paſſing braue and fine. But ſtay, I ſée a Lord now come, and eke a valiant knight: What newes my Lord? to ſée you héer my hart it dooth delight Nonewes (O king) but of duty come, to wait vpon your grace: I thank you my Lord & loouing knight, I pray ye with me trace My Lords and Knight I pray ye tel, I wil not be offended: Am I worthy of any crime once to be reprehended? The Perſians much praiſe your grace, but one thing diſcōmēd: In that to Wine ſubiect you be, wherin you doo offend. Sith that the might of wines effect, dooth oft ſubdue your brain My councel is to pleaſe their harts, from it you would refrain.