Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 17 (nat, leaguer, assyrian, mowche, bashas, andalle…). Matches are highlighted.
prophetic fire Exit. Tec Have warmed this old men bosom, we might construe His words to fatal sense. The gods be still propitious. — Exeunt, manet Org. Be not so wilful. Sweet Niece, to work thine own destruction. The sighed is full of terror. Mildly, Nephew. Sir, I kiss your hands. Exeunt. She is retired, Sir, Into her gallery.
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Nephew, bethen As I would wish; — alilis not right, — Good heaven Confirm your Resolutions for dependence On worthy end which may advance your quiet. I believe it: Yet Nephew, it's the tongue informs our cares; Our eyes can never pierce into the thoughts, For they are lodged too inward: — but I question No truth in Orgilus. — The Princess (Sir) With her the Prince of Arg S. My Lord, you were too forward. The Princess threw it t'ee: Yes, and parted In anger at your taking on't. What is't you say? Contain your self, my Lord, Ixion aiming To embrace Juno, bosomed but a cloud, And begat Centaur's : it's and useful moral, Ambition hatched in clouds of mere opinion, Proves but in birth a prodigy. He deserves small trust Who is not privy Counsellor to himself. Oh fie, fie Cozen, Coxen, Thy tongue is not thy friend. Quiet These vain vnr lie passion, which will render you Into a madness. Welcome; thou comest in season (reuereud man) To pour the balsome of a supplying patience Into the festering wound of ill-spent fury. Not without some conferenc With our great master. alas good man. If prophetic fire Exit. Tec Have warmed this old men bosom, we might construe His words to fatal sense. The gods be still propitious. — Exeunt, manet Org. Be not so wilful. Sweet Niece, to work thine own destruction. The sighed is full of terror. Mildly, Nephew. Sir, I kiss your hands. Exeunt. She is retired, Sir, Into her gallery. He is to Delpho And to your Royal hands presents this box. The plot in which the Vine takes root, Begins to dry, from head to foot, The stock soon withering, w nt of sap Does cause to quail the budding grape: But from the neighbouring Elm, a worser w Shall drop and feed the Plot This brief one, only: The plot is Sparta, the a Vine the King; The quailing grape his daughter; but the thing Of most importance, not to be reum All, Is a near Prince, the Elm the r st concealed. The plot is Sparta, the a Vine the King; The quailing grape his daughter; but the thing Of most importance, not to be reum All, Is a near Prince, the Elm the r st concealed. All attend here. The King your father's dead. — in Calantha's ear Is't possible? The King is dead: That fatal news was mine; for in mine arms He breathed his last, and with his Crown bequeathed thou Your mother's wedding Ring, which here I tender. It's strange, these Tragedies should never touch on Her female pity. The Executioner. Desperate courage. We have seen tokens Of constancy too lately to mistrust it. Look to the Queen. Wise Tecnicus, thus said e When youth is ripe, and age from time does partly, The liveless Trunk shall wed the broken hearts When youth is ripe, and age from time does partly, The liveless Trunk shall wed the broken hearts It's here fulfilled. May old time Run back to double your long life (great Sir) Proud of the blood I claim and Interest in; As brother to thy mother, I embrace thee Right noble Nephew. You stick (Lord Crotolon ) upon a point Too nice, and too unnecessary. Prophi us Is every way desertful. I am confident Your wisdom is too to needs instruction From your Yes, and the King himself mportun'd Crotol For a dispatch. You're bold and bitter. Thy acknowledgement is satisfaction. What would you more? The Princess with your sister. With condition, that his son Favour the Contract. It is the health of Sparta, the Kings life, Sinews and safety of the Commonwealth, The sum of what the Oracle delivered, When last he visited the prophetic Temple At Delph S ; what his reasons are for which After so long a silence he requires You counsel now (graven man) his majesty Will soon himself acquaint you with. He is, and has demanded Our Princess for his wife; which I conceive One special cause the King importunes you For resolution of the Oracle. Like to Tecnicus. Yet the heavens smile on all your high attempts, Without a Cloud. From King Amycl ; (pardon My interruption of your Studies) — Here In this sealed box he sends a treasure deer To him as his Crown, he prays your gravity You would examine, ponder, si to and bolt The pith and circumstance of every tittle The scroll within contains. You misapply, Sir With favour let me speak it what Apollo Hath clouded in hid sense: I here continued iectur Her marriage with some neighbouring Prince, the Due Of which befriending Elm shall ever strengthen Your Subjects with a Sovereignty of power. Sir, at your pleasure How? murdered?