Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Who truth doe only but to hate it know, They nothing feare, but only to be good: Vnthankfulnesse is euer valiant so. To them God thanklesse seemes, not thanklesse is, That sacrifice for leaue to doe amisse. If wrongfully you had not banish'd me; To whom could my returne thank-worthy be? Our gods seem'd wroth; and fame spake strangely ill. That sure my Wife did worse than dote of thee; This was dishonor, wrong, and losse to me. Yet I distract with good beleefe and feare, Detest her could not; loue forbade it me: Loue her I did not, for mistrust was there; While I suspected her, I hated thee. At length ('t is true) I got thee banished; If not reuenge, at least security: Till humorous Time, that blots to print againe, Shew'd me in Hala's thoughts Caine Bassha's name. I call'd thee home; and though I scorne still beare By fame, who when she lies, recanteth not, Yet I forgaue the shame, and pardoned feare; Brought thee good lucke, where good turnes are forgot. And is it a returne of that you owe, For you to worke your Patrones ouerthrow? Alaham! Put off this fruitlesse peeuishnesse Of expectation, lost in ill desires. For you, in witnesse of my thankfull heart, The Gouernment of old Ormus I got; And by possession mans hope loseth not. Alaham! Besides, iudge both your thoughts, and State: Kings children are no Kings; Authority Goes not by blood; she sets another rate: Vse, is her kinne; Grace, her affinity. Then looke not on desires earnestnesse; Impossible is easie there, wishes effect, The future great, the present euer lesse: Comparison still carying vp the eye To make all that we haue but miserie. Care, bought with blood; and feare, with treacherie; Danger, with wrong; and shame, with venturing; Vncertaine hopes, and certaine misery, The fortunes be of haste to be a King. O God! what's this? Mine inward spirits shake; Senses doe leaue their worke; thoughts are confus'd; Horror and glory now possession take; New visions to my darknesse are infus'd: Like Delpho's mayd, I find a mightie worke; My heart with more than it selfe doth resolue; What I thinke, speake, or doe, is not mine owne. I feele what made me wish my brothers fall, And finde what mischiefe gets, it goes withall. His safety now, I see, my safety is; And honor you, that haue procured this. A blessed worke, if it be wrought within. It is no worke: it is a heauenly blisse, Which perfect be, as soone as they beginne. Spite! (thou Impostume of aspiring hearts, Whose nature is, that if the bagge remaine, The wicked humors straight will fill againe) I will lay open thee, and all thy arts: It is no shame to say we were amisse, Since man doth take his name of that he is. Thy life is sought: Nay more, thy death is sworne.
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Who truth doe only but to hate it know, They nothing feare, but only to be good: Vnthankfulnesse is euer valiant so. To them God thanklesse seemes, not thanklesse is, That sacrifice for leaue to doe amisse. If wrongfully you had not banish'd me; To whom could my returne thank-worthy be? Our gods seem'd wroth; and fame spake strangely ill. That sure my Wife did worse than dote of thee; This was dishonor, wrong, and losse to me. Yet I distract with good beleefe and feare, Detest her could not; loue forbade it me: Loue her I did not, for mistrust was there; While I suspected her, I hated thee. At length ('t is true) I got thee banished; If not reuenge, at least security: Till humorous Time, that blots to print againe, Shew'd me in Hala's thoughts Caine Bassha's name. I call'd thee home; and though I scorne still beare By fame, who when she lies, recanteth not, Yet I forgaue the shame, and pardoned feare; Brought thee good lucke, where good turnes are forgot. And is it a returne of that you owe, For you to worke your Patrones ouerthrow? Alaham! Put off this fruitlesse peeuishnesse Of expectation, lost in ill desires. For you, in witnesse of my thankfull heart, The Gouernment of old Ormus I got; And by possession mans hope loseth not. Alaham! Besides, iudge both your thoughts, and State: Kings children are no Kings; Authority Goes not by blood; she sets another rate: Vse, is her kinne; Grace, her affinity. Then looke not on desires earnestnesse; Impossible is easie there, wishes effect, The future great, the present euer lesse: Comparison still carying vp the eye To make all that we haue but miserie. Care, bought with blood; and feare, with treacherie; Danger, with wrong; and shame, with venturing; Vncertaine hopes, and certaine misery, The fortunes be of haste to be a King. O God! what's this? Mine inward spirits shake; Senses doe leaue their worke; thoughts are confus'd; Horror and glory now possession take; New visions to my darknesse are infus'd: Like Delpho's mayd, I find a mightie worke; My heart with more than it selfe doth resolue; What I thinke, speake, or doe, is not mine owne. I feele what made me wish my brothers fall, And finde what mischiefe gets, it goes withall. His safety now, I see, my safety is; And honor you, that haue procured this. A blessed worke, if it be wrought within. It is no worke: it is a heauenly blisse, Which perfect be, as soone as they beginne. Spite! (thou Impostume of aspiring hearts, Whose nature is, that if the bagge remaine, The wicked humors straight will fill againe) I will lay open thee, and all thy arts: It is no shame to say we were amisse, Since man doth take his name of that he is. Thy life is sought: Nay more, thy death is sworne.