Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
For whom doe you this sumptuous storme prepare? For whom are wiues estates inioyn'd to care? Is malice currant where respect is due? Power doth what likes in her inferiors moue; As we are sess'd, so pay we; hate, or loue. What fault in him mou'd these effects in you? Thoughts are too strict, much lesse can words containe; The venome of his malice is too deepe For any power, but Reuenge to keepe. Then Rage is lost: For there is nought in man, That equall paine with such offenses can. Be that the gage. Mans senses barren were, If they could apprehend, but what they feele. Ills doe with place (like Numbers) multiply: The liuing, dead, malice, affection, feare, My wombe, and I doe his affliction beare. Will you destroy your owne? My owne are his. Infamous act! Rage doth but now begin. Canst thou doe worse? Else to my selfe I sinne Life is too short; horrour exceeds not faith, That cannot plague offences after death. Ah! Calme this storme; these vgly torrents shunne. Of Rage, which drowne thy selfe, and all besides. Furies! no more irregularly runne, But arted: Teach confusion to diuide. If kinde be disinherited in thee, Yet haue compassion of this Orphane State. That is the worke, which men shall wonder at: For while his ruin'd are, yet mine shall raigne; His heires, but yet true issue vnto Caine. These works on Princes ruines must be built. For my reuenge no baser blood is spilt. What force can Princes forces ouer-beare? That force, which makes their pride it cannot feare. How enters malice where there is mistrust? With tribute into State: to Kings with lust. What way to these? Prosperity, successe. These adde more power: So much suspect the lesse. What can you adde? Presents, obedience, praise: They need not knocke to enter in that please. Flatteries are plaine. To Kings that see their ill. Kings iealous are. Of truth, not of their will. Vsurpers feare. Worth, not humilitie. Kings errors are our Agents in their hearts; Their priuate passions wound their publike States; Time hath her arguments, and place her Arts. This day he doth consummate all his ioy: Glory now at the Full is not suspitious; And what addes to his pompe shall him destroy. A Crowne, and Mantle of most curious worke I haue prepar'd, euen with Egyptian skill; And poyson him in pleasing him I will. My spirits fayle. Till Alahams ills doe tremble, Horrour is faint; Rage doth but Rage resemble. Depart; keep secret, and be not dismayd: Vnperfect works cannot their glories show; This goodly World did from a Chaos grow. Now Caine! For whose reuenge I only liue, Inspire thy ghost, to multiply in me More sense, to make my senses more enrag'd; More loue, to make loues losses more in thee; Double my wit beyond my strength engag'd; Open all lights of possibility; Let griefe, which yet keepes companie with death, Breake forth, and poyson all things with her breath.
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For whom doe you this sumptuous storme prepare? For whom are wiues estates inioyn'd to care? Is malice currant where respect is due? Power doth what likes in her inferiors moue; As we are sess'd, so pay we; hate, or loue. What fault in him mou'd these effects in you? Thoughts are too strict, much lesse can words containe; The venome of his malice is too deepe For any power, but Reuenge to keepe. Then Rage is lost: For there is nought in man, That equall paine with such offenses can. Be that the gage. Mans senses barren were, If they could apprehend, but what they feele. Ills doe with place (like Numbers) multiply: The liuing, dead, malice, affection, feare, My wombe, and I doe his affliction beare. Will you destroy your owne? My owne are his. Infamous act! Rage doth but now begin. Canst thou doe worse? Else to my selfe I sinne Life is too short; horrour exceeds not faith, That cannot plague offences after death. Ah! Calme this storme; these vgly torrents shunne. Of Rage, which drowne thy selfe, and all besides. Furies! no more irregularly runne, But arted: Teach confusion to diuide. If kinde be disinherited in thee, Yet haue compassion of this Orphane State. That is the worke, which men shall wonder at: For while his ruin'd are, yet mine shall raigne; His heires, but yet true issue vnto Caine. These works on Princes ruines must be built. For my reuenge no baser blood is spilt. What force can Princes forces ouer-beare? That force, which makes their pride it cannot feare. How enters malice where there is mistrust? With tribute into State: to Kings with lust. What way to these? Prosperity, successe. These adde more power: So much suspect the lesse. What can you adde? Presents, obedience, praise: They need not knocke to enter in that please. Flatteries are plaine. To Kings that see their ill. Kings iealous are. Of truth, not of their will. Vsurpers feare. Worth, not humilitie. Kings errors are our Agents in their hearts; Their priuate passions wound their publike States; Time hath her arguments, and place her Arts. This day he doth consummate all his ioy: Glory now at the Full is not suspitious; And what addes to his pompe shall him destroy. A Crowne, and Mantle of most curious worke I haue prepar'd, euen with Egyptian skill; And poyson him in pleasing him I will. My spirits fayle. Till Alahams ills doe tremble, Horrour is faint; Rage doth but Rage resemble. Depart; keep secret, and be not dismayd: Vnperfect works cannot their glories show; This goodly World did from a Chaos grow. Now Caine! For whose reuenge I only liue, Inspire thy ghost, to multiply in me More sense, to make my senses more enrag'd; More loue, to make loues losses more in thee; Double my wit beyond my strength engag'd; Open all lights of possibility; Let griefe, which yet keepes companie with death, Breake forth, and poyson all things with her breath.