Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Ah powerfull God! why do'st thou Thunders spend (By chance, or without vengeance) on the plants; Since it is Man, not Trees, that doth offend? Sirs! teare the roofe; perfect the worke of Power: I haue no being, while she there doth sit, Subiect in sexe, but King, in rage of wit. Women! Behold, our sex I now improue: Malice were vaine, if Kings could it subdue: This rage reuiues the dead; restores my loue. Is this Ormus? Or is Ormus my hell, Where only Furies, and not Men, doe dwell? The poyson works; I feele my spirits faint; I must beseech; my Power is but complaint. Yet Wit! thou know'st what euery Power can doe; Be Strength to me. Can Mothers kill their owne? Selfe-loue will spare them. Why should I request? Words doe inflame. But ah! it Hala is: I must intreat. Her malice keepes no fashion: Though she haue all, that all is but one Passion. If I intreat; doth sense show where to wound? I owe it mine; doth that giue malice Power? Ah God! What shall I doe, that both within, and out, Authority haue lost? Vnused to request, Yet must, and will: Yet, euen in doing, know; Impossible, addes but more scorne to woe. Hala! I doe, with Nature, begge for thine. Harme me alone thy Husband, and thy King. Horror hath her degrees: there is excesse In all Reuenge, that may be done with lesse. Beyond the rule of Law, but not of Lou●, This child was borne; this not in Loue, but Law. Before thy wrongs I had my passions free: And in reuenge shall ought else limit me? Innocent, thine owne, too yong for hate, or feare: His death doth only execration beare. In him thou art: in him I plague my lust, Where Sense, and Law, were traytors to affection. Beare children only but to Caine I must. Disease, or Griefe (I know not which) or both: Languish my powers: Hala! some respite giue; Spare him a while: I haue not long to liue. Hala! make haste to multiply this wretch; I must haue both his sense, and iudgement free: 'Tis horror, not disease, that honors me. " All you superiour Powers, which from aboue Behold this earth; and earthly mischiefes rod! " Cast hence your eyes. These works are but for two: For him, that suffers; and for me, that doe. Hala! then on: that Alaham may enrage, Enrage thou first. New married now am I: Remorse doth but for men in ambush lie. Earth! Stand'st thou fast vnder this vglinesse? And fal'st not downe to that infernall deepe, Which feares (perchance) worse than it selfe to keepe? Eyes! close your liddes: There is no more to doe: Yet know, you haue seene that before you die, Which no Age will beleeue; One worse than I.
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Ah powerfull God! why do'st thou Thunders spend (By chance, or without vengeance) on the plants; Since it is Man, not Trees, that doth offend? Sirs! teare the roofe; perfect the worke of Power: I haue no being, while she there doth sit, Subiect in sexe, but King, in rage of wit. Women! Behold, our sex I now improue: Malice were vaine, if Kings could it subdue: This rage reuiues the dead; restores my loue. Is this Ormus? Or is Ormus my hell, Where only Furies, and not Men, doe dwell? The poyson works; I feele my spirits faint; I must beseech; my Power is but complaint. Yet Wit! thou know'st what euery Power can doe; Be Strength to me. Can Mothers kill their owne? Selfe-loue will spare them. Why should I request? Words doe inflame. But ah! it Hala is: I must intreat. Her malice keepes no fashion: Though she haue all, that all is but one Passion. If I intreat; doth sense show where to wound? I owe it mine; doth that giue malice Power? Ah God! What shall I doe, that both within, and out, Authority haue lost? Vnused to request, Yet must, and will: Yet, euen in doing, know; Impossible, addes but more scorne to woe. Hala! I doe, with Nature, begge for thine. Harme me alone thy Husband, and thy King. Horror hath her degrees: there is excesse In all Reuenge, that may be done with lesse. Beyond the rule of Law, but not of Lou, This child was borne; this not in Loue, but Law. Before thy wrongs I had my passions free: And in reuenge shall ought else limit me? Innocent, thine owne, too yong for hate, or feare: His death doth only execration beare. In him thou art: in him I plague my lust, Where Sense, and Law, were traytors to affection. Beare children only but to Caine I must. Disease, or Griefe (I know not which) or both: Languish my powers: Hala! some respite giue; Spare him a while: I haue not long to liue. Hala! make haste to multiply this wretch; I must haue both his sense, and iudgement free: 'Tis horror, not disease, that honors me. " All you superiour Powers, which from aboue " Behold this earth; and earthly mischiefes rod! " Cast hence your eyes. These works are but for two: " For him, that suffers; and for me, that doe. Hala! then on: that Alaham may enrage, Enrage thou first. New married now am I: Remorse doth but for men in ambush lie. Earth! Stand'st thou fast vnder this vglinesse? And fal'st not downe to that infernall deepe, Which feares (perchance) worse than it selfe to keepe? Eyes! close your liddes: There is no more to doe: Yet know, you haue seene that before you die, Which no Age will beleeue; One worse than I.