Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Let it suffice Antonio that thy friend Entreats thy silence; nor let thy curious love Question our farther projects; leave to inquire Till time and rumour shall disclose the Plot Of my intentions, whose unexpected end Shall stand beyond preventions murdering sight, And turn the edge of spleen upon itself: Thus much I will impart unto thy faith; What fits thee not to know, leave to desire. My Lord impute it not to curiousness That I have urged your patience to unfold What you intend; for by the hallowed name Of zealous friendship, which my heart retains Engraved by your deserts, 'tis only love That makes me thus seem jealous of your good However would your Grace but try my faith By making it a partner in your ills, Till having passed these storms, and been approved Inviolably firm, it may deserve The name of friend to which't has long aspired, Nay, now thou complement'st and dost afflict The tender love thy faith hath bred in me. I tell thee friend I must not trust the air 'Twixt thee and me; the nights concealing shades Shall never hear't disclosed: not that I fear Thy friendly silence; but the barren plot Of my invention, will admit but me Into the doubtful scene; I must alone Finish the Act my hopeless love began. O my Antonio! could my sorrows pour Into thy breast but half what I conceive, What could the spleen of potent envy add To the vast heaps of mischief, that do lie Upon my groveling fortunes, now cast down Beneath the base of misery and grief? When I must stand like to a senseless marble Frozen into a stone with strong respect Of filial duty, and see Althaea die, Thrown down by my ambitious love, that aimed At her transcendent virtues. This wounds my heart, And puts a fire to the cold melancholy That hath so long possessed my chillied spirits, And bids them seek revenge, that when fraud thinks To seize upon the neck of innocence, The repercussive flame that will result From their abhorred deeds, shall singe their wings, And make them fall as low as were their actions, Where they shall lie and view the ugly shapes Of all those mischiefs that attend oppression. But now conceal me friend, and be no more Inquisitive of the particulars, Report will soon divulge the scope of all. If absence cause inquiry after me. Let fall some speeches that I am withdrawn To a retired privateness awhile, Until Althaea's Tragedy be o'er, Not able to affront my ruined hopes. Nor stand Spectator at her guiltless death. So fare thee well, and if we never meet Remember that I lived and died thy friend. Do not torment my soul, but let me share Those passages of danger, that oppose Their hideous jaws against your innocent hopes; For at no greater rate man sells his breath, Then with a friend to buy a faithful death.
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Let it ſuffice Antonio that thy friend Entreats thy ſilence; nor let thy curious love Queſtion our farther projects; leave to enquire Till time and rumour ſhall diſcloſe the Plot Of my intentions, whoſe unexpected end Shall ſtand beyond preventions murdering ſight, And turne the edge of ſpleene upon it ſelfe: Thus much I will impart unto thy faith; What fits thee not to know, leave to deſire. My Lord impute it not to curiouſneſſe That I have urg'd your patience to unfold What you intend; for by the hallowed name Of zealous friendſhip, which my heart retaines Engrav'd by your deſerts, 'tis only love That makes me thus ſeeme jealous of your good However would your Grace but try my faith By making it a partner in your ils, Till having paſs'd theſe ſtormes, and beene approv'd Inviolably firme, it may deſerve The name of friend to which't has long aſpir'd, Nay, now thou complement'ſt and doſt afflict The tender love thy faith hath bred in me. I tell thee friend I muſt not truſt the ayre 'Twixt thee and mee; the nights concealing ſhades Shall never hear't diſclos'd: not that I feare Thy friendly ſilence; but the barren plot Of my invention, will admit but me Into the doubtfull ſcene; I muſt alone Finiſh the Act my hopeleſſe love began. O my Antonio! could my ſorrowes poure Into thy breaſt but halfe what I conceive, What could the ſpleene of potent envy adde To the vaſt heapes of miſchiefe, that doe lie Vpon my groveling fortunes, now caſt downe Beneath the baſe of miſerie and griefe? When I muſt ſtand like to a ſenſeleſſe marble Frozen into a ſtone with ſtrong reſpect Of filiall duty, and ſee Althea dye, Throwne downe by my ambitious love, that aym'd At her tranſcendent vertues. This wounds my heart, And puts a fire to the cold melancholy That hath ſo long poſſeſs'd my chillied ſpirits, And bids them ſeeke revenge, that when fraud thinks To ſeize upon the neck of innocence, The repercuſſive flame that will reſult From their abhorred deeds, ſhall ſinge their wings, And make them fall as low as were their actions, Where they ſhall lye and view the ugly ſhapes Of all thoſe miſchiefes that attend oppreſſion. But now conceale me friend, and be no more Inquiſitive of the particulars, Report will ſoone divulge the ſcope of all. If abſence cauſe inquiry after mee. Let fall ſome ſpeeches that I am withdrawne To a retired privateneſſe awhile, Vntill Althea's Tragedy be o'r, Not able to affront my ruin'd hopes. Nor ſtand Spectator at her guiltleſſe death. So fare thee well, and if we never meete Remember that I liv'd and dy'd thy friend. Doe not torment my ſoule, but let me ſhare Thoſe paſſages of danger, that oppoſe Their hideous jawes againſt your innocent hopes; For at no greater rate man ſels his breath, Then with a friend to buy a faithfull death.