Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Madam, My love to you and to that virtuous Lord Could do no less: I do assure your Ladyship The murderer has confessed, in hope of life, The circumstances, means, and opportunity Which you so fitly urged, and hath incensed The Duke so violently against yourself, That he has vowed your death, & doth intend A sharp revenge to all your family. And but I know Lucilio yet does live, Believe me Madam I should hate the fact, And be the first should feed my thirsty eyes With their best blood, that spilt least part of his. Alas Antonio, what would you have me do, When I beheld my daughter murdered thus 'Twixt love and hate, and I no means of help To take revenge, or comfort to my grief? Well Madam let's not stand to expostulate The cause; the act was foul, and (but the hand Of Heaven turned it from him 'gainst whom you meant it) Hateful, and worthy of the deep'st revenge. Your way is now to shun the furious wrath The Duke's inflamed with, and for a while Lie close in some disguise, till the lost Prince Make his return, who doubtless will ere long Give notice to myself where he remains: And for your farther assurance Lady, I'll take Some strange attire with you, and we will both Be present at the Execution. Where you shall hear perhaps the latest words The murderer will speak against yourself, And in the presence of the Duke avouch Your guiltiness. Thanks good Antonio, There the gift is free, When 'tis bestowed on deepest misery. Lie there thou gentle weed, that hast prolonged A weary life, thou whose dissembling shape Has helped me reach the place which drew that life As an attractive Loadstone to its end. Some friendly Passenger will for this reward Bestow perhaps a burial on my corpse; And be my death as freely exempt from sight. As is my grief, that never innocent eyes May be infected with those fumes of guilt My latest gasp breathes forth, reserved till now To be unfortunate in all save this, That I shall sacrifice my dearest blood Upon that Altar where Lucilio died, And let one air receive our joined spirits And sacrifices to faith's Deity. And witness now you zealous thoughts of love, Witness the vows my affection held so dear, My soul comes unconstrained to you dear Lord, And parts as freely from a gladsome heart, As ere it wished to enjoy the lively sight Of your desired presence— Awake my fancy, do mine eyes conspire To aggravate my grief, or does the strong Imagination of my loss present the shape Of his dead person to my troubled sense? What strange confused passions 'gin to raise A stormy combat twixt my mind and death! Though safely now arrived within the Port Where for exchange of breath I shall regain The long desired presence of her soul That hovers in expectation of my coming.
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Madam, My love to you and to that vertuous Lord Could doe no leſſe: I doe aſſure your Ladiſhip The murderer has confeſs'd, in hope of life, The circumſtances, meanes, and opportunity Which you ſo fitly urg'd, and hath incens'd The Duke ſo violently againſt your ſelfe, That he has vow'd your death, & doth intend A ſharp revenge to all your family. And but I know Lucilio yet does live, Beleeve me Madam I ſhould hate the fact, And be the firſt ſhould feed my thirſty eyes With their beſt blood, that ſpilt leaſt part of his. Alas Antonio, what would you have me doe, When I beheld my daughter murdred thus 'Twixt love and hate, and I no meanes of help To take revenge, or comfort to my griefe? Well Madam let's not ſtand to expoſtulate The cauſe; the act was foule, and (but the hand Of Heaven turn'd it from him 'gainſt whō you meant it) Hatefull, and worthy of the deep'ſt revenge. Your way is now to ſhun the furious wrath The Duke's enflamed with, and for a while Lie cloſe in ſome diſguiſe, till the loſt Prince Make his returne, who doubtleſſe will ere long Give notice to my ſelfe where he remaines: And for your farther aſſurance Lady, Ile take Some ſtrange attire with you, and we will both Be preſent at the Execution. Where you ſhall heare perhaps the lateſt words The murderer will ſpeake againſt your ſelfe, And in the preſence of the Duke avouch Your guiltineſſe. Thankes good Antonio, There the gift is free, When 'tis beſtow'd on deepeſt miſerie. Lie there thou gentle weed, that haſt prolong'd A weary life, thou whoſe diſſembling ſhape Has help'd me reach the place which drew that life As an attractive Load-ſtone to it's end. Some friendly Paſſinger will for this reward Beſtow perhaps a buriall on my Coarſe; And be my death as freely exempt from ſight. As is my griefe, that never innocent eyes May bee infected with thoſe fumes of guilt My lateſt gaſpe breathes forth, reſerv'd till now To bee unfortunate in all ſave this, That I ſhall ſacrifice my deareſt blood Vpon that Altar where Lucilio dyed, And let one aire receive our joyned ſpirits And ſacrifices to Faiths Deitie. And witneſſe now you zealous thoughts of love, Witneſſe the vowes my affection held ſo deare, My ſoule comes unconſtrain'd to you deare Lord, And parts as freely from a gladſome heart, As ere it wiſh'd to enjoy the lively ſight Of your deſired preſence— — Awake my fancy, doe mine eyes conſpire To aggravate my griefe, or does the ſtrong Imagination of my loſſe preſent the ſhape Of his dead perſon to my troubled ſenſe? What ſtrange confuſed paſſions 'gin to raiſe A ſtormy combate 'twixt my minde and death! Though ſafely now arriv'd within the Port Where for exchange of breath I ſhall regaine The long deſired preſence of her ſoule That hovers in expectation of my comming.