Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Father we will, but should we live again, You would not yet relent, and yield our loves The sufferance you see the Heavens have done. By Heavens I would; nor should the potentest hand Of earth resist your present Nuptials. Then we'll be ghosts no more, but ever sue For your mild sufferance of our happiness. Wonder and amazement do not oppress me! O we are blessed beyond desert! Yet is my joy but small amidst your many, Since you have burnt my innocent Mother, And razed our Family. No my dear daughter, see I safely live ne'er blessed till now, and now overjoy with bliss, Then joys would be complete had I not lost By thy vile murderous hand so dear a friend. Your friend still lives, and never felt his life Sweet till this instant, when I may behold These joys combined. Why then there nothing wants But celebration of your Nuptials, Which we will do with greater signs of joy, Than we had grief in your supposed Funerals. But whose death is this murderer guilty of? Only Alastor's, a fellow as wicked as himself. We give him then his life, but banish him From our Dominions: and for this strange event We will expect a farther leisure To hear the whole discovery of the chance, And leave the rest to mirth, that shall command In all our Feasts, and whom we'll Crown as King, To be chief Lord in all our Banqueting. judging Spectators all, for this we know, That either you are such, or should be so, Now to your censures lowly as his mind Our Author all submits, and hopes to find In such a fair assembly no such eyes As scout at Theatres, and come like flies To taint the innocentest labours with their tongues, Raising their richest gains from others wrongs: If such an envious Canker hap to lurk Here, and hath only sat to tax the work With curious scanning; let that envy know He scorns his censure only, and can show 'Gainst all such laboured hisses, Perseus' Shield, In such a fearless Pen as ne'er shall yield, Till his cold merits do his worth bewray, Or make himself a mewing Statua. Nor is he of those self-admiring Apes That think none's features fair, whose birth escapes Their labouring brains; he hears and sees, and knows, And yields all reverence to the worth of those Whom solid Art extols, and unto such He humbly veils his Scene, that for the touch Of unaffecting censures hither came; He sought your mirth more than a poet's name.
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Father we will, but ſhould we live againe, You would not yet relent, and yeeld our loves The ſufferance you ſee the Heavens have done. By Heavens I would; nor ſhould the potent'ſt hand Of earth reſiſt your preſent Nuptials. Then wee'll be ghoſts no more, but ever ſue For your mild ſufferance of our happineſſe. Wonder and amazement do not oppreſſe me! O we are bleſt beyond deſert! Yet is my joy but ſmall amidſt your many, Since you have burnt my innocent Mother, And razd our Family. No my deare daughter, ſee I ſafely live Ne'r bleſt till now, and now o'r-joyd with bliſſe, Then joyes would be compleate had I not loſt By thy vile murderous hand ſo deare a friend. Your friend ſtill lives, and never felt his life Sweet till this inſtant, when I may behold Theſe joyes combin'd. Why then there nothing wants But celebration of your Nuptials, Which we will doe with greater ſignes of joy, Then we had griefe in your ſuppoſed Funeralls. But whoſe death is this murderer guilty of? Onely Alaſtors, a fellow as wicked as himſelf. We give him then his life, but baniſh him From our Dominions: and for this ſtrange event We will expect a farther leiſure To heare the whole diſcovery of the chance, And leave the reſt to mirth, that ſhall command In all our Feaſts, and whom wee'll Crowne as King, To be chiefe Lord in all our Banquetting. IVdging Spectators all, for this wee know, That either you are ſuch, or ſhould be ſo, Now to your cenſures lowly as his minde Our Authour all ſubmits, and hopes to finde In ſuch a faire aſſembly no ſuch eyes As ſcoute at Theaters, and come like flies To taint the innocent'ſt labours with their tongues, Raiſing their richeſt gaines from others wrongs: If ſuch an envious Canker hap to lurke Here, and hath onely ſate to taxe the worke With curious ſcanning; let that envy know He ſcornes his cenſure onely, and can ſhow 'Gainſt all ſuch labour'd hiſſes, Perſeus Shield, In ſuch a fearleſſe Pen as ne'r ſhall yeeld, 'Till his cold merits doe his worth bewray, Or make himſelfe a mewing Statua. Nor is he of thoſe ſelf-admiring Apes That thinke none's features faire, whoſe birth eſcapes Their labouring braines; hee heares and ſees, and knowes, And yeelds all reverence to the worth of thoſe VVhom ſolid Art extols, and unto ſuch Hee humbly vailes his Scene, that for the touch Of unaffecting cenſures hither came; Hee ſought your mirth more than a Poets name.