Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Needs there any new ones, where the breach is made already? you are entered here— long since (Sir) here, and I have given up all. All but the Fort, and in such wars, as these, till that be yielded up, there is no peace, nor triumph to be made; come! undo, undo, and from these envious clouds slide quick into Love's proper Sphere, thy bed: The weary traveller, whom the busy Sun hath vexed all day, and scorched almost to tinder, ne'er longed for night, as I have longed for this. What rude hand is that? Go Iolina, see, but let none enter— 'Tis Ziriff, Sir. Oh— Something of weight hath fall'n out it seems, which in his zeal he could not keep till morning. But one short minute, Dear, into that chamber.— How now? thou startest, as if thy sins had met thee, or thy Father's ghost; what news man? Such as will send the blood of hasty messages unto the heart, and make it call all that is man about you into council; where's the Princess, Sir? Why? what of her? The King must have her— How? The King must have her (Sir) Though fear of worse makes ill, still relish better, and this look handsome in our friendship, Ziriff, yet so severe a preparation—, there needed not: come, come! what ist? A Guard! Thersames, thou art lost; betrayed by faithless and ungrateful man, out of a happiness:— the very thought of that, will lend my anger so much noble justice, that wert thou master of as much fresh life, as thoust been of villainy, it should not serve, nor stock thee out, to glory, or repent the least of it. Put up: put up! such unbecoming anger I have not seen you wear before. What? draw upon your friend, do you believe me right now?— I scarce believe mine eyes:— Zorannes'. The same, but how preserved, or why thus long disguised to you, a freer hour must speak: That y'are betrayed is certain, but by whom, unless the Priest himself, I cannot guess more than the marriage, though he knows not of: if you now send her on these early summons before the sparks are grown into a flame, you do redeem th'offence, or make it less; and (on my life) yet his intents are fair, and he will but besiege, not force affection. So you gain time; if you refuse, there's but one way; you know his power and passion. Into how strange a labyrinth am I now fall'n! what shall I do Zorannes'? Do (Sir) as Seamen, that have lost their light and way: strike sail, and lie quiet a while. Your forces in the Province are not yet in readiness, nor is our friend Zephines arrived at Delphos; nothing is ripe, besides— Good heavens, did I but dream that she was mine? upon imagination did I climb up to this height? let me then wake and die, some courteous hand snatch me from what's to come, and ere my wrongs have being, give them end:
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Needs there any new ones, where the breach is made already? you are entred here— long since (Sir) here, and I have giv'n up all. All but the Fort, and in such wars, as these, till that be yeilded up, there is no peace, nor triumph to be made; come! undoe, undoe, and from these envious clouds slide quicke into Loves proper Sphere, thy bed: The wearie traveller, whom the busie Sunne hath vex't all day, and scortch'd almost to tinder, nere long'd for night, as I have long'd for this. What rude hand is that? Goe Iolina, see, but let none enter— 'Tis Ziff, Sir. —Oh— Something of weight hath falne out it seemes, which in his zeale he could not keepe till morning. But one short minute, Deare, into that chamber.— How now? thou start'st, as if thy sinnes had met thee, or thy Fathers ghost; what newes man? Such as will send the blood of hastie messages unto the heart, and make it call all that is man about you into councell; where's the Princesse, Sir? Why? what of her? The King must have her— How? The King must have her (Sir) Though feare of worse makes ill, still relish better, and this looke handsome in our friendship, Ziriff, yet so severe a preparation—, there needed not: come, come! what ist? A Guard! Thersames, thou art lost; betray'd by faithlesse and ungratefull man, out of a happinesse:— the verie thought of that, will lend my anger so much noble justice, that wert thou master of as much fresh life, as th'ast beene of villany, it should not serve, nor stocke thee out, to glorie, or repent the least of it. Put up: put up! such unbecomming anger I have not seene you weare before. What? draw upon your friend, doe you beleeve me right now?— I scarce beleeve mine eyes:—Zorannes. The same, but how preserv'd, or why thus long disguis'd to you, a freer houre must speake: That y'are etraid is certaine, but by whom, unlesse the Priest himselfe, I cannot ghesse mor than the marriage, though he knowes not of: if you now send her on these early summons fore the sparks are growne into a flame, you doe redeeme th'offence, or make it lesse; and (on my life) yet his intents are faire, and he will but besiege, not force affection. So you gaine time; if you refuse, there's ut one way; you know his power and passion. Into how strange a labyrinth am I now falne! what shall I doe Zorannes? Doe (Sir) as Sea-men, that have lost their light and way: strike saile, and lye quiet a while. Your forces in the Province are not yet in readinesse, nor is our friend Zephines arriv'd at Delphos; nothing is ripe, besides— Good heavens, did I but dreame that she was mine? upon imagination did I climbe up to this height? let mee then wake and dye, some courteous hand snatch mee from what's to come, and ere my wrongs have being, give them end: