Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Yes into Ziriff Sir. That Ziriff was thy brother, brave Zorannes' preserved by miracle in that sad day thy father fell, and since thus in disguise, waiting his just revenge. You do amaze me, Sir. And must do more, when I tell all the Story. The King, the jealous King, knew of the marriage, and when thou thought'st thyself by my direction, thou wert his Prisoner; unless I would renounce all right, and cease to love thee, (o strange, and fond request!) immured thou must have been in some sad place, and locked for ever, from Thersames sight. For ever— and that unable to endure this night, I did attempt his life. Was it well done Sir? O no! extremely Ill! for to attempt and not to act was poor: here the dead-doing Law, (like ill-paid Soldiers) leaves the side 'twas on, to join with power. Royal villainy now will look so like to Justice, that the times to come and curious posterity, will find no difference: weep'st thou Aglaura? come, to bed my Love! and we will there mock Tyranny, and Fate, those softer hours of pleasure, and delight, that like so many single pearls, should have adorned our thread of life, we will at once, by Love's mysterious power, and this nights help contract to one, and make but one rich draught of all. What mean you Sir? To make myself incapable of misery, by taking strong preservative of happiness: I would this night enjoy thee: Do: Sir, do what you will with me, for I am too much yours, to deny the right however claimed— but— But what Aglaura? Gather not roses in a wet and frowing hour, they'll lose their sweets then, trust me they will Sir. What pleasure can Love take to play his game out, when death must keep the Stakes— hark Sir— grave bringers, and last minutes are at hand, hide, hide yourself, for Love's sake hide yourself. As soon the Sun may hide himself, as I. The Prince of Persia hide himself?— O talk not Sir; the Sun does hide himself when night and blackness comes— Never sweet Ignorance, he shines in th'other world then; and so shall I, if I set here in glory: Enter ye hasty seekers of life. Sorannez.— My brother! If all the joy within me come not out, to give a welcome to so dear an object, excuse it Sir; sorrow locks up all doors. If there be such a Toy about you, Sister, keep't for yourself, or lend it to the Prince; there is a dearth of that Commodity, and you have made it Sir. Now? what is the next mad thing you mean to do? will you stay here? when all the Court's beset like to a wood at a great hunt, and busy mischief hastes to be in view, and have you in her power—
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Yes into Zriffi Sir. That Ziriff was thy brother, brave Zorannes preserv'd by miracle in that sad day thy father fell, and since thus in disguise, waiting his just revenge. You doe amaze me, Sir. And must doe more, when I tell all the Storie. The King, the jealous King, knew of the marriage, and when thou thought'st thy selfe by my direction, thou wert his Prisoner; unlesse I would renounce all right, and cease to love thee, (o strange, and fond request ) immur'd thou must have beene in some sad place, and lockt for ever, from Thersames sight. For ever—and that unable to indure this night, I did attempt his life. Was it well done Sir? O no! extremely Ill! for o attempt and not to act was poore: here the dead-doing Law, (like ill-paid Souldiers) leaves the side 'twas on, to joyne with power. Royall villany now will looke so like to Justice, that the times to come and curious posteritie, will finde no difference: weep'st thou Aglaura? come, to bed my Love! and wee will there mock Tyrannie, and Fate, those softer houres of pleasure, and delight, that like so many single pearles, should have orn'd our thread of life, wee will at once, by Loves mysterious power, and this nights help contract to one, and make but one rich draught of all. What meane you Sir? To make my selfe incapable of miserie, by taking strong preservative of happinesse: I would this ght injoy thee: Doe: Sir, doe what you will with mee, for I am too much yours, to deny the right however claim'd—but— But what Aglaura? Gather not roses in a wet and frowing houre, they'll lose their sweets then, trust mee they will Sir. What pleasure can Love take to play his game out, when death must keepe the Stakes— harke Sir—grave bringers, and last minutes are at hand, hide, hide your selfe, for Loves sake hide your selfe. As soone the Sunne may hide himselfe, as I. The Prince of Persia hide himselfe?— O talke not Sir; the Sunne does hide himselfe when night and blacknesse comes— Never sweet Ignorance, he shines in th'other world then; and so shall I, if I set here in glorie: Enter yee hastie seekers of life. Soranne.— My brother! If all the joy within mee come not out, to give a welcome to so deare an oject, excuse it Sir; sorrow locks up all doores. If there be such a Toy about you, Sister, keep't for your selfe, or lend it to the Prince; there is a dearth of that Commoditie, and you have made it Sir. Now? what is the next mad thing you meae to doe? will you stay here? when all the Court's beset like to a wood at a great hunt, and busie mischiefe hastes to be in view, and have you in her power—