Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Thou hast ●…come me, moved so handsomely for pity, that I will disinherit the elder brother, and from this hour be thy Convert, not thy Lover.— Ziriff, dispatch away— and he that brings news of the Prince's welfare, look that he have the same reward, we had decreed to him, brought tidings of his death. 'Tmust be a busy and bold hand, that would unlinke a chain the Gods themselves have made: peace to thy Thoughts: Aglaura— What ere he says believe him not Aglaura: for lust and rage ride high within him now: he knows Thersames made th'escape from hence, and does conceal it only for his ends: for by the favour of mistake and night, he hopes t'enjoy thee in the Prince's room; I shall be missed— else I would tell thee more; But thou mayest guess, for our condition admits no middle ways, either we must send them to Graves, or lie ourselves in dust:— Ha! 'tis a strange Act thought puts me now upon; yet sure my brother meant the self same thing, and my Thersames would have done't for me: to take his life, that seeks to take away the life of Life, (honour from me;) and from the world, the life of honour, Thersames; must needs be something sure, of kin to Justice. If I do fail, th'attempt howe'er was brave, and I shall have at worst a handsome grave— What? are we grown, Semanthe, night, and day? Must one still vanish when the other comes? Of all that ever Love did yet bring forth (and 't has been fruitful too,) this is the strangest Issue.— What my Lord? Hate, Semanthe. You do mistake, if I do shun you, 'tis, as bashful Debtors shun their Creditors, I cannot pay you in the self same coin, and am ashamed to offer any other. It is ill done, Semanthe, to plead bankrupt, when with such ease you may be out of debt; In love's dominions, native commodity is currant payment, change is all the Trade, and heart for heart, the richest merchandise. 'Twould here be mean my Lord, since mine would prove In your hands but a Counterfeit, and yours in mine worth nothing; Sympathy, not greatness, makes those Jewels rise in value. Sympathy! o teach but yours to love then, and two so rich no mortal ever knew. That heart would Love but ill that must be taught, such fires as these still kindle of themselves. In such a cold, and frozen place, as is thy breast? how should they kindle of themselves Semanthe? Ask? how the Flint can carry fire within? 'tis the least miracle that Love can do: Thou art thyself the greatest miracle, for thou art fair to all perfection, and yet dost want the greatest part of beauty, Kindness; thy cruelty (next to thyself,) above all things on earth takes up my wonder.
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Thou hast come mee, mov'd so handsomely for pitie, that I will dis-inherit the elder brother, and from this houre be thy Convert, not thy Lover.— Ziriff, dispatch away— and hee that brings newes of the Prince's welfare, looke that hee have the same reward, wee had decreed to him, brought tidings of his death. 'Tmust be a busie and bold hand, that would unlinke a chaine the Gods themselves have made: peace to thy Thoughts: Aglaura— What ere he sayes beleeve him not Aglaura: for lust and rage ride high within him now: hee knowes Thersames made th'escape from hence, and does conceale it only for his ends: for by the favour of mistake and night, hee hopes t'enjoy thee in the Prince's roome; I shall be mist—else I would tell thee more; But thou mayest ghesse, for our condition admits no middle wayes, either wee must send them to Graves, or lie our selves in dust:— Ha! 'tis a strange Act thought puts me now upon; yet sure my brother meant the selfe same thing, and my Thersames would have done't for mee: to take his life, that seekes to take away the life of Life, (honour from mee;) and from the world, the life of honour, Thersames; must needs be something sure, of kin to Justice. If I doe faile, th'attempt howere was brave, and I shall have at worst a handsome grave— What? are we growne, Semanthe, night, and day? Must one still vanish when the other comes? Of all that ever Love did yet bring forth (and 't has beene fruitfull too,) this is the strangest Issue.— What my Lord? Hate, Semanthe. You doe mistake, if I doe shun you, 'tis, as bashfull Debtors shun their Creditors, I cannot pay you in the selfe same coyne, and am asham'd to offer any other. It is ill done, Semanthe, to plead bankrupt, when with such ease you may be out of debt; In loves dominions, native commoditie is currant payment, change is all the Trade, and heart for heart, the richest merchandize. 'Twould here be meane my Lord, since mine would prove In your hands but a Counterfeit, and yours in mine worth nothing; Sympathy, not greatnesse, makes those Jewells rise in value. Sympathy! ô teach but yours to love then, and two so rich no mortall ever knew. That heart would Love but ill that must be taught, such fires as these still kindle of themselves. In such a cold, and frozen place, as is thy breast? how should they kindle of themselves Semanthe? Aske? how the Flint can carrie fire within? 'tis the least miracle that Love can doe: Thou art thy selfe the greatest miracle, for thou art faire to all perfection, and yet do'st want the greatest part of beautie, Kindnesse; thy crueltie (next to thy selfe,) above all things on earth takes up my wonder.