Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
How ill this does become this hand, how much worse this suits with this, one of the two should go. The she within me says, it must be this— honour says this— and honour is Thersames friend. What is that she then? it is not a thing that sets a Price, not upon me, but on life in my name, leading me into doubt, which when 'tas done, it cannot light me out. For fear does drive to Fate, or Fate if we do fly, o'ertakes, and holds us, till or death, or infamy, or both doth cease us.— Ha!— would 'twere in again. Antiques and strange mishapes, such as the Porter to my Soul, mine Eye, was ne'er acquainted with, Fancy lets in, like a distracted multitude, by some strange accident pieced together, fear now afresh comes on, and charges Love to home. —Hee comes—hee comes— woman, if thou wouldst be the Subject of man's wonder, not his scorn hereafter, now show thyself. Sudden and fortunate. My better Angel sure did both infuse a strength, and did direct it. Aglaura! Brother— The same. So slow to let in such a longed for Guest? must Joy stand knocking Sister, come, prepare, prepare.— The King of Persia's coming to you straight! the King!— mark that. I thought how poor the Joys you brought with you, were in respect of those that were with me: Joys, are our hopes stripped of their fears, and such are mine; for know, dear Brother, the King is come already, and is gone— mark that. Is this instinct, or riddle? what King? how gone? The Cave will tell you more— Some sad mistake— thou hast undone us all. The Prince! the Prince! cold as the bed of earth he lies upon, as senseless too; death hangs upon his lips, like an untimely frost, upon an early Cherry; the noble Guest, his Soul, took it so ill that you should use his old Acquaintance so, that neither prayers, nor tears, can e'er persuade him back again.— hold, hold! we cannot sure part thus! Sister! Aglaura! Thersames is not dead, It is the Prince that calls— The Prince, where?— Tell me, or I will straight goeback again, into those groves of Gessemine, thou took'st me from, and find him out, or lose myself for ever. For ever.— I: there's it! for in those groves thou talk'st of, there are so many byways, and odd turnings, leading unto such wild and dismal places, that should weegoe without a guide, or stir before Heaven calls, 'tis strongly to be feared we there should wander up and down for ever, and be benighted to eternity!— Benighted to eternity?— What's that? Why 'tis to be benighted to eternity; to sit i'th' dark, and do I know not what; unriddle at our own sad cost and charge, the doubts the learned here do only move— What place have murderers brother there? for sure the murderer of the Prince must have a punishment that Heaven is yet to make.— How is religion fooled betwixt our loves, and fears? poor Girl, for aught that thou hast done, thy Chaplets may be fair and flourishing, as his in the Elysium:
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How ill this does become this hand, how much worse this suits with this, one of the two should goe. The shee within mee sayes, it must be this— honour sayes this—and honour is Thersames friend. What is that shee then? it is not a thing that sets a Price, not upon mee, but on life in my name, leading mee into doubt, which when 'tas done, it cannot light mee out. For feare does drive to Fate, or Fate if wee doe flie, oretakes, and holds us, till or death, or infamie, or both doth cease us.— Ha!—would 'twere in agen. Antiques and strange mishapes, such as the Porter to my Soule, mine Eye, was ne're acquainted with, Fancie lets in, like a distracted multitude, by some strange accident piec'd together, feare now afresh comes on, and charges Love to home. —Hee comes—hee comes— woman, if thou would'st be the Subject of mans wonder, not his scorne hereafter, now shew thy selfe. Sudden and fortunate. My better Angell sure did both infuse a strength, and did direct it. Aglaura! Brother— The same. So slow to let in such a long'd for Guest? must Joy stand knocking Sister, come, prepare, prepare.— The King of Persia's comming to you strait! the King!—marke that. I thought how poore the Joyes you brought with you, were in respect of those that were with mee: Joyes, are our hopes stript of their feares, and such are mine; for know, deare Brother, the King is come already, and is gone—marke that. Is this instinct, or riddle? what King? how gone? The Cave will tell you more— Some sad mistake—thou hast undone us all. The Prince! the Prince! cold as the bed of earth hee lies upon, as senslesse too; death hangs upon his lips, like an untimely frost, upon an early Cherrie; the noble Guest, his Soule, tooke it so ill that you should use his old Acquaintance so, that neither pray'rs, nor teares, can e're perswade him back againe.— hold, hold! wee cannot sure part thus! Sister! Aglaura! Thersames is not dead, It is the Prince that calls— The Prince, where?— Tell mee, or I will strait goeback againe, into those groves of Gessemine, thou took'st mee from, and finde him out, or lose my selfe for ever. For ever.—I: there's it! for in those groves thou talk'st of, there are so many by-wayes, and odd turnings, leading unto such wild and dismall places, that should weegoe without a guide, or stir before Heav'n calls, 'tis strongly to be feared wee there should wander up and downe for ever, and be benighted to eternitie!— Benighted to eternitie?—What's that? Why 'tis to be benighted to eternitie; to sit i'th' darke, and doe I know not what; unriddle at our owne sad cost and charge, the doubts the learned here doe onely move— What place have murtherers brother there? for sure the murtherer of the Prince must have a punishment that Heaven is yet to make.— How is religion fool'd betwixt our loves, and feares? poore Girle, for ought that thou hast done, thy Chaplets may be faire and flourishing, as his in the Elysium: