Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Hard by the King I spied Polynices, In golden glistering arms most richly clad, Whose person many a stately prince empaled, And many a comely crowned head enclosed: At sight of me his colour strait he changed, And like a loving child, in clasped arms He caught me up, and friendly kissed my cheek, Then hearing what his mother did demand With glad consent according to her hest Gave me his hand, to come unto the court, Of mutual truce desirous so he seemed, He asked me of Antigone and Ismena, But chiefly unto thee above the rest He gave me charge most heartily to commend him. The gods give grace he may at length possess His kingly right, and I his wished sight. Daughter no more, 'tis time ye now return: It stands not with the honour of your state Thus to be seen suspiciously abroad: For vulgar tongues are armed evermore With slanderous brute to blemish the renown Of virtues dames, which though at first it spring Of slender cause, yet doth it swell so fast, As in short space it filleth every ear With swift report of undeserved blame: You cannot be to curious of your name: Fond show of evil (though still the mind be chaste) Decays the credit often, that Ladies had, Sometimes the place presumes a wanton mind: Repair sometimes of some, doth hurt their honour: Sometimes the light and garish proud attire Persuades a yielding bent of pleasing youths. The voice that goeth of your unspotted fame, Is like a tender flower, that with the blast Of every little wind doth fade away. Go in dear child, this way will I go see If I can meet thy brother Polynices. IF greedy lust of man's ambitious eye (That thirsteth so for sway of earthly things) Would eke foresee, what mischiefs grow thereby, What careful toil to quiet state it brings, What endless grief from such a fountain springs: Then should he swim in seas of sweet delight, That now complains of fortunes cruel spite. For than he would so safely shield himself With sacred rules of wisdoms sage advise, As no alluring train of trustless pelf, To fond affects his fancy should entice, Then wary heed would quickly make him wise: Where contrary (such is our skilless kind) We most do seek, that most may hurt the mind. Amid the troop of these unstable toys, Some fancies lo to beauty must be bend, Some hunt for wealth, and some set all their joys, In regal power of princely government, Yet none of these from care are clean exempt: For either they be got with grievous toil, Or in the end foregone with shameful foil. This flitting world doth firmly naught retain, Wherein a man may boldly rest his trust, Such fickle chance in fortune doth remain, As when she lust, she threateneth whom she lust, From high renown to throw him in the dust: Thus may we see that each triumphing joy By fortune's frown is turned to annoy.
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Harde by the King I ſpied Polynice, In golden gliſtring armes moſt richely cladde, Whoſe perſon many a ſtately prince enpalde, And many a comely crowned head encloſde: At ſight of me his colour ſtraight he chaungde, And like a louing childe, in claſped armes He caught me vp, and frendly kiſt my cheke, Then hearing what his mother did demaunde With glad conſent according to hir heſt Gaue me his hand, to come vnto the court, Of mutuall truce deſirous ſo he ſéemde, He aſkt me of Antygone and Iſmena, But chiefelie vnto thée aboue the reſt He gaue me charge moſt heartly to commend him. The gods giue grace he may at length poſſeſſe His kingly right, and I his wiſhed ſight. Daughter no more, t'is time ye nowe returne: It ſtandes not with the honor of your ſtate Thus to be ſeene ſuſpiciouſly abrode: "For vulgar tongues are armed euermore "With ſlaunderous brute to bleamiſhe the renoume "Of vertues dames, which though at firſt it ſpring "Of ſlender cauſe, yet doth it ſwell ſo faſt, "As in ſhort ſpace it filleth euerie eare "With ſwifte reporte of vndeſerued blame: "You cannot be to curious of your name: "Fond ſhewe of euill (though ſtill the minde be chaſt) "Decayes the credite oft, that Ladies had, "Sometimes the place preſumes a wanton mynde: "Repayre ſometymes of ſome, doth hurt their honor: "Sometimes the light and gariſhe proude attire "Perſuades a yelding bent of pleaſing youthes. The voyce that goeth of your vnſpotted fame, Is like a tender floure, that with the blaſt Of euerie litle winde doth fade away. Goe in déere childe, this way will I goe ſée If I can méete thy brother Polynice. IF gréedie luſt of mans ambitious eye (That thriſteth ſo for ſwaye of earthly things) Would eke foreſee, what miſchefes growe therby, What carefull toyle to quiet ſtate it brings, What endleſſe griefe from ſuch a fountaine ſprings: Then ſhould he ſwimme in ſeas of ſwéete delight, That nowe complaines of fortunes cruell ſpight. For then he would ſo ſafely ſhielde himſelfe With ſacred rules of wiſdomes ſage aduiſe, As no alluring trayne of truſtles pelfe, To fonde affectes his fancie ſhould entiſe, Then warie héede would quickly make him wiſe: Where contrary (ſuch is our ſkilleſſe kind) We moſt doe ſéeke, that moſt may hurt the minde. Amid the troupe of theſe vnſtable toyes, Some fancies loe to beautie muſt be bent, Some hunt for wealth, and ſome ſet all their ioyes, In regall power of princely gouernement, Yet none of theſe from care are cleane exempt: For either they be got with grieuous toyle, Or in the end forgone with ſhamefull foyle. This flitting world doth firmely nought retaine, Wherin a man may boldly reſt his truſt, Such fickle chaunce in fortune doth remaine, As when ſhe luſt, ſhe threatneth whom ſhe luſt, From high renoume to throwe him in the duſt: Thus may we ſée that eche triumphing ioye By fortunes froune is turned to annoye.