Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
You are the Queen of Fortune, and still ho A lasting Sceptre o'er that fickle Goddess (Fickle to others, to you true and constant) Your radiant light lends that blind Goddess eyes, And guides her to your service, making all Actions, nay losses steps to greater honour. The late defeat at Actium, which your error Perchance miscalls a loss, was Fortune's labour To make you greater, and remove your brightness Which was ill placed (as Diamonds coarsely set) From old Antonius to young Caesar's love, A fitter sphere for those fair eyes to shine in. Without these courtings, Thyreus, if great Caesar Please to embrace our friendship, we and Egypt Shall do him faithful service. Mighty Queen, If my rude speech have erred, I humbly beg That you would please to think it zeal in me To do my master service, and such service As he esteems the best, to gain your love, I oft have heard him (let your Majesty Not be offended with that truth I utter) Ravished with fame of your perfections, And noble spirit; call Antonius happy, Whom fortune brought to Egypt, to behold That Queen, whom he so much desired to see. But when his eyes beheld your portraiture Drawn by a skilful, and a faithful hand; He oft would say it was a likely seat To hold those Graces. Such perfections Were fit for none but Caesar's to admire. There was a Caesar, loved me once; but I Am not so proud to think it was my merit, Though he would say I did deserve far more Than he could utter, that great Julius, Whose name and actions filled the triple world. Though all in him were great, yet nothing greater Than his adopting so divine an heir. This Caesar, Madam, for your dearest love, Besides that power and greatness, which the world Both knows and fears, brings such a youth and beauty To plead for him, as in a mean estate Might move a Princess love: which that your eyes may better read, I here from him present His true, and most unflattered portraiture. The fairest form that ere these eyes beheld. Where all the best of each best model meets, Cupid's sweet smiles, lodged in the eye of Mars, Ganymed's cheek th' Imperial brow of Jove Where love and majesty are proud to dwell. His age, great Queen, is yet not thirty years. I ne'er till now saw beauty: but Thyreus May we repose a confidence in thee As our true friend? we will deserve thy love. To do divinest Cleopatra service Is all poor Thyreus' pride: in serving you I best discharge my duty to my master. Then briefly thus; because I would not have Any take notice of long privacy Twixt thee and me, and instantly w'expect Antonius here, I will devise some means How to deserve great Caesar's love, and act What he shall thank us for: meanwhile stay here With us, good Thyreus, for we cannot yet Dispatch thee with that message we intend.
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You are the Queen of Fortune, and ſtill ho A laſting Scepter ore that fickle Goddeſſe (Fickle to others, to you true and conſtant) Your radiant light lends that blinde Goddeſſe eyes▪ And guides her to your ſervice, making all Actions, nay loſſes ſteps to greater honour. The late defeat at Actium, which your errour Perchance miſcals a loſſe, was Fortunes labour To make you greater, and remove your brightneſſe Which was ill plac'd (as Diamonds courſly ſet) From old Antonius to yong Caeſar's love, A fitter ſphere for thoſe fair eys to ſhine in. Without theſe courtings, Thyreus, if great Caeſar Pleaſe to embrace our friendſhip, we and Aegypt Shall do him faithfull ſervice. Mighty Queen, If my rude ſpeech have err'd, I humbly beg That you would pleaſe to think it zeal in me To do my maſter ſervice, and ſuch ſervice As he eſteems the beſt, to gain your love, I oft have heard him (let your Majeſty Not be offended with that truth I utter) Raviſh'd with fame of your perfections, And noble ſpirit; call Antonius happy, Whom fortune brought to Aegypt, to behold That Queen, whom he ſo much deſir'd to ſee. But when his ey beheld your portraiture Drawn by a skilfull, and a faithfull hand; He oft would ſay it was a likely ſeat To hold thoſe Graces. Such perfections Were fit for none but Caeſar's to admire. There was a Caeſar, lov'd me once; but I Am not ſo proud to think it was my merit, Though he would ſay I did deſerve farre more Then he could utter, that great Julius, Whoſe name and actions fill'd the triple world. Though all in him were great, yet nothing greater Then his adopting ſo divine an heire. This Caeſar, Madam, for your deareſt love, Beſides that power and greatneſſe, which the world Both knows and fears, brings ſuch a youth and beautie To plead for him, as in a mean eſtate Might move a Princeſſe love: which that your eys may better read, I here from him preſent His true, and moſt unflatter'd portrairure. The faireſt form that ere theſe eys beheld. Where all the beſt of each beſt modell meets, Cupid's ſweet ſmiles, lodg'd in the eye of Mars, Gaymed's chek th' Imperiall brow of Jove Where love and majeſty are proud to dwell. His age, great Queen, is yet not thirty yeers. I nere till now ſaw beautie: but Thyreus May we repoſe a confidence in thee As our true friend? we will deſerve thy love. To do divineſt Cleopatra ſervice Is all poor Thyreus pride: in ſerving you I beſt diſcharge my dutie to my maſter. Then briefly thus; becauſe I would not have Any take notice of long privacie Twixt thee and me, and inſtantly w'expect Antonius here, I will deviſe ſome means How to deſerve great Caeſar's love, and act What he ſhall thank us for: mean while ſtay here With us, good Thyreus, for we cannot yet Diſpatch thee with that meſſage we entend.