Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
HOw comes it, dear, that the clear sky, thy looks, Is suddenly o'ercast? what misty vapour Hath raised those stormy clouds? can bright Aurora Rise cheerfully from shriveled Tythons bed? And thou so discontentedly from mine? But I'll not doubt the cause to spring from me, Rather from fear of young Prince Doria's safety, Whose great affairs perhaps have made him stretch His promise to the utmost, not to break it, Though he could not prevent our expectation, He'll not deceive't, but like th'approaching Sun, Will soon expel these mists, and cheer our hearts. I am solicitous, I must confess Of his return, whom we have long expected, To whom we have designed our only daughter, And with her both our fortunes and our loves: But the true cause of all these perturbations Which you discover in my countenance, Is a strange dream (heaven make it but a dream) And I perhaps should but have thought it so, Had not my daughter, ev'n this very night, And the same hour, as near as we can guess, With the like vision been disquieted: methought we harboured in our house a Wolf, Bred up so tame, that all did handle him, Which like a dog would fawn on them that beat him, Till on a time, accompanied with another Of his own race, he rushed into the chamber Where I together with my Daughter sat, There they resumed their native cruelty: The one assaulted her, the other me, And tearing first our jewels from our necks, They made us both at length their feral prey: Oh, how the terror of that dreadful vision Affrights my Soule! I tremble when I thinke on'c? methought the heartstrings of Prince Doria cracked At the dire news, it proved the overthrow Of our whole Family: we differ but in this, The Savage executioners to me Seemed to be Bears, creatures as bloody as wolves. It is no wonder that your dreams concurred, Since there is that relation in your blood: I must believe, you had the day before Communicated some sad thoughts together, Which in the night your wakeful fantasies From a like temperature of brain reduced Into like forms, suggesting that for truth Which is at best but fond imagination; What can be vainer than a woman's dream? 'tis less to be regarded then her tears, Which are prepared to flow at her command. Cassandra's true predictions were despised. And well they might, had Troy been provident. Many at length deplore their unbelief. But more lament their rash credulity. Future events by dreams have been revealed. So did old wizards doubtful things unfold By flights of birds, such witchcrafts now are seized, And we from those dark errors are released: To talk of visions is an indiscretion, Practised by Children, and distempered persons: Go then; prepare yourselves for solid joys, On this day the Republic yearly pays A retribution to our Family, And as I hear (the time being Carnival) Some mirth shall season our solemnity; If Doria come today, as we expect, To morrow nothing shall be heard of us But songs of Hymen and Thalassius.
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HOw comes it, deare, that the clear sky, thy looks, Is ſuddenly o're-caſt? what miſty vapour Hath rais'd thoſe ſtormy clouds? can bright Aurora Riſe cheerfully from ſhrivel'd Tythons bed? And thou ſo diſcontentedly from mine? But I'le not doubt the cauſe to ſpring from me, Rather from feare of yong Prince Doria's ſafety, Whoſe great affaires perhaps have made him ſtretch His promiſe to the utmoſt, not to breake it, Though he could not prevent our expectation, He'l not deceive't, but like th'approaching Sunne, Will ſoone expell theſe miſts, and cheere our hearts. I am ſolicitous, I muſt confeſſe Of his returne, whom we have long expected, To whom we have deſign'd our onely daughter, And with her both our fortunes and our loves: But the true cauſe of all theſe perturbations Which you diſcover in my countenance, Is a ſtrange dreame (heaven make it but a dreame) And I perhaps ſhould but have thought it ſo, Had not my daughter, ev'n this very night, And the ſame houre, as neere as we can gueſſe, With the like viſion been diſquieted: Me thought we harbour'd in our houſe a Wolfe, Bred up ſo tame, that all did handle him, Which like a dogge would fawne on them that beat him, Til on a time, accompanied with another Of his owne race, he ruſh't into the chamber Where I together with my Daughter ſate, There they reſum'd their native crueltie: The one aſſaulted her, the other me, And tearing firſt our Iewells from our necks, They made us both at length their farall prey: Oh, how the terrour of that dreadfull viſion Affrights my Soule! I tremble when I thinke on'c? Me thought the heartſtrings of Prince Doria crack'r At the direnewes, it prov'd the overthrowe Of our whole Family: we differ but in this, The Savadge executioners to me Seem'd to be Beares, creatures as bloody as wolves. It is no wonder that your dreames concurr'd, Since there is that relation in your blood: I muſt beleeve, you had the day before Communicated ſome ſad thoughts together, Which in the night your wakefull fantaſies From a like temperature of braine reduc't Into like formes, ſuggeſting that for truth Which is at beſt but fond imagination; What can be vainer then a womans dreame? T'is leſſe to be regarded then her teares, Which are prepar'd to flow at her command. Caſſandra's true predictions were diſpis'd. And well they might, had Troy bin provident. Many at length deplore their unbeleife. But more lament their raſh credulitie. Future events by dreames have bin reveal'd. So did old wiſards doubtfull things vnfould By flights of birds, ſuch witchcrafts now are ſeas'd, And we from thoſe darke errours are releas'd: To talke of viſions is an indiſcretion, Practis'd by Children, and diſtemperd perſons: Go then; prepare your ſelves for ſolid joyes, On this day the Republick yearly paies A retribution to our Familie, And as I heare (the time being Carnivall) Some mirth ſhall ſeaſon our ſolemnitie; If Doria come to day, as we expect, To morow nothing ſhall be heard of us But ſongs of Hymen and Thalaſſius.