Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Under a homely habit many times, Virtue lies hid; this rustic weed conceals An Engine that can frustrate providence: When I attempt the death of any man, No town of Garrison, not his own house, Nor any place of sanctuary can save him: Nor doth my praise consist in this alone, That I command the life of whom I list; A desperate wretch may claim that privilege: He that is weary of his own, may be Lord of another's life; but such attempts Hatched only by a frenzy, seldom prosper: My actions are the fruits of a bold spirit, Tempered with judgement, done with secrecy: Hence is our brave profession found to be Of special use to awe the insolent, And secure those that seek to live in peace. What satisfaction is it to a man That receives wrong, to call his enemy forth, And then expose himself to equal hazard? Or in strict Commonwealths t'appeal to law, As if a feigned submission in set words Could cure the piercing sting of injury; No, 'tis assurance of a close revenge That plants civility, deters and keeps men From giving, and from suffering affronts; This benefit we bring to every man, Yes, and the public States of Italy, howe'er they censure our particular actions, Receive no small security from us; Treason would hardly find just punishment Within their narrow territories, if we Should not, like eager hounds, pursue the traitors, And make them know, that in another Country The justice of their own can overtake them; Let then the slothful tax us, that our ends Are not the public good, but private gain, Which we prefer above mankind; this is But what's objected to the soldier; he Will fight against his brother for reward, Men ought to follow their vocation; The fountain of our livelihood is profit, Without which, honour challenging the skill To nourish arts, cannot provide us clothes, Nor virtue, noised to be the greatest good, Procure us bread. Nor yet is our profession More cruel than the gravest; I have heard Of Lawyers, that are privileged to cut Their clients throats, with a perplexed Indenture, A parchment Saw. The learned Physician Following the long and beneficial way Of reverend Galen, by degrees will purge The humours of his Patient, till he leaves Nothing but bones for death, and hungry worms To gnaw upon; as for his pliant skin, That, while he lives, by pieces is pulled off, Till he be wholly flayed: the Usurer, is't not his use to bind men first in bonds, And bring 'em then to execution, Extending both their bodies and their lands Upon a rack; we are more pitiful, And by an unexpected way dispatch Quicker than lightning, or a cunning headsman, For all the ill of death is apprehension; How's Imperiale wronged? if when he hath But newly said his prayers, I release him From the ensuing miseries of age; And when that work's performed, my charity May do as much for Spinola himself, Provided I be offered like conditions: My hand of justice is not partial.
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VNder a homely habit many times, Vertue lyes hid; this ruſticke weed conceales An Engine that can fruſtrate providence: When I attempt the death of any man, No towne of Garriſon, not his owne houſe, Nor any place of ſanctuary can ſave him: Nor doth my praiſe conſiſt in this alone, That I command the life of whom I liſt; A deſperate wretch may claime that priviledge: He that is weary of his owne, may be Lord of anothers life; but ſuch attempts Hatch't onely by a phrenſie, ſeldome proſper: My actions are the fruits of a bold ſpirit, Temper'd with judgement, done with ſecrecy: Hence is our brave profeſſion found to be Of ſpeciall uſe to awe the inſolent, And ſecure thoſe that ſeeke to live in peace. What ſatisfaction is it to a man That receives wrong, to call his enemy forth, And then expoſe himſelfe to equall hazard? Or in ſtrict Common-wealths t'appeale to law, As if a feyn'd ſubmiſſion in ſet words Could cure the piercing ſting of injury; No, 'tis aſſurance of a cloſe revenge That plants civility, deters and keeps men From giving, and from ſuffering affronts; This benefit we bring to every man, Yes, and the publicke States of Italy, How ere they cenſure our particular actions, Receive no ſmall ſecurity from us; Treaſon would hardly finde juſt puniſhment Within their narrow territories, if we Should not, like eager hounds, purſue the traytors, And make them know, that in another Country The juſtice of their owne can overtake them; Let then the ſloathfull taxe us, that our ends Are not the publicke good, but private gaine, Which we preferre above mankinde; this is But what's objected to the ſouldier; he Will fight againſt his brother for reward, Men ought to follow their vocation; The fountaine of our livelyhood is profit, Without which, honour challenging the skill To nouriſh arts, cannot provide us clothes, Nor vertue, noys'd to be the greateſt good, Procure us bread. Nor yet is our profeſſion More cruell then the graveſt; I have heard Of Lawyers, that are priviledg'd to cut Their clyents throats, with a perplext Indenture, A parchment Saw. The learn'd Phyſitian Following the long and beneficiall way Of reverend Galen, by degrees will purge The humours of his Patient, till he leaves Nothing but boes for death, and hungry wormes To gnaw upon; as for his pliant skinne, That, while he lives, by pieces is pul'd off, Till he be wholly flea'd: the Vſurer, I'ſt not his uſe to binde men firſt in bonds, And bring 'um then to execution, Extending both their bodies and their lands Vpon a racke; we are more pitifull, And by an unexpected way diſpatch Quicker then lightning, or a cunning headſ-man, For all the ill of death is apprehenſion; How's Imperiale wrong'd? if when he hath But newly ſaid his prayers, I releaſe him From the enſuing miſeries of age; And when that work's perform'd, my charity May doe as much for Spinola himſelfe, Provided I be offer'd like conditions: My hand of juſtice is not partiall.