Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
But was he not to be acknowledged valiant? That attribute his foes did not deny him: Had these contrived lines contained but this, Brave Doria's slain, a torrent, hence, had gushed, That like Alpheus, had through earth and sea Wandered unmixed, till in the gulf of death, It should have lost itself in seeking him. But when I find impossibilities Basely obtruded, my true love disdains To lend belief to any circumstance. Mars could as soon be frighted from his sphere, As he from any charge he undertook: 'Tis a malicious scandal; and although My nature ev'n abhors to use a stranger With any incivility, yet I'm forced To tax the bearer with this vild imposture. By great Saint George, the Patron of this State, Doria himself is not more innocent. That name is sacred, let me then conjure thee To answer truly but to this one question. I shall. Was there before you left the Army. Any report of this sad news you brought? I dare not say there was. The Palace cracks When such a pillar falls, the General One of those many which my fortune wood, Envious that Doria gained both that and me: And knowing well, that valour alwaies i The special object of a noble love, Attempted thus to shake my constancy: But if the fates should prove so cruel to me, To make me survive him; this is my vow, To stand for ever like sad Niobe, A weeping statue to his memory. Never did such a virtuous courage reft In the calm harbour of a virgin's breast. AS the fly Fowler, having over night, Set cunningly his artificial net, Early returns, with an assured hope To find the foul ensnared, so are my thoughts Wholly possessed with present expectation Of the glad news of my successful plot; The managing whereof, I never can Within myself sufficiently applaud: I have not like rash Piso, foolishly Dispersed my trust, nor like the sons of Brutus, Disclosed my secret, where a servant might Discover, and betray; my wariness In a safe garden whispered my design, And but to one, that if it should miscarry, And he through fear or punishment confess, Yet I am sure to have but one accuser, Whose testimony my power and bold denial Would easily convince; but these mistrusts Are altogether needless: I may be As confident as those Sicilians, Who when their chief confederate was surprised, So much relied upon his resolution, As that not any one of them would fly, And so conceal their bold conspiracy. Behold my kinsmen bringing joyful news. OH that I were snatched up into the sky! And there transformed into a cloud, that so I might dissolve into a shower of tears. Can the day see such mischief, and be seen? And not make haste to shroud his guilty head Under the gloomy Canopy of night? What earthquake? what prodigious spectacle Hath struck you both with horror? Oh he's dead! Why should that so amaze or you? or me? Since death must be the lot of every man.
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But was he not to be acknowledg'd valiant? That attribute his foes did not deny him: Had theſe contrived lines contain'd but this, Brave Doria's ſlaine, a torrent, hence, had guſht, That like Alpheus, had through earth and ſea Wander'd unmixt, till in the gulfe of death, It ſhould have loſt it ſelfe in ſeeking him. But when I finde impoſſibilities Baſely obtruded, my true love diſdaines To lend beliefe to any circumſtance. Mars could as ſoone be frighted from his ſpheare, As he from any charge he undertooke: 'Tis a malitious ſcandall; and although My nature ev'n abhors to uſe a ſtranger With any incivility, yet I'm forc't To taxe the bearer with this vilde impoſture. By great Saint George, the Patron of this State, Doria himſelfe is not more innocent. That name is ſacred, let me then conjure thee To anſwer truely but to this one queſtion. I ſhall. Was there before you left the Army. Any report of this ſad newes you brought? I dare not ſay there was. The Pallace cracks When ſuch a pillar fals, the Generall One of thoſe many which my fortune wood, Envious that Doria gain'd both that and me: And knowing well, that valour alwaies i The ſpeciall obiect of a noble love, Attempted thus to ſhake my conſtancy: But if the fates ſhould prove ſo cruell to me, To make me ſurvive him; this is my vow, To ſtand for ever like ſad Niobe, A weeping ſtatue to his memory. Never did ſuch a vertuous courage reft In the calme harbour of a Virgins breſt. AS the flye Fowler, having over night, Set cunningly his artificiall net, Early returnes, with an aſſured hope To finde the fowle inſnar'd, ſo are my thoughts Wholly poſſeſt with preſent expectation Of the glad newes of my ſucceſſefull plot; The mannaging whereof, I never can Within my ſelfe ſufficiently applaud: I have not like raſh Piſo, fooliſhly Diſpers't my truſt, nor like the ſonnes of Brutus, Diſclos'd my ſecret, where a ſervant might Diſcover, and betray; my warineſſe In a ſafe garden whiſper'd my deſigne, And but to one, that if it ſhould miſcarry, And he through feare or puniſhment confeſſe, Yet I am ſure to have but one accuſer, Whoſe teſtimony my power and bold denyall Would eaſily convince; but theſe miſtruſts Are altogether needleſſe: I may be As confident as thoſe Sicilians, Who when their chiefe confederate was ſurpriz'd, So much relide upon his reſolution, As that not any one of them would flie, And ſo conceale their bold conſpiracy. Behold my kinſmen bringing joyfull newes. OH that I were ſnatcht up into the skye! And there transform'd into a cloud, that ſo I might diſſolve into a ſhower of teares. Can the day ſee ſuch miſchiefe, and be ſeene? And not make haſte to ſhrowd his guilty head Vnder the gloomy Canopy of night? What earthquake? what prodigious ſpectacle Hath ſtrucke you both with horror? Oh he's dead! Why ſhould that ſo amaze or you? or me? Since death muſt be the lot of every man.