Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
The honour of this day chiefly belongs To you and to your family, but yet The benefit redounds to the whole State, Which every year is thankfully acknowledged. The State, by such acknowledgement invites All generous spirits beyond common duty To venture life and fortune for her safety. This common wealth that makes them truly happy That share the blessings of her government Disdains not, like a tyranny, to owe A benefit to subjects; nor rewards With banishment, in stead of bays, their merit: But hark, music proclaims the maskers coming, Be pleased to take your places, there are seats. I must crave leave to place your daughter, sir, She that is once betrothed is a Bride. 'Twere incivility in her, or us, If you request it, not to be uncivil, Sit down Angelica. Sit down, sit down, Our friends desires are in our house, commands. For Thalassius, for Thalassius. Though custom challengeth a liberty To take our wives and daughters forth to tread A measure without scandal, yet t'embrace, And whisper too, requires a better warrant Than carnival permission, it implies Domestic privilege, or an affronted. For Thalassius, for Thalassius. That voice was frequent at a public rape, But sacred hospitality forbids All jealousy of any ill intent. Not, as the Romans when they had betrayed The Sabine Virgins, do my glad friends make These acclamations of Thalassius, But rather as a more auspicious name Then that of drowsy and lascivious Hymen; Behold the late Ambassador himself Thus contradicts his own feigned embassy. My Doria! O perfect happiness! See how Prince Doria hath surprised us all, Transformed into a nuptial Deity. My doubt is in the better sense resolved: You may perceive y'are welcome by the joy Expressed both by my daughter, and my wife, In no dry compliment, but in a moist And silent Oratory. Which works more On my affections, than a golden tongue; But tell me my divine Angelica, How couldst thou at the tidings of my death, Put on a valiant incredulity? And when thou find'st me safe burst out in tears. To lend belief to any ill report Of a known friend, although averred with boldness, In common friendship were unpardonable, Much more in such a love as mine, which finding In a main part a manifest untruth Was for your honour bound to slight the rest: And though there be a contrariety In the true causes of our joy and grief, Yet both are often times expressed with tears, I could not entertain nor then nor now, The least suspicion of thy constancy, But truest love delights to please itself With such disguises, and to find by trials Our own assurance many ways confirmed: Nor had I ventured to disturb thy thoughts, Which thy discerning judgement did prevent, But that I had a present remedy. I might have safely tasted what the Mede, Or the fierce Parthian dips his arrows in, So long as there was such an antidote. Were I left helpless by Machaons art, Thy presence hath a virtue would restore me, Pandora on whom each Deity bestowed A several gift, was not endowed like thee.
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The honor of this day chiefely belongs To you and to your family, but yet The benefit redounds to the whole State, Which every yeare is thankfully acknowledged. The State, by ſuch acknowledgement invites All generous ſpirits beyond common duty To venture life and fortune for her ſafety. This common wealth that makes them truly happy That ſhare the bleſſings of her government Diſdaines not, like a tyranny, to owe A benefit to ſubiects; nor rewards With baniſhment, in ſtead of Bayes, their merit: But hark, muſicke proclaims the maskers comming, Be pleas'd to take your places, there are ſeats. I muſt crave leave to place your daughter, ſir, She that is once betrothed is a Bride. 'Twere incivility in her, or us, If you requeſt it, not to be uncivill, Sit downe Angelica. Sit downe, ſit downe, Our friends deſires are in our houſe, commands. For Thalaſſius, for Thalaſſius. Though cuſtome challengeth a liberty To take our wives and daughters forth to tread A meaſure without ſcandall, yet t'embrace, And whiſper too, requires a better warrant Then carnivall permiſſion, it implyes Domeſticke priviledge, or an affornt. For Thalaſſius, for Thalaſſius. That voyce was frequent at a publick rape, But ſacred hoſpitality forbids All jealouſie of any ill intent. Not, as the Romans when they had betraid The Sabine Virgins, do my glad friends make Theſe acclamations of Thalaſſius, But rather as a more auſpicious name Then that of drowſie and laſcivious Hymen; Behold the late Ambaſſador himſelfe Thus contradicts his owne ſeyn'd embaſie. My Doria! O perfect happineſſe! See how Prince Doria hath ſurpriz'd us all, Transform'd into a nuptiall Deitie. My doubt is in the better ſenſe reſolv'd: You may perceive y'are welcome by the joy Expreſt both by my daughter, and my wife, In no dry complement, but in a moiſt And ſilent Oratory. Which works more On my affections, then a golden tongue; But tell me my divine Angelica, How could'ſt thou at the tidings of my death, Put on a valiant incredulity? And when thou find'ſt me ſafe burſt out in teares. To lend beliefe to any ill report Of a known friend, although aver'd with boldnes, In common friendſhip were unpardonable, Much more in ſuch a love as mine, which finding In a mayne part a manifeſt untruth Was for your honour bound to ſlight the reſt: And though there be a contrarietie In the true cauſes of our joy and griefe, Yet both are often times expreſt with teares, I could not entertaine nor then nor now, The leaſt ſuſpition of thy conſtancy, But trueſt love delights to pleaſe it ſelfe With ſuch diſguiſes, and to finde by trials Our owne aſſurance many wayes confirm'd: Nor had I ventur'd to diſturb thy thoughts, Which thy diſcerning judgement did prevent, But that I had a preſent remedy. I might have ſafely taſted what the Mede, Or the fierce Parthian dips his arrows in, So long as there was ſuch an antidote. Were I left helpleſſe by Machaons art, Thy preſence hath a vertue would reſtore me, Pandora on whom each Deity beſtow'd A ſeverall gift, was not endow'd like thee.