Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
SIr, here are they Mean to make good this Fort in spite of you, And all your Engineers. What's thy intent? Thou know'st how far I trust thee dear Molosso. It is not your untimely trust or favour (That is to me but sunshine after shipwreck) Can satisfy your former injuries: I would have spent an age in base observance, Only to gain this day, this happy hour That shall produce what no time shall forget. I owe my life to thee and ever shall Make that acknowledgement, then do not thou Destroy thine own great merit. Think not fond man, I saved thy life for any love of thee, But to reserve thee for a greater plague. O my dear wife and daughter, where are they? Both yet alive, the mischief's done already, But not the vengeance, thou shalt that behold, Till then there's nothing can be called revenge: Go bring 'em Sango, thou hast had thy fill Of Nectar, sweeter far than that of Iove. THe best Physicians in extremities, Allow their Patients what they most desire, Though ne'er so seeming hurtful: when diseases Exceed their safe and usual remedies, They many times are cured by contraries: What should this mean? I must exact your promise. Upon condition you'll forbear all outrage. Set me my bounds, and see if I transgress. Stand here then, and be silent. Like a Statue. Behold a pair of Brides, their hair displayed, Muse not to see 'em weep, the cause is light. What is the woe that these strange signs import? Speak my Honoria, my Angelica. That which no woman's tongue is fit t' express, Nor any humane ear fit to receive. Mine ears may hear what such soft hearts can bear, I have a breast prepared for misery. Behold the Wolves, the Bears, that our sad dreams Forewarned us of, which you did so despise. You hear how light the cause is, but a dream. Our wretched story's told and understood, In the sole repetition of that vision; The jewels ravished from our innocent necks. When swords and direful threats could not 〈◊〉 By cruel force assisting one another, Wrung from us both. Oh that heavens power had pleased According to my fervent invocation, To have transformed me to some ugly monster, That horror might have frighted away lust, Or else converted it to sudden rage, Whereby my life had ransomed mine honour! Was there none near to aid? where was Nugella? Bound, and then strangled, all the rest were forth. What haste a wretched creature makes to hear His own dire wretchedness? but now Molosso, Since thou hast cloyed thy furious appetite, Unbind their tender hands, and send them down, That we may all condole their heavy fortunes. If my revenge could have been satisfied With what's already done, it had done nothing; No, Bears and Wolves always persist to death, And I lament to find so narrow a Stage To act my vengeance on, as but two women: Sango prepare. Command, and I obey.
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SIr, here are they Meane to make good this Fort in ſpite of you, And all your Engineers. What's thy intent? Thou know'ſt how farre I truſt thee deare Moloſſo. It is not your untimely truſt or favour (That is to me but ſun-ſhine after ſhipwrack) Can ſatisfie your former injuries: I would have ſpent an age in baſe obſervance, Onely to gaine this day, this happy houre That ſhall produce what no time ſhall forget. Iowe my life to thee and ever ſhall Make that acknowledgement, then doe not thou Deſtroy thine owne great merit. Think not fond man, I ſav'd thy life for any love of thee, But to reſerve thee for a greater plague. O my deare wife and daughter, where are they? Both yet alive, the miſchief's done already, But not the vengeance, thou ſhalt that behold, Till then there's nothing can be call'd revenge: Goe bring u'm Sango, thou haſt had thy fill Of Nectar, ſweeter far than that of Iove. THe beſt Phyſitians in extremities, Allow their Patients what they moſt deſire, Though ne're ſo ſeeming hurtfull: when diſeaſes Exceed their ſafe and uſuall remedies, They many times are cur'd by contraries: What ſhould this meane? I muſt exact your promiſe. Vpon condition you'l forbeare all out-rage. Set me my bounds, and ſee if I tranſgreſſe. Stand here then, and be ſilent. Like a Statue. Behold a paire of Brides, their haire diſplaied, Muſe not to ſee u'm weep, the cauſe is light. What is the woe that theſe ſtrange ſigns import? Speake my Honoria, my Angelica. That which no womans tongue is fit t' expreſſe, Nor any humane eare fit to receive. Mine eares may heare what ſuch ſoft hearts can bear▪ I have a breaſt prepar'd for miſery. Behold the Wolves, the Beares, that our ſad dreams Fore-warn'd us of, which you did ſo deſpiſe. You heare how light the cauſe is, but a dreame. Our wretched ſtory's told and underſtood, In the ſole repetition of that viſion; The jewels raviſh't from our innocent necks. When ſwords and direfull threats could not By cruell force aſſiſting one another, Wrung from us both. Oh that heavens power had pleas'd According to my fervent invocation, To have transform'd me to ſome ugly monſter, That horror might have frighted away luſt, Or elſe converted it to ſudden rage, Whereby my life had ranſomed mine honour! Was there none neere to ayde? where was Nugella? Bound, and then ſtrangled, all the reſt were forth. What haſte a wretched creature makes to heare His owne dire wretchedneſſe? but now Moloſſo, Since thou haſt cloy'd thy furious appetite, Vnbinde their tender hands, and ſend them down, That wee may all condole their heavy fortunes. If my revenge could have bin ſatisfied With what's already done, it had done nothing; No, Beares and Wolves alway perſiſt to death, And I lament to finde ſo narrow a Stage To act my vengeance on, as but two women: Sango prepare. Command, and I obey.