Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Ye men of Delphos sing of her, and her rare beauty's praise, Who now in grace begins to grow, but fame shall end her days, Who leaving these my temples here, and sailing surging streams Shall come at length to countries scorched with Phoebus burning beams, Where they as recompenses due that virtues rare do gain In time to come ere it be long White mitres shall obtain. Cnemon stand forth, who doth accuse him here? I brought not up my son ye men of Athens To see him come unto this end, but rather To be a staff to stay my age upon; As soon as he was borne his education Was good and civil, when he did attain To riper years, I set him to our schools And Academies there to study arts, And Mathematic sciences, besides, According to the laws of this our City, Made him free denizen, yet notwithstanding He hath not only cast behind his back These favours of my love, but diversely Both injured me, and beaten this good woman, Who by our laws is now my second wife; And not content herewith, one night he came Unto us with a drawn sword in his hand (When we in bed suspected no such thing) In mind to kill us both, and was no farther From being a parricide but that by chance His sword by sudden fear fell out his hand, Which Demeneta my good wife took up: Therefore I flee to you most learned Judges, And though I might by law of this our Senate Slay him with my own hands, yet I appeal Unto your justice, and commit my cause To your grave censures, counting it more fit To punish this my son by public law Then private bloodshed. Cnemon, i'm sorry for thee pretty boy, In an ill hour wert thou brought to the world; Unhappy creature. Grave and learned senate Vouchsafe to hear me speak. We will not hear thee, But answer to this question we propound, Came you unto your father with a sword Drawn in your hand, or no? I not deny But I came with a drawn sword in my hand, But I will tell you how, please you to hear me. He hath confessed enough, he ought not speak more for himself. Let us proceed to sentence. I judge him worthy to be stoned to death. I to be hanged. This is my sentence, fathers, That he be cast headlong into the dungeon. O cruel stepmother, and most unkind, For thy cursed sake am I so ill entreated Against all equity and justice too, Thou kill'st me contrary to course of Law. Your sentence is too hard and too severe, Let him not die, but be for ever banished. Let him be stoned. Nay hanged. nay cast into The dungeon. since we differ conscript fathers, In our opinions, I do think it fit It be referred unto the people's voices. I do assent unto it. So do I. And I.
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Ye men of Delphos ſing of her, and her rare beauties praiſe, Who now in grace begins to grow, but fame ſhall end her daies, Who leaving theſe my temples here, and ſailing ſurging ſtreames Shall come at length to contries ſcorch'd with Phoebus burning beames, Where they as recompences due that vertues rare doe gaine In time to come ere it be long White miters ſhall obtaine. Cnemon ſtand forth, who doth accuſe him here? I brought not up my ſonne ye men of Athens To ſee him come unto this end, but rather To be a ſtaffe to ſtay my age upon; As ſoone as he was borne his education VVas good and civill, when he did attaine To riper yeeres, I ſet him to our ſchooles And Academies there to ſtudy arts, And Mathematicke ſciences, beſides, According to the lawes of this our City, Made him free deniſon, yet notwithſtanding He hath not onely caſt behind his backe Theſe favours of my love, but diverſely Both injur'd me, and beaten this good woman, Who by our lawes is now my ſecond wife; And not content herewith, one night he came Unto us with a drawne ſword in his hand (When we in bed ſuſpected no ſuch thing) In mind to kill us both, and was no farther From being a paracide but that by chance His ſword by ſudden feare fell out his hand, Which Demeneta my good wife tooke up: Therefore I flee to you moſt learned Judges, And though I might by law of this our Senate Slay him with my owne hands, yet I appeale Unto your juſtice, and commit my cauſe To your grave cenſures, counting it more fit To puniſh this my ſonne by publike lawe Then private bloodſhed. Cnemon, i'me ſorry for thee pretty boy, In an ill hower wert thou brought to the world; Unhappy creature. Grave and learned ſenate Vouchſafe to heare me ſpeake. We will not heare thee, But anſwer to this queſtion we propound, Came you unto your father with a ſword Drawne in your hand, or no? I not deny But I came with a drawne ſword in my hand, But I will tell you how, pleaſe you to heare me. He hath confeſſ'd ynough, he ought not ſpeake more for himſelfe. Let us proceed to ſentence. I judge him worthy to be ſton'd to death. I to be hang'd. This is my ſentence, fathers, That he be caſt headlong into the dungeon. O cruell ſtepmother, and moſt unkind, For thy curs'd ſake am I ſo ill intreated Againſt all equity and juſtice too, Thou kil'ſt me contrary to courſe of Law. Your ſentence is too hard and too ſevere, Let him not die, but be for ever baniſh'd. Let him be ſton'd. Nay hang'd. nay caſt into The dungeon. ſince we differ conſcript fathers, In our opinions, I doe thinke it fit It be referr'd unto the peoples voyces. I doe aſſent unto it. So do I. And I.