Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Then people give your voices, shall young Cnemon Die or be banished! banished, banished, banished. Then Cnemon, this must be thy punishment, Perpetual exile from thy native land Never to be revoked, which if infringed By thy presumption, then expect to have No mercy from the senate, but a grave. Break up the Court. Saw you my only joy, and the sole honour Of Delphos, fair Cariclea my daughter? This was not sir the first time that I saw her As often as the people made resort Unto the temple I was present with her, And more, we have done sacrifice together, And when she doubted any point depending, On divine matters, or on humane learning; She would have me instruct her in the truth. How did you like her at the sacrifice? Did she set forth that brave sight any thing? You ask me a strange question Caricles, As if you doubted, whether the bright moon Did pass the lesser stars. The people praised Theagines the young Thessalian captain, Attributing the second place to him. Yea, and the third too, but they all acknowledge Your daughter carried it away, and was The very eye of the solemnity. Come will you go with me to visit her I doubt the concourse of so great a troop Hath prejudiced her rest. though my affairs Call me another way, yet i'll dispense With them how great soever and important To wait on you and her O cruel power of love! why dost thou triumph In lovers restless pains? what glory can Be added to thy deity in seeking The overthrow of my poor liberty? Take here this tribute of my tears, these sighs, Sent from a gentle heart, convey them hence That they may meet Theagnies, and flow With his as from one fountain, from one head. What ails my sweet, my dear Carcilea, Tell me my daughter. Nothing but my head Doth ache a little, and I fain would sleep. What should this mean good Calasiris think you, What disease hath she ta'en? You need not marvel At this, for I believe some envious eye Hath over looked her. I must laugh at this, Than you believe as commonly men do, That there is witch craft Yes as I believe That anything is true, and for this cause, The empty air that is about us round On every side, entering in by our eyes, Our mouth, our ears our nostrils, all our pores, Carrying such outward qualities with it As 'tis endued with, doth engraff a like Infection in the man who hath received it; As when a man hath enviously beheld Something that's excellent forthwith the air Is filled with that poisonous quality, Which entreth into that is near at hand, This same air being a slender subtle thing Pierceth even to the bones and very marrow, And by that cause hath envy been the means Or that disease, which by a proper name We call bewitching. Your wise reasons bear Some probility I must confess.
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Then people give your voices, ſhall young Cnemon Die or be baniſh'd! baniſh'd, baniſh'd, baniſh'd. Then Cnemon, this muſt be thy puniſhment, Perpetuall exile from thy native land Never to be revok'd, which if infring'd By thy preſumption, then expect to have No mercie from the ſenate, but a grave. Breake up the Court. Saw you my onely joy, and the ſole honour Of Delphos, faire Cariclea my daughter? This was not ſir the firſt time that I ſaw her As often as the people made reſort Unto the temple I was preſent with her, And more, we have done ſacrifice together, And when ſhe doubted any point depending, On divine matters, or on humane learning; She would have me inſtruct her in the truth. How did you like her at the ſacrifice? Did ſhe ſet forth that brave ſight any thing? You aſke me a ſtrang queſtion Caricles, As if you doubted, whether the bright moone Did paſſe the leſſer ſtarres. The people praiſ'd Theagines the young Theſſalian captaine, Attributing the ſecond place to him. Yea, and the third too, but they all acknowledge Your daughter carryed it away, and was The verie eye of the ſolemnitie. Come will you goe with me to viſite her I doubt the concourſe of ſo great a troope Hath preiudic'd her reſt. though my affaires Call me another way, yet il'e diſpence VVith them how great ſo ever and important To waite on you and her O cruell power of love! why doſt thou triumph In lovers reſtles paines? what glorie can Be added to thy deitie in ſeeking The overthrow of my poore libertie? Take here this tribute of my teares, theſe ſighes, Sent from a gentle heart, convaey them hence That they may meet Theagnies, and flow With his as from one fountaine, from one head. What ailes my ſweet, my deare Carcilea, Tell me my daughter. Nothing but my head Doth ake a little, and I faine would ſleepe. What ſhould this meane good Calaſiris thinke you, VVhat diſeaſe hath ſhe tane? You need not marvell At this, for I believe ſome enuious eye Hath over look'd her. I muſt laugh at this, Then you beleive as commonlie men doe, That there is witch craft Yes as I beleive That anything is true, and for this cauſe, The emptie aire that is about us round On everie ſide, entring in by our eyes, Our mouth, our eares our noſtrills, all our pores, Carrying ſuch outward qualities with it As tis indew'd with, doth ingraffe a like Infection in the man who hath receiv'd it; As when a man hath enviouſly beheld Something that's excellent forthwith the aire Is filled with that poiſonous qualitie, VVhich entreth into that is neere at hand, This ſame aire being a ſlender ſuble thing Pierceth even to the bones and very marrow, And by that cauſe hath envie beene the meanes Or that diſeaſe, which by a propper name VVe call bewitching. Your wiſe reaſons beare Some probility I muſt confeſſe.