Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
this points At my unfruitful womb. I grant it sir, But if the gods have ordered that this house So stately built by them, this temple rather Shall be reserved for their immortal uses, And have forbid that any mortal seed Shall dwell therein: it argueth in you Sin and impiety so to repine At their decrees and secret operations. Sir the fore-riders of your royal army Have ta'en two prisoners the most beautifullest That ere were seen, a young man and a maid, They wait without attending what's your pleasure. Let them be brought forthwith into our presence, They may be found a fitting sacrifice And an oblation to be offered Unto our gods for this our victory, Being the first fruits of the wars. Ye gods Be merciful unto me! What doth ail Your royal majesty, that you remain In such a studious meditation? I had a dream last night Sysimethres, That did present unto my fantasy A beauteous virgin, such as is this maid Telling me that she was my natural daughter: But whence are you, and of what country borne? Great King, I am her brother, she my sister, Both borne in Greece. O noble Greece, that still Producest what is good, and at this time Hast given us such fair offerings to present Unto our gods; but O thou beauteous maid, Why dost thou hold thy peace, and answerest not Unto my question? At the sacred altars Of the immortal gods (to whom we are Reserved for sacrifices) you shall know Me and my parents. O sir, what a maid Have you appointed to be sacrificed? ne'er have mine eyes beheld a fairer creature; With what a stout and an undaunted courage Bears she her fortune? I am moved with pity At her so flowering age, O had my daughter I bore unto you lived, she would have been Almost as old as she, I do beseech you Spare her, and let her serve me at my table, For I am prompted strangely by my Genius Unto commiseration. So am I, Beyond imagination, but you know The Law requires the first fruits of the war Should be the God's oblation, to the Sun Therefore we'll offer him, she to the Moon, The gods must be obeyed, the laws fulfilled. Wise, grave, and learned sir, be pleased to stay A little longer, for I have a cause Of consequence to plead before the King And Queen Persina, which concerns them too as well as me, this matter doth require A speedy judgement, and I hear that you Give sentence on such noble personage; Therefore judge you this plea of life and death, And know it is not just to offer me Unto the gods. Vouchsafe to hear, most gracious Sovereign, This strange appeal, and what this maid requireth. What judgement may this be? or what have I To do with her? by what means should I come Into her danger?
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this pointes At my unfruitfull wombe. I graunt it ſir, But if the gods have order'd that this houſe So ſtatelie built by them, this temple rather Shall be reſerv'd for their immortall uſes, And have forbid that any mortall ſeed Shall dwell therein: it argueth in you Sinne and impietie ſo to repine At their decrees and ſecret operations. Sir the fore-riders of your royall army Have tane two priſoners the moſt beautifull'ſt That ere were ſeene, a young man and a maid, They waite without attending what's your pleaſure. Let them be brought forthwith into our preſence, They may be found a fitting ſacrifice And an oblation to be offered Unto our gods for this our victorie, Being the firſt fruites of the warres. Yee gods Be mercifull unto me! What doth aile Your royall majeſtie, that you remayne In ſuch a ſtudious meditation? I had a dreame laſt night Syſimethres, That did preſent unto my fantaſie A beautious virgin, ſuch as is this maid Telling me that ſhe was my naturall daughter: But whence are you, and of what countrey borne? Great King, I am her brother, ſhe my ſiſter, Both borne in Greece. O noble Greece, that ſtill Produceſt what is good, and at this time Haſt given us ſuch faire offerings to preſent Unto our gods; but O thou beautious maid, Why doſt thou hold thy peace, and anſwereſt not Unto my queſtion? At the ſacred altars Of the immortall gods (to whom we are Reſerv'd for ſacrifices) you ſhall know Me and my parents. O ſir, what a mayd Have you appointed to be ſacrific'd? Ne're have mine eyes beheld a fairer creature; With what a ſtout and an undaunted courage Beares ſhe her fortune? I am mov'd with pity At her ſo flowring age, O had my daughter I bare unto you liv'd, ſhe would have beene Almoſt as old as ſhe, I doe beſeech you Spare her, and let her ſerve me at my table, For I am prompted ſtrangely by my Genius Unto commiſeration. So am I, Beyond imagination, but you know The Law requires the firſt fruits of the warre Should be the gods oblation, to the Sunne Therefore we'll offer him, ſhe to the Moone, The gods muſt be obey'd, the lawes fulfil'd. Wiſe, grave, and learned ſir, be pleas'd to ſtay A little longer, for I have a cauſe Of conſequence to plead before the King And Queene Perſina, which concernes them too Aſwell as me, this matter doth require A ſpeedy judgment, and I heare that you Give ſentence on ſuch noble perſonager; Therefore judge you this plea of life and death, And know it is not juſt to offr me Unto the gods. Vouchſafe to heare, moſt gracious Soveraigne, This ſtrange appeale, and what this maid requireth. What judgement may this be? or what have I To doe with her? by what meanes ſhould I come Into her danger?