Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
why this distance? Is't in the power of several climes to break Our sympathies in nature? true, I have been long estranged from you, not from your virtue; Why then should you deny your strict embraces? Valenzo! you are grown too great, and glorious For my friendship; become a theme for Princes, Whose worthy acts enrich their high discourse: The greedy multitude, snatching each word, As it falls from 'em, wear your praise As their best ornament! How have I lost my friend, And see Piero, for being so thou wouldst Nor mock, nor flatter me! Alas Valenzo! You prejudice your PRINCE's wisdom, and Your own just merits, those favours yet Were never worn by them, that had not first Deserved them. You mean these titles, vain and empty names; Let me enjoy thee still, I'll disinvest myself of all additions, can but swell Our pride, not virtue up; my Ancestors Have left me rich enough in title to Your friendship, and fore I forfeit that!— That we could mingle souls.— Though you be prodigal of your affections, Yet be not cruel to your Charintha, Who must needs suffer in this wilful scorn, You throw on that your valour dearly purchased. Charintha mine! I hold all worth in her. Were you as monstrous for impiety, as now You are famed for virtue, such was her pious thrift, In treasuring up her clean and humble prayers, You could not die unpardoned, every hour (As you are always liable to danger,) Can witness, with what forward zeal she begged Heaven, to avert the stroke before it came: We have taken so much pleasure in her orisons, That even profane men to have heard her pray, Would turn devout, were there no merit in't. No more; my reason yields unto my passion. And 'tis a joy requires me meet it with My best temper; I would not surfeit Nor swallow it too greedily; some light mixture Of grief would give a relish to't; tell me, come— What face wears the Court? how looks it On our new dignities? Envy (like the Sun) Darts her beams hottest on the rising banks: Ursini the grand favourite, is at Court, And has his PRINCE's bosom? That's his sanctuary, His safety lies there, yet (though I profess No augury) I foresee, and read His fall, all these vast glories which he boasts, Are built upon the ruins of Alberto, His tombstone is the basis of that building, Which we admire, but think not safe. There was a noble house soon lost. Sooner (I believe) than 't will be forgotten; But what was that Frederico, Albert's son? One that with his father's virtues Inherited his unhappy fate, young he was, And valiant; received and known so. Had he been less famed, he had not yet Been numbered with the dead; (you are my friend, My Lord,) I speak my thoughts, and freely;— Ursini endures no rival. I've maintained Fair correspondency with him at distance, But like not his embracements.
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— why this diſtance? Is't in the power of ſeverall climes to breake Our ſympathies in nature? true, I have Bin long eſtrang'd from you, not from your vertue; Why then ſhould you deny your ſtrict embraces? Valenzo! you are growne too great, and glorious For my friendſhip; become a theame for Princes, Whoſe worthy acts inrich their high diſcourſe: The greedy multitude, ſnatching each word, As it falls from 'em, weare your praiſe As their beſt ornament! How have I loſt my friend, And ſee Piero, for being ſo thou would'ſt Nor mocke, nor flatter me! Alas Valenzo! You prejudice your Princes wiſdome, and Your owne juſt merits, thoſe favours yet Were never worne by them, that had not firſt Deſerv'd them. You meane theſe titles, vaine and emptie names; Let mee enjoy thee ſtill, I'le diſinveſt My ſelfe of all additions, can but ſwell Our pride, not vertue up; my Anceſtours Have left mee rich enough in title to Your friendſhip, and fore I forfeit that! — That wee could mingle ſoules. — Though you be prodigall of your affections, Yet be not cruell to your Charintha, Who muſt needs ſuffer in this wilfull ſcorne, You throw on that your valour dearly purchaſt. Charintha mine! I hold all worth in her. Were you as monſtrous for impiety, as now You are fam'd for vertue, ſuch was her pious thrift, In treaſuring up her cleane and humble prayers, You could not die unpardon'd, every houre (As you are alwaies lyable to danger,) Can witneſſe, with what forward zeale ſhe begg'd Heaven, to avert the ſtroake before it came: We have taken ſo much pleaſure in her orizons, That even prophane men to have heard her pray, Would turne devout, were there no merit in't. No more; my reaſon yeelds unto my paſſion. And 'tis a joy requires mee meete it with My beſt temper; I would not ſurfeit Nor ſwallow it too greedily; ſome light mixture Of griefe would give a reliſh to't; tell me, come— What face weares the Court? how lookes it On our new dignities? Envie (like the Sunne) Darts her beames hotteſt on the riſing bankes: Ʋrſini the grand favorite, is at Court, And has his Princes boſome? That's his ſanctuary, His ſafety lies there, yet (though I profeſſe No augury) I foreſee, and read His fall, all theſe vaſt glories which he boaſts, Are built upon the ruines of Alberto, His tombe-ſtone is the baſis of that building, Which we admire, but thinke not ſafe. There was a noble houſe ſoone loſt. Sooner (I beleeve) than t' will be forgotten; But what was that Frederico, Albert's ſonne? One that with his father's vertues Inherited his unhappy fate, young he was, And valiant; receiv'd and knowne ſo. Had hee beene leſſe fam'd, he had not yet Beene number'd with the dead; (you are my friend▪ My Lord▪) I ſpeake my thoughts, and freely;— Ʋrſini endures no rivall. I've maintain'd Faire correſpondencie with him at diſtance, But like not his embracements.