Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
ay, that to purchase fame, and idle breath, Could venture forth abroad into the world, And leave thee here a prey to ravenous wolves; Expose thee tender years of a weak virgin To labour 'gainst the furious tide of lust That has assaulted thee; that my low birth Should stand in need of such additions, To raise me to a height, might equal yours: That virtue and not blood ennobled us, This then had never happened. Greatness transmitted Has lesser of Divinity; your honours Are virtues purchase, and your own deservings. Valenzo thou return'st in glorious triumph, Rich, from the conquest of a noble foe, And yet not laden with the gaudy spoil So much, as with the valour of the enemy: As if thou'dstad'st envied them their virtue only, And soughtest to rob 'em of it; all for me:— I've waved a plume, dight me i'th' warlike garb, Managed a sword, or shook a dreaded spear, Looked terrible, been pitiless to those That begged a life, revelled in cities sacked, And rifled tents: too poor and trivial matters To point at such rich ends as thee, (my love.) Thy blood runs high, there's not one purple stream Cased in these a zure veins, but is derived From th' spring of Princely ancestry, and thouart The wealthy storehouse of their fortunes too. 'Las! what are these, but what the owner makes them? Of themselves nothing, only as we use them, Are good or bad, a blessing or a curse: But then their virtues, by a thrifty providence, Are all summed up in thy blessed self, and make thee A happiness which if enjoyed must be Bestowed by gift, because above all purchase. No (my Valenzo,) virtue's ravished hence, Charintha's strumpeted, her name is ranked I'th' vulgar breath, 'mongst common prostitutes; Pardon, (my love) shall't never wed thy shame, Thy jealousy. Charintha, thou art cruel, and hast learned An art to wound toth' death, yet keep alive Whom thou hast killed, O be but speedy in Thy execution, and when I come below: And walk those fields, that hapless lovers trace, I will report thee mild, soft as the Turtle in her down. What means Valenzo? Perhaps report has injured me, and noised That I was jealous of Charintha's love; And you contrived this plot to make me hate you; Or, if you should repent, (as well you may,) Your favours so ill placed, upon a subject So poor and worthless; take 'em back again, Live happy in a better choice, Charintha. Far, far be such a thought! Your both abused, Grossly abused: Ursini's politic plots May meet an eye, that can discern of objects Far subtler than they are; come, come, 'Way with this passion, Love has something else To employ you in: thoust robbed me of a soul:— Take in this kiss mine in exchange again. That's my Lady Sir, There,— take it I say; My office will scarce deserve it.
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I, that to purchaſe fame, and idle breath, Could venter forth abroad into the world, And leave thee here a prey to ravenous wolves; Expoſe thee tender yeares of a weake virgin To labour' gainſt the furious tyde of luſt That has aſſaulted thee; that my low birth Should ſtand in need of ſuch additions, To raiſe mee to a height, might equall yours: That vertue and not blood ennobled us, This then had never hap'ned. Greatneſſe tranſmitted Has leſſer of Divinity; your honours Are vertues purchaſe, and your owne deſervings. Valenzo thou return'ſt in glorious triumph, Rich, from the conqueſt of a noble foe, And yet not laden with the gaudy ſpoyle So much, as with the valour of the enemy: As if th'ad'ſt envy'd them their vertue onely, And ſought'ſt to rob 'em of it; all for mee:— I've wav'd a plume, dight mee i'th warlike garbe, Manag'd a ſword, or ſhooke a dreaded ſpeare, Look't terrible, bin pittileſſe to thoſe That begg'd a life, revell'd in citties ſack't, And rifled tents: too poore and triviall matters To point at ſuch rich ends as thee, (my love.) Thy blood runnes high, there's not one purple ſtreame Cas'd in theſe a zure veines, but is deriv'd From'th ſpring of Princely anceſtry, and th'art The wealthy ſtorehouſe of their fortunes too. 'Las! what are theſe, but what the owner makes them? Of themſelves nothing, only as we uſe them, Are good or bad, a bleſſing or a curſe: But then their vertues, by a thriftie providence, Are all ſumm'd up in thy bleſt ſelfe, and make thee A happineſſe which if injoy'd muſt bee Beſtow'd by gift, becauſe above all purchaſe. No (my Valenzo,) vertue's raviſh't hence, Charintha's ſtrumpetted, her name is rank't I'th vulgar breath, 'mongſt common proſtitutes; Pardon, (my love) ſhall't never wed thy ſhame, Thy jealouſie. Charintha, thou art cruell, and haſt learn'd An art to wound to'th death, yet keepe alive Whom thou haſt kill'd, Obe but ſpeedy in Thy execution, and when I come below: And walke thoſe fields, that hapleſſe lovers trace, I will report thee milde, ſoft as the Turtle in her downe▪ What meanes Valenzo? Perhaps report has injur'd mee, and noys'd That I was jealous of Charintha's love; And you contriv'd this plot to make mee hate you; Or, if you ſhould repent, (as well you may,) Your favours ſo ill plac't, upon a ſubject So poore and worthleſſe; take 'em backe againe, Live happy in a better choyce, Charintha. Farre, farre be ſuch a thought! Your both abus'd, Groſſely abus'd: Ʋrſini's politicke plots May meete an eye, that can diſcerne of objects Farre ſubtler than they are; come, come, 'Way with this paſſion, Love has ſomething elſe To employ you in: Th'aſt rob'd mee of a ſoule:— Take in this kiſſe mine in exchange againe. That's my Lady Sir, There,—take it I ſay; My office will ſcarce deſerve it.