Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Look toth' Lady there, sure she's distracted. My wrongs indeed would make me so. What wrongs? whence? or from whom? Raise not my anger higher with your scorn;— By all that's.— Or if't be ignorance of my sufferings, It but betrays your want of reason, and How far you're lost to man, by your fond dotage. Grow more particular, or wonder ruins me. Good God! I've suffered so long, till patience Grew my greatest crime.— Now, now the storm is coming this way, But I'm prepared to meet it. Whence? or from whom? Ask this good man how often he has mourned Over the ruins of my fame? how often His ears have met with the report of my Disgrace? how I was noised a strumpet? when Each talking thing at Court, might freely act A rape upon my virtue, till I was left All a whole stain, black as the front of perjured Sinners? while you, (as if I'd been a trifle Cast from your blood, and kindred, or some dark thing, Whose actions were so foully bad. That report bettered 'em in the expression:) Could sit as silent as the night; as calm As seas, when the winds sleep; yet at last be just; And say, how have I appeared to you, or him, That calumny has thus been privileged, To violate my honour? madam, I have always spoke you, chastities best example. Innocence itself is not so white. Yet he that would confirm this with his sword, Must meet, with prisons, wracks, and tortures, As a reward of so much virtue! Ha! Sweetest Princess!— And ere he die, must suffer in's honour, Be proclaimed traitor to the state: Ursini, thou hast abused our trust. My Lord.— Too weak pretence, for your ingratitude To so large merit; Naples calls him Her chief preserver; he brought home victory, By his own arm achieved, when the proud foe, Threatened your Kingdom with a fatal downfall. He, to whose arm you owe your life, your crown, To whom in war, you'd sooner fly for help Then to the Altar; now in peace must have His temples robbed; his garlands from his brow Transplanted. to adorn this useless statua. madam, I have not so appeared in managing these affairs of yours. Would thou hadst, Or somewhat that carries less resemblance Of man: Oh thou art bravely wicked. I have not used the art to boast the virtue Of mine own actions; yet heaven knows They were all good, and aimed at ends as honourable As your desires. Ursini leave, till there is hope of pardon, This impudence in sin, bids a defiance to all mercy; did we not, At your persuasion, give order for Valenzo's Quick dispatch? howe'er I seemed () to run down with the stream of your violent passion, yet my intents still bore up against it; witness this paper. Ha! What's here a pardon?
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Looke to'th Lady there, ſure ſhe's diſtracted. My wrongs indeed would make mee ſo. What wrongs? whence? or from whom? Raiſe not my auger higher with your ſcorne;— By all that's.— Or if't be ignorance of my ſufferings, It but betrayes your want of reaſon, and How farre you're loſt to man, by your fond dotage. Grow more particular, or wonder ruines mee. Good God! I've ſuffer'd ſo long, till patience Grew my greateſt crime.— Now, now the ſtorme is coming this way, But I'me prepar'd to meete it. Whence? or from whom? Aske this good man how often he has mourn'd Over the ruines of my fame? how often His eares have met with the report of my Diſgrace? how I was noys'd a ſtrumpet? when Each talking thing at Court, might freely act A rape upon my vertue, till I was left All a whole ſtaine, blacke as the front of perjur'd Sinners? while you, (as if I'de bin a trifle Caſt from your blood, and kindred, or ſome darke thing, Whoſe actions were ſo ſowly bad. That report better'd 'em in the expreſſion:) Could ſit as ſilent as the night; as calme As ſeas, when the windes ſleepe; yet at laſt be juſt; And ſay, how have I appear'd to you, or him, That calumnie has thus bin priviledg'd, To violate my honour? Madame, I have allwayes ſpoke you, chaſtities beſt example. Innocence it ſelfe is not ſo white. Yet he that would confirme this with his ſword, Muſt meete, with priſons, wrackes, and tortures, As a reward of ſo much vertue! Ha! Sweeteſt Princeſſe! — And ere he die, muſt ſuffer in's honour, Be proclaim'd traytor to the ſtate: Ʋrſini, thou haſt abus'd our truſt. My Lord.— Too weake pretence, for your ingratitude To ſo large merit; Naples call's him Her chiefe preſerver; he brought home victory, By his owne arme atchiev'd, when the proud foe, Threatned your Kingdome with a fatall downefall. He, to whoſe arme you owe your life, your crowne, To whom in warre, you'd ſooner flie for helpe Then to the Altar; now in peace muſt have His temples robb'd; his garlands from his brow Tranſplanted. to adorne this uſeleſſe ſtatua. Madame, I have not ſo appear'd in managing theſe affaires of yours. Would thou had'ſt, Or ſomewhat that carries leſſe reſemblance Of man: Oh thou art bravely wicked. I have not us'd the art to boaſt the vertue Of mine owne actions; yet heaven knowes They were all good, and aim'd at ends as honourable As your deſires. Ʋrſini leave, till there is hope of pardon, This impudence in ſinne, Bid's a defiance to all mercy; did we not, At your perſwaſion, give order for Valenzo's Quicke diſpatch? How ere I ſeem'd () to runne downe with the ſtreame of your violent paſſion, yet my intents ſtill bore up againſt it; witneſſe this paper. Ha! What's here a pardon?