Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Couldst thou think, dull Prince, that heaven so Doted on thy royalty, thy crown, thy sceptre, Or regal pall could bear thee out in sin? Or the weak shine of trivial state dazzle Their eyes that look upon the blessed sun! Couldst thou flatter thyself into such a Security, That vengeance would not find thee out? When thou hadst forfeited thy luxurious palate With all the dainties of Felicia's body Thirsted her blood, quaffed off whole bowls of it, Till thou were't drunk, and wild with fury Of thy intemperate draughts— Am not I a rare villain now? Mad, stark mad, besides himself, Sure this is but a dream, and I asleep. Thus, thus I'll wake you:— Oh my blood scalds, h'has shot wild fire into my heart, Ah traitor, thy steel is poisoned. Frederico, let me embrace thee: Now our revenge is perfect. Your passage lies this way. through us. Treason, treason, raise the Court. Break open the doors. We are betrayed. Villain I greet thy heart. Where tends your business? Slave to hell, and thou shalt carry't thither. Fire, fire, the poison boils my entrails. The Prince wounded! Where are the traitors? Here I am his murderer. Frederico. Valenzo, I am o'ercome.— New miracles, Calantha, my best my dearest love:— Oh I am sick, stand off Calantha, my breath's so hot, 'twill singe thee else; and lick thy beauties up, like nimble flames; But dost thou live? To curse thee false and perjured. The spheres are out of tune; nature's distraught; The orbs celestial have turned round so long That they are giddy: the stars are in a mutiny, The Intelligences are altogether byth' ears. Heaven! I bless your justice: Stern tyrant! that triumphest o'er the memory Of my father, mockest me with love, Till like a fool I doted on my fetters, 'Cause they were golden ones, that thus Thy devilish art might make my soul a captive, With my body. Enigmatical. Yet then a Lady mourned thy perjured vows. Whom thou betrayd'st to loose adultery. Thy speech, Calantha, is darker than an Oracle. Truer it is, and dar'st thou yet dissemble it? 'Tis a truth precious to time, who will preserv't To blast thy memory, and derive a stain On all thy successors. How? or when arrived this your knowledge madam? How? or when arrived this your knowledge madam? Felicia told me all herself Confirmed it by religious oaths; besides This medal which she gave me from her neck, A pledge of his broke faith, with the sad fruits Of his sate lust, within her womb. She's a black whore: she lies; believe her not. Thou wilt be damned: So may I; and howl eternally In those blue flames the devils bathe in, If ever my vows were made to any other Than thee; and those, as spotless as thy soul.— But whom have we here? Felicia! Sad Lady she entreated This night's exchange of place; that she might show him What an untimely mother he had made her, And this 'twas caused my flight,
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Could'ſt thou thinke, dull Prince, that heaven ſo Doated on thy royaltie, thy crowne, thy ſcepter, Or regall pall could beare thee out in ſin? Or the weake ſhine of triviall ſtate dazle Their eyes that looke upon the bleſſed ſunne! Could'ſt thou flatter thy ſelfe into ſuch a Security, That vengeance would not finde thee out? When thou had'ſt forfeited thy luxurious palate With all the dainties of Felicia's body Thirſted her blood, quaff'd off whole bowles of it, Till thou wer't drunke, and wild with fury Of thy intemperate draughts —Am not I a rare villaine now? Mad, ſtarke mad, beſides himſelfe, Sure this is but a dreame, and I aſleepe. Thus, thus I'le wake you:— Oh my blood ſcalds, h'has ſhot wild fire into my heart, Ah traytour, thy ſteele is poyſon'd. Frederico, let mee embrace thee: Now our revenge is perfect. Your paſſage lyes this way. Thorough us. Treaſon, treaſon, raiſe the Court. Breake ope the doores. We are betray'd. Villaine I greete thy heart. Where tends your buſineſſe? Slave to hell, and thou ſhalt carry't thither. Fire, fire, the poyſon boyles my entrals. The Prince wounded! Where are the traitours? Here I am his murtherer. Frederico. Valenzo, I am o'recome. — New miracles, Calantha, my beſt my deareſt love: — Oh I am ſicke, ſtand off Calantha, my breath's ſo hot, 'twill ſinge thee elſe; and licke thy beauty's up, like nimble flames; But doſt thou live? To curſe thee falſe and perjur'd. The ſpheares are out of tune; nature's diſtraught; The orbes celeſtiall have turn'd round ſo long That they are giddie: the ſtarres are in a mutiny, The Intelligences are altogether by'th eares. Heaven! I bleſſe your juſtice: Sterne tyrant! that triumph'ſt o're the memory Of my father, mock'ſt mee with love, Till like a foole I doated on my fetters, 'Cauſe they were golden ones, that thus Thy devilliſh art might make my ſoule a captive, With my body. Aenigmaticall. Yet then a Lady mourn'd thy perjur'd vowes. Whom thou betrayd'ſt to looſe adultery. Thy ſpeech, Calantha, is darker than an Oracle. Truer it is, and dar'ſt thou yet diſſemble it? 'Tis a truth precious to time, who will preſerv't To blaſt thy memory, and derive a ſtaine On all thy ſucceſſours. How? or when arriv'd this your knowledge Madame? How? or when arriv'd this your knowledge Madame? Felicia told mee all her ſelfe Confirm'd it by religious oathes; beſides This medall which ſhe gave mee from her necke, A pledge of his broke faith, with the ſad fruits Of his ſate luſt, within her wombe. She's a blacke whore: ſhee lies; beleeve her not. Thou wilt be damn'd: So may I; and houle eternally In thoſe blew flames the devils bath in, If ever my vowes were made to any other Then thee; and thoſe, as ſpotleſſe as thy ſoule.— But whom have wee here? Felicia! Sad Lady ſhe intreated This night's exchange of place; that ſhe might ſhew him What an untimely mother he had made her, And this 'twas caus'd my flight,