Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
And o, (if he had not been borne so late,) He might have ruled the world's great Monarchy, And now have been the Champion of our state. Then unto him, o my dear Son, (she says,) Son of my youth, fly hence, o fly, be gone: Reserve thyself, ordained for better days, For much thou hast to ground thy hopes upon. Leave me (thy woeful Mother) to endure, The fury of this tempest here alone: Who cares not for herself, so thou be sure, Thou mayst revenge, when others can but moan. Rodon will see thee safe, Rodon will guide Thee and thy ways, thou shalt not need to fear. Rodon (my faithful servant) will provide What shall be best for thee, take thou no care. And o good Rodon, look well to his youth, The ways are long, and dangers every where. I urge it not that I do doubt thy truth, Mother's will cast the worst, and always fear. The absent danger greater still appears, Less fears he, who is near the thing he fears. And o, I know not what presaging thought My spirit suggests of luckless bad event: But yet it may be 'tis but love doth dote, Or idle shadows which my fears present. But yet the memory of mine own fate, Makes me fear his. And yet why should I fear? His fortune may recover better state, And he may come in pomp to govern here. But yet I doubt the Genius of our Race By some malignant spirit comes overthrown: Our blood must be extinct, in my disgrace, Egypt must have no more Kings of their own. Then let him stay, and let us fall together, Sith it is fore-decreed that we must fall. Yet who knows what may come? let him go thither, What Merchant in one Vessel venters all? Let us divide our stars. Go, go my Son, Let not the fate of Egypt find thee here: Try if so be thy destiny can shun The common wrack of us, by being there. But who is he found ever yet defence Against the heavens, or hid him anywhere? Then what need I to send thee so far hence To seek thy death that mayst as well die here? And here die with thy mother, die in rest, Not travailing to what will come to thee. Why should we leave our blood unto the East, When Egypt may a Tom be sufficient be? O my divided soul, what shall I do? Whereon shall now my resolution rest? What were I best resolve to yield unto When both are bad, how shall I know the best? Stay; I may hap so work with Caesar now, That he may yield him to restore thy right. Go; Caesar never will consent that thou So near in blood, shalt be so great in might. Then take him Roden, go my son farewell. But stay; there's something else that I would say: Yet nothing now, but o God speed thee well,
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And ô, (if hee had not beene borne so late,) He might haue rul'd the worlds great Monarchy, And nowe haue beene the Champion of our state. Then vnto him, ô my deere Sonne, (she sayes,) Sonne of my youth, flye hence, ô flye, be gone: Reserue thy selfe, ordain'd for better dayes, For much thou hast to ground thy hopes vppon. Leaue mee (thy wofull Mother) to endure, The fury of thys tempest heere alone: Who cares not for herselfe, so thou be sure, Thou mayst reuenge, when others can but mone. Rodon will see thee safe, Rodon will guide Thee and thy waies, thou shalt not need to feare. Rodon (my faithfull seruaunt) will prouide What shall be best for thee, take thou no care. And ô good Rodon, looke well to his youth, The wayes are long, and daungers eu'ry where. I vrge it not that I doe doubt thy truth, Mothers will cast the worst, and alwaies feare. The absent daunger greater still appeares, Lesse feares he, who is neere the thing he feares. And ô, I know not what presaging thought My sp'rit suggests of luckles bad euent: But yet it may be tis but loue doth dote, Or idle shadowes which my feares present. But yet the memory of myne owne fate, Makes mee feare his. And yet why should I feare? His fortune may recouer better state, And hee may come in pompe to gouerne heere. But yet I doubt the Genius of our Race By some malignant spirit comes ouer-throwne: Our blood must be extinct, in my disgrace, Egypt must haue no more Kings of theyr owne. Then let him stay, and let vs fall together, Sith it is fore-decreed that we must fal. Yet who knowes what may come? let him go thither, What Merchaunt in one Vessell venters all? Let vs deuide our starrs. Goe, goe my Sonne, Let not the fate of Egypt find thee heere: Try if so be thy destiny can shunne The common wracke of vs, by beeing there. But who is hee found euer yet defence Against the heauens, or hyd him any where? Then what neede I to send thee so far hence To seeke thy death that mayst as well die heere? And heere die with thy mother, die in rest, Not trauayling to what will come to thee. Why should wee leaue our blood vnto the East, VVhen Egipt may a Tom be sufficient be? O my deuided soule, what shall I doe? VVhereon shall now my resolution rest? What were I best resolue to yeeld vnto When both are bad, how shall I know the best? Stay; I may hap so worke with Caesar now, That hee may yeeld him to restore thy right. Goe; Caesar neuer will consent that thou So neere in blood, shalt bee so great in might. Then take him Roden, goe my sonne fare-well. But stay; ther's something els that I would say: Yet nothing now, but ô God speed thee well,