Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And never (friend Seleucus) found'st thou one That better could bear such a part with thee: Who by his own, knows others cares to moan, And can, in like accord of grief, agree. And therefore tell th' oppression of thy heart, Tell to an ear prepared and tuned to care: And I will likewise unto thee impart As sad a tale as what thou shalt declare. So shall we both our mournful plaints combine, I'll wail thy state, and thou shalt pity mine. Well then, thou knowst how I have liu'din grace With Cleopatra, and esteem'din Court As one of Counsel, and of chiefest place, And ever held my credit in that sort: Till now in this confusion of our state, When thinking to have used a mean to climb, And fled the wretched, flown unto the great, (Following the fortune of the present time,) Am come to be cast down and ruined clean; And in the course of mine own plot undone. For having all the secrets of the Queen Revealed to Caesar, to have favour won: My treachery is quited with disgrace, My falsehood loathed, and not without great reason Though good for him, yet Princes in this case Do hate the Traitor, though they love the treason For how could he imagine I would be Faithful to him, being false unto mine own? And false to such a bounteous Queen as she, That had me raised and made mine honour known He saw 'twas not for zeal to him I bore, But for base fear, or mine own state to settle. Weakness is false, and faith in Cowards rare, Fear finds out shifts, timidity is subtle, And therefore scorned of him, scorned of mine own, Hateful to all that look into my state: Despised Seleucus now is only grown The mark of infamy, that's pointed at. 'tis much thou fairest, and ôo too much to feel, And I do grieve and do lament thy fall: But yet all this which thou dost here reveal, Compared with mine, will make thine seem but small Although my fault be in the self-same kind, Yet in degree far greater, far more hateful; Mine sprung of mischief, thine from feeble mind, I stained with blood, thou only but ungrateful, For unto me did Cleopatra give The best and dearest treasure of her blood, Lovely Caesario, whom she would should live Free from the dangers wherein Egypt stood. And unto me with him this charge she gave, Here Rodon, take, convey from out this Coast, This precious Gem, the chiefest that I have, The jewel of my soul I value most. Guide him to INDIA, lead him far from hence, Safeguard him where secure he may remain, Till better fortune call him back from thence, And Egypt's peace be reconciled again. For this is he that may our hopes bring back; (The rising Sun of our declining state:) These be the hands that may restore our wrack,
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And neuer (friend Seleucus) found'st thou one That better could beare such a part with thee: Who by his own, knows others cares to mone, And can, in like accord of griefe, agree. And therefore tell th' oppression of thy hart, Tell to an eare prepar'd and tun'd to care: And I will likewise vnto thee impart As sad a tale as what thou shalt declare. So shall we both our mournefull plaints combine, Ile waile thy state, and thou shalt pitty mine. Well then, thou know'st how I haue liu'din grace With Cleopatra, and esteem'din Court As one of Counsell, and of chiefest place, And euer held my credite in that sort: Till now in this confusion of our state, When thinking to haue vs'd a meane to climbe, And fled the wretched, flowne vnto the great, (Following the fortune of the present time,) Am come to be cast down and ruin'd cleene; And in the course of mine own plot vndonne. For hauing all the secrets of the Queene Reueald to Caesar, to haue fauor wonne: My trechery is quited with disgrace, My falshood loath'd, and not without great reason Though good for him, yet Princes in this case Do hate the Traitor, though they loue the treason For how could hee imagine I would be Faithfull to him, being false vnto mine owne? And false to such a bountious Queene as shee, That had me rais'd and made mine honor knowne He saw twas not for zeale to him I bare, But for base feare, or mine owne state to settle. Weakenesse is false, and faith in Cowards rare, Feare findes out shifts, timiditie is subtle, And therefore scorn'd of him, scorn'd of mine own, Hatefull to all that looke into my state: Despis'd Seleucus now is onely grown The marke of infamy, that's pointed at. Tis much thou faist, and ôo too much to feele, And I do grieue and do lament thy fall: But yet all this which thou doost heere reueale, Compar'd with mine, wil make thine seem but smal Although my fault be in the selfe-same kind, Yet in degree far greater, far more hatefull; Mine sprong of mischiefe, thine from feeble mind, I staind with bloud, thou onely but vngratefull, For vnto me did Cleopatra giue The best and deerest treasure of her blood, Louely Caesario, whom she would should liue Free from the dangers wherein Egypt stood. And vnto me with him this charge she gaue, Here Rodon, take, conuay from out this Coast, This precious Gem, the chiefest that I haue, The iewell of my soule I value most. Guide him to INDIA, lead him far from hence, Safeguard him where secure he may remaine, Till better fortune call him backe from thence, And Egypts peace be reconcil'd againe. For this is he that may our hopes bring backe; (The rising Sunne of our declining state:) These be the hands that may restore our wrack,