Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 494 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
And raise the broken ruins made of late. He may give limits to the boundless pride Of fierce Octavius, and abate his might: Great Julius offspring, he may come to-guide The Empire of the world, as his by right. O how he seems the model of his Sire? O how I gaze my Caesar in his face? Such was his gate, so did his looks a spire; Such was his threatening brow, such was his grace. High shouldered, and his forehead even as high. 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,) Soon 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 moon: 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, Mothers 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 with 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 venter's 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 hide him any where? Then what need I to send thee so far hence To seek thy death that maystas 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 Tomb sufficient be?
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And raise the broken ruines made of late. He may giue limits to the boundles pride Of fierce Octauius, and abate his might: Great Julius of-spring, he may come to-guide The Empire of the world, as his by right. O how he seemes the modell of his Syre? O how I gaze my Caesar in his face? Such was his gate, so did his lookes a spire; Such was his threatning brow, such was his grace. High shouldred, and his forehead euen as hie. And ô, (if he had not beene borne so late,) He might haue rul'd the worlds great Monarchy, And now haue beene the Champion of our state. Then vnto him, ô my deere Sonne (she saies,) Soone of my youth, flie hence, ô flie, be gone, Reserue thy selfe, ordain'd for better daies, For much thou hast to ground thy hopes vpon. Leaue me (thy wofull Mother) to endure The sury of this tempest heere alone: Who cares not for her selfe, 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 seruant) will prouide What shall be best for thee, take thou no care. And ô good Rodon, looke well to his youth, The waies are long, and dangers eu'ry where. I vrge it not that I do doubt thy truth, Mothers will cast the worst, and alwaies feare. The absent danger greater still appeares, Lesse fears 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 with my feares present. But yet the memory of mine own fate Makes me feare his. And yet why should I feare His fortune may recouer better state, And he may come in pompe to gouerne heere. But yet I doubt the Genius of our race By some malignant spirit comes ouer-throwne Our bloud must be extinct, in my disgrace, Egypt must haue no more Kings of their owne. Then let him stay, and let vs fall together, Sith it is fore-decreed that we must fall. Yet who knowes what may come? let him go thither, What Merchaunt in one Vessell venters all? Let vs deuide our stars. Go, go my sonne, Let not the fate of Egypt find thee heere: Try if so be thy destinie can shunne The common wracke of vs, by being there. But who is he found euer yet defence Against the heauens, or hid him any where? Then what need I to send thee so far hence To seeke thy death that maystas well die here? And here die with thy mother, die in rest, Not trauailing to what will come to thee. Why should we leaue our bloud vnto the East, When Egypt may a Tombe sufficient be?