Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Did I abandon thee my native soil, And shadowed with my Ensigns unknown coasts; That after infinite distress and toil, Whilst in contempt of us our foe yet boasts, I should retire, effecting nought at last, But sharpened a desire, t'augment my merits, Then die in discontent, when 'tis past The time, that should have pacified my spirits? No, I will reign, and I will reign alone: From this design my fancy never wanders, For as the heavens can hold no Sun but one: The earth cannot contain two Alexanders. The ample circuit of this spacious round Seems insufficient to confine my thought: And o would God there could more worlds be found, That many might t'adorn our deeds be brought. O, I could wish that th'Ocean were firm land, Where none but hideous Giants had retreat, Such as at Phlegra field in strife did stand Against the Gods for the aetherial seat. These could encourage martial minds to strike, Who being won would yield eternal praise: I conquer men; but many did the like: And afterages may my equal raise. But since none such my triumphs are to grace, Such as there are I'll to subjection bring: And here I swear no kind of ease t'embrace, Till all the world adore me for their King. If you or any else that live in dread Withdraw yourselves, your PRINCE's part despising; Remember always in his greatest need Ye fly to stop his honour in the rising. Pass home, and live like men in prison pent: I measure not my courage by my numbers. Your Majesty misconstrues my intent: You know what I have thold, what cares, what cumbers, And all for you: I to your eyes appeal, Which well can witness what my hands have wrought. All that I spoke, proceeded of a zeal And not of cowardice, or fear of aught. Nor match I vile repose with honest pains: My courage is nor yet become so cold: That wonted vigour hath not left my veins, Which spurred my spirit in youth, though I be old. 'Tis not enough that you yourself be so: To be the same you should the rest exhort. Is he returned, who was ordained to go And view the Captives, what doth he report? As we were since by some of them instructed, While they as yet not of support despaired, And to a tent were courteously conducted, Which we of purpose caused to be prepared; Even in the way one fortuned to espy The Diadem that Darius erst had borne, Which on the earth so abjectly did lie, As each thing his calamine would scorn. Then they imagined, from his royal head, Whose dignity it sometime did decore, None could it cast, except himself were dead: And if so were, they longed to live no more. When they had entered in the tent to weep, Leonatus came and at the entry knocked: They stood so still, he thought an yornie sleep Had locked their eyes, or else that he was mocked.
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Did I abandone thee my natiue ſoile, And ſhaddow'd with my Enſignes vnknow'n coaſtes; That after infinite diſtreſſe and toile, Whil'ſt in contempt of vs our foe yet boaſtes, I ſhould retire, effecting nought at laſt, But ſharpned a deſire, t'augment my merites, Then die in diſcontemment, when 'tis paſt The time, that ſhould haue pacified my ſpirites? No, I will raigne, and I will raigne alone: From this deſſeigne my fancie neuer wanders, For as the heau'ns can hold no Sunne but one: The earth cannot containe two Alexanders. The ample circuite of this ſpacious round Seemes inſufficient to confine my thought: And ô would God there could moe worlds be found, That many might t'adorne our deedes be brought. O, I could wiſh that th'Ocean were firme land, Where none but hideous Giants had retreat, Such as at Phlegra fielde in ſtriefe did ſtand Againſt the Gods for the Etheriall ſeate. Theſe could encourage martiall mindes to ſtrike, Who being wonne would yeeld eternall praiſe: I conquere men; but many did the like: And after-ages may my equall raiſe. But ſince none ſuch my triumphes are to grace, Such as there are I'le to ſubiection bring: And heere I ſweare no kinde of eaſe t'embrace, Till all the world adore me for their King. If you or any elſe that liue in dreede With-drawe your ſelues, your Princes part deſpyſing; Remember alwaies in his greateſt neede Ye flie to ſtop his honour in the ryſing. Paſſe home, and liue like men in priſon pent: I meaſure not my courage by my numbers. Your Maieſtie miſconſters my intent: You know what I haue thold, what cares, what cumbers, And all for you: I to your eies appeale, Which well can witnes what my hands haue wrought. All that I ſpake, proceeded of a zeale And not of cowardice, or feare of ought. Nor matche I vile repoſe with honeſt paines: My courage is nor yet become ſo colde: That wounted vigour hath not left my vaines, Which ſpurd my ſpirit in youth, though I be olde. 'Tis not ynough that you your ſelfe be ſo: To be the ſame you ſhould the reſt exhort. Is he return'd, who was ordain'd to go And viewe the Captiues, what doth he report? As we were ſince by ſome of them inſtructed, While they as yet not of ſupport diſpair'd, And to a tent were courteouſly conducted, Which we of purpoſe caus'd to be prepar'd; Euen in the way one fortun'd to eſpy The Diademe that Darius earſt had borne, Which on the earth ſo abiectly did lie, As each thing his calamine would ſcorne. Then they imagin'd, from his royall head, Whoſe dignity it ſome-time did decore, None could it caſt, except himſelfe were dead: And if ſo were, they long'd to liue no more. When they had entred in the tent to weepe, Leonatus came and at the entrie knocked: They ſtood ſo ſtill, he thought an yornie ſleepe Had lock'd their eies, or elſe that he was mocked.