Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Most gracious Prince, forgive me if I erred, In taking him for you, that standeth by. I find no fault to see my friend preferred Even to myself: this is another I. My sorrows so confounded have my mind, That scarce I know myself, much less another: My soul in such an agony I find, As if some mighty mountain did me smother. I pray you, mother, set those plaints apart: They vex me more than stern Bellona's broils. This tender name of mother wounds my heart, Pronounced by him who of that name me spoils. I was (woe that I was) a mother late Of two fair sons, fair sons lights of my life: Now th'one is dead, and in a worse estate, Doth th'other live involved in woe and strife, Like th'ancient trunk of some disbranched tree, Which Eol's rage hath to confusion brought, Disarmed of all those imps that sprung from me, Unprofitable stock I serve for nought. I serve for nought, since him I cannot serve, Whose sight may only my dead joys revive. I with the famine of all comfort starve, Since I want him for whom I wished to live. I live without my half, without my whole, Prodigious monster, whom the world admires: I want the point, the Pilot, and the Pole, That drew, addressed, and governed my desires, Now tossed with storms in th'Ocean of despair By ruin only I attend relief, Threatened above with pitchy clouds of care, Threatened below with swelling gulfs of grief. My soul seems to presage disastrous chances, And varying with herself hath never peace: My hare oppressed falls into deadly trances: My eyes must grace the ground of my disgrace. Hell hath assembled all her horrors here: Ah, in the concave of this cursed breast, As in the dark Tartarian groves, appear A thousand shadows to bereave my rest. Fair Princess, spare those passionate complaints Which may augment, but not amend your harms: This voice, which with your woe the world acquaints, Doth move me more, than all the Persians arms. madam, take courage, be afraid of none: You may expect what help I can afford: I swear by Ioues inviolable throne, And do protest by my imperial word, That neither I, nor any wight shall wrong you. Yea more than this, I lay my faith in pawned, You shall be honoured here as doth belong you: And, as it were, in your own Court command. Ah how can I command, whilst I am thrall? What can I have who wanting one want all? Though it seem glorious in some victor's sight T'abuse their captives, and triumph in ill: The larger grow the limits of my might, The more I strive for to restrain my will, The save guard of my favour shall extend Not only towards you, but towards all your train. I shall have care that who on me attend From offering wrong you, or yours refrain.
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Moſt gracious Prince, forgiue me if I er'd, In taking him for you, that ſtandeth by. I finde no fault to ſee my friend prefer'd Euen to my ſelfe: this is another I. My ſorrowes ſo confounded haue my minde, That ſcarce I know my ſelfe, much leſſe another: My ſoule in ſuch an agonie I finde, As if ſome mightie mountaine did me ſmoother. I pray you, mother, ſet thoſe plaints apart: They vexe me more then ſterne Bellonaes broiles. This tender name of mother wounds my hart, Pronounc'd by him who of that name me ſpoiles. I was (woe that I was) a mother late Of two faire ſonnes, faire ſonnes lights of my life: Now th'one is dead, and in a worſe eſtate, Doth th'other liue involu'd in woe and ſtrife, Like th'auncient trunke of ſome diſ-branched tree, Which Eols rage hath to confuſion brought, Diſ-arm'd of all thoſe impes that ſprung from me, Vn-profitable ſtock I ſerue for nought. I ſerue for nought, ſince him I cannot ſerue, Whoſe ſight may onlie my dead ioyes reuiue. I with the famine of all comfort ſterue, Since I want him for whom I wiſh'd to liue. I liue without my halfe, without my whole, Prodigious monſter, whome the world admires: I want the point, the Pilote, and the Pole, That drew, addreſt, and gouern'd my deſires, Now toſs'd with ſtormes in th'Ocean of diſpaire By ruine onely I attend releefe, Threatned aboue with pitchie cloudes of care, Threatned belowe with ſwelling gulfes of greefe. My ſoule ſeemes to preſage diſaſtrous chances, And varying with her ſelfe hath neuer peace: My hare oppreſt falles into deadly trances: My eyes muſt grace the ground of my diſgrace. Hell hath aſſembled all her horrours heere: Ah, in the concaue of this curſed breaſt, As in the darke Tartarian groues, appeere A thouſand ſhaddowes to bereaue my reſt. Faire Princeſſe, ſpare thoſe paſſionate cōplaints Which may augment, but not amend your harmes: This voice, which with your woe the world acquaints, Doth moue me more, then all the Perſians armes. Madame, take courage, be affraide of none: You may expect what helpe I can afforde: I ſweare by Ioues inviolable throne, And doe proteſt by my imperiall worde, That neither I, nor any wight ſhall wrong you. Yea more then this, I lay my faith in paund, You ſhall be honoured heere as doth belong you: And, as it were, in your owne Court command. Ah how can I command, whilſt I am thrall? What can I haue who wanting one want all? Though it ſeeme glorious in ſome victors ſight T'abuſe their captiues, and triumph in ill: The larger growe the limites of my might, The more I ſtriue for to reſtraine my will, The ſaue garde of my fauour ſhall extend Not only t'wards you, but t'wards all your traine. I ſhall haue care that who on me attend From offering wrong you, or yours refraine.