Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
What heinous thing so odious is by nature, That for a Kingdom hath not been committed: To be a King let me be called a traitor; Faith, if for aught, for this may be omitted. Those are but feeble brains, which fancies load With timorous dreams, that bare surmising brings. Who fear vain shadows must not come abroad. Too wary-wits dare never work great things. If our brave project happily succeed, (As now I doubt not but it shall do soon) We straight will find enough t'applaud our deed, And sooth us up in all that we have done. To have the time and manner then prefixed, Command the Bactrians all themselves to arm, And to attend till we advertise next, Prompt for all perils at the first alarm. Then through the Camp a rumour we will spread, That hopeless Darius hath despair'dly gone With violence to dwell amongst the dead, And seem therefore excessively to moan. The Persians we with promises must feed, So to disarm him of his native powers: Then we will apprehend himself with speed: For while that he is free nothing is ours. That we may seem to use him with respect, (As to the state of such a Prince pertains:) We will not this last ornament neglect; He shall be bound, but bound with golden chains. To Alexander after we will send, And offer Darius in his hands t'appease him; Then crave his favour, that he will defend Us as his friends, who have done all to please him; If his goodwill we cannot thus procure, And he us with extremity pursue; With Darius' death we will our states assure, Then raise fresh forces, and the wars renew. Let us henceforth for nothing be dismayed, But strive ourselves courageously to bear: This dangerous action would not be delayed, lest time work his assurance, and our fear. time, through Ioues judgement just, Huge alterations brings: Those are but fools that trust In transitory things, Whose tails bear mortal stings, Which in the end will wound. And let none think it strange, Though all things earthly change In this inferior round. What is from ruin free? The elements which be At variance (as we see) Each other do confound: The earth and air make war: The fire and water are Still wrestling at debate: All those through cold and heat, Through drought, and moisture jar: No wonder though men change and fade, Who of those changing elements are made. How dare vain worldlings vaunt Of fortune's goods not lasting, Evils that our wits enchant, Exposed to loss and wasting. Lo we to death are hasting, Whilst we these things discuss. All things from their beginning, Unto an end are running: Heaven hath ordained it thus. We hear how heaven doth thunder; We see th'earth burst asunder; And yet we never ponder, What this imports to us. Those fearful signs do prove, That th'angry powers above Are moved to indignation Against this wretched nation, Which they no longer love: What are we but a puff of breath, Who live assured of nothing but of death?
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What hainous thing ſo odious is by nature, That for a Kingdome hath not beene committed: To be a King let me be cal'd a traitour; Faith, if for ought, for this may be omitted. Thoſe are but feeble braines, which fancies lode With timorous dreames, that bare ſurmiſing brings. Who feare vaine ſhaddowes muſt not come abrode. Too warie-wits dare neuer worke great things. If our braue proiect happilie ſucceede, (As now I doubt not but it ſhall do ſoone) We ſtraight will finde enough t'applaud our deede, And ſooth vs vp in all that we haue done. To haue the time and manner then praefixt, Command the Bactrians all themſelues to arme, And to attend till we aduertiſe next, Prompt for all perils at the firſt alarme. Then through the Campe a rumour we will ſpread, That hopeleſſe Darius hath diſpairdlie gone With violence to dwell amongſt the dead, And ſeeme therefore exceſſiuelie to mone. The Perſians we with promiſes muſt feede, So to diſarme him of his natiue pow'rs: Then we will apprehend himſelfe with ſpeede: For while that he is free nothing is ours. That we may ſeeme to vſe him with reſpect, (As to the ſtate of ſuch a Prince pertaines:) We will not this laſt ornament neglect; He ſhall be bound, but bound with golden chaines. To Alexander after we will ſend, And offer Darius in his hands t'appeaſe him; Then craue his fauour, that he will defend Vs as his friends, who haue done all to pleaſe him; If his good-will we cannot thus procure, And he vs with extremitie purſue; With Darius death we will our ſtates aſſure, Then raiſe freſh forces, and the warres renue. Let vs henceforth for nothing be diſmaide, But ſtriue our ſelues courageouſlie to beare: This dangerous action would not be delai'd, Leaſt time worke his aſſurance, and our feare. TYme, through Ioues iudgement iuſt, Huge alterations brings: Thoſe are but fooles that truſt In tranſitory things, Whoſe tailes beare mortall ſtings, Which in the end will wound. And let none thinke it ſtrange, Though all things earthly change In this inferiour rounde. What is from ruine free? The elements which be At variance (as we ſee) Eache other doe confound: The earth and aire make warre: The fire and water are Still wreſtling at debate: All thoſe through colde and heate, Through drouth, and moiſture iar: No wonder though men change and fade, Who of thoſe changing elements are made. How dare vaine worldlings vaunt Of fortunes goods not laſting, Euils that our wittes enchaunt, Expos'd to loſſe and waſting. Loe we to death are haſting, Whilſt we theſe things diſcuſſe. All things from their beginning, Vnto an end are running: Heauen hath ordain'd it thus. We heare how heauen doth thunder; We ſee th'earth burſt aſunder; And yet we neuer ponder, VVhat this imports to vs. Thoſe fearfull ſignes doe proue, That th'angrie pow'rs aboue Are mou'd to indignation Againſt this wretched nation, VVhich they no longer loue: What are we but a puffe of breath, Who liue aſſur'd of nothing but of death?