Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
The truth hereof in end now hath th'event In Bessus, and Narbazanes approved: On whom their Prince so prodigally spent Affection, honour, titles, treasure, rent, And all that might each honest mind have moved So bountiful a Prince for to have loved, Who so benignly tendered their estate. Yet they to him vile traitors now have proved: By them he is enchained, disgraced and shent; So as he well may rue, although too late, That he such sly Chameleons changing hue Preferred to servants dutiful and true. But though a while those traitors speed, No doubt the heavens once vengeance will exact: The very horror of this heinous deed Doth make the hearts of honest men to bleed: Yea, even the wicked hate this barbarous act: The heavens no higher choler can contract, Then for th'invasion of a sacred King: Who, as it were, out of the stars extract, Should fear and reverence inferiors breed, To whom from him both health and wealth doth spring. But though on earth men should neglect this wrong, Heavens will those traitor's plague ere it be long. WHat story or what fable can record Of such a nombrous troop so strangely lost? I know they quaked to know it was my Lord, Whose name alone is worth another's host. It scarce seems credible in many parts: But traitors fear though all the world would back them. They were but bodies destitute of hearts: More prisoners they were then men to take them. Who would believe so few durst strive to find So great an army, and the army shrinks What is impossible to a brave mind? True valour dare attempt all that it thinks In this encounter for t'have had the best It would content more than a common thought: But since we want the chief, what of the rest? I would be satisfied in all, or nought. Those traitors thought t'have finished all the war With giving me their Lord, whom they had bound: But I distrust not mine own force so far, As for to build upon so base a ground. Although indeed that Darius did me wrong, I will not suffer others to oppress him. I keep him for myself: he doth belong To me alone: none other should distress him. Whilst he did only in himself confide, I laboured by all means to make him bow: But since his hard estate abates that pride, Turned is my fury to compassion now. Although he oft contemned me by his letter, Yet I am grieved to see him so deceived. If he had but acknowledged me his better, 'Twas not his blood, nor kingdom that I craved. And if those traitors have not killed him straight, Yet his delivery shall my name renown: I would not lose a subject of such weight, By which my clemency might be made known: Sir, now your coming cannot do him good. What all are fled? none have my force withstood? Yet Darius cannot be redeemed again. Why, have they set him free? or is he slain?
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The truth hereof in end now hath th'euent In Beſſus, and Narbazanes approoued: On whom their Prince ſo prodigallie ſpent Affection, honour, titles, treaſure, rent, And all that might each honeſt mind haue mooued So bountifull a Prince for to haue loued, Who ſo beningly tendred their eſtate. Yet they to him vyle traitours now haue proued: By them he is in-chain'd, diſgrac'd and ſhent; So as he well may rue, although too late, That he ſuch ſlie Camelions changing hew Prefer'd to ſeruants dutifull and trew. But though a while thoſe traitours ſpeede, No doubt the heau'ns once vengeance will exact: The very horrour of this haynous deede Doth make the harts of honeſt men to bleede: Yea, euen the wicked hate this barbarous act: The heauens no hier choller can contract, Then for th'invaſion of a ſacred King: Who, as it were, out of the ſtarres extract, Should feare and reuerence inferiours breede, To whom from him both health and wealth doth ſpring. But though on earth men ſhould neglect this wrong, Heauens will thoſe traitors plague ere it be long. WHat ſtory or what fable can recorde Of ſuch a nombrous troupe ſo ſtrangely loſt? I know they quak'd to know it was my Lord, Whoſe name alone is worth anothers hoſt. It ſcarce ſeemes credible in many partes: But traitors feare though al the world would backe thē. They were but bodies deſtitute of harts: Moe priſoners they were then men to take them. Who would beleeue ſo few durſt ſtriue to finde So great an armie, and the armie ſhrinkes What is impoſſible to a braue minde? True valour dare attempt all that it thinkes In this encounter for t'haue had the beſt It would content more then a common thought: But ſince we want the chiefe, what of the reſt? I would be ſatisfied in all, or nought. Thoſe traitours thought t'haue finiſh'd all the warre With giuing me their Lord, whom they had bound: But I diſtruſt not mine owne force ſo farre, As for to builde vpon ſo baſe a ground. Although indeede that Darius did me wrong, I will not ſuffer others to oppreſſe him. I keepe him for my ſelfe: he doth belong To me alone: none other ſhould diſtreſſe him. Whilſt he did onely in himſelfe confide, I labour'd by all meanes to make him bow: But ſince his hard eſtate abates that pride, Turn'd is my fury to compaſſion now. Although he oft contemn'd me by his letter, Yet I am greeu'd to ſee him ſo deceiu'd. If he had but acknowledg'd me his better, 'Twas not his blood, nor kingdome that I crau'd. And if thoſe traitours haue not kild him ſtraight, Yet his deliuerie ſhall my name renoune: I would not looſe a ſubiect of ſuch waight, By which my clemencie might be made knowne: Sir, now your comming cannot doe him good. What al are fled? none haue my force withſtood? Yet Darius cannot be redeem'd againe. Why, haue they ſet him free? or is he ſlaine?