Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Now hath he got a liberty at last With no less ransom than his dearest breath. Then is all Asia's expectation past. Tell on at length the manner of his death. The boiling ardour of th'ascending Sun Had caused in me a moisture parching drought, Which made me from the way a little run, To find some fountain to refresh my mouth, Their where a source her liquours softly scatters, Which shadowed was from Titan's parching beams, I cooled my thirst with the cold crystal waters. Which seemed to murmur that I forced their streams. When lo I saw (a lamentable sight) Two wounded horses draw a bloody coach, All clad with skins in most uncomely plight, Which narrowly t'spy I did approach. One was within, who could not long escape The doubtful passage of th'infernal gates: Yet majesty triumphing o'er mishap, He seemed to threaten fortune; and the Fates, And as not to so base a fortune borne, While all his blood abundantly devaled, Burst forth into these words in Fortune's scorn, As one whose courage could not be appalled, You gaze to see, and have good cause wherefore, A man, no man; a King, no King; what monster? Now less than nought, who once was both, & more: Which few now by my present state would construe. And yet amidst my evils I must rejoice, That this last comfort doth forego my end: I speak to one that understands my voice, And not in vain my dying-speeches spend. I am, but how? in name, but not in power, That wretched Darius (which I should suppress) Once happy, as you heard, but at this hour The very pattern of extreme distress; Then a while pausing after thus proceeded: Tell Alexander these last words from me: Although my hatred still towards him exceeded, Yet I am forced far in his debt to die. I thank him highly for his great goodwill, My mother, wife, and children so preserving. Pray him t'use them that rest as gently still For his own goodness sake, not my deserving. They to his foe pertain, and yet he strives To have them honoured now, as in times past: But those who held of me both lands and lives, Of land and life have me deprived at last. I pray you on my part entreat him thus Not to permit that unrevenged below My ghost do wander. By his care of us That men his justice, and their fault may know. Beside the honour, which he shall acquire In plaguing them that have betrayed my trust; Men shall his magnanimity admire, And fear t'offend him whom they find so just. Lo, all my pomp is past, my time expired: My wealth evanished like watery bubbles. o'er many a mighty people I empired: Yet hath my life been but a stage of troubles. And since my glass is run, my glory gone, And I dead to the world, the world to me; I wish that all parts of th'earth's globe in one May condescend his subjects for to be.
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Now hath he got a liberty at laſt With no leſſe ranſome then his deareſt breath. Then is all Aſias expectation paſt. Tell on at length the maner of his death. The boyling ardour of th'aſcending Sunne Had caus'd in me a moyſture parching drouth, Which made me from the way a little runne, To finde ſome fountaine to refreſh my mouth, Their where a ſource her liquors ſoftly ſcatters, Which ſhaddow'd was from Titans parching beames, I coold my thirſt with the colde chriſtall waters. Which ſeem'd to murmur that I forc'd their ſtreames. When loe I ſawe (a lamentable ſight) Two wounded horſes drawe a bloody coache, All clad with skinnes in moſt vncomely plight, Which narrowlie t'eſpy I did approach. One was within, who could not long eſcape The doubtfull paſſage of th'infernall gates: Yet maieſtie triumphing ou'r miſhap, He ſeem'd to threaten fortune; and the Fates, And as not to ſo baſſe a fortune borne, While all his blood aboundantly deval'd, Burſt forth into theſe words in Fortunes ſcorne, As one whoſe courage could not be appal'd, You gaze to ſee, and haue good cauſe wherefore, A man, no man; a King, no King; what monſter? Now leſſe then nought, who once was both, & more: Which few now by my preſent ſtate would conſter. And yet amidſt my euils I muſt reioyce, That this laſt comfort doth fore-goe my end: I ſpeake to one that vnderſtands my voice, And not in vaine my dying-ſpeeches ſpend. I am, but how? in name, but not in pow'r, That wretched Darius (which I ſhould ſuppreſſe) Once happy, as you heard, but at this houre The very patterne of extreame diſtreſſe; Then a while pawſing after thus proceeded: Tell Alexander theſe laſt wordes from me: Although my hatred ſtill t'wards him exceeded, Yet I am forc'd far in his debt to die. I thanke him highlie for his great good-will, My mother, wife, and children ſo preſeruing. Pray him t'vſe them that reſt as gently ſtill For his owne goodneſſe ſake, not my deſeruing. They to his foe pertaine, and yet he ſtriues To haue them honour'd now, as in times paſt: But thoſe who held of me both lands and liues, Of land and life haue me depriu'd at laſt. I pray you on my part entreat him thus Not to permit that vnreueng'd belowe My ghoſt do wander. By his care of vs That men his Iuſtice, and their fault may knowe. Beſide the honour, which he ſhall acquire In plaguing them that haue betraide my truſt; Men ſhall his magnanimitie admire, And feare t'offend him whome they finde ſo iuſt. Loe, all my pompe is paſt, my time expir'd: My wealth evaniſhed like watrie bubbles. Ou'r many a mightie people I impyr'd: Yet hath my life beene but a ſtage of troubles. And ſince my glaſſe is runne, my glory gone, And I dead to the world, the world to me; I wiſh that all parts of th'earths globe in one May condeſcend his ſubiects for to be.