Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
And as it chanced, ere one could speak a word, I filled his bosom with a luke warm flood, And in his kind breast drowned the cruel sword, That in another's body drank my blood. whenas a Torch had partly robbed the night, Proud of supposed revenge (ah bitter gain) I saw, I knew, black knowledge, cruel sight, 'twas mine own brother that myself had slain. O bitter loss that nothing can repair! My soul at once with all woes army wounded, Grief, rage, spite, shame, amazement and despair, Galled, tossed, burnt, dashed, astonished, and confounded. The thought of my offence torments me most, Yet am I whiles by my loves verdict cleansed, And whiles my brother's violated ghost By dreadful dreams doth boast to be revenged. Now whilst this great disaster did occur, What came of him who was the cause of all? He having heard this lamentable stir, Whom self-accusing thoughts did guilty call, straight strucken with a wonderful remorse, I wot not whether fear or pity moved him, If not t'o'erlive her death, or dreading worse, He killed himself, his conscience so disproved him. I grant the manner of so rare mischances Would force compassion from your greatest foe, Where all the grief-begetting circumstances Do join to make a harmony in woe. But natural love doth at ourself begin, It moves far more to feel than hear mishaps, The perturbation that my sprite is in, Me in a maze of miscontentments wraps. We should such past misfortunes pretermit, At least no more immoderately lament them, And as for those which are but coming yet, Use ordinary means for to prevent them. No wonder Sir, although you take great care, Lest all your hopes in Atis person perish. I will by all the means I may, prepare To save his youth, that he my age may cherish. If it be possible for mortal states To strive against the Stars and be more strong, I'll unarm Fortune, and resist the fates, By barring both all means to do me wrong. I have commanded under pain of death, That no such weapon be within my walls, As I supposed should have abridged his breath, T'eschew such sudden evil as rashly falls. He shall go rarely to the fields, and then With chosen bands be guarded all the time: Lo where he communes with some countrymen, We will go try what they would have of him. Lend (Sir) a willing ear to humble words, Let not our baseness bar us from your grace, Which still itself alike to all affords Who bless their sight with that majestic face. My Sovereign all his subjects well remembers, As vile as our estate is thought of now You are our head, and we are of your members, And you must care for us, we care for you. Our poverty to us is no reproach, Which th'innocency of our mind adorns, We never on our neighbours' bounds encroach, But by our labours live midst many thorns.
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And as it chanc'd, ere one could ſpeake a word, I filld his boſome with a luke warme flood, And in his kind breaſt drown'd the cruell ſword, That in anothers body dranke my blood. When as a Torch had partly robde the night, Prowd of ſuppoſde reuenge (ah bitter gaine) I ſaw, I knew, blacke knowledge, cruell ſight, T'was mine owne brother that my ſelfe had ſlaine. O bitter loſſe that nothing can repaire! My ſoule at once with all woes armie wounded, Griefe, rage, ſpite, ſhame, amazement and deſpaire, Gauld, toſſd, burnd, daſhd, aſtoniſhd, and confounded. The thought of my offence torments me moſt, Yet am I whiles by my Loues verdict cleanſde, And whiles my brothers violated ghoſt By dreadfull dreames doth boaſt to be reuengde. Now whilſt this great diſaſter did occurre, What came of him who was the cauſe of all? He hauing heard this lamentable ſturre, Whom ſelfe-accuſing thoughts did guiltie call, Srait ſtrucken with a wonderful remorſe, I wot not whether feare or pitie mou'd him, If not t'ore-liue her death, or dreading worſe, He killd himſelfe, his conſcience ſo diſproou'd him. I grant the manner of ſo rare miſchances Would force compoſſion from your greateſt foe, Where all the griefe-begetting circumſtances Doe ioyne to make a harmony in woe. But naturall loue doth at our ſelfe begin, It mooues farre more to feele then heare miſhaps, The perturbation that my ſprite is in, Me in a maze of miſcontentments wraps. We ſhould ſuch paſt misfortunes pretermit, At leaſt no more immoderately lament them, And as for thoſe which are but comming yet, Vſe ordinary meanes for to preuent them. No wonder Sir, although you take great care, Leſt all your hopes in Atis perſon periſh. I will by all the meanes I may, prepare To ſaue his youth, that he my age may cheriſh. If it be poſſible for mortall ſtates To ſtriue againſt the Starres and be more ſtrong, I'le vnarme Fortune, and reſiſt the fates, By barring both all meanes to do me wrong. I haue commanded vnder paine of death, That no ſuch weapon be within my walles, As I ſuppos'd ſhould haue abridg'd his breath, T'eſchew ſuch ſudden euill as raſhly falles. He ſhall goe rarely to the fields, and then With choſen bands be guarded all the time: Loe where he communes with ſome countrey-men, We will go trie what they would haue of him. Lend (Sir) a willing eare to humble wordes, Let not our baſeneſſe barre vs from your grace, Which ſtill it ſelfe alike to all affords Who bleſſe their ſight with that Maieſtike face. My Soueraigne all his ſubiects well remembers, As vile as our eſtate is thought of now You are our head, and we are of your members, And you muſt care for vs, we care for you. Our pouertie to vs is no reproach, Which th'innocencie of our mind adorn's, We neuer on our neighbours bounds encroach, But by our labours liue midſt many thornes.