Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
And pardon me, (dear Son) it's a great Love That makes me watch so warily o'er thy ways, Th'affection of a Father what may move, Whom such an eminent danger not dismays? The Heavens of late advertised me by Dream, That some sad fortune did attend thy Youth, New Meteors and strange Stars through th'air still stream, Which are as Oracles of Ioues own mouth. This was the cause that hastened Us so much To have thee bound to Hymen's hallowed Law, This was the cause that all our care was such, Out of our sight all weapons to withdraw. Scorn not th'amazing Comets that thou notes, The Stars to mortal States have terms prefixed, And think not only that my love but dotes, For if thou fall, my fate with thine is mixed. Would God I had some means once ere my death To satisfy that infinite desert; Which I shall hold so long as I have breath, Deep registered with reverence in my heart. Yet (Sir) we see it is a natural thing For too excessive love t'engender fears, A sport like this can no great peril bring Where either all delights the eyes or th'ears. If from my former deeds I now should shrink, As void of virtue to soft pleasure thrall, Of your two Sons what might your subjects think, Th'one wanting but one sense, and th'other all. What fancies might my late spoused love possess, To see her husband hateful in their sights? And from the height of Honour to digress, To womanize with courtly vain delights: Though women love t'have men at their devotion, They hate base minds that hatch no noble motion. Well, well, my Son, I see thou must prevail, Go follow forth the chase, use thine own will, Yet stay, or let my words thus much avail, Walk warily now t'eschew this threatened ill. Thy haughty sprite t'attempt all hazards bent, I fear transport thee to a fatal strife, (God grant I be deceived) yet take good tent, Thy over-frank courage may betray thy life. And (dear Adrastus,) I must let him know What benefits I have bestowed on thee, Not to upbraid thee, no, but for to show How I may trust thee best that's bound to me. When thou from Phrigia come defiled with blood, And a fraternal violated love: When in a most extreme estate thou stood, Chased from thy father's face, cursed from above. Thou found me friendly, and my Court thy rest, A Sanctuary sacred for thy safety, Where thou wast entertained as pleased thee best, I think those dangers scaped should make thee crafty. Yet though I graced thee erst, 'twas but a sign Of a heroic mind that helps the wretched: But in thy hands my soul I'll now consign, And give a proof of love not to be matched. Behold how Atis of our age the shield, Whose harm as you have heard I feared ere now, Is to go take his pastime in the field, And with his custody I'll credit you.
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And pardon me, (deare Sonne) it's a great Loue That makes me watch ſo warily o're thy wayes, Th'affection of a Father what may moue, Whom ſuch an eminent danger not diſmayes? The Heau'ns of late aduertiſde me by Dreame, That ſome ſadde fortune did attend thy Youth, New Meteors and ſtrange Stars through th'aire ſtill ſtreame, Which are as Oracles of Ioues owne mouth. This was the cauſe that haſtned Vs ſo much To haue thee bound to Himens hallow'd Law, This was the cauſe that all our care was ſuch, Out of our ſight all weapons to withdraw. Scorne not th'amazing Comets that thou notes, The Starres to mortall States haue termes prefixt, And thinke not only that my loue but dotes, For if thou fall, my fate with thine is mixt. Would God I had ſome meanes once ere my death To ſatisfie that infinite deſart; Which I ſhall hold ſo long as I haue breath, Deepe regiſtred with reu'rence in my hart. Yet (Sir) we ſee it is a naturall thing For too exceſſiue loue t'engender feares, A ſport like this can no great perill bring Where either all delights the eyes or th'eares. If from my former deedes I now ſhould ſhrinke, As void of vertue to ſoft pleaſure thrall, Of your two Sonnes what might your ſubiects thinke, Th'one wanting but one ſenſe, and th'other all. What fancies might my late ſpouſd loue poſſeſſe, To ſee her husband hatefull in their ſights? And from the height of Honour to digreſſe, To womanize with courtly vaine delights: Though women loue t'haue men at their deuotion, They hate baſe mindes that hatch no noble motion. Well, well, my Sonne, I ſee thou muſt preuaile, Go follow forth the chaſe, vſe thine owne will, Yet ſtay, or let my words thus much auaile, Walke warilie now t'eſchue this threatned ill. Thy hautie ſprite t'attempt all hazards bent, I feare tranſport thee to a fatall ſtrife, (God grant I be deceau'd) yet take good tent, Thy ouer-franke courage may betray thy life. And (deere Adrastus,) I muſt let him know What benefites I haue beſtow'd on thee, Not to vpbraid thee, no, but for to ſhow How I may truſt thee beſt that's bound to me. When thou from Phrigia come defild with blood, And a fraternall violated loue: When in a moſt extreme eſtate thou ſtood, Chac'd from thy fathers face, curſt from aboue. Thou found me friendlie, and my Court thy reſt, A Sanctuarie ſacred for thy ſafetie, Where thou waſt entertain'd as pleaſ'd thee beſt, I thinke thoſe dangers ſcap't ſhould make thee craftie. Yet though I grac'd thee earſt, t'was but a ſigne Of a heroick mind that helps the wretched: But in thy hands my ſoule ile now conſigne, And giue a proofe of loue not to be matched. Behold how Atis of our age the ſhield, Whoſe harme as you haue heard I fear'd ere now, Is to go take his paſtime in the field, And with his cuſtodie ile credit you.