Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I must my friend even fervently exhort, Wait on my son, remember of my dream, This dangerously delectable sport, Doth make me fear the grief exceed the game. I never shall those courtesies neglect, It irks me not to think nor hear the same: For while this sprite these members doth direct, All shall concur to celebrate your fame. If 'twere your will I would not hence depart, Who all such motives unto mirth abhor, But with my passions here, retired apart, Would wail woe past and shun all cause of more. For if I strive t'abandon my annoys, I fear my fellowship infect with woe: Those that would recreate themselves with joys, Still strange mishaps attend me where I go. Yet since you will commit this charge to me, I'll use all means that you may not repent you, At lest all my defects faith shall supply, I covet nothing more than to content you. Now for to see this monsters ugly shape, With an inflamed desire my thoughts do burn, And Father, be not feared for no mishap, I hope soon, and victorious to return. Return? and whither love? O deadly word! That doth import thy parting from my sight, I heard thee name, mishap, ah my dear Lord! Should such strict limits bound so large delight? O cruel resolution, unkind dealing, And canst thou condescend to leave me so? Or from my presence privily thus stealing, Thinkst thou to rob a portion of my woe? This might indeed to thee yield some relief, To have thy ears not wounded with my moan, But would wound me with a continual grief. To fear all things where I should fear but one. Desist in time from this intended strife, With which thy thoughts have unadvisedly entered, Remember I have interest in thy life, Which I consent not to be thus adventured. Hast thou not given a proof in thy green prime, That may content the most ambitious hopes, Whilst Atis was his own, O then 'twas time To follow fancies unconfined scopes. thyself then only camped in Fortune's bounds, Thou dost endanger Caelia likewise now, You sigh her breath, she suffers in your wounds: You live in her, and she must die in you. Life of my soul, how do such broken speeches From confused passions thus abruptly rise? I know my love, thy love my mind o'erreaches, Affection schooled with fears is too too wise. I go o'erthwart the fields for sport to range, Thy sighs do but my soul with sorrow fill, And pardon (dear) I find this wondrous strange, Thou never did till now resist my will. If I trespass in aught against my duty, Which makes thee thus my faith for to mistrust, Mistrust not yet the chains of thine own beauty, Which bind all my desires and so they must.
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I muſt my friend euen feruentlie exhort, Wait on my ſonne, remember of my dreame, This dangerouſlie delectable ſport, Doth make me feare the griefe exceede the game. I neuer ſhall thoſe courteſies neglect, It irkes me not to thinke nor heare the ſame: For while this ſprite theſe members doth direct, All ſhall concurre to celebrate your fame. If t'were your will I would not hence depart, Who all ſuch motiues vnto mirth abhore, But with my paſſions heere, retird apart, Would waile wo paſt and ſhun all cauſe of more. For if I ſtriue t'abandon my annoyes, I feare my fellowſhip infect with woe: Thoſe that would recreat themſelues with ioyes, Still ſtrange miſhaps attend mee where I go. Yet ſince you will commit this charge to me, Ile vſe all meanes that you may not repent you, At leſt all my defects faith ſhall ſupplie, I couet nothing more then to content you. Now for to ſee this monſters ouglie ſhape, With an enflam'd deſire my thoughts do burne, And Father, be not feard for no miſhap, I hope ſoone, and victorious to returne. Returne? and whither loue? O deadlie word! That doth import thy parting from my ſight, I heard thee name, miſhap, ah my deere Lord! Should ſuch ſtrict limits bound ſo large delight? O cruell reſolution, vnkind dealing, And canſt thou condiſcend to leaue me ſo? Or from my preſence priuilie thus ſtealing, Thinkſt thou to rob a portion of my wo? This might indeede to thee yeeld ſome reliefe, To haue thy eares not wounded with my mone, But would wound me with a continuall griefe. To feare all things where I ſhould feare but one. Deſiſt in time from this intended ſtrife, With which thy thoughts haue vnaduiſdlie entred, Remember I haue intereſt in thy life, Which I conſent not to be thus aduentred. Haſt thou not giuen a proofe in thy greene prime, That may content the moſt ambitious hopes, Whilſt Atis was his owne, O then t'was time To follow fancies vnconfined ſcopes. Thy ſelfe then only camp'd in Fortunes bounds, Thou doſt endanger Caelia likewiſe now, You ſigh her breath, ſhe ſuffer's in your wounds: You liue in her, and ſhe muſt dye in you. Life of my ſoule, how do ſuch broken ſpeaches From confuſde paſſions thus abruptlie riſe? I know my loue, thy loue my mind o're-reaches, Affection ſchoold with feares is too too wiſe. I go o're-thwart the fields for ſport to range, Thy ſighs do but my ſoule with ſorrow fill, And pardon (deere) I find this wondrous ſtrange, Thou neuer did till now reſiſt my will. If I treſpaſſe in aught againſt my dutie, Which makes thee thus my faith for to miſtruſt, Miſtruſt not yet the chaines of thine owne beautie, Which bind all my deſires and ſo they muſt.