Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Lo, Polispercon by our power repelled, From Macedon hath retired dismayed: And for the fear of us hath been compelled, T'engage his glory for another's aid. Let him not think the shadow of the kings, Can match my power with these his borrowed bands, For his faint flight that's framed with others' wings, Will never bear him from Cassander's hands. And though Olimpias countenanced once his cause, As from Epirus brought to ruin me: Now of her own mishap she most must pause, Since brought by us of late t'a low degree. And yet Olimpias had a good success, When first she touched the Macedonian bounds: Whilst Polispercon proudly did repress All those that durst resist with words, or wounds. Though Philip and Eurydice his Queen, T'encounter with their troops in time arrived: Yet when the Macedonians had her seen, As their own Queen to honour her they strived. And hapless Philip being constrained to yield, There for a king's did take a captives state: And his wretched mate (though flying from the field) Was followed by their forces, and her fate. Then thus her husband and herself gave place, Whose brows of late th'imperial badge had borne: But then thrown down in th'Ocean of disgrace, A prey t'a woman's pride, the butt of scorn. Those were the means that did them first entrap, But have you heard how after they were thrall: To plague the world with honour and mishap, Th'enraged Olimpias tyrannized over all. Some doubtful rumours did frequent each ear, Such as rash fame confusedly durst unfold: But yet concealed, by favour, or for fear, The certainty to us hath not been told. When thus the famished tigress did surprise Those miserable souls, (as in a dream) Her heart at first seemed scarce to trust her eyes, She surfeited her sight so with their shame. But when she saw by reason of her power, That she might safely let her rage burst out: She caused about them both to build a tower, Within whose walls they scarce could turn about. And in that dungeon as entombed they stood, With high disgrace t'assuage more high disdains: Far from all comfort whilst a little food Their life prolonged, but to prolong their pains. But Pity for th'unfortunate contends, As Envy still prosperity controls: The Macedonians doubtful of their ends, Would sometime murmur for those martyred souls. The people's grudge Olimpias did perceive, And to prevent what fury might effect, She straight resolved life's remnant to bereave, From weakened powers that did no less expect. And when some barbarous Thracians bent for blood, As she appointed in th'excess of spite: Had murdered Philip and his Queen imbrued, With purple streams that spoiled her husband's sprite. She sent to her, whose soul in grief did sink, As messengers of death t' assault her breast: A sword, a cord, and an empoisoned drink, A tyrants presents, yet a wretch's best.
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Lo, Poliſpercon by our powre repeld, From Macedonie hath retirde diſmaide: And for the feare of vs hath bin compeld, T'engage his glory for anothers ayde. Let him not thinke the ſhaddow of the kings, Can match my powre with theſe his borrow'd bands, For his faint flight that's fram'd with others wings, Will neuer beare him from Caſſanders hands. And though Olimpias countnanc'd once his cauſe, As from Epirus brought to ruine mee: Now of her owne miſhap ſhe moſt muſt pauſe, Since brought by vs of late t'a low degree. And yet Olimpias had a good ſucceſſe, When firſt ſhe touch'd the Macedonian bounds: Whilſt Poliſpercon prowdly did repreſſe All thoſe that durſt reſiſt with words, or wounds. Though Philip and Euridice his Queene, T'encounter with their troupes in time arriu'de: Yet when the Macedonians had her ſeene, As their owne Queene to honor her they ſtriu'de. And hapleſſe Philip being conſtrainde to yield, There for a kings did take a captiues ſtate: And his wretch'd mate (though flying from the field) Was follow'd by their forces, and her fate. Then thus her husband and her ſelfe gaue place, Whoſe browes of late th'imperiall badge had borne: But then throwne downe in th'Ocean of diſgrace, A prey t'a womans pride, the butt of ſcorne. Thoſe were the meanes that did them firſt entrap, But haue you heard how after they were thrall: To plague the world with honour and miſ-hap, Th'enragde Olimpias tyrranizde ouer all. Some doubtfull rumours did frequent ech eare, Such as raſh fame confus'dly durſt vnfould: But yet conceald, by fauor, or for feare, The certaintie to vs hath not bin tolde. When thus the famiſh'd tygreſſe did ſurpriſe Thoſe miſerable ſoules, (as in a dreame) Her heart at firſt ſeemde ſcarſe to truſt her eyes, She ſurfetted her ſight ſo with their ſhame. But when ſhe ſawe by reaſon of her powre, That ſhe might ſafely let her rage burſt out: She cauſde about them both to build a towre, Within whoſe walles they ſcarce could turne about. And in that dungeon as entomb'd they ſtood, With high diſgrace t'aſſwage more high diſdaines: Farre from all comfort whilſt a litle foode Their life prolong'd, but to prolong their paines. But Pittie for th'vnfortunate contendes, As Enuy ſtill proſperitie controules: The Macedonians doubtfull of their ends, Would ſometime murmure for thoſe marterd ſoules. The peoples grudge Olimpias did perceiue, And to preuent what fury might effect, She ſtrait reſolu'd lifes remnant to bereaue, From weakned powres that did no leſſe exſpect. And when ſome barbarous Thracians bent for blood, As ſhe appointed in th'exceſſe of ſpight: Had murdred Philip and his Queene imbrude, With purple ſtreames that ſpoil'd her husbands ſpright. She ſent to her, whoſe ſoule in griefe did ſinke, As meſſengers of death t' aſſault her breaſt: A ſword, a cord, and an empoiſon'd drinke, A Tirants preſents, yet a wretches beſt.