Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
What can her freedom and your peace procure? Death both can make her free, and make me sure. And would you do such evil to shed her blood? ay, t'others evil, so that it do me good. The Macedonians will abhor this wrong. And yet obey me if be most strong. But who shall have the realm amidst those broils? whoever wins the field must keep the spoils. So to possess the realm you have no right. But I have more, so long as I have might. This state doth to itself an heir afford. All kingdoms rights are pleaded by the sword. The people all will grudge against your state. But dare not stir whilst fear exceeds their hate. And in their hearts they will detest you too. Think what they will that have not power to do. What though Olympias in a little space, May lose her power, together with her breath? Yet there remains another of her race, That is by nature bound t'avenge her death. Th'impetuous streams of a tempestuous flood, That drowns all th'old, not yields the young relief? What fool that of his foes victorious stood, Would spoil an army, and yet spare the chief? No, since I must myself with murder stain, I'll by the roots raze all the royal race, So that no power shall spring from thence again, T'o'ergrow my greatness, and my plants displace. The strength hath left great Alexander's arm, Whose mother's fatal thread is now near spun; And I have means to keep myself from harm, Both of Roxane, and her tender son. But since this course may serve our states t'advance, By which a ground for great designs is lay de; I must entreat you now whatever chance, To lend your approbation, though not aid. I'll be your friend, yet wish you would refrain, From doing this; but ere you be undone, Since that I by your guiltiness may gain, I'll suffer that which I would not have done. CAn I be she whom all the world admire? As being the happiest Queen that reigned below? Whom all the planets have to plague conspire, Of fickle fortune's course th'effects to show. No, 'tis not I, nought could my course control, Nor force me thus t'attend another's will: Since I despise this prison of my soul, Where it disdains t'abide in bondage still. Ah, whilst I did on th'outward pomp rely, My state the power of higher powers did tempt, My state that once bred reverence and envy: Though now it breed but pity and contempt. Olimpias once high as Olimpius stood, The wife of Philip Alexander's mother: That matched Alcides and Achilles blood, T'engender one more worth than both together. Am I the woman whose majestic state Seemed once so happy to deceived conceits? I, I am she, and never yet more great, Than at this present, in despite of Fates.
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What can hir freedome and your peace procure? Death both can make hir free, and make me ſure. And would you do ſuch euill to ſhed her blood? I, t'others euill, ſo that it do me good. The Macedonians will abhorre this wrong. And yet obey me if be moſt ſtrong. But who ſhal haue the realme amidſt thoſe broils? Who euer winnes the field muſt keep the ſpoils. So to poſſeſſe the realme you haue no right. But I haue more, ſo long as I haue might. This ſtate doth to it ſelfe an heire afford. All kingdomes rights are pleaded by the ſword. The people all will grudge againſt your ſtate. But dare not ſtirre whilſt feare exceeds their hate. And in their hearts they will deteſt you too. Think what they wil that haue not powre to do. What though Olympias in a little ſpace, May loſe her powre, together with her breath? Yet there remaines another of her race, That is by nature bound t'auenge her death. Th'impetuous ſtreames of a tempeſtuous flood, That drownes all th'olde, not yeeldes the yong reliefe? What foole that of his foes victorious ſtoode, Would ſpoyle an armie, and yet ſpare the chiefe? No, ſince I muſt my ſelfe with murder ſtaine, Ile by the rootes raze all the royall race, So that no powre ſhall ſpring from thence againe, T'oregrow my greatneſſe, and my plants diſplace. The ſtrength hath left great Alexanders arme, Whoſe mothers fatall threed is now neere ſpunne; And I haue meanes to keepe my ſelfe from harme, Both of Roxane, and her tender ſonne. But ſince this courſe may ſerue our ſtates t'aduance, By which a ground for great deſignes is lay de; I muſt intreate you now what euer chance, To lend your approbation, though not ayde. Ile be your friend, yet wiſh you would refraine, From doing this; but ere you be vndone, Since that I by your guiltineſſe may gaine, Ile ſuffer that which I would not haue done. CAn I be ſhe whom all the world admirde? As being the happieſt Queene that raignd below? Whom all the planets haue to plague conſpirde, Of fickle fortunes courſe th'effects to ſhow. No, t'is not I, nought could my courſe controule, Nor force me thus t'attend anothers will: Since I deſpiſe this priſon of my ſoule, Where it diſdains t'abide in bondage ſtill. Ah, whilſt I did on th'outward pomp rely, My ſtate the powre of higher powres did tempt, My ſtate that once bred reuerence and enuie: Though now it breede but pittie and contempt. Olimpias once high as Olimpius ſtoode, The wife of Philip Alexanders mother: That matcht Alcides and Achilles blood, T'ingender one more worth than both together. Am I the woman whoſe maieſtike ſtate Seemde once ſo happy to deceiu'd conceits? I, I am ſhe, and neuer yet more great, Than at this preſent, in deſpight of Fates.