Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
But tell: what made Camena thinke this thought? Or by whom could she thinke to haue it wrought? Mischiefe it selfe is cause of mischiefe done. What should she feare; since with her is combin'd Mustapha, this States Successor, and your Sonne? Can this be true? Is humane Nature such, As in the worst part none can thinke too much? The ruines of my owne may shew my faith: For I can see no comforts after you; Yet to your Bassha's know I not what's true. Discouer how these Treasons came to light. Call Achmat first: for Truth is but a blast, Till it his censures Oracle hath past. What scornes be these? how am I thus possest? Hath Achmat other Greatnesse than by me? If greater by you than your selfe he be. In Kings the secrets of Creation rest. Sir! you created him: he all the rest. I gaue that to his Worth, Faith, Industrie. And so these gifts tyed to your children be. What can his Age expect by innouation? Ambition gets by doing, Estimation. His power hath no true Basis, but my Grace. Sir? Strength, like Number, multiplies by place. Decrepit slaue, vile creature of mine; Lies it in his base thoughts, and shaking hands, To moue the props whereon my Empire stands? The name of Power is yours; the being his; By whom Creation, Hope; Reward, and Feare Spread, and disposed still are, euery where. Besides, there is no Age in mans desire, Which still is actiue, yong, and cannot rest: For Achmat knowes you will not what you can; Since Crownes do change a State, but not the Man. His Life, and Fortune stand vpon my breath. Contempt deposeth Kings, as well as death. But tell: How doth their Treacherie appeare? Hath she confest? Or who doth them accuse? This Guidon, with her owne hand wrought, and sent, Beares perfect record what was their intent. Expound: What is the meaning of this worke, Vnder whose Art the arts of Mischiefe lurke? These Clouds, they be the house of Iealousie, Which fire, and water both, within them beare, Where Good shewes lesse, Ills greater than they be. Saturne here feeds on Children that be his. His word; A fatall winding sheet Succession is. This pretious Hill, where daintynesse seemes wast, By Natures art, that all Art will exceed, In carelesse finesse shewes the sweet estate Of Strength, and Prouidence together plac'd: Two Intercessors reconciling hate, And giuing feare euen of it selfe a taste. Those Waues, which beate vpon the cliffes, doe show The cruell stormes, which Enuie hath below. The Border round about in Characts hath The minde of all; which in effect is this: 'Tis hard to know; as hard, and harder too, When men doe know, to bring their hearts to doe. What said she, when you shewed her this worke? Like them that are descried, and faine would lurke. For while she would haue made her selfe seeme cleare, She made her fault still more and more appeare.
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But tell: what made Camena thinke this thought? Or by whom could she thinke to haue it wrought? Mischiefe it selfe is cause of mischiefe done. What should she feare; since with her is combin'd Mustapha, this States Successor, and your Sonne? Can this be true? Is humane Nature such, As in the worst part none can thinke too much? The ruines of my owne may shew my faith: For I can see no comforts after you; Yet to your Bassha's know I not what's true. Discouer how these Treasons came to light. Call Achmat first: for Truth is but a blast, Till it his censures Oracle hath past. What scornes be these? how am I thus possest? Hath Achmat other Greatnesse than by me? If greater by you than your selfe he be. In Kings the secrets of Creation rest. Sir! you created him: he all the rest. I gaue that to his Worth, Faith, Industrie. And so these gifts tyed to your children be. What can his Age expect by innouation? Ambition gets by doing, Estimation. His power hath no true Basis, but my Grace. Sir? Strength, like Number, multiplies by place. Decrepit slaue, vile creature of mine; Lies it in his base thoughts, and shaking hands, To moue the props whereon my Empire stands? The name of Power is yours; the being his; By whom Creation, Hope; Reward, and Feare Spread, and disposed still are, euery where. Besides, there is no Age in mans desire, Which still is actiue, yong, and cannot rest: For Achmat knowes you will not what you can; Since Crownes do change a State, but not the Man. His Life, and Fortune stand vpon my breath. Contempt deposeth Kings, as well as death. But tell: How doth their Treacherie appeare? Hath she confest? Or who doth them accuse? This Guidon, with her owne hand wrought, and sent, Beares perfect record what was their intent. Expound: What is the meaning of this worke, Vnder whose Art the arts of Mischiefe lurke? These Clouds, they be the house of Iealousie, Which fire, and water both, within them beare, Where Good shewes lesse, Ills greater than they be. Saturne here feeds on Children that be his. His word; A fatall winding sheet Succession is. This pretious Hill, where daintynesse seemes wast, By Natures art, that all Art will exceed, In carelesse finesse shewes the sweet estate Of Strength, and Prouidence together plac'd: Two Intercessors reconciling hate, And giuing feare euen of it selfe a taste. Those Waues, which beate vpon the cliffes, doe show The cruell stormes, which Enuie hath below. The Border round about in Characts hath The minde of all; which in effect is this: 'Tis hard to know; as hard, and harder too, When men doe know, to bring their hearts to doe. What said she, when you shewed her this worke? Like them that are descried, and faine would lurke. For while she would haue made her selfe seeme cleare, She made her fault still more and more appeare.