Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
If Solyman who hath beene thy best Fortune, Safe thou wilt see, or safe his state preserue, Make haste. The State did neuer ill deserue. Occasion! when art thou more glorious, Than euen now; when thou requir'st of me, To fall with States in common destinie? States trespasse not: Tyrants they be that swarue, And bring vpon all Empires age, or death. By making Truth but only Princes breath. This Monarchie first rose by Industrie; Honor held vp by vniuersall Fame, Stirring mens mindes to strange Audacitie: Great ends procur'd our Armies greater name: To enemies no Iniurie had blame: Worth was not proud: Authoritie was wise; And did not on her owne then tyrannize. Now own'd by humor of this dotard King (Who, swolne with practise of long Gouernment, Doth staine the Publike with ill managing) Honor is layd a-sleepe: Fame is vnbent: His Will, his End; and Powers right euery where: Now, what can this, but dissolution, beare? Whether our choyce, or Nature gaue vs Kings, The end of either was the good of all: Where many strengths make this Omnipotence, The good of many there is naturall. One drawes from all: Can that be fortunate? All leaue this one: Can this be Iniurie? And shall I helpe to stay the Peoples rage From this Estate, thus ruined with Age? No People, No. Question these Thrones of Tyrants; Reuiue your old equalities of Nature; Authority is more than that she maketh. Lend not your strengths to keepe your owne strengths vnder. Proceed in Furie: Furie hath Law, and Reason, Where it doth plague the wickednesse of Treason. For when whole Kingdomes surfet, and must fall, Iustice diuides not there, but ruines all. Besides of Duties 'twixt the earth, and skie, He can obserue no one that cannot die. But stay! Shall Man the Damme, and Graue of Crownes, With Mutinie, pull sacred Scepters downe? People of Wisdome voide, with Passion fill'd, While they keepe names still presse to ruine things: Freedome dissolues them; Order they refuse: Worth, Freedome, Power, and Right while they destroy; Worth, Freedome, Power, and Right they would enioy. What soule then louing Nature, Dutie, Order, Would hold a life of such a statelesse State, As, made of Humors, must giue Honor fate? No Achmat! Rather, with thy hazard, striue To saue this high rais'd Soueraigntie, Vnder whose wings there was Prosperitie. I yeeld. But how? Force is impossible; for that is theirs: Counsell shewes, like their enemie, Delay: Order turnes all desires into feares: Their Art is violence: and Chance their end: What, but Occasion, there can be my friend? Behold where Rossa comes, in her lookes varying, Like rage, that with it selfe, still feares miscarying.
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If Solyman who hath beene thy best Fortune, Safe thou wilt see, or safe his state preserue, Make haste. The State did neuer ill deserue. Occasion! when art thou more glorious, Than euen now; when thou requir'st of me, To fall with States in common destinie? States trespasse not: Tyrants they be that swarue, And bring vpon all Empires age, or death. By making Truth but only Princes breath. This Monarchie first rose by Industrie; Honor held vp by vniuersall Fame, Stirring mens mindes to strange Audacitie: Great ends procur'd our Armies greater name: To enemies no Iniurie had blame: Worth was not proud: Authoritie was wise; And did not on her owne then tyrannize. Now own'd by humor of this dotard King (Who, swolne with practise of long Gouernment, Doth staine the Publike with ill managing) Honor is layd a-sleepe: Fame is vnbent: His Will, his End; and Powers right euery where: Now, what can this, but dissolution, beare? Whether our choyce, or Nature gaue vs Kings, The end of either was the good of all: Where many strengths make this Omnipotence, The good of many there is naturall. One drawes from all: Can that be fortunate? All leaue this one: Can this be Iniurie? And shall I helpe to stay the Peoples rage From this Estate, thus ruined with Age? No People, No. Question these Thrones of Tyrants; Reuiue your old equalities of Nature; Authority is more than that she maketh. Lend not your strengths to keepe your owne strengths vnder. Proceed in Furie: Furie hath Law, and Reason, Where it doth plague the wickednesse of Treason. For when whole Kingdomes surfet, and must fall, Iustice diuides not there, but ruines all. Besides of Duties 'twixt the earth, and skie, He can obserue no one that cannot die. But stay! Shall Man the Damme, and Graue of Crownes, With Mutinie, pull sacred Scepters downe? People of Wisdome voide, with Passion fill'd, While they keepe names still presse to ruine things: Freedome dissolues them; Order they refuse: Worth, Freedome, Power, and Right while they destroy; Worth, Freedome, Power, and Right they would enioy. What soule then louing Nature, Dutie, Order, Would hold a life of such a statelesse State, As, made of Humors, must giue Honor fate? No Achmat! Rather, with thy hazard, striue To saue this high rais'd Soueraigntie, Vnder whose wings there was Prosperitie. I yeeld. But how? Force is impossible; for that is theirs: Counsell shewes, like their enemie, Delay: Order turnes all desires into feares: Their Art is violence: and Chance their end: What, but Occasion, there can be my friend? Behold where Rossa comes, in her lookes varying, Like rage, that with it selfe, still feares miscarying.