Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.76 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Prince Pericl●s', touch not, upon thy life; For that's an Article within our Law, As dangerous as the rest: your time's expired, Either expound now, or receive your sentence. Great King, Few love to hear the sins they love to act, 'Twould brayed yourself too near for me to tell it: Who has a book of all that monarchs do, he's more secure to keep it shut, then shown. For Vice repeated, is like the wandering Wind, Blows dust in others eyes to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear: To stop the Air would hurt them, the blind Mole casts Copt hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is thronged By man's oppression, and the poor Worm doth die for't: Kings are earth's Gods; in vice, their law's their will: And if Ioue stray, who dares say, Ioue doth ill: It is enough you know, and it is fit; What being more known, grows worse, to smother it. All love the Womb that their first being bred, Then give my tongue like leave, to love my head. Heaven, that I had thy head; he has found the meaning: But I will gloze with him. Young Prince of Tyre, Though by the tenor of your strict edict, Your exposition misinterpreting, We might proceed to counsel of your days; Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise; Forty days longer we do respite you, If by which time, our secret be undone, This mercy shows, we'll joy in such a Son: And until then, your entertain shall be As doth befit our honour and your worth. How courtesy would seem to cover sin, When what is done, is like an hypocrite, The which is good in nothing but in sight. If it be true that I interpret false, Then were it certain you were not so bad, As with foul Incest to abuse your soul: Where now you both a Father and a Son, By your untimely clasp with your Child, (Which pleasures fits a husband, not a father) And she an eater of her Mother's flesh, By the defiling of her Parent's bed, And both like Serpents are; who though they feed On sweetest Flowers, yet they Poison breed. Antioch farewell, for Wisdom sees those men, Blush not in actions blacker than the night, Will show no course to keep them from the light: One sin (I know) another doth provoke; murder's as near to Lust, as Flame to Smoke: Poison and Treason are the hands of Sin, I, and the targets to put off the shame, Then lest my life be cropped, to keep you clear, By flight, I'll shun the danger which I fear.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Prince Pericls, touch not, vpon thy life; For that's an Article within our Law, As dangerous as the rest: your time's expir'd, Either expound now, or receiue your sentene. Great King, Few loue to heare the sinnes they loue to act, T'wold brayde your selfe too neare for me to tell it: Who has a booke of all that Monarches doe, Hee's more secure to keepe it shut, then showne. For Vice repeated, is like the wandring Wind, Blowes dust in others eyes to spread it selfe; And yet the end of all is bought thus deare, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see cleare: To stop the Ayre would hurt them, the blind Mole cast Copt hilles towards heauen, to tell the earth is throng'd By mans oppression, and the poore Worme doth die for't: Kinges are earths Gods; in vice, their law's their will: And if oue stray, who dares say, oue doth ll: It is enough you know, and it is fit; What being more knowne, growes worse, to smother it. All loue the Wombe that their first beeing bred, Then giue my tongue like leaue, to loue my head. Heauen, that I had thy head; he ha's found the meaning: But I will gloze with him. Young Prince of Tyre, Though by the tenour of your strict edict, Your exposition misinterpreting, We might proceed to counsell of your dayes; Yet hope, succeeding from so faire a tree As your faire selfe, doth tune vs otherwise; Fourtie dayes longer we doe respite you, If by which time, ou cret be vndone, This mercy shewes, weele ioy in such a Sonne: And vntill then, your entertaine shall bee As doth befit our honour and your worth. How courtesie would seeme to couer sinne, When what is done, is like an hipocrite, The which is good in nothing but in sight. If it be true that I interpret false, Then were it certaine you were not so bad, As with foule Incest to abuse your soule: Where now you both a Father and a Sonne, By your vntimely claspings with your Child, (Which pleasures fittes a husband, not a father) And shee an eater of her Mothers flesh, By the defiling of her Parents bed, And both like Serpents are; who though they feed On sweetest Flowers, yet they Poyson breed. Antioch farewell, for Wisedome sees those men, Blush not in actions blacker then the night, Will shew no course to keepe them from the light: One sinne (I know) another doth prouoke; Murther's as neere to Lust, as Flame to Smoake: Poyson and Treason are the hands of Sinne, I, and the targets to put off the shame, Then least my life be cropt, to keepe you cleare, By flight, Ile shun the danger which I feare.