Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
To comprise All sounds of voices, in few marks of Letters— Nay you must never hope to lay her now. And so we may arrive by Talmud skill, And profane Greek, to raise the building up Of Helen's house, against the Ismaelite, King of Thogarma, and his Habergions Brimstony, blue, and fiery; and the force Of King Abaddon, & the Beast of Cittim: Which Rabbi David Kimchi, Onkelos, And Aben-Ezra do interpret Rome. How did you put her into't? Alas Of a fifth Monarchy I would erect, Which the Philosopher's stone (by chance) And Falls on the other four strait. Out of 〈◊〉 I told you so. 'Slid stop her mouth. Is't She'll never leave else. If the old man hea We are but feceses, Ashes. What's to do O, we are lost. Now she hears him, she 〈◊〉 Where shall I hide me? How! What sight is here? Close deeds of Darkness, and that shun the light! Bring him again. Who is he? What, my Son? O, I have lived too long. Nay good, dear Father, There was no'vnchast purpose. Not, and flee me, When I come in? That was my Error. Error? Gild, guilt, my Son. Give it the right Name. No marvel, If I found check in our great Work within, When such affairs as these were managing. Why, have you so? It has gone back this half hour: And all the rest of our less Works stand still. Where is the Instrument of wickedness, My lewd false Drudge? Nay good Sir blame not him. Believe me, 'twas against his Will, or Knowledge. I saw her by chance. Will you commit more sin, T'excuse a Varlet? By my hope, 'tis true Sir. Nay, than I wonder less, if you, for whom The blessing was prepared, would so tempt heaven: And lose your fortunes. Why Sir? This will hinder The Work, a Month at least. Why, if it do, What remedy? but think it not, good Father: Our purposes were honest. As they were, So the reward will prove. How now! Ay me. God, and all Saints be good to us. What's that? O Sir, we are defeated: all the Works Are flown in fumo. Every Glass is burst. Furnace, and all rend down: as if a Bolt Of thunder had been driven through the house. Retorts, Receivers, Pelicans, Bolt-heads, All struck in shivers. Help good Sir. Alas, Coldness, and Death invades him. Nay, Sir Mammon, Do the fair offices of a man. You stand, As you were readier to depart, than he. Who's there? My Lord her Brother is come. Ha, Lungs? His Coach is at the door. Avoid his sight, For he's as furious, as his Sister is mad. Alas! My brain is quite undone with the fume, Sir, I ne'er must hope to be mine own man again. Is all lost, Lungs? Will nothing be preserved, Of all our cost? Faith, very little, Sir. A peck of coals, or so, which is cold comfort, Sir.
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To comprise All sounds of voices, in few markes of Letters— Nay you must neuer hope to lay her now. And so we may arriue by Talmud skill, And profane Greeke, to raise the building vp Of Helens house, against the Ismaelite, King of Thogarma, and his Habergions Brimstony, blew, and firy; and the force Of King Abaddon, & the Beast of Cittim: Which Rabbi Dauid Kimchi, Onkelos, And Aben-Ezra doe interpret Rome. How did you put her into't? Alasse Of a fift Monarchy I would erect, Which the Philosophers stone (y chance) And Falls on the other foure straight. Out of I told you so. 'Slid stop her mouth. Is't She'll neuer leaue else. If the old man hea VVe are but foeces, Ashes. VVhat's to doe O, we are lost. Now she heares him, she Where shall I hide me? How! What sight is here? Close deedes of Darknesse, and that shunne the light! Bring him againe. Who is he? What, my Sonne? O, I haue liu'd too long. Nay good, deare Father, There was no'vnchast purpose. Not, and flee me, When I come in? That was my Error. Error? Guilt, guilt, my Sonne. Giue it the right Name. No maruaile, If I found check in our great Worke within, When such affayres as these were managing. Why, haue you so? It has gone back this halfe houre: And all the rest of our lesse Workes stand still. Where is the Instrument of wickednesse, My lewd false Drudge? Nay good Sir blame not him. Beleeue me, 'twas against his Will, or Knowledge. I saw her by chance. Will you commit more sinne, T'excuse a Varlet? By my hope, 'tis true Sir. Nay, then I wonder lesse, if you, for whom The blessing was prepar'd, would so tempt heauen: And loose your fortunes. Why Sir? This will hinder The Worke, a Month at least. Why, if it doe, What remedie? but thinke it not, good Father: Our purposes were honest. As they were, So the reward will proue. How now! Aye me. God, and all Saints be good to vs. What's that? O Sir, we are defeated: all the Workes Are flowne in fumo. Euery Glasse is burst. Fornace, and all rent downe: as if a Bolt Of thunder had beene drien through the house. Retorts, Receiuers, Pellicanes, Bolt-heads, All strooke in shiuers. Help good Sir. Alasse, Coldnesse, and Death inuades him. Nay, Sir Mammon, Do the fayre offices of a man. You stand, As you were readier to depart, then he. Who's there? My Lord her Brother is come. Ha, Lungs? His Coach is at the dore. Auoid his sight, For hee's as furious, as his Sister is mad. Alasse! My braine is quite vndone with the fume, Sir, I ne'er must hope to be mine owne man againe. Is all lost, Lungs? Will nothing be preseru'd, Of all our cost? Faith, very little, Sir. A peck of coales, or so, which is cold comfort, Sir.