Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Death! you are abused, Were I the man appointed to sustain, So undeserved a signal of disgrace, The proudest King in Europe should perceive, I'd not digest an injury so base. You being the subject of such high abuse, You should with faction terrify the King, Amaze the Court, and make your opposites Tremble again like babes, who shaking stand, Doubtful of mercy from the tutor's hand. Were I the man whom dignity of place Entitled to such vast prerogative As you enjoy, no scandal, no disgrace, Should touch my honour without full revenge: The King himself should not escape my spleen, (Upon so just a quarrel) I'd affront His ample greatness: nay expostulate On equal terms, why without open cause He should reject my service with a frown, I'd tax him of ungoverned appetite, Self-humour, peevish ignorance of state, And charge him to amend infirmities: If like a tyrant he but durst reply, Rating the licence of audacity, Then would I menace torture; I would tear, The big voluminous Title he doth wear Pined on his back by parasites and knaves, Who though they want, yet can bestow much grace, Kings when they leave to be upright, are base. Make me acknowledge this thy love sincere, Bring thy magnanimous courage into act; O be my agent, reconcile the doubts Which do possess my intellectual sense. The Statesmen are my sole Antigonists, They do seduce and steal away the King. Keep his heroic bounty for themselves; They do detain his nature punctually, Make him (deluded) parsimonious, Erect who pleases their magnificence, Who them displease, the king must frown upon: They do entomb the silly wretch alive, Make him as dead, to eminent designs, Which they approve not; then revive his will, To adventure such, as none approve but they. In brief, they lead him like a lions whelp, Tame, and yet fierce; if so the keeper please, To worry with advantage: then beware, Those who offended have the keepers will; By which, the tame-taught Lions' governed still. believe't my Lord, a homebred naturalist, Whose resolution never was confirmed By art, example, or experience; Who never knew a faith historical, (That low step to a warrant rational) His anger would be ready for attempt; Nay finish all with very good success, Whilst you revolve a tedious advice, Of which, too long delay doth spoil the prize. But sir, the high opponents, who traduce My honour, and good name, be numerous, Men of no dunghill breeding (not advanced By some especial madam of the Court, For a concealment of her secrecy, In case, where witness, bawdy hand, or seal, To broken Titles be restorative) But matchless in their eminence of birth, Not sprung from petty page, or footboys race, (Only removed, to fill up vacant place, And rob judicial statesmen of deserts, To whom by nation's law, all fame reverts) No, my assailants be both rich and wise, (Two qualities scarce analogical, Yet my oppugnant enemies have both) Rich, wise, and nobly borne; nay favourites, Men of an equal judgement with myself, Ingenious they be (though Flatterers) Who with calumnious faction do deprave My potent fortunes, making birth a slave. My foes be great, therefore I am dismayed, And to encounter great ones am afraid.
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Death! you are abusde, Were I the man appointed to sustaine, So vndeseru'd a signall of disgrace, The proudest King in Europe should perceiue, I'de not digest an iniury so base. You being the subiect of such high abuse, You should with faction terrifie the King, Amaze the Court, and make your opposites Tremble againe like babes, who shaking stand, Doubtfull of mercy from the Tutors hand. Were I the man whom dignity of place Entitled to such vaste prerogatiue As you enioy, no scandall, no disgrace, Should touch my honour without full reuenge: The King himselfe should not escape my spleene, (Vpon so iust a quarrell) I'de affront His ample greatnesse: nay expostulate On equall tearmes, why without open cause He should reiect my seruice with a frowne, I'de taxe him of vngouern'd appetite, Selfe-humour, peeuish ignorance of state, And charge him to amend infirmities: If like a tyrant hee but durst reply, Rating the licence of audacity, Then would I menace torture; I would teare, The big voluminous Title he doth weare Pin'd on his backe by parasites and knaues, Who though they want, yet can bestow much grace, Kings when they leaue to be vpright, are base. Make me acknowledge this thy loue sincere, Bring thy magnanimous courage into act; O be my agent, reconcile the doubts Which do possesse my intellectuall sence. The Statesmen are my sole Antigonists, They do seduce and steale away the King. Keepe his heroicke bounty for themselues; They doe detaine his nature punctually, Make him (deluded) parsimonious, Erect who pleases their magnificence, Who them displease, the king must frowne vpon: They do entombe the silly wretch aliue, Make him as dead, to eminent designes, Which they approue not; then reuiue his will, To aduenture such, as none approue but they▪ In briefe, they leade him like a Lyons whelpe, Tame, and yet fierce; if so the keeper please, To wurry with aduantage: then beware, Those who offended haue the keepers will; By which, the tame-taught Lyon's gouern'd still. Beleeu't my Lord, a home-bred naturalist, Whose resolution neuer was confirm'd By art, example, or experience; Who neuer knew a faith historicall, (That low step to a warrant rationall) His anger would be ready for attempt; Nay finish all with very good successe, Whilst you revolue a tedious aduice, Of which, too long delay doth spoile the prize. But sir, the high opponents, who traduce My honour, and good name, be numerous, Men of no dung-hill breeding (not aduanc'd By some especiall Madame of the Court, For a concealement of her secresie, In case, where witnesse, bawdy hand, or seale, To broken Titles be restoratiue) But matchlesse in their eminence of birth, Not sprung from petty page, or foot-boyes race, (Onely remou'd, to fill vp vacant place, And rob iudiciall statesmen of deserts, To whom by Nations law, all same reverts) No, my assailants be both rich and wise, (Two qualities scarce analogicall, Yet my oppugnant enemies haue both) Rich, wise, and nobly borne; nay fauourites, Men of an aequall iudgement with my selfe, Ingenious they be (though Flatterers) Who with calumnious faction doe depraue My potent fortunes, making birth a slaue. My foes be great, therefore I am dismaid, And to incounter great ones am afraid.