Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
The queen— There make thy period; we know Mischief (like mighty waves) ne'er comes alone. The queen's delivered of a hideous son Some winged Dragon; is she so? or dead? Privately walking in the forest-grove A ruffian seized her, slew thy hopeful Queen, Trussed up the carcase on a speedy nag, Which by instruction (as my judgement gives) Flew fast away, like Pegasus: poor I (Never-enough contented with a chance Of so secure amazement) stupid wretch, I looking stood immoveable with fear, Whilst he upon his palfrey cut the air; Whilst every mountain echoed with laments, The hollow rocks, and every bush repents Their weak unable powers to resist And stop the caitiffs passage: o desist From a pursuit of such high consequence Not a small minute longer; captain fly, A bold career may stop loves destiny. we'll fly with expedition; follow friends. Discharge a bullet in my naked breast; Be charitable some auspicious arm. My daughter, o my daughter, she is dead. Fair Favorina's dead, thy love, my Queen, My dear Pheudippe's dead our joys be gone Mirror of change! the plagues of Cinthia Are manifest, revenge is palpable, O that assembly (sir) who by command Of your injunction did restrain the vow Which masculines alike with females owe To Cinthia, great Goddess of the air, Was without question all-erroneous, Your edict which pronounced her deity, Sole-potent over feminine degrees, Which did confine her awe celestial: To that unable sex, seems trivial: These accidents do cancel your design, They disallow your obstinate decree, They do advance forgotten Majesty: O now reform delusion: terror speaks, Cinthia is Goddess over human sex. Cinthia's a female weathercock, a whore, Doth she afflict our happiness? resolve Speak (friends) deliver what you think. Abstain (Distressed King) from blasphemy; beware judgements more strict may follow; these but scare. O could I compass with a sudden leap, The verge of big Olympus, or assault With Swallow-wings, the orb of Cinthia! O my revenge, my sweet revenge, more bold Than bloody-jawed Busiris, than the Boar Which slew dame Venus' joy, should wrathful vex Her opposite excels divinity. With rage would I blaspheme, though angry Ioue Makes ready thunder to precipitate My daring voice: I will ingeminate With deep derision, her distasteful name, Enforcing others to abuse the same. Dost thou not hear me Cinthia? dissolve The melancholy clouds which mask thy brow, And let compunction mollify thee (witch) Forth from thy cloudy palace (Luna) peep And with incessant soft contrition, weep: Reduce the antic deluge with thy tears, Turn thy rejoicing into pale-faced fears. Cinthia, remember my abuse, and blush, Blush thou immodest harlot, be ashamed To look upon the shadowed universe. Catch me some whirlwind with a sweeping blast, And carry me aloft, I'll vex the Moon For she (ungracious Goddess) doth afflict Us, and our dignity: she did suggest Rebel-temptations to my beauteous friend, Whose innocence I ever shall commend.
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The queene There make thy period; wee know Mischiefe (like mighty waues) ne're comes alone. The Queene's deliuered of a hideous sonne Some winged Dragon; is shee so? or dead? Privately walking in the forrest-groue A ruffaine seiz'd her, slue thy hopefull Queene, Truss'd vp the carkasse on a speedy nagge, Which by instruction (as my iudgement giues) Flew fast away, like Pegasus: poore I (Never-enough contented with a chance Of so secure amazement) stupid wretch, I looking stood immoue-able with feare, Whilst hee vpon his palfey cut the aire; Whilst ev'ry mountaine eccho'd with laments, The hollow rockes, and ev'ry bush repents Their weake vn-able powers to resist And stop the caitifes passage▪ ô desist From a pursuit of such high consequence Not a small minute longer; captaine flye, A bold careere may stp loues desti. Wee'le flye with expedition; follow friends. Discharge a bullet in my naked breast; Be charitable some auspicious arme. My daughter, ô my daughter, shee is dead. Faire Favorta's dead, thy loue, my Queene, My deere Pheudippe's dead our ioyes bee goe Mirror of change the plagues of Cinthia Are manifest, revenge is palpable, O tha assembly (sir) who by command Of your in-iunction did restraine the vow Which masculines a like with females owe To Cinthia, great Goddesse of the aire, Was without qustion all-erronious, Your edict which pronounc'd her deity, Sole-potent ouer foeminine degrees, Which did confine her awe coelestiall: To that vnable sexe, seemes triviall: These accidents do cancell your designe, They dis-allow your obstinate decree, They doe advance forgotten Maiesty: O now reforme delusion: terror speakes, Cinthia is Goddesse over humane sexe. Cinthia's a female wether-cocke, a whore, Doth shee afflict our happinesse? resolue Speake (friends) deliuer what you thinke. Abstaine (Distressed King) from blasphemy; beware Iudgements more strict may follow; these but scare. O could I compasse with a sudden leap, The verge of bigge Olympus, or assault With Swallowes-wings, the orbe of Cinthia! O my revenge, my sweet reuenge, more bold Then bloody-iaw'd Bucyris, then the Boare Which slue dame Venus-ioy, should wrathfull vexe Her opposite excese deuinity. With rage would I blaspheame, though angry Ioue Makes ready thunder to praecipitate My daring voyce: I will ingeminate With deepe derision, her distastfull name, Enforcing others to abuse the same. Doost thou not heare mee Cinthia? dissolue The melancholly clouds which maske thy brow, And let compunction mollifie thee (witch) Forth from thy cloudy pallace (Luna) peepe And with incessant soft contrition, weepe: Reduce the antique deluge with thy teares, Turne thy reioycing into pale-fac'd feares. Cinthia, remember my abuse, and blush, Blush thou immodest harlot, be asham'd To looke vpon the shadow'd vniverse. Catch mee some whirle-wind with a sweeping blast, And carry mee aloft, Il'e vexe the Moone For shee (vngratious Goddesse) doth afflict Vs, and our dignity: shee did suggest Rebell-temptations to my beauteous friend, Whose innocence I euer shall commend.