Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Most lively acted, and like Roseius, He doth pronounce with volubility. For a pure copious linguist he doth well, But for ingenious action doth excel. The King for a Comedian I'faith; But I will strive to act above thee (King) And out of brimstone rocks may virtue split, I am a cold, and must go dig for wit. Go dig for wit whilst I am jovial, And laugh and leap among my flatterers, Come dance Lavolios my familiar knaves, Do you commend this mirth? Most happily. Mirth may expel distraction, if secure. But o my friend, I am not as I seem, Merry indeed, but only seeming so; Unrip my bosom, and with lines of blood Deeply engraved upon my trembling heart, You may discern attractive Epitaphs, The shameful curse of a contemptuous King, A love-knot double broken; and by whom Friendship rewarded with extreme abuse; Falsehood, without a colour, and excuse. What flinty flesh could now abstain from tears? Do then thy stranger thoughts compassionate, And weep at our inhuman destiny. If thy relenting heart true passion feel, Then let thy moistened love some drops distill; Weep on (my friend) I cannot I control The copious fountain; for a silent tear Doth apprehend the quick; but never howl: Forsake me now, and leave me desolate, I would revolve the lessons of my state. Up from earth's lodging, and those rotten skulls, Buried in embers till the earth awake, Wrapped in my funeral-ashes, safe reserved, I do arise from rude antiquity, To beg but pardon as a midnight's alms, Feeling the horror of my fault immense, Which doth exceed in nature all offence. I come (Maenander.) Who Menander calls? What hidden Devil dares molest my muse? Denounce thy judgement with a milder tune, I come (Maenander.) Death to my soul! what comes? Who comes? or how dost come? invisible? I come with meekness. Why, or whence dost come? Damnation overtake thee, what's thy name? Shadow of Stygian horror! what's thy name? (Intruder) know thy distance, keep aloof, Come not within six yards, upon the price And peril of an unavoided charm: By which, and thousand other potent spells, The magic Herbal, ointments, numbers odd, By transmutations, midnights, Incubus, Squint-eyed Ericthon, soul of Hecate, I do conjure thee, tell, and not mistake, How fares Pheudippe of the Stygian lake? O I am he, a spirit of despair, Compact (by loves decree) of cloudy air. I am the wretch, who was in life, a span; But in excess of crime, a crooked man. Bless the good stars above, thou guilty thief Which do enclose thee with a rob of clouds, Spite of protection else, and coats of steel, The tempest of my passion thou shouldst feel; Thunder and lightning should not dare withstand To take due vengeance from my fatal hand.
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Most liuely acted, and like Roseius, Hee doth pronounce with volubility. For a pure copious linguist hee doth well, But for ingenious action doth excell. The King for a Comaedian I'faith; But I will striue to act aboue thee (King) And out of brim-stone rockes may vertue split, I am a cold, and must go digge for wit. Goe digge for wit whilst I am Ioviall, And laugh and leape among my flatterers, Come daunce Lavolioes my familiar knaues, Do you commend this mirth? Most happily. Mirth may expell distraction, if secûre. But ô my friend, I am not as I seeme, Merry indeed, but onely seeming so; Vn-rip my bosome, and with lines of blood Deeply ingrau'd vpon my trembling heart, You may discerne attractiue Epitaphs, The shamefull curse of a contemptuous King, A loue-knot double broken; and by whom Friendship rewarded with extreame abuse; False-hood, without a colour, and excuse. What flinty flesh could now abstaine from teares? Do then thy stranger thoughts compassionate, And weepe at our in-humane destiny. If thy relenting heart true passion feele, Then let thy moist'ned loue some drops distill; Weepe on (my friend) I cannot I controule The copious fountaine; for a silent teare Doth apprehend the quicke; but neuer howle: Forsake mee now, and leaue me desolate, I would revolue the lessons of my state. Vp from earths lodging, and those rotten sculs, Buried in embers till the earth awake, Wrapt in my funerall-ashes, safe reseru'd, I doe arise from rude antiquity, To begge but pardon as a mid-nights almes, Feeling the horror of my fault immence, Which doth exceed in nature all offence. I come (Maenander.) Who Menander cal's? What hidden Diuell dares molest my muse? Denounce thy iudgement with a milder tune, I come (Maenander.) Death to my soule! what comes? Who comes? or how do'st come? inuisible? I come with meeknesse. Why, or whence dost come? Damnation ouertake thee, what's thy name? Shadow of Stygian horror! what's thy name? (Intruder) know thy distance, keepe aloofe, Come not within sixe yards, vpon the price And perill of an vn-avoided charme: By which, and thousand other potent spels, The magicke Herball, oyntments, numbers odde, By trans-mutations, mid-nights, Iucubus, Squint-ey'd Ericthon, soule of Hecate, I doe con-iure thee, tell, and not mistake, How fares Pheudippe of the Stygian lake? O I am hee, a spirit of despaire, Compact (by loues decree) of cloudy aire. I am the wretch, who was in life, a span; But in excesse of crime, a crooked man. Blesse the good stars aboue, thou guilty theefe Which doe in-close thee with a robe of clouds, Spight of protection else, and coats of steele, The tempest of my passion thou shouldst feele; Thunder and lightning should not dare with-stand To take due vengeance from my fatall hand.