Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Who can escape the lime-twigs which are set By loose affections to ensnare himself? Man doth about him carry watchful foes And must be careful to encounter those; For all without him, though by troops they come Cannot offend, who is in peace at home: Amilcar (Madam) is now riding post Upon exact employments; his return Is doubtful, therefore to avoid delay, The love and duty of my zeal obey. A friend in whom I claim full interest Doth give attendance to accompany Your Grace, till I can truss a farthel up And follow. What's thy friend' A Fencer. I am engaged upon fidelity And must preserve you from hostility, e'en to the latest of a mortal life, I will defend thee widow, maid, or wife. My new redemption is a doubtful task, You both do promise more than I will ask: And though my squint-eyed fortune look askance Yet heaven will succour my deliverance: Which being once purchased, proud Hamilcar's lust Shall vanish into salamander's dust. Put on the wings of speed; fly fast away I follow (Madam) before peeping day. Success attend her, till I soon dispatch And speedily escape Hamilcar's rage: Saddle my horse, and fetch my Caskets, hoe, Servants make ready I must ride to Athens. All men desirous to prevent quick fate Scorn (above all things) to procrastinate: Watch there without, like busy sentinels And on my Lords return, see some foretells.— He is returned already; doth approach, Saith you may travail in his new caroche. Yes, to the devil; death! is he returned? I am undone, I am undone; (good genius) Help me; (good Angels) be auspicious, Or I shall perish past recovery: singe me some lightning, though invisible; O burn my bleeding heart; consume, consume! Fly from my nostrils an infectious fume! Stop all my organs, o commiserate The bad misfortune of a poor estate: He comes, he comes— (Gracchus' my dear) how dost? What answer makes my Goddess? doth she melt? Doth she recant and ask my pardon? speak. No: I am troubled with a falling rheum. Fetch forth Pigmalion's Image, I will dote, And so become Cupid's Idolater: Stay Gracchus, we will both accompany Her sacred passage to the public air: What shaking palsy doth detain thy steps? Where is the Queen? speak (trembling coward) speak. She overcame me with incessant tears; To those I yielded, o forgive my fears. Yielded? (base caitiff) be our hopes all dead? My labour, lies, delusion, studied care, All turned to smoke through yielding of a drudge? All our engagements, my benevolence, My projects, aims, and large gratuities, All come to this? the centre of my thoughts, My double tricks, and cunny-catching-slights, All come to this? the rich felicity Whereon my faith was grounded, come to this? Come ghastly horror to consummate all, Add ruin likewise to my witless fall. O my loud curse! delusion was my bait And I am now deluded; learning fails; No new invented stratagem avails; And virtue I am not acquainted with. O you damned rogue, 'tis holiday at home, You hope the Queen (sir) will advance you high, And hope so still, but (very, very knave) I will disjoint your elevated hopes; And make you (sir) an Alcibiades: The Queen departed?
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Who can escape the lime-twigs which are set By loose affections to ensnare himselfe? Man doth about him carry watchfull foes And must be carefull to in-counter those; For all without him, though by troups they come Cannot offend, who is in peace at home: Amilcar (Madam) is now riding post Vpon exact imployments; his returne Is doubtfull, therefore to auoid delay, The loue and duty of my zeale obey. A friend in whom I claime full interest Doth giue attendance to accompany Your Grace, till I can trusse a fardell vp And follow. What's thy friend' A Fencer. I am ingag'd vpon fidelity And must preserue you from hostility, Eeu'n to the latest of a mortall life, I will defend thee widdow, maide, or wife. My new redemption is a doubtfull taske, You both doe promise more then I will aske: And though my squint-ei'd fortune looke ascaunce Yet heau'n will succour my deliuerance: Which being once purchas'd, proud Amilcars lust Shall vanish into Salamanders dust. Put on the wings of speed; flie fast away I follow (Madam) before peeping day. Successe attend her, till I soone dispatch And speedily escape Amilcars rage: Saddle my horse, and fetch my Caskets, hoe, Seruants make ready I must ride to Athens. All men desirous to preuent quicke fate Scorne (aboue all things) to procrastinate: Watch there without, like busy centinels And Lords returne, see some fore-tels.— Hee is return'd already; doth approach, Saith you may trauaile in his new Caroch. Yes, to the diuell; death! is hee return'd? I am vndone, I am vndone; (good genius) Helpe mee; (good Angels) be auspicious, Or I shall perish past recouery: Senge mee some lightning, though in-visible; O burne my bleeding heart; consume, consume! Flye from my nosthrils an infectious fume! Stop all my organs, ô commisserate The bad mis-fortune of a poore estate: Hee comes, hee comes— (Gracchus my deere) how dost? What answere makes my Goddesse? doth shee melt? Doth she recant and aske my pardon? speake. No: I am troubled with a falling rhume. Fetch forth Pigmalious Image, I will doate, And so become Cupids Idolater: Stay Gracchus, wee will both accompany Her sacred passage to the publicke aire: What shaking palsie doth detaine thy steps? Where is the Queene? speake (trembling coward) speake. She ouer-came mee with incessant teares; To those I yeelded, ô forgiue my feares. Yeelded? (base caitife) be our hopes all dead? My labour, lyes, delusion, studied care, All turn'd to smoake through yeelding of a drudge? All our ingagements, my beneuolence, My proiects, aimes, and large gratuities, All come to this? the center of my thoughts, My double trickes, and cunny-catching-slights, All come to this? the rich faelicity Whereon my faith was grounded, come to this? Come gastly horror to consummate all, Adde ruine like-wise to my wit-lesse fall. O my loud curse! delusion was my baite And I am now deluded; learning failes; No new inuented stratageme auailes; And vertue I am not accquainted with. O you damn'd rogue, 'tis holliday at home, You hope the Queene (sir) will aduance you high, And hope so still, but (very, very knaue) I will dis-ioint your eleuated hopes; And make you (sir) an Alcibiades: The Queene departed?