Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Pity did prevail, For she did weep, nor did of passion fail: Her eyes (good Lady!) did with weeping smart, Which made me give her licence to depart. I am undone (you fragment) I'm undone, I am detected, whither shall I run? The harvest of my long laborious toil, Now I have swom through death and swallowed fire. Given doubtful fury a most brave repulse Put back suspense, and all approaching fears Almost concluded things impossible; Made smooth my way, and tilted in the face Of frowning mischief ready to take place; Now, now is all subvert; I am lost In a large Wood, a winding labyrinth: I am excluded from all native power, Am like the rubbish of a ruined Tower; I am abused, I am to death betrayed, By thee a doctor villain; not afraid To swear me homage, and unlace my heart: The blessings of your body, breath, and soul Be so engaged, as their existence knows Not one redeemer among all the Gods, (Fabulous things to you) except myself; Thus did you swear, and swore I gave thee life, Nay did bestow a whole creations work Upon thee offal-caitiff, who adored Impression of my footsteps that was all Expecting hourly on the happy time When I should dare command what you durst do, When with advantage, I would but pronounce O Gracchus give me of thy blood an ounce: Thus did you swear, you dog-day-villain, thus; And yet your actions be malicious: Teach me, some devil, to torment the rogue, Else take the righteous rigor of his fault In the depth of hels extremity; Rescue, o rescue this offending wretch (Some powers above) from my most fatal-wrath, For to afflict thee as the crime deserves Would lose a double part in Paradise: Yet must I punish thee (thou Spider-gall)— The toad and spider cannot choose but brawl. I must (you creeping cur) and would refuse Rather to be a God, than to forgive A thing so capital; and thou escape; But an arch-devil would I ever be A fiend of horror beneath all degree, Eat flames and brimstone to beget me fierce That with astonished fury I might pierce And split each sinew; fear thy plumpest vain, So rack thy feeling with perpetual pain. O feel compassion, for I do repent. Repent? compassion? I would rather whip My weakened carcase with a scorpion's tail; Dwell in a nest of Adders, make them sting Till patience could endure; then wash my wounds With burning pitch and lamp-oil, bath in lead, Or make a poultice of some swelling toad, Rather than take one cruel thought from' load. Your menace and commotion do torment Above all suffering; o I will repent six thousand times a day; devour my flesh, Feed upon frogs, or quaff down aconite, Kiss and embrace, a fearful Succubus, If you but leave to terrify me thus.
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Pitty did preuaile, For shee did weepe, nor did of passion faile: Her eyes (good Lady!) did with weeping smart, Which made mee giue her licence to depart. I am vndone (you fragment) I'me vndone, I am detected, whither shall I runne? The haruest of my long laborious toyle, Now I haue swom through death and swallow'd fire. Giu'n doubtfull fury a most braue repulse Put backe suspence, and all approaching feares Almost concluded things impossible; Made smooth my way, and tilted in the face Of frowning mischiefe ready to take place; Now, now is all sub-verted; I am lost In a large Wood, a winding laborinth: I am excluded from all natiue power, Am like the rubbish of a ruin'd Tower; I am abus'd, I am to death betrai'd, By thee a doctor villaine; not afrai'd To sweare mee homage, and vn-lace my heart: The blessings of your body, breath, and soule Be so engag'd, as their existence knowes Not one redeemer among all the Gods, (Fabulous things to you) except my selfe; Thus did you sweare, and swore I gaue thee life, Nay did bestow a whole creations worke Vpon thee offal-caitiffe, who ador'd Impression of my foote-steps that was all Exspecting hourely on the happy time When I should dare command what you durst doe, When with aduantage, I would but pronounce O Gracchus giue mee of thy bloud an ounce: Thus did you sweare, you dog-day-villaine, thus; And yet your actions bee malicious: Teach mee, some diuell, to torment the rogue, Else take the righteous rigor of his fault In the depth of hels extremity; Rescue, ô rescue this offending wretch (Some powers aboue) from my most fatall-wrath, For to afflict thee as the crime deserues Would loose a double part in Paradice: Yet must I punish thee (thou Spiders-gall)— The to ade and spider cannot chuse but brawle. —I must (you creeping cur) and would refuse Rather to be a God, then to forgiue A thing so capitall; and thou escape; But an arch-diuell would I euer bee A fiend of horrour beneath all degree, Eate flames and brimstone to beget mee fierce That with astonish'd fury I might pierce And split each sinew; feare thy plumpest vaine, So racke thy feeling with perpetuall paine. O feele compassion, for I do repent. Repent? compassion? I would rather whip My weakned carcasse with a Scorpions taile; Dwell in a nest of Adders, make them sting Till patience could endure; then wash my wounds With burning pitch and lamp-oile, bath in leade, Or make a poultice of some swelling toad, Rather then take one cruell thought from 'load. Your meanace and commotion do torment Aboue all suffering; ô I will repent Sixe thousand times a day; deuoure my flesh, Feede vpon frogs, or quaffe downe aconite, Kisse and embrace, a fearefull Succubus, If you but leaue to terrifie mee thus.