Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
How, in your Chamber? Sure Carracus I will be angry with you If you seem so forgetful, I took it up Then when you left my lodge and went away, Glad of your conquest for to seek your friend: Why stand you so amazed, sir I hope that kindness Which then you reaped, doth not prevail So in your thoughts, as that you think me light. O think thyself Maria what thou art: This is the ring of Albert treacherous man, He that enjoyed thy virgin chastity: I never did ascend into thy chamber; But all that cold night through the frozen field, Went seeking of that wretch, who near sought me; But found what his lust sought, for dearest thee. I have heard enough my Carracus to bereave me of this little breath, she sounds. All breath be first extinguish, within there ho? O Nurse see here, Maria says she'll die. Marry, God forbid, oh Mris. Ms. Ms. she has breath yet, she's but in a trance, good sir take comfort she'll recover by and by. No, no, she'll die Nurse, for she said she would, an she had not said so, 'thas been another matter, but you know Nurse she near told a lie, I will believe her, for she speaks all truth. His memory begins to fail him, come let's bear This heavy spectacle from forth his presence, The heavens will lend a hand, I hope, of comfort, Exeunt Ca. manet. See how they steal away my fair Maria, But I will follow after her as far, As Orpheus did to gain his soul's delight, And Pluto's self shall know, although I am not Skilful in music, yet I can be mad, And force my loves enjoyment in despite Of hell's black fury; but stay, stay Carracus, Where is thy knowledge, and that rational sense, Which heaven; great Architect endued thee with? All sunk beneath the weight of lumpish nature? Are our diviner parts no noblier free, Then to be tortured by the weak assailments Of earth-sprung griefs? why is man then accounted The head commander of this universe, Next the Creator, when a little storm Of nature's fury straight o'erwhelms his judgement, But mines no little storm, 'tis a tempest So full of raging self-consuming woe, That nought but ruin follows expectation: Oh my Maria, what unheard of sin Have any of thine Ancestors enacted, That all their shame should be poured thus on thee; Or what incestuous spirit, cruel Albert Left hell's vast womb for to enter thee, And do a mischief of such treachery. Oh Nurse, how be't with Maria? If ere thy tongue did utter pleasing words, Let it now do so, or hereafter ere be dumb in sorrow. Good sir take comfort, I am forced to speak What will not please, your chaste wife sir is dead. 'tis dead indeed, how did you know 'twas so Nurse? What sir?
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How, in your Chamber? Sure Carracus I will be angry with you If you ſeeme ſo forgetfull, I tooke it vp Then when you left my lodge and went away, Glad of your conqueſt for to ſeeke your friend: Why ſtand you ſo amaz'd, ſir I hope that kindneſſe Which then you reaped, doth not preuaile So in your thoughts, as that you thinke me light. O thinke thy ſelfe Maria what thou art: This is the ring of Albert treacherous man, Hee that enioy'd thy virgin chaſtity: I neuer did aſcend into thy chamber; But all that cold night through the frozen field, Went ſeeking of that wretch, who nere ſought me; But found what his luſt ſought, for deareſt thee. I haue heard enough my Carracus to bereaue me of this little breath, ſhe ſounds. All breath be firſt extinguiſhe, within there ho? O Nurſe ſee heere, Maria ſaies ſheele die. Marry, God forbid, oh Mriſ. Ms. Ms. ſhe has breath yet, ſhees but in a traunce, good ſir take comfort ſheele recouer by and by. No, no, ſheele die Nurſe, for ſhe ſayd ſhe would, an ſhe had not ſayd ſo, tad bene another matter, but you know Nurſe ſhe nere told a lie, I will beleeue her, for ſhe ſpeaks all truth. His memory begins to faile him, come lets beare This heauy ſpectacle from forth his preſence, The heauēs wil lend a hand, I hope, of comfort, Exeūt Ca. manet. See how they ſteale away my faire Maria, But I will follow after her as farre, As Orpheus did to gaine his ſoules delight, And Plutoes ſelfe ſhall know, although I am not Skilful in muſique, yet I can be mad, And force my loues enioyment in deſpight Of hels blacke fury; but ſtay, ſtay Carracus, Where is thy knowledge, and that rational ſence, Which heauen; great Architect indued thee with? All ſunke beneath the waight of lumpiſh nature? Are our diuiner parts no noblier free, Then to be tortur'd by the weake aſſailements Of earth-ſprung griefes? why is man then accompted The head commaunder of this vniuerſe, Next the Creator, when a little ſtorme Of natures fury ſtraight ore'whelmes his iudgement, But mines no little ſtorme, tis a tempeſt So full of raging ſelfe-conſuming woe, That nought but ruine followes expectation: Oh my Maria, what vnheard of ſinne Haue any of thine Aunceſtors enacted, That all their ſhame ſhould be powr'd thus on thee; Or what inceſtuous ſpirit, cruell Albert Left hels vaſt wombe for to enter thee, And do a miſchiefe of ſuch treachery. Oh Nurſe, how iſt with Maria? If ere thy tongue did vtter pleaſing words, Let it now do ſo, or hereafter ere be dumbe in ſorrow. Good ſir take comfort, I am forc't to ſpeake What will not pleaſe, your chaſte wiſe ſir is dead. Tis dead indeed, how did you know twas ſo Nurſe? What ſir?