Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Among the gods celestial, I Courage called am, You to assist in very truth, from out the heavens I came And not without god Marsis his leave, I durst hear show my face which thou shalt feel if that their gift thou dost forth with embrace And sith it is there gracious will, welcome thou art to me, O holy wight for this there gift, I thank them heartily. My thinks I feel all fear to flay, all sorrow grief & pain, My thinks I feel courage provokes, my will for ward again For to revenge my father's death, and infamy so great, Oh how my heart doth boil in deed, with fiery perching heat. Courage now welcome by the gods, I find thou art in deed, A messenger of heavenly ghosts, come let us now proceed. And take in hand to bring to pass, revenged for to be, Of those which have my father slain, but soft now let me see Idumeus that worthy King, doth come into this place, What say you courage: shall I now? declare to him my case? fall to it then and slack no time, for time once passed away, Doth cause repentance, but to late to come old folks do say. When stead is stolen, to late it is to shut the stable door, Take time I say, while time doth give a leisure good therefore whatever he be that sceptre bears or rules in state full high Is soonest down through fortune's air, & brought to misery, As of late years the worthy king Agamemnon by name, whose pass throughout the world is blow, by golden trump of fame His well won fame in martial stour, doth reach unto the sky Yet lo through fortune's blind attempt, be lo in earth doth lie He the had passed the fate of war, where chance was equal set, Through fortune's spite is caught alack, win old Meros net And he which sometime did delight, in clothed coat of mail, Is now constrained in Charon's boat; over the brook to sail. That flows upon the fatal banks, of Pluto's kingdom great And that in shade of silent woods, and valleys green do beat. Where souls of kings & other wights appointed are to be, In quiet state there also is, this worthy real tree. Of sooth I joy for to behold, Horestes active cheer, The which in father sometime was, in son doth now appear, But where is he that all this day, I never saw his face, At hand O King thy servant is, which wisheth to thy grace All hail with happy fate certain, with pleasures manifold, But yet my liege a suit I have, if I might be so bold. To crave the same my sovereign lord, whereby I might aspire Unto the thing with very much, O king I do require. What thing is that if we suppose, it lawful for to be, On princes faith without delay, at shall be given thee.
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Amonge the godes celeſtiall, I Courrage called am, You to aſſyſte in vearey truth, from out the heauens I cam And not wtout god Marſis his leaue, I durſt hear ſhow my face which thou ſhalt fele if that ther gift thou doſt forth wt imbrace And ſith it is thear gratious will, welcom thou art to me, O holy wight for this thear gyft, I thanke them hartelley. My thinkes I fele all feare to fley, all ſorrow griefe & payne, My thinkes I fele corrage prouokes, my wil for ward againe For to reuenge my fathers death, and infamey ſo great, Oh how my hart doth boyle in dede, wt firey perching heate. Corrage now welcom by the godes, I find thou art in dede, A meſſenger of heauenly goſtes, come let vs now procede. And take in hand to bringe to pas, reuengyd for to be, Of thoſe which haue my father ſlaine, but ſoft now let meſe Idumeus that worthy Kinge, doth com into this place, What ſaye you corrage: ſhal I now? declare to him my caſe? Faull to it then and ſlacke no time, for tyme once paſt away, Doth cauſe repentence, but to late to com old foulks do ſay. When ſtede is ſtolen, to late it is to ſhyt the ſtable dore, Take time I ſay, while time doth giue a leaſure good therfore What euer he be that ſceptar beares or rules in ſtate full hie Is ſoneſt down through fortunes eyar, & brought to myſerey, As of late yeares the worthy kinge Agamemnon by name, whos praſs throughout ye world is bloū, by goldē trūp of fame His wel won fame in marſhall ſtoure, doth reache vnto ye ſky Yet lo through fortunes blind attempt, be lo in earth doth lie He ye had paſt the fate of war, where chaunce was equall ſet, Through fortunes ſpight is caught alacke, win olde Meros net And he which ſomtime did delight, in clothed coat of maylle, Is now conſtcaynd in Carones bote; ouer the brouke to ſaylle. That floſe vpon ye fatall bankes, of Plutoſe kingdome great And that in ſhade of ſilent wodes, and valeys gréene do beate. Where ſoules of kinges & other wights a poyntyd are to be, In quiet ſtate there alſo is, this worthey reall trée. Of ſouth I ioye for to behold, Horeſtes actyue cheare, The which in father ſomtime was, in ſon doth now apear, But where is he that all this day, I neauer ſawe his face, At hand O King thy faruant is, which wiſſheth to thy grace All hayl with happey fate certayne, wt pleaſures many fould, But yet my leege a ſute I haue, if I might be ſo bold. To craue the ſame my ſoferayn lord, wherby I might aſpyer Vnto the thing with very much, O king I do requier. What thing is that if we ſuppoſe, it laufull for to be, On prynces faith without delaye, at ſhall be giuen the.