Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I have not yet bethought me of a Title You Enthrall Powers which the wide Fortune's doom he reads Of Empire crowned, seven Mountain-seated Rome Full blown; Inspire me with Machlaean rage, That I may bellow out Rome's Prentisage, As when the Maenads do fill their Drums And crooked horns with Mimalonean hum: And Ennion do Ingeminate a round Which reparable echo doth resound. How dost thou like our Muses pains Cornutus. The verses have more in them, than I see; Your work my Lord I doubt will be too long. Too long? Too long? ay, If you write the deeds of all the Romans How many Books think you t'include it in? I think to write about four hundred Books. four hundred? why my Lord they'll ne'er be read. Hah? Why he, whom you esteem so much Crisippus, Wrote many more. But they were profitable to common life And did Men, Honesty, and Wisdom teach. Tigillinus? See with what earnestness he craved my judgement, And now he freely hath it, how it likes him? The Prince is angry, and his fall is near; Let us begone, lest we partake his ruins. What should I do at Court? I cannot lie; Why didst thou call me, Nero, from my Book? Didst thou for flattery of Cornutus' look? No, let those purple Fellows that stand by thee, (That admire show, and things that thou canst give, Leave to please Truth, and Virtue, to please thee. Nero, there's nothing in thy power, Cornutus Doth wish or fear. 'tis Nero's pleasure that you straight depart To Giarae, and there remain confined: Thus he, out of his Princely Clemency, Hath Death, your due, turned but to banishment. Why Tigellinus? I have done, upon your peril go, or stay, And why should Death? or Banishment be due? For speaking, that which was required, my thought; O why do Princes love to be deceived? And, even, do force abuses on themselves? There Ears are so with pleasing speech beguiled, That Truth they malice, Flattery, truth account, And their own Soul, and understanding lost, Go (what they are) to seek in other men. Alas, weak Prince, how hast thou punished me, To banish me from thee? O let me go And dwell in Taurus, dwell in Aethiop, So that I do not dwell at Rome, with thee. The farther, still, I go from hence, I know, The farther I leave Shame and Vice behind. Where can I go, but I shall see thee, Sun? And Heaven will be as near me, still, as here. Can they, so far, a knowing soul exile, That her own roof she sees not o'er her head? Noble Gentlemen, what thanks, what recompense Shall he give you, that give to him the world; One life to them, that must so many venture, And that, the worst of all, is too mean pay; Yet can I give no more; Take that, bestow it Upon your service.
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I haue not yet bethought me of a Title You Enthrall Powers which the wide Fortunes doome he reades Of Empyre crown'd, ſeauen Mountaine-ſeated Rome Full blowne; Inſpire me with Machlaean rage, That J may bellow out Romes Prentiſage, As when the Menades doe fill their Drums And crooked hornes with Mimalonean humme: And Ennion doe Ingeminate a round Which reparable Ecchoe doth reſound. How doeſt thou like our Muſes paines Cornutus. The verſes haue more in them, then I ſee; Your worke my Lord I doubt will be too long. Too long? Too long? I, If you write the deedes of all the Romans How many Bookes thinke you t'include it in? I thinke to write about foure hundred Bookes. Foure hundred? why my Lord the'yle nere be read. Hah? Why he, whom you eſteeme ſo much Criſippus, Wrote many more. But they were profitable to common life And did Men, Honeſtie, and Wiſedome teach. Tigillinus? See with what earneſtneſſe he crau'd my Iudgment, And now he freely hath it, how it likes him? The Prince is angry, and his fall is neere; Let vs begon, leaſt we partake his ruines. What ſhould I doe at Court? I cannot lye; Why didſt thou call me, Nero, from my Booke? Didſt thou for flatterie of Cornutus looke? No, let thoſe purple Fellowes that ſtand by thee, (That admire ſhew, and things that ou canſt giue, Leaue to pleaſe Truth, and Vertue, to pleaſe thee. Nero, there's nothing in thy power, Cornutus Doth wiſh or feare. Tis Neroes pleaſure that you ſtraight depart To Giarae, and there remaine confin'd: Thus he, out of his Princely Clemencie, Hath Death, your due, turn'd but to baniſhment. Why Tigellinus? I haue done, vpon your perill goe, or ſtay, And why ſhould Death? or Baniſhment be due? For ſpeaking, that which was requir'd, my thought; O why doe Princes loue to be deceiu'd? And, euen, doe force abuſes on themſelues? There Eares are ſo with pleaſing ſpeech beguil'd, That Truth they mallice, Flatterie, truth account, And their owne Soule, and vnderſtanding loſt, Goe (what they are) to ſeeke in other men. Alas, weake Prince, how haſt thou puniſht me, To baniſh me from thee? O let me goe And dwell in Taurus, dwell in Ethiop, So that I doe not dwell at Rome, with thee. The farther, ſtill, I goe from hence, I know, The farther I leaue Shame and Vice behind. Where can I goe, but I ſhall ſee thee, Sunne? And Heauen will be as neere me, ſtill, as here. Can they, ſo farre, a knowing ſoule exyle, That her owne roofe ſhe ſees not ore her head? Noble Gentlemen, what thankes, what recompence Shall hee giue you, that giue to him the world; One life to them, that muſt ſo many venture, And that, the worſt of all, is too meane paye; Yet can I giue no more; Take that, beſtow it Vpon your ſeruice.