Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
'twould ne'er have been so tedious, though I know, 'Twas hard to judge, whether his doing of it Were more absurd, then 'twas for time to do it. But when we once were forced to be spectators, compelled to that, which should have been a pleasure, We could no longer bear the wearisomeness: No pain so irksome, as a forc't delight; Some fell down dead, or seemed at least to do so, Under that colour, to be carried forth, Then death first pleasured men, the shape all fear Was put on gladly, some climbed o'er the walls, And so, by falling caught in earnest that, Which th'other did dissemble; There were women, (That being not able to entreat the guard To let them pass the gates,) were brought to bed Amidst the throngs of men, and made Lucina Blush, to see that unwonted company. If 'twere so straightly kept, how got you forth? Faith Lady I came, pretending haste In Face and Countenance, told them I was sent For things, byth' Prince forgot about the scene, Which, both my credit made them to believe, And Nero, newly whispered me before. Thus did I pass the gates, the danger Lady I have not yet escaped. What danger mean you? The danger of his anger, when he knows How I thus shrunk away, for there stood knaves That put down in their Tables all that stirred, And marked in each there cheerfulness, or sadness. I warrant I'll excuse you: But I pray, Let's be a little better for your sight; How did our Princely husband act Orestes? Did he not wish again his Mother living? Her death would add great life unto his part: But come I pray, the story of your sight. O do not drive me to those hateful pains; Lady, I was too much in seeing vexed, Let it not be redoubled with the telling; I now am well, and hear, my ears set free; O be merciful, do not bring me back Unto my prison, at least free yourself, It will not pass away, but stay the time; Wrack out the hours in length; O give me leave, as one that wearied with the toil at sea, And now on wished shore hath firmed his foot; He looks about, and glads his thoughts and eyes, With sight o'th' green clothed ground, and leafy trees, Of flowers that beg more than the looking on, And likes these other waters narrow shores; So let me lay my weariness in these arms, Nothing but kisses to this mouth discourse, My thought be compassed in those circled Eyes; Eyes on no object look, but on those Cheeks; Be blessed my hands with touch of those round breasts, Whiter and softer than the down of Swans. Let me of thee, and of thy beauty's glory, And endless tell, but never wearying story.
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T'would nere haue bin ſo tedious, though I know, 'Twas hard to iudge, whether his doing of it Were more abſur'd, then 'twas for time to doe it. But wh we once were forc't to be ſpectators, compel'd to that, which ſhould haue bin a pleaſure, We could no longer beare the weariſomneſſe: No paine ſo irkeſome, as a forc't delight; Some fell downe dead, or ſeem'd at leaſt to doe ſo, Vnder that colour, to be carried forth, Then death firſt pleaſur'd men, the ſhape all feare Was put on gladly, ſome clombe ore the walls, And ſo, by falling caught in earneſt that, Which th'other did diſſemble; There were women, (That being not able to intreat the guard To let them paſſe the gates,) were brought to bedde Amid'ſt the throngs of men, and made Lucina Bluſh, to ſee that vnwonted companie. If 'twere ſo ſtraightly kept, how got you forth? Faith Lady I came, pretending haſt In Face and Countenance, told them I was ſent For things, bith' Prince forgot about the ſceane, Which, both my credit made them to beleeue, And Nero, newly whiſpered me before. Thus did I paſſe the gates, the danger Ladie I haue not yet eſcap't. What danger meane you? The danger of his anger, when he knowes How I thus ſhrunke away, for there ſtood knaues That put downe in their Tables all that ſtir'd, And markt in each there cheerefulneſſe, or ſadneſſe. I warrant Ile excuſe you: But I pray, Lett's be a little better for your ſight; How did our Princely husband act Oreſtes? Did he not wiſh againe his Mother liuing? Her death would adde great life vnto his part: But come I pray, the ſtorie of your ſight. O doe not driue me to thoſe hatefull paines; Lady, I was too much in ſeeing vext, Let it not be redoubled with the telling; I now am well, and heare, my eares ſet free; O be mercifull, doe not bring me backe Vnto my priſon, at leaſt free your ſelfe, It will not paſſe away, but ſtay the time; Wracke out the houres in length; O giue me leaue, as one that wearied with the toyle at ſea, And now on wiſhed ſhore hath firm'd his foote; He lookes about, and glads his thoughts and eyes, With ſight oth' greene cloath'd ground, and leauy trees, Of flowers that begge more then the looking on, And likes theſe other waters narrow ſhores; So let me lay my wearines in theſe armes, Nothing but kiſſes to this mouth diſcourſe, My thought be compaſt in thoſe circl'd Eyes; Eyes on no obiect looke, but on thoſe Cheekes; Be bleſt my hands with touch of thoſe round breſts, Whiter and ſofter then the downe of Swans. Let me of thee, and of thy beauties glory, And endleſſe tell, but neuer wearying ſtory.