Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
O Tragedy! What Scene is this? On what Stage dost thou tread? Alarm, alarm, to war. I fight, I fight. With whom? I must maintain the quarrel on both sides. Both sides? Who are the Combatants? Amphibius, and Amphibius. Never till now a true Amphibius As I am▪ Apollo's and thine. I walk and march with thee, I fight under the muse's colours against ignorance, idleness and voluptuousness. But as I am another self, my left side walks another way. O force. O compulsion. I yield. What force compels? Fatis agimur, cedite fatis. The destinies are powerful. If the fates say I, who dares say no? Our fates? Speak right, and say, our faults. They overrule and overturn us, when we are willing to be conquered, and then to colour our follies, we put on the mask of tragic exclamation upon our stars, our fates, our cross inexorable adamantine destinies. Far easier is it to mock my misery then to cure it. Cure it? I will cure it. Let me feel thy pulse. O what boiling and beating waves of passion! W● thou calm them? O could I! or couldst thou my Esculapius? Recipe a Biletto or tailor's bodkin; make but one eyelet hole under the left pap, three inches deep: your blood would be cooled; and you shall fall into a sweet sleep, and presently be transported into the Elysian fields. Probatum est. Facile est miserum irridere. Not I, but— you fate mongers teach you this. But in earnest I advise thee thus. Give over parling and combating: blow away your enemy out of the field with one blast. One word will do it. What potent charm is that? I pray you teach it me. Only this stoutly said Nolo. Oft have I thought and said it, but another word crowds in withal, and makes a counter charm. Volo. What? do you blow hot and cold at once, at once will and nill? Vos testor omnes Calites, hoc quod volo, Me not. O Sir, do you think Medea a fit pattern for you? Have you no better a Mistress to instruct your wavering soul, then monstrous Medea? Yes, another Mistress overawes me, more powerful than that Enchantress. overawes? O faint fondling, not worthy to march under the muse's banner, whose Escutcheon is Virtue Argent, crowned Or. And the two supporters, winged Victory, and winged all-eyed, all-eared, all-tongued Fame. When this all-conquering Queen, sends forth her mandates, alas virtue melts into an aerial contemplation, and fame vanisheth into an empty sound. What mandates other than usurped Tyranny? What conquests other than by voluntary yielding to false allurements? O valiant Sir, can I, can you, can any mortal wight stand out and rebel when he is apprehended by this queen's writ? What writ? what arrest? you need not obey it. At lest you might lurk and withdraw yourself, and make them return a Non est iuventus: O but these arrests do not so much command by authority, as convince & persuade by argument and reason.
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O Tragedy! What Scene is this? On what Stage dost thou tread? Alarme, alarme, to warre. I fight, I fight. With whom? I must maintaine the quarrell on both sides. Both sides? Who are the Cumbattants? Amphibius, and Amphibius. Neuer till now a true Amphibius As I am▪ Apollos and thine. I walke and march with thee, I fight vnder the Muses colours against ignorance, idlenesse and voluptuousnesse. But as I am another selfe, my left side walkes another way. O force. O compulsion. I yeeld. What force compels? Fatis agimur, cedite fatis. The destinies are powerfull. If the fates say I, who dares say no? Our fates? Speake riht, and say, our faults. They ouer-rule and ouer-turne vs, when wee are willing to be conquered, and then to colour our follies, wee put on the mask o tragique exclamation vpon our starres, our fates, our crosse inexorable adamantine destinies. Farre easier is it to mocke my misery then to cure it. Cure it? I will cure it. Let me feele thy pulse. O what boyling and beating waues of passion! W thou calme them? O could I! or couldest thou my Esculapius? Recipe a iletto or aylors bodkin; make but one oylet hole vnder the left pappe, three inches deepe: your blood would be cooled; and you shall fall into a sweet sleepe, and presently bee transported into the Elisian fields. Tobatum est. Facile est miserum irridere. Not I, but—you fate moners teach you this. But in earnest I aduise thee thus. Giue ouer parling and combating: blow away your enemy out of the field with one blast. One word will doe it. What potent charme is that? I pray you teach it me. Onely this sloutly said Nlo. Oft haue I thought and said it, but another word crowds in withall, and makes a counter charme. Volo. What? doe you blow hot and cold at once, at once will and nill? Vos testor omnes Calites, hoc quod volo, Me notte. O Sir, doe you thinke Medea a sit patterne for you? Haue you no better a Mistresse to instruct your wauering soule, then monstrous Medea? Yes, another Mistresse ouer-awes me, more powerfull then that Inchantresse. Ouer-awes? O faint fondling, not worthy to march vnder the Muses banner, whose Escuchon is Vertue Argent, crowned Or. And the two supporters, winged Victory, and winged all-eyed, all-eared, all-tongued Fame. When this all-conquering Queene, sends sorth her mandates, alas vertue melts into an aercall contemplation, and fame vanisheth into an empty sound. What mandates other then vsurped Tyranny? What conquests other then by voluntary yeelding to false allurements? O valiant Sir, can I, can you, can any mortall wight stand out and rebell when hee is apprehended by this Queenes writ? What writ? what arrest? you need not obey it. At least you might lurke and withdraw your selfe, and make them returne a Non est inuentus: O but these arrests doe not so much command by authority, as conuince & perswade by argument and reason.