Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
But had you it? Did not our enemies sharp espies descry The depth of our hid counsels? They might first Descry the subtle path of a swift ship, The voyage of a bullet, or of thought, Before your more mysterious purposes? Then since we are alone, and in a place Free from the bold intrusion of an eye, Feign Us the Prince to whom we sent you forth, And speak our Embassy unto ourself. Great Prince, to have the offer of a Crown Is rare, and your felicity: my Lord, Milan's Protector, but your servant, knowing The ancient right your predecessors had In usurped Naples, by us woos your Grace (Consider unto what he woos your Grace) Not to maintain his power, but make your own, To take a Kingdom that e'en sighs for you. So shall the infamy of a lost crown Rot in the earth with your dead Ancestors, And the recovery revive their names To wait upon your triumph with your foes: For so much justice needs no other power, And yet such is your power, that it is able To make whatever you should fancy, just: But that your virtue is above that power. I will not call you usurer of Fame, By this large act, when the astonished world Now fifty Ages off from us, shall read Not in the boastings of a painted tomb (The flatteries of great rottenness) but your name Writ in AEternities s true Characters, For making conquered Crowns the rudiments Of your victorious infancy in arms, When France shall know no other Charlemagne. But should we fail in the attempt? what then? Can Heaven fail justice? or those powers commit Sins which they punish? O my gracious Lord Sin not with that weak thought: but if they should Sforza will never: He is always noble, But he'll undo us with a benefit, To give a kingdom is above requital. His hopes are but the praise of honest deeds, If in the rearward of your spreading Fame, That fills all mouths, some happy tongue may glance At him, as a poor engine of your glory, That could impart, but not possess a Fame. Excellent man, if to this welcome speech Thou giv'st as fair an answer. This in brief After some scruple, and a little pause He whispered he would come. Exactly done. But leave us now, my noble Belgiosa, Till we may study a reward for thee. The twilight hastens, when Vitellio And Malatesta one of an high trust With our fond Nephew, promised conference. And here they are. Is it decreed brave friends? Shall it be swiftly done? nay, 'tis no matter, Your colour says you dare not. It lies then: If that my colour show me disobedient To my good Lord, be I for ever pale: But when shall Galeazzo's wished-for death Show we dare somewhat?
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But had you it? Did not our enemies ſharpe eſpies deſery The depth of our hid counſells? They might firſt Deſery the ſubtill path of a ſwift ſhip, The voyage of a bullet, or of thought, Before your more myſterious purpoſes? Then ſince we are alone, and in a place Free from the bold intruſion of an eye, Feigne Vs the Prince to whom we ſent you forth, And ſpeake our Embaſſy vnto our ſelfe. Great Prince, to haue the offer of a Crowne Is rare, and your felicity: my Lord, Millans Protector, but your ſeruant, knowing The ancient right your predeceſſors had In vſurpt Naples, by vs wooes your Grace (Conſider vnto what he wooes your Grace) Not to maintaine his pow'r, but make your owne, To take a Kingdome that e'ne ſighes for you. So ſhall the infamy of a loſt crowne Rot in the earth with your dead Anceſtors, And the recouery reuiue their names To waite vpon your triumph with your foes: For ſo much iuſtice needs no other power, And yet ſuch is your pow'r, that it is able To make what euer you ſhould fancy, iuſt: But that your vertue is aboue that pow'r. I will not call you vſurer of Fame, By this large act, when the aſtoniſht world Now fifty Ages off from vs, ſhall reade Not in the boaſtings of a painted tombe (The flatteries of great rottenneſſe) but your Writ in s true Characters, For making conquer'd Crownes the udiments Of your victorious infancy i armes, When France ſhall know no other Charlemaign. But ſhould we faile in the attempt? what then? Can Heau'n faile Iuſtice? or thoſe pow'rs commit Sinnes which they puniſh? O my gracious Lord Sinne not with that weake thought: but if they ſhould Sforza will neuer: He is alwaies noble, But hee'l vndoe vs with a benefit, To giue a kingdome is aboue requitall. His hopes are but the prayſe of honeſt deeds, If in the rereward of your ſpreading Fame, That fils all mouthes, ſome happy tongue may glance At him, as a poore engine of your glory, That could impart, but no poſſeſſe a Fame. Excellent man, if to this welcome ſpeech Thou giu'ſt as faire an anſwer. This in briefe After ſome ſcruple, and a little pauſe He whiſper'd he would come. Exactly done. But leaue vs now, my noble Belgioſa, Till we may ſtudy a reward for thee. The twilight haſtens, when Vitellio And Malateſta one of an high truſt With our fond Nephew, promiſed conference. And here they are. Is it decreed braue friends▪ Shall it be ſwiftly done nay, tis no matter, Your colour ſayes you dare not. It lyes then: If that my colour ſhew me diſobedient To my good Lord, be I for euer pale: But when ſhall Galeazzoes wiſh'd-for death Shew we dare ſomewhat?