Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
I would be so, Safety were ruin were it otherwise. Yet tell me Sforza, how are you so lost? O what a busy torture woman is! I must say somewhat, but the main is silence, Vitellio's loss, yes, that hath lost me too: No sooner killed than lost, so strangely gone, As if the dead had learned a motion So to convey themselves unto the grave. Will you be still unkind? Thou shalt hear all! The French have conquered Naples, and which draws Blood from our soul, without a drop of blood: When thus we plotted it, that when both Kings Had wearied out themselves with equal slaughter, And here Alphonso tottered, and there Charles; When loss had seized the conqueror, than we Would have amazed the conqueror afresh With new alarms: when by the flattery Of chance, France gets a kingdom without blood, And by dry victory has undone a plot Worth many Kingdoms: I presumed on this, Naples had soldiers enough to last Killing a year, in which space, we resolved To arm all Italy against the French, And cunningly drive out, whom we called in: Which, ere we could accomplish, is disclosed, And conquering France intends to hinder it, By our invasion: o my policy! Must I be wounded with the sword I gave? And find those enemies, whom only I Enabled to my injury? well; heaven, Your kindness is a miracle sometime, Beyond all reason, but your curse is wit, My fault is my fault's punisher. Long life, And happy to our Duke. How my Ascanio? Recall thyself, good Cardinal, what Duke? Whilst Galeazzo lives? Most truly Duke, For Galeazzo's dead. Alas, poor child, I could have wished thee longer life, but since heaven's will is otherwise, 'twere blasphemy To storm at that which is the will of heaven. I hate that impotent rebellion. My Lord, so cross was Fortune, that you were Made almost bankrupt by a too much thrift: For when you had discharged those numerous troops, Whose charges lay as hard upon the State As an invasion could, than Orleans moved And stole Novarra, which disastrous news So heated the remainder of your troops (As if you had added to their valour more, When you abated from their multitudes) That by a nimble victory, they made His conquest be his prison. Noble friend Stand thou, and our State stands: o why do men Cry out on Age, on eating Age? as though Our many griefs were from our many years, And the last times were worst: we rather find That nothing is so dangerous to Kings As a young Principality: for 'tis With them almost as with young plants, which yield Unto the least entreaty of the wind, And need no stronger blast, but gaining Age Scarce stoop to thunder: may we once arise Unto this happy firmness of estate, This blessed maturity of Prince, we stand Fearless of fall, but if heaven envy us And have decreed our ruin with our rising, Yet such we'll have it void of all base fears Our foes shall grieve our ruin was not theirs.
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I would be ſo, Safety were ruine were it otherwiſe. Yet tell me Sforza, how are you ſo loſt? O what a buſie torture woman is! I muſt ſay ſomewhat, but the maine is ſilence, Vitellioes loſſe, yes, that hathloſt me too: No ſooner kill'd then loſt, ſo ſtrangely gone, As if the dead had learnt a motion So to conuey themſelues vnto the graue. Will you be ſtill vnkind? Thou ſhalt heare all▪ The French haue conquer'd Naples, and which drawes Blood from our ſoule, without a drop of blood: When thus we plotted it, that when both Kings Had wearied out themſelues with equall ſlaughter, And here Alphonſo totter'd, and there Charles; When loſſe had ceiz'd the conqueror, then we Would haue amaz'd the conqueror afreſh With new alarmes: when by the flattery Of chance, France gets a kingdome without blood, And by dry victory has vndone a plot Worth many Kingdomes: I preſum'd on this, Naples had ſouldiers enough to laſt Killing a yeare, in which ſpace, we reſolu'd To arme all Italy againſt the French, And cunningly driue out, whom we call'd in: Which, ere we could accompliſh, is diſclos'd, And conqu'ring France intends to hinder it, By our inuaſion: ô my policy! Muſt I be wounded with the ſword I gaue? And find thoſe enemies, whom onely I Enabled to my iniury? well; heau'n, Your kindneſſe is a miracle ſometime, Beyond all reaſon, but your curſe is wit, My fault is my faults puniſher. Long life, And happy to our Duke. How my Aſcanio? Recall thy ſelfe, good Cardinall, what Duke? Whilſt Galeazzo liues? Moſt truly Duke, For Galeazzo's dead. Alas, poore child, I could haue wiſh'd thee longer life, but ſince Heau'ns willis otherwiſe, twere blaſphemy To ſtorme at that which is the will of heau'n. I hate that impotent rebellion. My Lord, ſo croſſe was Fortune, that you were Made almoſt banqu'rout by a too much thrift: For when you had diſcharg'd thoſe numerous troope, Whoſe charges lay as hard vpon the State As an inuaſion could, then Orleance mou'd And ſtole Nuarra, which diſaſtrous newes So heated the remainder of your troopes (As if you had added to their valour more, When you abated from their multitudes) That by a nimble victory, they made His conqueſt be his priſon. Noble friend Stand thou, and our State ſtands: ô why doe men Cry out on Age, on eating Age? as though Our many griefes were from our many yeares, And the laſt times were worſt: we rather find That nothing is ſo dangerous to Kings As a yong Principality: for tis With them almoſt as with yong plants, which yeeld Vnto the leaſt intreaty of the wind, And need no ſtronger blaſt, but gaining Age Scarce ſtoope to thunder: may we once ariſe Vnto this happy firmeneſſe of eſtate, This bleſt maturity of Prince, we ſtand Fearleſſe of fall, but if heauen enuy vs And haue decreed our fuine with our riſing, Yet ſuch weele haue it voyde of all baſe feares Our foes ſhall grieue our ruine was not theirs.