Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
PRince of shades, (for unto me Still thou keep'st thy Majesty) If thou art not wholly lost, And there's something in a Ghost: Hear thy Isabella's vow: If hereafter I allow Of a second match, or know Any man, but for a foe, Saving him that shall engage His revenge unto my rage: (Hear just Heavens) may I then be Made another Ghost like thee, May I die, and never have What I visit now, a Grave. O do not hear her Heaven, and kill me straight If I dare touch her: he that sees those eyes And dares attempt to make those eyes not see, Has a blind soul: burn clearer, you kind lights, O do not envy me the sight of her: But what's there in a sight? I must be brief, If not for love, yet for ambition: Her Marriage makes me greater than her Death, And she has taught me the condition. Pardon, bright Angel, and return the sword, Which Sforza made me swear to sheath in you, Into my bosom. No, obey your Prince, If you have goodness in you keep your oath, Murder is nothing unto perjury. By this fair hand you injure me, and more Than ever Sforza did: can you suppose (Though you had heard the vows he forced me to) I meant what I protested? that this hand Which ever yet has used a sword for you, Would use it now for your destruction. Revoke that thought, dear Lady, that harsh thought, And let not so much sweeter innocence Make itself guilty by suspicion, Suspicion of impossibilities. Rather command, and you shall quickly see That he, who would have armed me against you, Shall find in his own entrails the just steel. What traps are these to catch the Innocent? Sforza I smell your project, 'tis too rank. My Lord, no more: your speech is dangerous, I must not hear it. You shall see it then: Do not believe me Madam till I've done, Till I do bring my credit in my arms, The traitor's head, and when you see that time, Confess you owe your life unto my crime. WHat will become of this declining state? Can we believe that the yet patient heaven Will any longer suffer? and not give Destruction as notorious as our crimes. Awake, stern justice, and unsheathe thy sword, The Scabbard will not heal us, but the edge, Nor is't enough to brandish, but to strike: Let then thy terror give us innocence, That mildness may no longer injure man. Why, thou perpetual Murmurer, thou sea tossed with eternal tempest, thou dark sky With everlasting clouds, thou— any thing, Whom, being angry I can call no more: Think better of those acts thou canst not mend. Will Sforza be less bad, because thou whinest? Or dost thou think thy pitiful complaints Can beg a goodness of Ascanio? I never knew that mighty use of tears, That they could wash away another's fault: When thou shalt want a tear for a fit grief, Sanseverin will be a Coward still: And when thy groans are turned to thy last gasp, Caiazzo will not be less treacherous.
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PRince of ſhades, (for vnto me Still thou keep'ſt thy Maieſty) If thou art not wholly loſt, And there's ſomething in a Ghoſt: Heare thy Iſabella's vow: If hereafter I allow Of a ſecond match, or know Any man, but for a foe, Sauing him that ſhall ingage His reuenge vnto my rage: (Heare iuſt Heau'ns) may I then be Made another Ghoſt like thee, May I dye, and neuer haue What I viſit now, a Graue. O doe not heare her Heau'n, and kill me ſtraight If I dare touch her: he that ſees thoſe eyes And dares attempt to make thoſe eyes not ſee, Has a blinde ſoule: burne clearer, you kind lights▪ O doe not enuy me the ſight of her: But what's there in a ſight? I muſt be briefe, If not for loue, yet for ambition: Her Mariage makes me greater then her Death, And ſhe has taught me the condition. Pardon, bright Angell, and returne the ſword, Which Sforza made me ſweare to ſheath in you, Into my boſome▪ No, obey your Prince, If you haue goodneſſe in you keepe your oath, Murther is nothing vnto periury. By this faire hand you iniure me, and more Then euer Sforza did: can you ſuppoſe (Though you had heard the vowes he forc't me to) I meant what I proteſted? that this hand Which euer yet has vs'd a ſword for you, Would vſe it now for your deſtruction. Reuoke that thought, deare Lady, that harſh thought, And let not ſo much ſweeter innocence Make it ſelfe guilty by ſuſpition, Suſpition of impoſſibilities. Rather command, and you ſhall quickly ſee That he, who would haue arm'd me againſt you, Shall finde in his owne entrailes the iuſt ſteele. What traps are theſe to catch the Innocent? Sforza I ſmell your proiect, 'tis too ranke. My Lord, no more: your ſpeech is dangerous, I muſt not heare it. You ſhall ſee it then: Doe not beleeue me Madam till I'ue done, Till I doe bring my credit in my armes, The Traitors head, and when you ſee that time▪ Confeſſe you owe your life vnto my crime. VVHat will become of this declining ſtate? Can we beleeue that the yet patient heau'n Will any longer ſuffer? and not giue Deſtruction as notorious as our crimes. Awake, ſterne Iuſtice, and vnſheath thy ſword, The Scabberd will not heale vs, but the edge, Nor is't enough to brandiſh, but to ſtrike: Let then thy terrour giue vs innocence, That mildneſſe may no longer iniure man. Why, thou perpetuall Murmurer, thou ſea Toſt with eternall tempeſt, thou darke sky With euerlaſting clouds, thou—any thing, Whom, being angry I can call no more: Thinke better of thoſe acts thou canſt not mend. Will Sforza be leſſe bad, becauſe thou whin'ſt? Or doſt thou thinke thy pittifull complaints Can beg a goodneſſe of Aſcanio? I neuer knew that mighty vſe of teares, That they could waſh away anothers fault: When thou ſhalt want a teare for a fit griefe, Sanſeuerin will be a Coward ſtill: And when thy groanes are turn'd to thy laſt gaſpe, Caiazzo will not be leſſe trecherous.