Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
WE are not man, for such an empty thing Could not have this solidity of joy: Say the French King is dead, and say withal We are immortal, and ones happy truth, Shall expiate for the other's flattery. But speak the manner too as well, as death. When now his gadding thoughts had won the world, And Italy was to be taken in But only as an easy seat, from whence He might derive his further victories; Ottoman quaked, and 'twas in chance, if now New Rome, should be new-French, & the proud T Be brought to know what their beginnings were: When Fortune had advanced him to that height, That grown forgetful of a lowly tomb, He reared huge Pyramids, and troubled Art To match his fancy with magnificence Fit for a conquering builder, who had learned To ruin first, and then to build a City. When Marbles were to be in rich with wounds, And cut for their advancement: then, heaven's sport, He raised competitors to dare the Heavens: Nor dreams his own descent into low Earth. Ascanio, you make him live too long, Tell how he died, without more circumstance. He went (such was his use) to see the play At Tennis-court, when by his trembling Queen He sank into half-death: thence he's conveyed To the next room, where on a couch of straw, As if a downbed were too soft for him, Whom rottenness attended, and the grave, That harder lodging of Mortality, A King, a conquering, youthful King expires. Thrice from death's slumbers he awaked to speak, Thrice did he cry to heaven, unto deaf heaven, And after nine hours' death he died. I find A certain grumbling against Fortune here: Which that I may whet to a lively rage, Repeat Malvezzo her last treachery Against the French, and Neopolitan. Naples now won, and the unstable French (As if they were afraid of their own luck) Ridiculously leaving what th'd won; The Deputy was Mompenieer, a man Of an high birth, but of unequal deeds. For when young Ferdinand with some few boats (Which only fear might make a Navy of, And nothing but the strength of cowardice Could possibly judge strong) approached the shore, As if the poor Prince once more had desired Only to see his ancient government, And therefore had adventured to the Sea, The Sea was in the City, for ne'er was Such a confusion in the vulgar waves: All cry a Ferdinand, a Ferdinand, e'en those who lately banished Ferdinand: Part open the gates to him, and part shut up The French into the Cittadells, where e Besiegeth his once Conquerors. 'tis true Not the world only, but a man's a ball, Will Fortune never leave her tossing him?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVE are not man, for ſuch an empty thing Could not haue this ſolidity of ioy: Say the French King is dead, and ſay withall We are immortall, and ones happy truth, Shall expiate for the others flattery. But ſpeake the manner too as well, as death▪ When now his gadding thoughts had won the world▪ And Italy was to be taken in But onely as an eaſie ſeat, from whence He might deriue his further victories; Ottoman quak'd, and 'twas in chance, if now New Rome, ſhould be new-French, & the proud T Be brought to know what their beginnings were▪ When Fortune had aduanc'd him to that height▪ That growne forgetfull of a lowly tombe, He rear'd huge Pyramides, and troubled Art To match his fancy with magnificence Fit for a conqu'ring builder, who had learnt To ruine firſt, and then to build a City. When Marbles were to be in rich with wounds▪ And cut for their aduancement▪ then, Heau'ns ſpot▪ He rais'd competitors to dare the Heau'ns: Nor dreames his owne deſcent into low Earth. Aſcanio, you make him liue too long, Tell how he dy'd, without more circumſtance. He went (ſuch was his vſe) to ſee the play At Tennis▪ court, when by his trembling Queene He ſanke into halfe-death: thence he's conuey' To the next roome, where on a couch of ſtraw, As if a downe-bed were too ſoft for him, Whom rottenneſſe attended, and the graue, That harder lodging of Mortality, A King, a conqu'ring, youthfull King expires. Thrice from deaths ſlumbers he awak't to ſpeake, Thrice did he cry to heau'n, vnto deafe heau'n▪ And after nine houres death he dy'd. I find A certaine grumbling againſt Fortune here: Which that I may whet to a liuely rage, Repeat Maluezzo her laſt treachery Againſt the French, and Neopolitan. Naples now wonne, and the vnſtable French (As if they were afraid of their owne lucke) Ridiculouſly leauing what th'ad wonne▪ The Deputy was Mompeneer, a man Of an high birth, but of vnequall deeds. For when yong Ferdinand with ſome few boates (Which onely feare might make a Nauy of, And nothing but the ſtrength of cowardize Could poſſibly iudge ſtrong) approacht the ſhoare, As if the poore Prince once more had deſir'd Onely to ſee his ancient gouernement, And therefore had aduentur'd to the Sea, The Sea was in the City, for ne're was Such a confuſion in the vulgar waues: All cry a Ferdinand, a Ferdinand, Eu'n thoſe who lately baniſht Ferdinand: Part ope the gates to him, and part ſhut vp The French into the Cittadells, where e Beſiegeth his once Conquerors. Tis true Not the world onely▪ but a man's a ball, Will Fortune neuer leaue her toſſing him▪