Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
This is conspiracy: Caiazzo false? Tell me that contradictions then are true, Tell me the heavens no more do travel now Being grown inconstant to their motion: Or that the Earth pursy with too long ease Would with a walk at length refresh herself: Tell me that Princes may be fortunate, Those that like me are credulous: or if You'd speak of things more hard to be believed, Tell me, there are, that birth of fear, called Gods, And if they be, that they do think of Man: Tell me, O prithee tell me somewhat else, Or I shall think thee false, and not Caiazzo, But I do know thee true, know thy wounds true, And must conclude Caiazzo is most false. To be o'ercome, my Lord, is wretched chance, But not to fight at all will be thought crime, I ne'er durst think so to survive ill luck As to become the fatal messenger? But I must say, I durst not fight, and more, I must entreat your cowardice, your foes Are strengthened with your Army (o pardon me Let me not tell you, how) and all our troops, Have no power left us but for a safe flight. I did expect this: was not man at first Placed on this curious Theater, to see How he could act all parts: do we not know What we can fear is nothing? providence Long since hath spent our fear; for a wise man, When he does found his happiness, forecasts Mischiefs, that Fate had never practised yet, Which if they happen, if they prove too true, They meet, not overtake him, and so find A scorn, because a preparation. I knew it might be thus, though I not feared, And know it may be better, though not hope: Yet let us ne'er despair, nor by low thoughts Excuse Fate for her present injury. And when once more her favours we shall feel, Then say, that Fortune has no standing wheel. WE here present you with our keys great Lords, Yet do not think us cowards, who do part So easily with that, which if we pleased We might, in spite of force, as easily keep: We know your right, justice does ope these gates, And not your swords, nor our disloyalty; We leave a Traitor that hath first left us, And now are glad to entertain our Prince. Is he fled then? O our unhappy sloth! Why ran we not as well as we did fight? Are Cowards swifter than their Conquerors. Do not dissuade me, Iulia, 'tis true I may escape, but whither? all is lost, In Naples we find France, as well as here. O who'd endure the tyranny of hope, That could so quickly gain a liberty? If I but fall I'm free; o Iulia, The greatest distance 'twixt my bliss, and me, Reacheth no farther than to the next earth. Can I behold in a perplexed flight (Of which I know no comfort, and no end) This my sweet infant crying for the food, Which I'm uncertain where to beg for him? No, I'll descend, and if the greedy French Will have our blood with our Dominions, Yet I shall joy to have a speedy end And call a nimble enemy, a friend.
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This is conſpiracy: Caiazzo falſe? Tell me that contradictions then are true, Tell me the heau'ns no more doe trauell now Being growne inconſtant to their motion: Or that the Earth purſie with too long eaſe VVould with a walke at length refreſh her ſelfe: Tell me that Princes may be fortunate, Thoſe that like me are credulous: or if You'd ſpeake of things more hard to be beleeu'd, Tell me, there are, that birth of feare, call'd Gods, And if they be, that they doe thinke of Man: Tell me, O prethee tell me ſomewhat elſe, Or I ſhall thinke thee falſe, and not Caiazzo, But I doe know thee true, know thy wounds true, And muſt conclude Caiazzo is moſt falſe. To be o'recome, my Lord, is wretched chance, But not to fight at all will be thought crime, I ne're durſt thinke ſo to ſuruiue ill lucke As to become the fatall meſſenger? But I muſt ſay, I durſt not fight, and more, I muſt intreat your cowardize, your foes Are ſtrengthned with your Army (ô pardon me Let me not tell you, how) and all our troopes, Haue no pow'r left vs but for a ſafe flight. I did expect this: was not man at firſt Plac'd on this curious Theater, to ſee How he could act all parts: doe we not know VVhat we can feare is nothing? prouidence Long ſince hath ſpent our feare; for a wiſe man, VVhen he does found his happineſſe, forecaſts Miſchiefes, that Fate had neuer practiz'd yet, VVhich if they happen, if they proue too true, They meet, not ouertake him, and ſo find A ſcorne, becauſe a preparation. I knew it might be thus, though I not fear'd, And know it may be better, though not hope: Yet let vs ne're deſpaire, nor by low thoughts Excuſe Fate for her preſent iniury. And when once more her fauours we ſhall feele, Then ſay, that Fortune has no ſtanding wheele. WE here preſent you with our keys great Lords, Yet doe not thinke vs cowards, who doe part So eaſily with that, which if we pleas'd VVe might, in ſpite of force, as eaſily keepe: VVe know your right, iuſtice does ope theſe gates, And not your ſwords, nor our diſloyalty; VVe leaue a Traytor that hath firſt left vs, And now are glad to entertaine our Prince. Is he fled then? O our vnhappy ſloath! VVhy ranne we not as well as we did fight? Are Cowards ſwifter then their Conquerors. Doe not diſſwade me, Iulia, 'tis true I may eſcape, but whither? all is loſt, In Naples we find France, as well as here. O who'od indure the tyranny of hope, That could ſo quickly gaine a liberty? If I but fall I'me free; ô Iulia, The greateſt diſtance twixt my bliſſe, and me, Reacheth no farther then to the next earth. Can I behold in a perplexed flight (Of which I know no comfort, and no end) This my ſweet infant crying for the food, Which I'me vncertaine where to beg for him? No, Ile deſcend, and if the greedy French Will haue our blood with our Dominions, Yet I ſhall ioy to haue a ſpeedy end And call a nimble enemy, a friend.