Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
O What is man? and all that happiness That puffs him to security? today One acts a Prince, and swelled with Majesty Fills a proud throne, from whence the Multitude Thinks he rules Fortune too, as well as them, Whilst she in just esteem of her own name, Makes him forgot, or odious, that none Can be so miserably fooled, to wish His well-appareled misery: thus we That did enjoy beyond a Crown, a brain Able to meet, or challenge the worst chance: Yet in the space of a few days, a space Of too short lasting to expel a man (By the most subtle fetches of the Law) Out of a false inheritance: we lost, We were expelled out of a Monarchy; But does Fate make a stand at this? O no, She is not constant, no not in her curse, But giving most again, which once was mine She gives me too the capability Of a new curse. Of a new joy: for shame Give thanks at least for your felicity: Can you repine being crammed, and so deserve A bountiful unhappiness? I've known Some that have long endured a tedious siege, Or a more tedious sickness, who have been Forced to a lasting Lent, when they have come Or to their health, or to their liberty, Not dare to take the nourishment they might, Making themselves their sickness, and their foe: Is not my Sforza one of these? you grieve Because you have no longer cause to grieve. O I do fear your grief, that it does glance With a most undeserved disgrace at me; As if I were akin unto the fault Of my false brother: O repeat that thought, It is no great thing I request you to, But trust unto the faith that you have found. Would I betray, and follow you? d'ye think, I'd be so mad to buy my banishment? No man would be unprofitably false, Nor I for any profit: speak yourself If I have left you, when your Fortune did? Nay, than my love was greatest, when you least, I was your subject, when you were no Prince. Sanseverin, thy fear is too too fond, And like the people, the Authority, Who make an impious confusion Of an high birth, and of an higher crime: Who in a saucy thwarting to their Prince, Count him still worst, whom he has made the best, As if we gave him, with his honours, crimes, And made him vicious, when fortunate. No, let them spend their breath in idle talk, Count thee or treacherous, or cowardly? Whilst to thy Sforza thou art still the same, Most valiant, and with thy valour, wise, That by thy abstinence a while from war, Hast saved us forces for a victory.
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O What is man? and all that happineſſe That puffes him to ſecurity? to day One acts a Prince, and ſwell'd with Maieſty Fills a proud throne, from whence the Multitude Thinkes he rules Fortune too, as well as them, Whilſt ſhe in iuſt eſteeme of her owne name, Makes him forgot, or odious, that none Can be ſo miſerably fool'd, to wiſh His well-apparell'd miſery: thus we That did enioy beyond a Crowne, a braine Able to meet, or challenge the worſt chance: Yet in the ſpace of a few dayes, a ſpace Of too ſhort laſting to expell a man (By the moſt ſubtle fetches of the Law) Out of a falſe inheritance: we loſt, We were expell'd out of a Monarchy; But does Fate make a ſtand at this? O no, She is not conſtant, no not in her curſe, But giuing moſt againe, which once was mine She giues me too the capability Of a new curſe. Of a new ioy: for ſhame Giue thankes at leaſt for your felicity: Can you repine being cramm'd, and ſo deſerue A bountifull vnhappineſſe? I'ue knowne Some that haue long endur'd a tedious ſiege, Or a more tedious ſickneſſe, who haue beene Forſt to a laſting Lent, when they haue come Or to their health, or to their liberty, Not dare to take the nouriſhment they might, Making themſelues their ſickneſſe, and their foe: Is not my Sforza one of theſe? you grieue Becauſe you haue no longer cauſe to grieue. O I doe feare your griefe, that it does glance With a moſt vndeſeru'd diſgrace at me; As if I were a-kinne vnto the fault Of my falſe brother: O repeat that thought, It is no great thing I requeſt you to, But truſt vnto the faith that you haue found. Would I betray, and follow you? d'yee thinke, I'de be ſo mad to buy my baniſhment? No man would be vnprofitably falſe, Nor I for any profit: ſpeake your ſelfe If I haue left you, when your Fortune did? Nay, then my loue was greateſt, when you leaſt, I was your ſubiect, when you were no Prince. Sanſeuerin, thy feare is too too fond, And like the people, the Authoritie, Who make an impious confuſion Of an high birth, and of an higher crime: Who in a ſawcy thwarting to their Prince, Count him ſtill worſt, whom he has made the beſt, As if we gaue him, with his honors, crimes, And made him vicious, when fortunate. No, let them ſpend their breath in idle talke, Count thee or trecherous, or cowardly? Whilſt to thy Sforza thou art ſtill the ſame, Moſt valiant, and with thy valour, wiſe, That by thy abſtinence a while from warre, Haſt ſau'd vs forces for a victory.