Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
The subjects' life lies in the PRINCE's voice: Now you have cleared me I dare hasten war, And wish more enemies, than cowards fear: That you may see, by my neglect of blood, (Which I shall only love when shed for you) How slander was my most feared enemy. No more, my dearest friend: we lose all time Which we do save from fight, still there does flock New forces to our Army, and the French Are now as much amazed, as proud before: We lately took the Swissers into pay, Those that dare sell their lives to any cause, Whom Gold hath armed for me: if they proceed In their first heat, we win: but if they fail We cannot be more wretched than we were: The vilest chance of luck can make us know But an Addition to an Overthrow. NOw w' are alone I dare reveal myself, I am not what I seem, a Fugitive, But one that from Triulcio do bring Letters that much concern you. What? to me? Letters unto his enemy? let's see: Expect an answer in my Tent.— What's here? THou Man of Action, whom th' Italians Feel their Achilles, both to wound, and heal: Triulcio salutes thee: what is past, As past recall he will not mention, But for the future this; you aid a man, From whom you cannot any way expect Reward, or Honour, such his poverty Both in desert, and means? but against whom? I will not urge they are your Countrymen, Partakers of the same sweet soil with you, Who only differ in their better choice: Yet so far do I prize your worth, to think, You have not put off Nature, nor have changed With your home air, your home-affections. That you are still a Swisser: think of this, And that at other times 'twere shame to fly, Now only flight shows Magnanimity. What shall I do? O I am lost in doubt, Nor know, what to refuse, or what to grant. Shall then the Swissers to their valour add A tainture of disloyalty? to whom? Who can accuse us for our treachery? One that has patronized it by his act: That hath betrayed his Nephew: shall a man Be counted treacherous, that betrays vice? It was a crime to aide him, can it e A crime to leave him too? O paradox! Resolve me Goodness what 'tis best to do: And that does whisper a dislike: for what, What goodness can there be in civil war? When we shall kill them that were borne with us, When we shall make the Father die his sword In the son's blood, and strangely give a death To him, to whom he kindly gave a life, When the mixed blood of the same Family Shall make a cruel incest: this we do If we are honest: I'll learn treason first, And the most accurate sin. Triulcio, Our Country calls us, and not thou, to be Dishonest than is the best honesty.
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The Subiects life lies in the Princes voice: Now you haue cleer'd me I dare haſten warre, And wiſh more enemies, then cowards feare: That you may ſee, by my neglect of bloud, (Which I ſhall onely loue when ſhed for you) How ſlaunder was my moſt fear'd enemy. No more, my deareſt friend: we loſe all time Which we doe ſaue from fight, ſtill there does flock New forces to our Army, and the French Are now as much amaz'd, as proud before: We lately tooke the Swizzers into pay, Thoſe that dare ſell their liues to any cauſe, Whom Gold hath arm'd for me: if they proceed In their firſt heat, we winne: but if they faile We cannot be more wretched then we were: The vileſt chance of lucke can make vs know But an Addition to an Ouerthrow. NOw w' are alone I dare reueal my ſelfe, I am not what I ſeeme, a Fugitiue, But one that from Triulcio doe bring Letters that much concerne you. VVhat? to me? Letters vnto his enemy? let's ſee: Expect an anſwer in my Tent.—VVhat's here? THou Man of Action, whom th' Italians Feele their Achilles, both to wound, and heale: Triulcio ſalutes thee: what is paſt, As paſt recall he will not mention, But for the future this; you ayd a man, From whom you cannot any way expect Reward, or Honor, ſuch his pouerty Both in deſert, and meanes? but againſt whom? I will not vrge they are your Countrymen, Partakers of the ſame ſweet ſoyle with you, Who onely differ in their better choice: Yet ſo farre doe I prize your worth, to thinke, You haue not put off Nature, nor haue chang'd With your home ayre, your home-affections. That you are ſtill a Swizzer: thinke of this, And that at other times twere ſhame to flye, Now onely flight ſhewes Magnanimity. VVhat ſhall I doe? O I am loſt in doubt, Nor know, what to refuſe, or what to grant. Shall then the Swizzers to their valour adde A tainture of diſloyaltie? to whom? VVho can accuſe vs for our trechery? One that has patroniz'd it by his act: That hath betraid his Nephew: ſhall a man Be counted trecherous, that betrayes vice? It was a crime to aide him, can it e A crime to leaue him too? O paradox! Reſolue me Goodneſſe what tis beſt to doe: And that does whiſper a diſlike: for what, What goodneſſe can there be in ciuill warre? When we ſhall kill them that were borne with vs, When we ſhall make the Father dye his ſword In the ſonnes bloud, and ſtrangely giue a death To him, to whom he kindly gaue a life, When the mixt bloud of the ſame Family Shall make a cruell inceſt: this we doe If we are honeſt: Ile learne treaſon firſt, And the moſt accurate ſinne. Triulcio, Our Country calls vs, and not thou, to be Diſhoneſt then is the beſt honeſty.