Gomersall, Robert · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 478 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
But had you it? Did not our enemies sharp espies descry The depth of our hid counsels? They might first Descry the subtle path of a swift ship, The voyage of a bullet, or of thought, Before your more mysterious purposes? Then since we are alone, and in a place Free from the bold intrusion of an eye, Feign Us the Prince to whom we sent you forth, And speak our Embassy unto ourself. Great Prince, to have the offer of a Crown Is rare, and your felicity: my Lord, Milan's Protector, but your servant, knowing The ancient right your predecessors had In usurped Naples, by us woos your Grace (Consider unto what he woos your Grace) Not to maintain his power, but make your own, To take a Kingdom that e'en sighs for you. So shall the infamy of a lost crown Rot in the earth with your dead Ancestors, And the recovery revive their names To wait upon your triumph with your foes: For so much justice needs no other power, And yet such is your power, that it is able To make what ever you should fancy, just: But that your virtue is above that power. I will not call you usurer of Fame, By this large act, when the astonished world Now fifty Ages off from us, shall read Not in the boastings of a painted tomb (The flatteries of great rottenness) but your name Writ in Eternity's true Characters, For making conquered Crowns the rudiments Of your victorious infancy in arms, When France shall know no other Charlemaigne But should we fail in the attempt? what then? Can Heaven fail justice? or those powers commit Sins which they punish? O my gracious Lord Sin not with that weak thought: but if they should, Sforza will never: He is always noble, But he'll undo us with a benefit, To give a kingdom is above requital. His hopes are but the praise of honest deeds, If in the rearward of your spreading Fame, That fills all mouths, some happy tongue may glance At him, as a poor engine of your glory, That could impart, but not possess a Fame. Excellent man! if to this welcome speech Thou giv'st as fair an answer. This in brief After some scruple, and a little pause He whispered he would come. Exactly done. But leave us now, my noble Belgiosa, Till we may study a reward for thee. The twilight hastens, when Vitellio And Malatesta one of an high trust with our fond Nephew promised conference. And here they are. Is it decreed brave friends? Shall it be swiftly done? nay, 'tis no matter, Your colour says you dare not, It lies then: If that my colour show me disobedient To my good Lord, be I for ever pale: But when shall Galeazzo's wished-for death Show we dare somewhat?
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
But had you it? Did not our enemies sharpe espies descry The depth of our hid counsells? They might first Descry the subtill path of a swift ship, The voyage of a bullet, or of thought, Before your more mysterious purposes? Then since we are alone, and in a place Free from the bold intrusion of an eye, Feigne Vs the Prince to whom we sent you forth, And speake our Embassy unto our selfe. Great Prince, to have the offer of a Crowne Is rare, and your felicity: my Lord, Millans Protector, but your servant, knowing The ancient right your predecessors had In usurpt Naples, by us wooes your Grace (Consider unto what he wooes your Grace) Not to maintaine his pow'r, but make your owne, To take a Kingdome that e'n sighes for you. So shall the infamy of a lost crowne Rot in the earth with your dead Ancestors, And the recovery revive their names To waite upon your tryumph with your foes: For so much justice needs no other power, And yet such is your pow'r, that it is able To make what ever you should fancy, just: But that your vertue is above that pow'r. I will not call you usurer of Fame, By this large act, when the astonisht world Now fifty Ages off from us, shall reade Not in the boastings of a painted tombe (The flatteries of great rottennesse) but your name Writ in Aeternities true Characters, For making conquer'd Crownes the rudiments Of your victorious infancy in armes, When France shall know no other Charlemaigne But should we faile in the attempt? what then? Can Heav'n faile Iustice? or those pow'rs cōmit Sinnes which they punish? O my gracious Lord Sin not with that weak thought: but if they should, Sforza will never: He is alwaies noble, But hee'l undoe us with a benefit, To give a kingdome is above requitall. His hopes are but the praise of honest deeds, If in the rereward of your spreading Fame, That fils all mouthes, some happy tongue may glance At him, as a poore engine of your glory, That could impart, but not possesse a Fame. Excellent man! if to this welcome speech Thou giu'st as faire an answer. This in briefe After some scruple, and a little pause He whisper'd he would come. Exactly done. But leave us now, my noble Belgiosa, Till we may study a reward for thee. The twilight hastens, when Vitellio And Malatesta one of an high trust with our fond Nephew promised cōferēce. And here they are. Is it decreed brave friends? Shall it be swiftly done? nay, tis no matter, Your colour sayes you dare not, It lyes then: If that my colour shew me disobedient To my good Lord, be I for ever pale: But when shall Galeazzoes wish'd-for death Shew we dare somewhat?