Gomersall, Robert · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 470 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
With thanks, a while, my Malatesta, leave us. Why should we longer think of other powers, And not bring offerings now to our own brain? Which gives us Agents of all kinds of men, And Kings aswell as poisoners: this wise King Must trouble Naples, who would trouble us, Divert invasions which are yet not made, And thus our ends are cheaply brought about, We only at the charge of plot: they fight, And Galeazzo dies, whom either King Were they not thus entangled, would preserve: We shall be conquerors without fight, thus, And their poor swords shall cut a way for us. I'm for you France. And I am for you, Sforza, Not poisoned yet, unless 'twere by thy tears. The other liquor had an Antidote. Happy suspect! had I been credulous And thought his love as free as it would seem I had not been, distrust has ransomed me. But Malatesta is entrapped, I know Sforza for nothing did not ask the skill: My equal villain perishes, and I Thus being accessary to his death May sin to Innocence, by posting off The Prince's fate to him: whilst a disguise Shall keep alive the fame that I am dead. And thus half truth shall come to light, and I, Be wisely cleared by double villainy. AS I am noble, 'twas a glorious sight, To see two Princes, in their State at once▪ As if two Suns had harmlessly conspired To beautify, and not to fright the heavens. Why should the formal nicety of State Debar these often interviews? I think They would be medicine against Tyranny: For, when a Prince sees all things under him, Heads of eternal nakedness, and men That make their glory of their servitude, He thinks he's uncontrollable, that none Without a saucy imputation Dares warn him to his duty: but suppose An equal Majesty should once become His usual object, one, whose unchecked blood Runs full as high as his, than he does learn, That there's a Common wealth of Princes too, Not one sole Monarch. Yet, Sanseverin, If you observed, some clouds obscured both Suns For, when they smiled most freely, and expressed Their nearest friendship by a strict embrace, They looked so jealously, as if they feared A closer stab: and then the King took leave With that excess of haste, that one would think (After this eager preparation,) He did intend his journey to leave us, Not to win Naples 'Tis a dangerous time, (And yet I seem to cross the truth I speak When I not fear to call't a dangerous time) Sforza is over-wise, and so attempts Upon the confidence of his own brain (A brain, though wise, yet I may safely say, Within the possibility of error) Things, that can only hap by miracle To any good.
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With thanks, a while, my Malatesta, leave us. Why should we longer thinke of other pow'rs, And not bring offerings now to our owne braine? VVhich gives us Agents of all kinds of men, And Kings aswell as poys'ners: this wise King Must trouble Naples, who would trouble us, Divert invasions which are yet not made, And thus our ends are cheapely brought about, VVe onely at the charge of plott: they fight, And Galeazzo dyes, whom either King VVere they not thus intangled, would preserve: VVe shall be conquerors without fighting, thus, And their poore swords shal cut a way for us. I'me for you France. And I am for you, Sforza, Not poyson'd yet, unlesse t'were by thy teares. The other liquor had an Antidote. Happy suspect! had I beene credulous And thought his love as free as it would seeme I had not beene, distrust has ransom'd me. But Malatesta is intrapp'd, I know Sforza for nothing did not aske the skill: My equall villaine perishes, and I Thus being accessary to his death May sinne to Innocence, by poasting off The Princes fate to him: whilst a disguise Shall keepe alive the fame that I am dead. And thus halfe truth shall come to light, and I, Be wisely cleer'd by double villany. AS I am noble, 'twas a glorious sight, To see two Princes, in their State at once▪ As if two Sunnes had harmlesly conspir'd To beautifie, and not to fright the Heav'ns. Why should the formall nicety of State Debarre these often enterviewes? I thinke They would be medicine against Tyranny: For, when a Prince sees all things under him, Heads of eternall nakednesse, and men That make their glory of their servitude, He thinkes hee's uncontroulable, that none Without a saucy imputation Dares warne him to his duty: but suppofe An equall Majesty should once become His usuall object, one, whose uncheck't blood Runnes full as high as his, then he does learne, That ther's a Common wealth of Princes too, Not one sole Monarch. Yet, Sanseverin, If you observ'd, some clouds obscur'd both Sunnes For, when they smil'd most freely, and exprest Their neerest friendship by a strict embrace, They lookt so jealously, as if they fear'd A closer stab: and then the King tooke leave With that excesse of hast, that one would thinke (After this eager preparation,) He did intend his journey to leave us, Not to winne Naples 'Tis a dangerous time, (And yet I seeme to crosse the truth I speake When I not feare to call't a dangerous time) Sforza is over-wise, and so attempts Vpon the confidence of his owne braine (A braine, though wise, yet I may safely say, Within the possibilitie of error) Things, that can onely hap by miracle To any good.