Gomersall, Robert · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 550 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
What shall I do? O I am lost in doubt, Nor know, what to refuse, or what to grant. Shall then the Swizzers 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 aid him, can it be 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 dye 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 then is the best honesty. THis is the sum, I can but be like this. After the prouder threatening of the French, After the sure impression of Diseases I can but be like this: then let me think What loss I have when I am made like this: This fears no French: a piece of ordinance Can break, but not astonish this, no force Can draw a tear, no not a sigh from hence: And can it be a loss to be like this? O Death why art thou feared? why do we think 'tis such a horrid terror Not to Be? Why, not to be, is, not to be a wretch, Why? not to be, is, to be like the heavens, Not to be subject to the power of Fate: O there's no happiness but not to be. But thou discloser of the stealth of Time, Let me inquire how much is worn away Of this sad hour: the half? O speedy time! That mak'st us feel, ere we can think of Age, Ere we can take an order for the Grave. What? deep in meditation, noble friend? So studious of your Watch? alas good man, Thou needst not this faint help to guess at Fate, These silver hairs are watch enough for thee. I only look how many minutes hence Milan expires. O swift Arithmetic, To sum by minutes our sad Duchies age. This Watch doth teach real Philosophy, There is no tutor to this active brass: What is a Kingdom, but a larger watch? Wound up by Fate unto some scores of years, And then it falls: good Iuliano list, Hark how it beats, how strongly and how fast, Beyond the motion of a nimble pulse. Who would not think this were a lasting noise? And yet it ends: after some date of hours The watch will be as silent as the head. O 'tis our folly, folly my dear friend, Because we see th' activity of States, To flatter them with false Eternity: Why longer than the dweller lasts the house? Why should the world be always, and not man? Sure Kingdoms are as mortal as their Kings, And stay but longer for their period,
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What 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? Who can accuse us for our trechery? One that has patroniz'd it by his act: That hath betraied his Nephew: shall a man Be counted trecherous; that betrayes vice? It was a crime to aide him, can it be A crime to leave him too? O paradox! Resolve me Goodnesse what tis best to doe: And that does whisper a dislike: for what, What goodnesse can there be in civill warre? When we shall kill them that were borne with us, When we shall make the Father dye his sword In the sonnes bloud, and strangely give a death To him, to whom he kindly gave 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 us, and not thou, To be Dishonest then is the best honesty. THis is the summe, I can but be like this. After the prouder threatning of the French, After the sure impression of Diseases I can but be like this: then let me thinke What losse I have when I am made like this: This feares no French: a peece of ordinance Can breake, but not astonish this, no force Can draw a teare, no not a sigh from hence: And can it be a losse to be like this? O Death why art thou fear'd? why doe we thinke Tis such a horrid terror Not to Be? Why, not to be, is, not to be a wretch, Why? not to be, is, to be like the heav'ns, Not to be subject to the pow'r of Fate: O there's no happines but not to be. But thou discloser of the stealth of Time, Let me inquire how much is worne away Of this sad houre: the halfe? O speedy time! That makst us feele, ere we can thinke of Age, Ere we can take an order for the Grave. What? deepe in meditation, noble friend? So studious of your Watch? alas good man, Thou needst not this faint helpe to guesse at Fate, These silver haires are watch enough for thee. I onely looke how many minutes hence Millan expires. O swift Arithmeticke, To summe by minutes our sad Duchies age. This Watch doth teach reall Philosophy, There is no tutor to this active brasse: What is a Kingdome, but a larger watch? Wound up by Fate unto some scores of yeares, And then it falls: good Iuliano list, Harke how it beats, how strongly and how fast, Beyond the motion of a nimble pulse. Who would not thinke this were a lasting noise? And yet it endes: after some date of houres The watch will be as silent as the head. O tis our folly, folly my deare friend, Because we see th' activity of States, To flatter them with false Eternity: Why longer then the dweller lasts the house? Why should the world be alwayes, and not man? Sure Kingdomes are as mortall as their Kings, And stay but longer for their period,