Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
No, wondrous maid, you bear a heaven about you, A heaven of virtue, that is proof against The furies rage, and fortunes utmost spite: You are above them all. Oh take me to you, And by conjunction of your goodness, make Me higher than the power of fate can reach. These are no times for Hymen, when the frown Of all the gods lies heavy on our house. Oh move that suit no more; but yet as far As my chaste sorrow can admit of love, Let this suffice you, I do love your soul. And if this storm should clear, and I have power To marry ever, Aemon is the man Of all the world I choose. Oh heavenly voice! This promise from divine Antigone, More than fruition of the proudest beauty That ere mortality could boast, revives me, And makes me ever happy; all the hours, That from my country's cause, and from the war I can be spared, I'll keep as holy ones To pay devotion here, here I'll relate whatever fortune throws on doubting Thebes. But one chaste kiss and so farewell. You have it. Ye powers of love, be all auspicious now. Hymen redeem the wrongs that thou hast done Our house already; had I never seen Young Aemon's face, ne'er known his matchless worth, No other man or mind had ere had power To warm Antigone's cold breast with love. Prosper that flame that you yourselves did move. 'tis so, Ianthus, Aemon is in love With fair Antigone; no other passion Could make so fresh a youth and spirit as his To seek such sad retreats; from that dark grove, Which clothes Cythaeren's rough and craggy top, Where far from sight and company of men The woeful Oedipus laments alone His hapless; e errors fault, unseen by any But good Antigone his pious daughter, How oft of late brave Aemon has been met! What but her love had power to draw him thither? she is an object worthy of Aemon's love. The mirror of her sex, a lasting pattern Of piety to all succeeding times. As much true wortha nd manly virtue lives In noble Aemons breast, he's the true brother Of brave Menaeceus, whose devoted head Saved Thebes from ruin. True, if Thebes be safe, As never fairer were her hopes then now; Th'Argolian forces are disheartened quite, And of their seven proud leaders, which of late Beset the gates of Thebes, but two are left Only Adrastus, and our banished prince. If we, I say, be safe, we owe that safety To Creon's sons, to brave Menaeceus' death, And Aemon's living valour; one by death Gave life to thousands; tother noble life Deserved an easier way to fame then death. But I have heard news from the enemy's camp, All's quiet there, and 'tis supposed they mean To fight no more, but secretly dislodge, And fly away by night.
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No, wondrous maide, you beare a heauen about you, A heauen of vertue, that is proofe againſt The furies rage, and fortunes vtmoſt ſpite: You are aboue them all. Oh take me to you, And by coniunction of your goodneſſe, make Me higher then the power of fate can reach. Theſe are no times for Hymen, when the frowne Of all the gods lyes heauy on our houſe. Oh mooue that ſuite no more; but yet as farre As my chaſt ſorrow can admit of loue, Let this ſuffice you, I do loue your ſoule. And if this ſtorme ſhould cleare, and I haue power To marry euer, Aemon is the man Of all the world I chooſe. Oh heauenly voyce! This promiſe from diuine Antigone, More then fruition of the proudeſt beauty That ere mortality could boaſt, reuiues me, And makes me euer happy; all the howers, That from my countreys cauſe, and from the warre I can be ſpar'd, Ile keepe as holy ones To pay deuotion heere, heere Ile relate What euer fortune throwes on doubting Thebes. But one chaſt kiſſe and ſo farewell. You haue it. Yee powers of loue, bee all auſpicious now. Hymen redeeme the wrongs that thou haſt done Our houſe already; had I neuer ſeene Young Aemon's face, nere knowne his matchleſſe worth, No other man or minde had ere had power To warme Antigones cold breaſt with loue. Proſper that flame that you your ſelues did mooue. Tis ſo, Ianthus, Aemon is in loue With faire Antigone; no other paſſion Could make ſo freſh a youth and ſpirit as his To ſeeke ſuch ſad retreats; from that dark groue, Which cloaths Cythaerens rough and craggy top, Where farre from ſight and company of men The wofull Oedipus laments alone His happleſſs;e errours fault, vnſeene by any But good Antigone his pious daughter, How oft of late braue Aemon has beene mett! What but her loue had power to draw him thither? Shee is an obiect worthy of Aemon's loue. The mirrour of her ſexe, a lasſting patterne Of piety to all ſucceeding times. As much true wortha nd manly vertue liues In noble Aemons breaſt, hee's the true brother Of braue Menaeceus, whoſe deuoted head Sau'd Thebes from ruine. True, if Thebes be ſafe, As neuer fairer were her hopes then now; Th'Argolian forces are diſhearten'd quite, And of their ſeuen proud leaders, which of late Beſet the gates of Thebes, but two are left Onely Adraſtus, and our baniſh'd prince. If we, I ſay, be ſafe, we owe that ſafety To Creons ſonnes, to braue Menaeceus death, And Aemon's liuing valour; one by death Gaue life to thouſands; t'other noble life Deſeru'd an eaſier way to fame then death. But I haue heard newes from the enemies campe, Alls quiet there, and tis ſuppoſ'd they meane To fight no more, but ſecretly diſlodge, And fly away by night.