Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla typicality 0.86 · 447 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Sir I'll follow you at heeles; The Feasts solemnity Shall want till your return. cousin I charge you Budge not from Athens; We shall be returning Ere you can end this Feast; of which I pray you Make no abatement; once more farewell all. Thus dost thou still make good the tongue o'th' world. And earnst a Deity equal with Mars, If not above him, for Thou being but mortal makest affections bend To Godlike honours; they themselves some say Groan under such a Mastery. As we are men Thus should we do, being sensually subdued We lose our humane title; good cheer Ladies. Now turn we towards your Comforts. Dear Palamon, dearer in love then Blood And our prime Cosen, yet unhardened in The Crimes of nature; Let us leave the City Thebes, and the tempt in't, before we further Sully our gloss of youth, And here to keep in abstinence we shame As in Incontinence; for not to swim I'th' aid o'th' Current, were almost to sink, At least to frustrate striving, and to follow The common Stream, 'twould bring us to an Edy Where we should turn or drown; if labour through, Our gain but life, and weakness. Your advice Is cried up with example: what strange ruins Since first we went to School, may we perceive Walking in Thebes? Scars, and bare weeds The gain o'th' Martialist, who did propound To his bold ends, honour, and golden Ingots, Which though he won, he had not, and now flirted By peace for whom he fought, who then shall offer To Marsis so scorned Altar? I do bleed When such I meet, and wish great Iuno would Resume her ancient fit of jelouzie To get the Soldier work, that peace might purge For her repletion, and retain anew Her charitable heart now hard, and harsher Then strife, or war could be. Are you not out? Meet you no ruin, but the Soldier in The Cranckes, and turns of Thebes? you did begin As if you met decays of many kinds: Perceive you none, that do arowse your pity But th'un considered Soldier? Yes, I pity decays where ere I find them, but such most That sweating in an honourable Toil Are paid with ice to coole'em. 'tis not this I did begin to speak of: This is virtue Of no respect in Thebes I spoke of Thebes How dangerous if we will keep our Honours, It is for our residing, where every evil Hath a good colour; where every seeming good's A certain evil, where not to be even jump As they are, here were to be strangers, and Such things to be mere Monsters.
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Sir Ile follow you at eeles; The Feasts solempnity Shall want till your returne. Coen I charge you Boudge not from Athens; We shall be returning Ere you can end this Feast; of which I pray you Make no abatement; once more farewell all. Thus do'st thou still make good the tongue o'th world. And earnst a Deity equal with Mars, If not above him, for Thou being but mortall mak affections bend To Godlike honours; they themselves some say Grone under such a Mastry. As we are men Thus should we doe, being sensually subdude We loose our humane tytle; good cheere Ladies. Now turne we towards your Comforts. Deere Palamon, in love then Blood And our prime Cosen, yet unhardned in The Crimes of nature; Let us leave the Citty Thebs, and the temptings in't, before we further Sully our glosse of youth, And here to keepe in abstinence we shame As in Incontinence; for not to swim I'th aide o'th Current, were almost to sincke, At least to frustrate striving, and to follow The common Streame, twold bring us to an Edy Where we should turne or drowne; if labour through, Our gaine but life, and weakenes. Your advice Is cride up with example: what strange ruins Since first we went to Schoole, may we perceive Walking in Thebs? Skars, and bar weedes The gaine o'th Martialist, who did propound To his bold ends, honour, and golden Ingots, Which though he won, he had not, and now flurted By peace for whom he fought, who then shall offer To Marsis so scornd Altar? I doe bleede When such I meete, and wish great would Resume her ancient fit of Ielouzie To get the Soldier worke, that peace might purge For her repletion, and retaine anew Her chaitable heart now hard, and harshe Then strife, or war could be. Are you not out? Meete you no ruine, but the Soldierin The Cranckes, and turnes of Thebs' you did begin As if you met decaies of many kindes: Perceive you none, that doe arowse your pitty But th'un considerd Soldier? Yes, I pitty Decaies where ere I finde them, but such most That sweating in an honourable Toyle Are paide with yce to coole'em. Tis not this I did begin to speake of: This is vertue Of no respect in Thebs I spake of Thebs' How dangerous if we will keepe our Honours, It is for our rsyding, where evry evill Hath a good cullor; where eve'ry seeming good's A certaine evill, where not to be ev Iumpe As they are, here were to be strangers, and Such things to be meete Monsters.