Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
There was no cause, Marcus, for such a thought. For our Antonius in the heat of all His active life knew how to revel well. Let this soft Music cease, and louder sound. This second course is mine. Call in Lucilius. Fair Cleopatra, for addition To what thou hold'st, the world-commanding Rome Presents these Crowns, and by my hand invests Thee, Cleopatra Queen of wealthy Cyprus, Of Coelosyria, and Phoenicia. Blush not, my Love, nor let Rome's bounty force Thy modesty▪ these Crowns from thy fair brow Receive more lustre than they can bestow. I think he need not greatly fear her blushing. No Marcus no; alas these petty Kingdoms (Though too too great to be so ill bestowed) Are not the scope of her ambitious aims! My Lord, I dare not make excuse, or plead Unworthiness, where once Antonius' wisdom Has made election to confer his favours. Admire not, friends; the Godlike power of Rome Is more declared by what it gives away Then what it holds. But these are still our own And Cleopatra Rome's deserving friend. I cannot choose but think how fit a state For Cleopatra Cyprus Kingdom is; And shall believe that it was ominous That noble Julius Caesar after all Those four rich triumphs which he held at Rome When he resolved with like magnificence To build a Temple to the Goddess Venus, From whom his house derive their pedigree Within his stately Temple, to express The Image of that Goddess, he set up Fair Cleopatra's figure in the place Supposing her to be the Queen of Love. You know my Lord Antonius, this is true, And Cyprus ever was fair Venus I'll. 'Twas well observed noble Canidius. Fill me some wine. Health to the Cyprian Queen. Drink it to me Canidius; and I thank thee. Let it go round, my friends. I ever thought myself much bound to brave Canidius Since I was happy in his company. How fit it is, no other Cyprian Queen, But Cleopatra shall the Poets know, Whose fancies now shall raise that Kingdom higher. More amorous now will Paphos mountains show, And all those flowery Meads, the Fields of love, o'er which no winds but Western ever blow. The air itself will yield a sweeter breath While Cleopatra reigns the Cyprian Queen. How amorous in his language he is grown. The times, I fear Minutius, will require A rougher language shortly. We shall hear as soon as any news can come from Rome. But long ago was I enforced to know That Cleopatra was the Queen of love, When first I met thee in Cilicia, And down the silver stream of Cydnus, thou In Venus' shape cam'st sailing, while the air Was ravished with thy Music, and the winds In amorous gales did kiss thy silken sails. Thy maids in graces' habits did attend, And boys, like Cupids, painted quivers bore, While thousand Cupids in those starry eyes Stood ready drawn to wound the stoutest hearts.
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There was no cauſe, Marcus, for ſuch a thought. For our Antonius in the heat of all His active life knew how to revell well. Let this ſoft Muſique ceaſe, and louder ſound. This ſecond courſe is mine. Call in Lucilius. Fair Cleopatra, for addition To what thou hold'ſt, the world-commanding Rome Preſents theſe Crowns, and by my hand inveſts Thee, Cleopatra Queen of wealthy Cyprus, Of Coeloſyria, and Phoenicia. Bluſh no, my Love, nor let Romes bounty force Thy modeſty▪ theſe Crowns from thy fair brow Receive more luſtre then they can beſtow. I think he need not greatly fear her bluſhing. No Marcus no; alas theſe petty Kingdomes (Though too too great to be ſo ill beſtow'd) Are not the ſcope of her ambitious aymes! My Lord, I dare not make excuſe, or plead Unworthineſſe, where once Antonius wiſdome Has made election to conferre his favours. Admire not, friends; the God-like power of Rome Is more declar'd by what it gives away Then what it holds. But theſe are ſtill our owne And Cleopatra Romes deſerving friend. I cannot chooſe but think how fit a ſtate For Cleopatra Cyprus Kingdome is; And ſhall believe that it was ominous That noble Julius Caeſar after all Thoſe foure rich triumphs which he held at Rome When he reſolv'd with like magnificence To build a Temple to the Goddeſſe Venus, From whom his houſe derive their pedigree Within his ſtately Temple, to expreſſe The Image of that Goddeſſe, he ſet up Fair Cleopatraes figure in the place Suppoſing her to be the Queen of Love. You know my Lord Antonius, this is true, And Cyprus ever was fair Venus Ile. 'Twas well obſerv'd noble Canidius. Fill me ſome wine. Health to the Cyprian Queen. Drink it to me Canidius; and I thank thee. Let it go round, my ftiends. I ever thought My ſelf much bound to brave Canidius Since I was happy in his company. How fit it is, no other Cyprian Queen, But Cleopatra ſhall the Poëts know, Whoſe fancies now ſhall raiſe that Kingdome higher. More amorous now will Paphos mountains ſhow, And all thoſe flowery Meads▪ the Fields of love, Ore which no windes but Weſtern ever blow. The aire it ſelf will yield a ſweeter breath While Cleopatra reignes the Cyprian Queen. How amorous in his language he is grown. The times, I fear Minutius, will require A rougher language ſhortly. We ſhall heare Aſſoon as any news can come from Rome. But long ago was I enforc'd to know That Cleopatra was the Queen of love, When firſt I met thee in Cilicia, And down the ſilver ſtream of Cydnus, thou In Venus ſhape cam'ſt ſayling, while the aire Was raviſh'd with thy Muſick, and the windes In amorous gales did kiſſe thy ſilken ſayls. Thy maids in Graces habits did attend, And boys, like Cupids, painted quivers bore, While thouſand Cupids in thoſe ſtarry eyes Stood ready drawn to wound the ſtouteſt hearts.