Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
'tis true, I'm sure Caesar was on that side, he favoured it. Yes, Caesar understood himself; there's hope That this young Caesar too will prove as good A Patriot as ere his father was. He will do reason man: he is of nature Cruel enough; in that proscription t did appear; but now he'll reigne alone. Oh for such factions as were then afoot To rend the state, and fill the world with slaughter. Oh, let me hug thee Alcibiades. s that he yonder? wt strange shape is that? None talks with him but Aristocrates, Who following his own way, and suiting just With his conceit thinks to reclaim him so. The news, that I shall bring, will make him worse, And fright that little reason that is left Quite from his breast. It cannot so Canidius; Perchance to hear th'extremity of all Will cure his fit; it cannot make him worse. For death itself were better and more noble. How weak a thing is man that seats his hopes In fortune's slippery, and unconstant favours, And seeks no surer strengths to guard his soul? Wanting a strong foundation, he is shaken With every wind, o'erthrown by every storm. And what so frequent as those storms in fortune? Whose fairest weather never brings assurance Of perpetuity but come what will I'll tell him all. Do, good Canidius. Well Alcibiades, I am resolved I'll to the wars again, and either conquer Mine enemies, or take a course to starve And kill up my own soldiers, and so be Revenged on somebody: One of these two May easily be brought to pass. How think'st thou? Yes, yes: but let's to Court, and there consult. See who comes here, now for our bawdy project. Here is a servant I must needs prefer Well versed in bawdry, Master of the art. Come near brave Mardio, come. My business Is not to you; Mark him but well, and tell me How he would execute the place. My Lord, The Queen entreats your presence at the Palace, The grieved Queen, who in your absence pines, Who suffers in your grief. Well urged old Eunuch. Ha! what of her? will she revolt to Caesar? She's far from that, my Lord. What is't he says? He says the constitution of her body Cannot hold out unless you visit her. The Queen shall know it, Aristocrates. Did you not say she pined and languished Sir, And what's the difference? tell your tale yourself. What does she say? does she not hate me man? Oh no my Lord, she loves you as her life. No spite of fortune that she has endured, Or can hereafter fear, grieves her so much As does your absence and strange melancholy. Well Mardio, thou art fittest for the place. My Lord Antonius? Ha! more men upon us?
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Tis true, I'm ſure Caeſar was on that ſide, he favour'd it. Yes, Caeſar underſtood himſelf; ther's hope That this young Caeſar too will prove as good A Patriot as ere his father was. He will do reaſon man: he is of nature Cruell enough; in that proſcription t did appear; but now he'll reigne alone. Oh for ſuch factions as were then a foot To rend the ſtate, and fill the world with ſlaughter. Oh, let me hug thee Alcibiade. s that he yonder? wt ſtrange ſhape is that? None talks with him but Ariſtocrates, Who following his own way, and ſuiting juſt With his conceit thinks to reclaim him ſo. The news, that I ſhall bring, will make him worſe, And fright that little reaſon that is left Quite from his breſt. It cannot ſo Canidius; Perchance to hear th'extremity of all Will cure his fit; it cannot make him worſe. For death it ſelf were better and more noble. How weak a thing is man that ſeats his hopes In fortunes ſlippery, and unconſtant favours, And ſeeks no ſurer ſtrengths to guard his ſoul? Wanting a ſtrong foundation, he is ſhaken With every winde, orethrown by every ſtorm. And what ſo frequent as thoſe ſtorms in fortune? Whoſe faireſt weather never brings aſſurance Of perpetuity but come what will I'll tell him all. Do, good Canidius. Well Alcibiades, I am reſolv'd I'll to the wars again, and either conquer Mine enemies, or take a courſe to ſtarve And kill up my own ſouldiers, and ſo be Reveng'd on ſome body: One of theſe two May eaſily be brought to paſſe. How think'ſt thou? Yes, yes: but lets to Court, and there conſult. See who comes here, now for our bawdy project▪ Here is a ſervant I muſt needs preferre Well vers'd in bawdry, Maſter of the art. Come neer brave Mardio, come. My buſineſſe Is not to you; Mark him but well, and tell me How he would execute the place. My Lord, The Queen entreats your preſence at the Palace, The grieved Queen, who in your abſence pines, Who ſuffers in your grief. Well urg'd old Eunuch. Ha! what of her? will ſhe revolt to Caeſar? She's farre from that, my Lord. What i'ſt he ſays? He ſays the conſtitution of her body Cannot hold out unleſſe you viſit her. The Queen ſhall know it, Ariſtocrates. Did you not ſay ſhe pin'd and languiſh'd Sir, And what's the difference? tell your tale yourſelf. What does ſhe ſay? does ſhe not hate me man? Oh no my Lord, ſhe loves you as her life. No ſpite of fortune that ſhe has endur'd, Or can hereafter fear, grieves her ſo much As does your abſence and ſtrange melancholy. Well Mardio, thou art fitteſt for the place. My Lord Antonius? Ha! mo men upon us?