Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I come to bring thee heavy news Antonius. The forces all, which thou didst leave encamped At Actium, horse and foot are gone to Caesar. And all th' auxiliary Kings; no strength At all is left thee, but what here thou hast At Alexandria. Ha! This sinks into him. It makes a deep impression in his passion. And may perchance expel his other fit. All you here yet! then I have friends I see. But tell me, can you be so merciful As to forgive that most unmanly fit I have been in? oh, I am all in blushes. My Lord, take better comfort. Dearest friends. I will be proof 'gainst any fortune now. Come let's together to the Court, and there Drown sadness in rich cups of Meroë wine, And laugh at Fortune's malice, for your sight More cheers my spirits, than her frowns can dull them. MAdam, all drugs with pain and torment kill That kill with speed. No easy way to death Is wrought but by a slow and lingering course, Where Nature's strength is by degrees subdued, And yielding so decays insensibly. No art at all can make a drug that's quick And gentle too. No poison but the Asp Of all the mortal brood of Libya's Snakes Kills with a sudden, and yet easy death As if brought forth to contradict our skill By envious Nature, who disdains frail man Should hope to find her secrets wholly out. None but that Serpent, Madam, can effect What you desire; of which I here have brought. Leave it good Glaucus; leave the potion too. 'tis quick, thou sayst. Yes Madam; but too painful And violent. Well leave them both with me. Let none adventure on prosperity But with a spirit still prepared to die. Let them keep certain death still in their power That dare be great and happy, nought but that Frees states when they are fallen. Well did wise And liberal Nature on mankind bestow A gift so sovereign as power to die, An Antidote 'gainst Fortune's cruelty, That is the dear preservative, that must Control the spite of Fortune, and redeem A woeful life from loathed servitude. One venom's gentle; other rough and cruel. But 'tis not safe to trust mine honour so, On doubtful props: the poisons both may fail, Or differ far from what vain fame reports Their operation. 'tis experience That must confirm me. Mardio is returned. Here are two men, Madam, condemned for murder To cruel death, and are to die tomorrow. Come nearer both, and tell me, dare you die? Great Queen, necessities strict law imposes That doom upon us; in forced actions Courage can have no trial. Dare you die A less dishonourable way, to scape The common hangman's hand, and from a Queen Receive your death, and that an easier death? Most willingly, great Queen; we are prepared.
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I come to bring thee heavy news Antonius. The forces all, which thou didſt leave encamp'd At Actium, horſe and foot are gone to Caeſar. And all th' auxiliary Kings; no ſtrength At all is left thee, but what here thou haſt At Alexandria. Ha! This ſinks into him. It makes a deep impreſſion in his paſſion. And may perchance expell his other fit. All you here yet! then I have friends I ſee. But tell me, can you be ſo mercifull As to forgive that moſt unmanly fit I have been in? oh, I am all in bluſhes. My Lord, take better comfort. Deareſt friends. I will be proof 'gainſt any fortune now. Come let's together to the Court, and there Drown ſadneſſe in rich cups of Meroë wine, And laugh at Fortunes malice, for your ſight More cheers my ſpirits, then her frowns can dull them. MAdam, all drugs with pain and torment kill That kill with ſpeed. No eaſie way to death Is wrought but by a ſlow and lingring courſe, Where Natures ſtrength is by degrees ſubdu'd, And yielding ſo decayes inſenſibly. No art at all can make a drug that's quick And gentle too. No poyſon but the Aſpe Of all the mortall brood of Libyaes Snakes Kils with a ſuddain, and yet eaſie death As if brought forth to contradict our skill By envious Nature, who diſdains frail man Should hope to finde her ſecrets wholly out. None but that Serpent, Madam, can effect What you deſire; of which I here have brought. Leave it good Glaucus; leave the potion too. Tis quick, thou ſayſt. Yes Madam; but too painfull And violent. Well leave them both with me. Let none adventure on proſperity But with a ſpirit ſtill prepar'd to die. Let them keep certain death ſtill in their power That dare be great and happy, nought but that Frees ſtates when they are fall'n. Well did wiſe And liberall Nature on mankinde beſtow A gift ſo ſoveraigne as power to die, An Antidote 'gainſt Fortunes cruelty, That is the deere preſervative, that muſt Controll the ſpite of Fortune, and redeem A wofull life from lothed ſervitude. One venome's gentle; tother rough and cruell. But tis not ſafe to truſt mine honour ſo, On doubtfull props: the poyſons both may fail▪ Or differ farre from what vain fame reports Their operation. Tis experience That muſt confirme me. Mardio is return'd. Here are two men, Madam, condemn'd for murder To cruell death, and are to die to morrow. Come neerer both, and tell me, dare you die? Great Queen, neceſſities ſtrict law impoſes That doom upon us; in forc'd actions Courage can have no triall. Dare you die A leſſe diſhonorable way, to ſcape The common hangman's hand, and from a Queen Receive your death, and that an eaſier death? Moſt willingly, great Queen; we are prepar'd.