Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I will attend your highness. Till anon Farewell, good Thyreus: but be near about us. What more than this could all the fates contrive? What more than Caesar's love could I have wished On which all power, all state, and Glories wait. But oh the weak and fluctuating state Of humane frailty still too much depressed Or raised too much twixt fears and flattering hopes! But hence base fear; a Princely confidence Fits Cleopatra's mind and beauty better. My dearest Lord. Ah sweetest Cleopatra, In this embrace, and this ambrosiac kiss I am again possessed of all my wealth, Of all my fortunes. Had the angry God's Purposed to wreak their fury fully on me They had not left my life so sweet a comfort. Possessed of you I stand above the reach Of Fortune's threatening, or proud Caesar's power. Nought but your grief, and melancholy had Power to deject my spirits. Thy true worth Deserves a happier friend, that could bestow Not take alone his happiness from thee. In thy sweet love, and these my faithful friends I still am happy, I have lost no friends. All that are gone from me to Caesar's side, Ingrateful Titius and Domitius. Plancus, Silanus, Dellius and Hipparchus, Were Fortune's friends not mine. Let's in and feast, This day we'll dedicate to mirth and freedom: To crown your welcome hither. Sweetly spoken. Let not a woman teach us soldiers To be magnanimous. Thy? feast we'll style The feast of fellow-dyers: for no band No tie of friendship is so firm as that They live in love that mean to die together. Grave Arius, in thy troubled looks I read Fear for thy native Alexandria; But banish fear, and know thy power with Caesar, If they obey our summons, none shall die. But though to th' utmost they resist, thy will Shall rule our Justice. Humble Arius. Is too much honoured in great Caesar's favour. We give but what we owe, a debt so great As mine to thee can ne'er be overpaid. Great Alexander, whose victorious hand Founded that City, whose eternized name For ever honours it, though in great deeds He passed our glory far, shall not exceed Caesar in piety: he oft would say He ought a better being to his Master Then to father; one mere natural, The other mental, and diviner far. Who's that? Fergusius the Philosopher Condemned to death by you. Dispatch him then. He craves a word with Arius ere he die. What is it brother? Ah good Arius, Wisemen, if truly wise, save wise men still. Most mighty Caesar. Arius, no more, I know what thou desir'st; Fergusius live; That thou know'st him has saved thee. Victory, And fame still wait on Caesar. Let's away And march with speed to Alexandria. Caesar, your horse are weary: 'tis not fit Too much to toil them, for I fear a sally From Alexandria.
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I will attend your highneſſe. Till anone Farewell, good Thyreus: but be neer about us. What more then this could all the fates contrive? What more then Caeſars love could I have wiſh'd On which all power, all ſtate, and Glories wait. But oh the weak and fluctuating ſtate Of humane frailty ſtill too much depreſt Or rais'd too much 'twixt fears and flattring hopes! But hence baſe fear; a Princely confidence Fits Cleopatraes minde and beautie better. My deareſt Lord. Ah ſweeteſt Cleopatra, In this embrace, and this Ambroſiake kiſſe I am again poſſeſt of all my wealth, Of all my fortunes. Had the angry Gods Purpos'd to wreak their fury fully on me They had not left my life ſo ſweet a comfort. Poſſeſt of you I ſtand above the reach Of Fortunes threatning, or proud Caeſar's power. Nought but your grief, and melancholly had Power to deject my ſpirits. Thy true worth Deſerves a happier friend, that could beſtow Not take alone his happineſſe from thee. In thy ſweet love, and theſe my faithfull friends I ſtill am happy, I have loſt no friends. All that are gone from me to Caeſar's ſide, Ingratefull Titius and Domitius. Plancus, Silanus, Dellius and Hipparchus, Were Fortunes friends not mine. Let's in and feaſ ▪ This day we'll dedicate to mirth and freedome: To crown your welcome hither. Sweetly ſpoken. Let not a woman teach us ſouldier To be magnanimous. Thi? feaſt we'll ſtile The feaſt of fellow-dyers: for no band No tie of friendſhip is ſo firme as that They live in love that mean to die together. Grave Arius, in thy troubled looks I read Fear for thy native Alexandria; But baniſh fear, and know thy power with Caeſar, If they obey our ſummons, none ſhall die. But though to th' utmoſt they reſiſt, thy will Shall rule our Juſtice. Humble Arius. Is too much honour'd in great Caeſar's favour. We give but what we owe, a debt ſo great As mine to thee can nere be overpay'd. Great Alexander, whoſe victorious hand Founded that City, whoſe eterniz'd name For ever honours it, though in great deeds He paſt our glory farre, ſhall not exceed Caeſar in piety: he oft would ſay He ought a better being to his Maſter Then to father; one meer naturall, The other mentall, and diviner farre. Who's that? Ferguſiu the Philoſopher Condemn'd to death by you. Diſpatch him then. He craves a word with Arius ere he die. What is it brother? Ah good Arius, Wiſemen, if truly wiſe, ſave wiſe men ſtill. Moſt mighty Caeſar. Arius, no more, I know what thou deſir'ſt; Ferguſius live; That thou know'ſt him has ſav'd thee. Victorie, And fame ſtill wait on Caeſar. Let's away And march with ſpeed to Alexandria. Caeſar, your horſe are weary: 'tis not fit Too much to toil them, for I fear a ſally From Alexandria.