Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
They dare not man. Antonius is strong in well-provided And skilful horsemen; and despair of favour (Since twice you have refused his propositions) Will put another valour into him. What conquest can Antonius hope for here? His hopes (as near as I conjecture them) Are to break through your troops, and get to Sea. For yet he has a Fleet, that may transport him To other lands, to gather new supplies. But any fortune would prove higher far To him, then staying here, without all hope To be shut up in a besieged town. In my opinion let your march be slow And gentle; that the horse may be refreshed. And we prevent the worst. Let it be so. How formless is the form of man the soul, How various still how different from itself? How falsely called Queen of this little world? When she's a slave, and subject not alone Unto the Body's temperature, but all The storms of Fortune. What occasion Make thee thus offer at Philosophy? Where hast thou lived thou shouldst not know th' occasion? The fits and changes of Antonius Are theme enough: how strange a loving soul Is the late hater of mankind become! That is not strange, he's out of breath with cursing And now 'tis time to stop his mouth with kissing. But what can he conceive of this same Thyreus That holds such secret conference with her? He cannot choose but see it. Unless love Have blinded him, she carries it so plainly. Well, I shall think if there be knavery in't, (As knavery there must be) that Cleopatra Is not so subtle as we took her for. He must be told it, if he will not see Upon my life there is some plot of treason Which yet may be discovered. here they come Let us go fetch Antonius if we can. Pelusium shall be rendered up to Caesar By our command to our Lieutenant there Seleucus, whose obedience we not doubt. Noblest of Queens, you make Imperial Caesar As much a debtor to your courtesy As he's already captive to your beauty. Nor do we wrong Antonius at all In giving up a town which is our own. It may be thought 'tis done to weaken him; Alas, Antonius is already fallen So low, that nothing can redeem him now Nor make him able to contest with Caesar. He has not only lost his Army's strength But lost the strength of his own soul, and is not That Antony he was when first I knew him. I can do Caesar now no greater service. Though I shall never want a heart to do it. But we shall quickly see th' event of things; Antonius now is desperate, and puts His hopes upon the fortune of one sally, Which will be suddenly performed, before That thou canst bear a message back to Caesar.
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They dare not man. Antonius is ſtrong in well-provided And skilfull horſemen; and deſpair of favor (Since twice you have refus'd his propoſitions) Will put another valour into him. What conqueſt can Antonius hope for here? His hopes (as nere as I conjecture them) Are to break through your troops, and get to Sea. For yet he has a Flet, that may tranſport him To other lands, to gather new ſupplyes. But any fortune would prove higher farre To him, then ſtaying here, without all hope To be ſhut up in a beſieged town. In my opinion let your march be ▪ And gentle; that the horſe may be refreſh'd. And we prevent the worſt. Let it be ſo. How formleſſe is the forme of man the ſoul, How various ſtill how different from it ſelf? How falſly call'd Queen of this little world? When ſhe's a ſlave, and ſubject not alone Unto the bodies temperature, but all The ſtorms of Fortune. What occaſion Make thee thus offer at Philoſophy? Where haſt thou liv'd thou ſhouldſt not know th' occaſion? The fits and changes of Antonius Are theam enough: how ſtrange a loving ſoule Is the late hater of mankinde become! That is not ſtrange, he's out of breath with curſing And now 'tis time to ſtop his mouth with kiſſing. But what can he conceive of this ſame Thyreus That holds ſuch ſecret conference with her? He cannot chooſe but ſee it. Unleſſe love Have blinded him, ſhe carries it ſo plainly. Well, I ſhall think if there be knavery in't, (As knavery there muſt be) that Cleopatra Is not ſo ſubtle as we took her for. He muſt be told it, if he will not ſee Upon my life there is ſome plot of treaſon Which yet may be diſcover'd. Heer they come Let us go fetch Antonius if we can. Peluſium ſhall be rendred up to Caeſar By our command to our Lievtenant there Seleucus, whoſe obedience we not doubt. Nobleſt of Queens, you make Imperiall Caeſar As much a debtor to your courteſie As he's already captive to your beauty. Nor do we wrong Antonius at all In giving up a town which is our own▪ It may be thought tis done to weaken him▪ Alas, Antonius is already fall'n So low, that nothing can redeem him now Nor make him able to conteſt with Caeſar. He has not only loſt his armies ſtrength But loſt the ſtrength of his own ſoul, and is not That Antony he was when firſt I knew him. I can do Caeſar now no greater ſervice. Though I ſhall never want a hear to do it. But we ſhall quickly ſee th' event of things; Antonius now is deſperate, and puts His hopes upon the fortune of one ſally, Which will be ſuddenly perform'd, before That thou canſt bear a meſſage back to Caeſar.