Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Hands on that Thyreus there, to prison with him. To prison! Yes; away with him I say. Caesar would not have used your messenger So ill. Thou wert no Messenger to me. For my sake dearest Lord. Oh for your sake? I cry you mercy Lady, bear him hence. I had forgot that Thyreus was your servant. But what strange act should he perform for you? Is it to help you to a happier friend? Can you suspect it? was my truest love So ill bestowed? Can he, for whose dear sake A Queen so highly born as I preferred Love before fame, and fondly did neglect All names of honour when false Fulvia, And proud Octavia had the name of wives, Requite me thus? ungrateful Anthony; For now the fury of a wronged love Justly provokes my speech. Oh Cleopatra, It is not Thyreus but this heart of mine That suffers now, deep wounded with the thought Of thy unconstancy: did Fortune leave One only comfort to my wretched state And that a false one? for what conference Couldst thou so oft, and in such privacy With Caesar's servant hold, if true to me? Which with the rack I could enforce from him. But that I scorn to do. You do not scorn To wrong with base unworthy jealousies A faithful heart: but if you think me false here sheath your sword: make me the subject rather Of manly rage then childish jealousy. It is a nobler crime, and fitter far For you to act, easier for me to suffer. For live suspected I nor can nor will. The lovely Asp, which I with care have kept And was intended a preservative 'Gainst Caesar's cruelty, I now must use Against Antonius baseness a worse foe Than Caesar is: farewell, till death approve That I was true, and you unjust in love. Stay Cleopatra, dearest Love, forgive me Let not so small a wind have power to shake A love so grown as ours: I did not think That thou wert false: my heart gave no consent To what my tongue so rashly uttered. Nor could I have outlived so sad a thought. Let Thyreus be released, and sent to Caesar. Now is the time to sally forth, my Lord, The foe is tired with marching, and your horse Are ready all, and wait the signal only. The least delay loses the action. I come Canidius; dearest Love farewell. Few hours will tell thee what Antonius is. How timorous is guilt? how are my thoughts Distracted sadly now? on every side My dangers grow: for should Antonius Return in safety home, and know what passed 'Twixt me and Thyreus, I have lost his heart, And cannot choose but fear him: if he die I am not confident of Caesar's love. 'Twas but a servant's tongue I built upon. 'Tis best to make all sure: within there, Eira.
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Hands on that Thyreus there, to priſon with him. To priſon! Yes; away with him I ſay. Caeſar would not have us'd your meſſenger So ill. Thou wert no Meſſenger to me. For my ſake deareſt Lord. Oh for your ſake? I cry you mercy Lady, bear him hence. I had forgot that Thyreus was your ſervant. But what ſtrange act ſhould he perform for you? Is it to help you to a happier friend? Can you ſuſpect it? was my trueſt love So ill beſtow'd? Can he, for whoſe dear ſake A Queen ſo highly born as I preferr'd Love before fame, and fondly did neglect All names of honour when falſe Fulvia, And proud Octavia had the name of wives, Requite me thus? ungratefull Anthony; For now the fury of a wronged love Juſtly provokes my ſpeech. Oh Cleopatra, It is not Thyreus but this heart of mine That ſuffers now, deep wounded with the thought Of thy unconſtancie: did Fortune leave One only comfort to my wretched ſtate And that a falſe one? for what conference Couldſt thou ſo oft, and in ſuch privacie With Caeſar's ſervant hold, if true to me? Which with the rack I could enforce from him. But that I ſcorn to do. You do not ſcorn To wrong with baſe unworthy jealouſies A faithfull heart: but if you think me falſe Heer ſheath your ſword: make me the ſubject rather Of manly rage then childiſh jealouſie. It is a nobler crime, and fitter farre For you to act, eaſier for me to ſuffer. For live ſuſpected I nor can nor will. The lovely Aſpe, which I with care have kept▪ And was intended a preſervative 'Gainſt Caeſar's crueltie, I now muſt uſe Againſt Antonius baſeneſſe a worſe fo Then Caeſur is: farewell, till death approve That I was true, and you unjuſt in love. Stay Cleopatra, deareſt Love, forgive me Let not ſo ſmall a winde have power to ſhake A love ſo grown as ours: I did not think That thou wert falſe: my heart gave no conſent To what my tongue ſo raſhly uttered. Nor could I have out-liv'd ſo ſad a thought. Let Thyreus be releaſt, and ſent to Caeſar. Now is the time to ſally forth, my Lord, The fo is tir'd with marching, and your horſe Are readie all, and wait the ſignall only. The leaſt delay loſes the action. I come Canidius; deareſt Love farewell. Few houres will tell thee what Antonius is. How timorous is guilt? how are my thoughts Diſtracted ſadly now? on every ſide My dangers grow: for ſhould Antonius Return in ſafety home, and know what paſt 'Twixt me and Thyreus, I have loſt his heart, And cannot chooſe but fear him: if he die I am not confident of Caeſar's love. 'Twas but a ſervants tongue I built upon. 'Tis beſt to make all ſure: within there, Eia.