Herbert, Mary Sidney / Garnier, RobertSidney Herbert, Mary · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) tragedy T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.86 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
SInce cruel Heavens against me obstinate, Since all mishaps of the round engine do Conspire my harm: since men, since powers divine Air, earth, and Sea are all injurious: And that my Queen herself, in whom I lived, The Idol of my heart, doth me pursue; It's meet I die. For her have I foregone My Country, Caesar unto war provoked (For just revenge of Sisters wrong my wife, Who moved my Queen (ay me!) to jealousy) For love of her, in her allurements caught Abandoned life, I honour have despised, Disdained my friends, and of the stately Rome Despoiled the Empire of her best attire, Contemned that power that made me so much feared, A slave become unto her feeble face. O cruel, traitress, woman most unkind, Thou dost, forsworn, my love and life betray: And giv'st me up to rageful enemy, Which soon (o fool!) will plague thy perjury. Yielded Pelusium on this country's shore, Yielded thou hast my Ships and men of war, That nought remains (so destitute am I) But these same arms which on my back I wear. Thou shouldst have had them too, and me unarmed Yielded to Caesar naked of defence. Which while I bear let Caesar never think Triumph of me shall his proud chariot grace Not think with me his glory to adorn, On me alive to use his victory. Thou only Cleopatra triumph haste, Thou only hast my freedom servile made, Thou only hast me vanquished: not by force (For forced I cannot be) but by sweet baits Of thy eyes graces, which did gain so fast upon my liberty, that nought remained. None else henceforth, but thou my dearest Queen, Shall glory in commanding Antonie. Have Caesar fortune and the Gods his friends, To him have Ioue and fatal sisters given The Sceptre of the earth: he never shall Subject my life to his obedience. But when that death, my glad refuge, shall have Bounded the course of my unsteadfast life, And frozen corpse under a marble cold Within tombs bosom widow of my soul: Then at his will let him it subject make: Then what he will let Caesar do with me: Make me limb after limb be rent: make me My burial take in sides of Thracian wilt. Poor Antonie! alas what was the day, The days of loss that gained thee thy love! Wretch Antonie! since Maegaera pale With Snaky hairs enchained thy misery. The fire thee burnt was never Cupid's fire (For Cupid bears not such a mortal brand) It was some furies torch, Orestes torch, Which sometimes burned his mother-murdering soul (When wandering mad, rage boiling in his blood, He fled his fault which followed as he fled) kindled within his bones by shadow pale Of mother slain returned from Stygian lake. Antony, poor Antony! since that day Thy old good hap did far from thee retire. Thy virtue dead: thy glory made alive So oft by martial deeds is gone in smoke: Since then the bay so well thy forehead knew To Venus' myrtles yielded have their place:
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SInce cruell Heau'ns against me obstinate, Since all mishappes of the round engin doo Conspire my harme: since mē, since powers diuine Aire, earth, and Sea are all iniurious: And that my Queene her selfe, in whome I liu'd, The Idoll of my harte, doth me pursue; It's meete I dye. For her haue I forgone My Country, Caesar vnto warre prouok'd (For iust reuenge of Sisters wrong my wife, Who mou'de my Queene (ay me!) to iealousie) For loue of her, in her allurements caught Abandon'd life, I honor haue despisde, Disdain'd my freends, and of the statelye Rome Despoilde the Empire of her best attire, Contemn'd that power that made me so much fear'd, Aslaue become vnto her feeble face. O cruell, traitres, woman most vnkinde, Thou dost, forsworne, my loue and life betraie: And giu'st me vp to ragefull enemie, Which soone (ô foole!) will plague thy periurye. Yeelded Pelusium on this countries shore, Yeelded thou hast my Shippes and men of warre, That nought remaines (so destitute am I) But these same armes which on my back I weare. Thou should'st haue had them too, and me vnarm'de Yeelded to Caesar naked of defence. Which while I beare let Caesar neuer thinke Triumph of me shall his proud chariot grace Not thinke with me his glory to adorne, On me aliue to vse his victorie. Thou only Cleopatra triumph hast, Thou only hast my fredome seruile made, Thou only hast me vanquisht: not by force (For forste I cannot be) but by sweete baites Of thy eyes graces, which did gaine so fast vpon my libertie, that nought remain'd. None els henceforth, but thou my dearest Queene, Shall glorie in commaunding Antonie. Haue Caesar fortune and the Gods his freends, To him haue Ioue and fatall sisters giuen The Scepter of the earth: he neuer shall Subiect my life to his obedience. But when that death, my glad refuge, shall haue Bounded the course of my vnstedfast life, And frosen corps vnder a marble colde Within tombes bosome widdowe of my soule: Then at his will let him it subiect make: Then what he will let Caesar doo with me: Make me limme after limme be rent: make me My buriall take in sides of Thracian wolte. Poore Antonie! alas what was the day, The daies of losse that gained thee thy loue! Wretch Antonie! since Maegaera pale With Snakie haires enchain'd thy miserie. The fire thee burnt was neuer Cupids fire (For Cupid beares not such a mortall brand) It was some furies torch, Orestes torche, Which somtimes burnt his mother-murdering soule (When wandring madde, rage boiling in his bloud, He sled his fault which folow'd as he fled) kindled within his bones by shadow pale Of mother slaine return'd from Stygian lake. Antony, poore Antony! since that daie Thy olde good hap did farre from thee retire. Thy vertue dead: thy glory made aliue So ofte by martiall deeds is gone in smoke: Since then the Baies so well thy forehead knewe To Venus mirtles yeelded haue their place: