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 0.91 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Good friends I pray you seek not to revoke My fixed intent of following Antony. I will die. I will die: must not his life, His life and death by mine be followed? meanwhile, dear sisters, live: and while you live, Do often honour to our loved Tombs. Straw them with flowers: and sometimes happily The tender thought of Antony your Lord And me poor soul to tears shall you invite, And our true loves to doleful voice commend. And think you madam, we from you will part? Think you alone to feel deaths ugly dart? Think you to leave us? and that the same sun Shall see at once you dead, and us alive? we'll die with you: and Clotho pitiless Shall us with you in hellish boat embark: Ah live, I pray you: this disastered woe Which racks my heart, alone to me belongs: My lot longs not to you: servants to be No shame, no harm to you, as is to me. Live sisters, live, and seeing his suspect Hath causeless me in sea of sorrows drowned, And that I cannot live, if so I would, Nor yet would leave this life, if so I could, Without his love: procure me, Diomed, That 'gainst poor me he be no more incensed. Wrest out of his conceit that harmful doubt, That since his wrack he hath of me conceived Though wrong conceived: witness you reverent Gods, Barking Anubis, Apis bellowing. Tell him, my soul burning, impatient, Forlorn with love of him, for certain seal Of her true loyalty my corpse hath left, t'increase of dead the number numberless, Go then, and if as yet he me bewail, If yet for me his heart one sigh fourth breath Blessed shall I be: and far with more content Depart this world, where so I me torment. Mean season us let this sad tomb enclose, Attending here till death conclude our woes. I will obey your will. So the desert The Gods repay of thy true faithful heart. And is't not pity, Gods, ah Gods of heaven To see from love such hateful fruits to spring? And is't not pity that this firebrand so Lays waste the trophies of Phillippi fields? Where are those sweet allurements, those sweet looks, Which gods themselves right heart sick would have made What doth that beauty, rarest gift of heaven, Wonder of earth? Alas! what do those eyes? And that sweet voice all Asia understood, And sunburnt Afrique wide in deserts spread? Is their force dead? have they no further power? Can not by them Octavius be surprised? Alas! if Ioue in midst of all his ire, With thunderbolt in hand some land to plague, Had cast his eyes on my Queen, out of hand His Plaguing bolt had fallen out of his hand: Fire of his wrath into vain smoke should turn, And other fire within his breast should burn. Nought lives so fair. Nature by such a work
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Good frends I pray you seeke not to reuoke My fix'd intent of folowing Antony. I will die. I will die: must not his life, His life and death by mine be followed? Meane while, deare sisters, liue: and while you liue, Do often honor to our loued Tombes. Straw them with flowers: and sometimes happely The tender thought of Antony your Lord And me poore soule to teares shall you inuite, And our true loues to dolefull voice commend. And thinke you Madame, we from you will part? Thinke you alone to feele deaths ougly darte? Thinke you to leaue vs? and that the same sunne Shall see at once you dead, and vs aliue? Weele die with you: and Clotho pittilesse Shall vs with you in hellish boate imbarque: Ah liue, I praie you: this disastred woe Which racks my heart, alone to me belongs: My lot longs not to you: seruants to be No shame, no harme to you, as is to me. Liue sisters, liue, and seing his suspect Hath causlesse me in sea of sorrowes drown'd, And that I cannot liue, if so I would, Nor yet would leaue this life, if so I could, Without his loue: procure me, Diomed, That gainst poore me he be no more incensd. Wrest out of his conceit that harmefull doubt, That since his wracke he hath of me conceiu'd Thogh wrong conceiu'd: witnes you reuerent Gods, Barking Anubis, Apis bellowing. Tell him, my soule burning, impatient, Forlorne with loue of him, for certaine seale Ofher true loialtie my corpse hath left, Tencrease of dead the number numberlesse, Go then, and if as yet he me bewaile, If yet for me his heart one sigh fourth breathe Blest shall I be: and far with more content Depart this world, where so I me torment. Meane season vs let this sad tombe enclose, Attending here till death conlude our woes. I will obey your will. So the desert The Gods repay of thy true faithfull heart. And is't not pittie, Gods, ah Gods of heau'n To see from loue such hatefull frutes to spring? And is't not pittie that this firebrand so Laies waste the trophes of Phillippi fieldes? Where are those sweet alluremēts, those sweet lookes, Which gods the ̄ selues right hart sick wuld haue made What doth that beautie, rarest guift of heau'n, Wonder of earth? Alas! what do those eies? And that sweete voice all Asia vnderstoode, And sunburnt Africke wide in deserts spred? Is their force dead? haue they no further power? Can not by them Octauius be suppriz'd? Alas! if Ioue in middst of all his ire, With thunderbolt in hand some land to plague, Had cast his eies on my Queene, out of hand His Plaguing bolte had falne out of his hand: Fire of his wrath into vaine smoke should turne, And other fire within his brest should burne. Nought liues so faire. Nature by such a worke