Herbert, Mary Sidney / Garnier, RobertSidney Herbert, Mary · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo · 535 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
You everliving Gods which all things hold Within the power of your celestial hands, By whom heat, cold, the thunder, and the wind, The properties of enter changing months Their course and being have; which do set down Of Empires by your destinied decree The force, age, time, and subject to no change Change all, reserving nothing in one state: You have advanced, as high as thundering heaven The Romans greatness by Bellona's might: Mastering the world with fearful violence, Making the world widow of liberty. Yet at this day this proud exalted Rome Despoiled, captived, at one man's will doth bend: Her Empire mine, her life is in my hand, As Monarch I both world and Rome command; Do all, can all; forth my commandment cast Like thundering fire from one to other Pole Equal to Ioue: bestowing by my word Haps and mishaps, as Fortune's King and Lord. No town there is, but up my Image sets, But sacrifice to me doth daily make: Whither where Phoebus join his mourning steeds, Or where the night them weary entertains, Or where the heat the Garamants doth scorch, Or where the cold from Boreas breast is blown: All Caesar do both awe and honour bear, And crowned Kings his very name doth fear. Antony knows it well, for whom not one Of all the Princes all this earth do rule, Arms against me: for all redoubt the power which heavenly powers on earth have made me bear. Antony, he poor man with fire inflamed A woman's beauties kindled in his heart. Rose against me, who longer could not bear My sisters wrong he did so ill entreat: Sing her left while that his lewd delights Her husband with his Cleopatra took In Alexandria, where both nights and days Their time they passed in nought but loves and plays All Asia's forces into one he drew, And forth he set upon the azured waves A thousand and a thousand Ships, which filled With Soldiers, pikes, with targets, arrows, darts, Made Neptune quake, and all the watery troops Of Glauques, and Tritons lodged at Actium, But mighty Gods, who still the force withstand Of him, who causeless doth another wrong, In less than moment's space reduced to nought All that proud power by Sea or land he brought. Presumptuous pride of heigh and haughty sprite, Voluptuous care of fond and foolish love, Have justly wrought his wrack: who thought he held (By overweening) Fortune in his hand. Of us he made no count, but as to play, So fearless came our forces to assay. So sometimes fell to Sons of mother earth, Which crawled to heaven war on the God to make, Olymp on Pelion, Ossa on Olymp, Pindus on Ossa loading by degrees: That at hand strokes with mighty clubs the might On mossy rocks the Gods make tumble down: When mighty Ioue with burning anger chafed, disbrained with him Gyges and Briareus, Blunting his darts upon their bruised bones. For no one thing the Gods can less abide In deeds of men, than Arrogance and pride. And still the proud, which too much takes in hand, Shall foulest fall, where best he thinks to stand.
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You euer-liuing Gods which all things holde Within the power of your celestiall hands, By whome heate, colde, the thunder, and the wind, The properties of enter chaunging mon'ths Their course and being haue; which do set downe Of Empires by your destinied decree The force, age, time, and subiect to no chaunge Chaunge all, reseruing nothing in one state: You haue aduaunst, as high as thundring heau'n The Romaines greatnes by Bellonas might: Maistring the world with fearefull violence, Making the world widdow of libertie. Yet at this day this proud exalted Rome Despoil'd, captiu'd, at one mans will doth bend: Her Empire mine, her life is in my hand, As Monarch I both world and Rome commaund; Do all, can all; foorth my command'ment cast Like thundring fire from one to other Pole Equall to Ioue: bestowing by my word Happs and mishappes, as Fortunes King and Lord. No towne there is, but vp my Image settes, But sacrifice to me doth dayly make: Whither where Phaebus ioyne his mourning steedes, Or where the night them weary entertaines, Or where the heat the Garamants doth scorch, Or where the colde from Boreas breast is blowne: All Caesar do both awe and honor beare, And crowned Kings his verie name doth feare. Antony knowes it well, for whome not one Of all the Princes all this earth do rule, Armes against me: for all redoubt the power which heau'nly powers on earth haue made me beare. Antony, he poore man with fire inflam'de A womans beauties kindled in his heart. Rose against me, who longer could not beare My sisters wrong he did so ill intreat: Seing her left while that his leud delights Her husband with his Cleopatre tooke In Alexandria, where both nights and daies Their time they pass'd in nought but loues and plaies All Asias forces into one he drewe, And forth he set vpon the azur'd waues A thousand and a thousand Shipps, which fill'd With Souldiors, pikes, with targets, arrowes, darts, Made Neptune quake, and all the watry troupes Of Glanques, and Tritons lodg'd at Actium, But mightie Gods, who still the force withstand Of him, who causles doth another wrong, In lesse then moments space redus'd to nought All that proud power by Sea or land he brought. Presumptuous pride of heigh and hawtie sprite, Voluptuous care of fond and foolish loue, Haue iustly wrought his wrack: who thought he helde (By ouerweening) Fortune in his hand. Of vs he made no count, but as to play, So feareles came our forces to assay. So sometimes fell to Sonnes of mother earth, Which crawl'd to heau'n warre on the God to make, Olymp on Pelion, Ossa on Olymp, Pindus on Ossa loading by degrees: That at hand strokes with mightie clubbes the might On mossie rocks the Gods make tumble downe: When mightie Ioue with burning anger chaf'd, Disbraind with him Gyges and Briareus, Blunting his darts vpon their brused bones. For no one thing the Gods can lesse abide In deedes of men, then Arrogance and pride. And still the proud, which too much takes in hand, Shall fowlest fall, where best he thinkes to stand.