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 0.74 · 542 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Right as some Palace, or some stately tower, Which overlooks the neighbour buildings round In scorning wise, and to the stars up grows, Which in short time his own weight overthrows. What monstrous pride, nay what impiety Incensed him onward to the God's disgrace? When his two children, Cleopatra's brats, To Phoebe and her brother he compared, Latona's race, causing them to be called The Sun and Moon? Is not this folly right And is not this the Gods to make his foes? And is not this himself to work his woes? In like proud sort he caused his head to lose The jewish king Antigonus, to have His Realm for balm, that Cleopatra loved, As though on him he had some treason proved. Lidia to her, and Siria he gave, Cyprus of gold, Arabia rich of smells: And to his children more Cilicia, Parths, Medes, Armenia, Phoenicia: The kings of kings proclaiming them to be, By his own word, as by a sound decree. What? Robbing his own country of her due Triumphed he not in Alexandriae, Of Artabasus the Armenian King, Who yielded on his perjured word to him? Nay, never Rome more injuries received, Since thou, o Romulus, by flight of birds With happy hand the Roman walls didst build, Than Antony's fond loves to it hath done. Nor ever war more holy, nor more just, Nor undertaken with more hard constraint, Then is this war: which were it not, our state Within small time all dignity should lose: Though I lament (thou Sun my witness art, And thou great Ioue) that it so deadly proves: That Roman blood should in such plenty flow, Watering the fields and pastures where we go. What Carthage in old hatred obstinate, What Gaul still barking at our rising state, What rebel Samnite, what fierce Pyrrhus' power, What cruel Mithridate, what Parth hath wrought Such woe to Rome? whose common wealth he had, (Had he been victor) into Egypt brought. Surely the Gods, which have this city built Steadfast to stand as long as time endures, Which keep the Capitol, of us take care, And care will take of those shall after come, Have made you victor, that you might redress Their honour grown by passed mischiefs less. The seely man when all the Greekish Sea His fleet had hid, in hope me sure to drown, Me battle gave: where fortune in my stead, Repulsing him his forces disarrayed. Himself took flight, soon as his love he saw All wan through fear with full sails fly away. His men, though lost, whom none did now direct, With courage fought fast grappled ship with ship, Charging, resisting, as their oars would serve, With darts, with swords, with pikes, with fiery flames. So that the darkened night her starry vail Upon the bloody sea had overspread, Whilst yet they held: and hardly, hardly then They fell to flying on the wavy plain, All full of soldiers overwhelmed with waves. The air throughout with cries & groans did sound: The sea did blush with blood: the neighbour shores Groaned, so they with shipwrecks pestered were, And floating bodies left for pleasing food To birds, and beasts, and fishes of the sea, You know it well Agrippa.
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Right as some Pallace, or some stately tower, Which ouer-lookes the neighbour buildings round In scorning wise, and to the starres vp growes, Which in short time his owne weight ouerthrowes. What monstrous pride, nay what impietie Incenst him onward to the Gods disgrace? When his two children, Cleopatras bratts, To Phaebe and her brother he compar'd, Latonas race, causing them to be call'd The Sunne and Moone? Is not this follie right And is not this the Gods to make his foes? And is not this himselfe to worke his woes? In like proud sort he caus'd his hed to leese The Iewish king Antigonus, to haue His Realme for balme, that Cleopatra lou'd, As though on him he had some treason prou'd. Lidia to her, and Siria he gaue, Cyprus of golde, Arabia rich of smelles: And to his children more Cilicia, Parth's, Medes, Armenia, Phaenicia: The kings of kings proclaming them to be, By his owne word, as by a sound decree. What? Robbing his owne country of her due Triumph'd he not in Alexandriae, Of Artabasus the Armenian King, Who yeelded on his periur'd word to him? Nay, neuer Rome more iniuries receiu'd, Since thou, ô Romulus, by flight of birds With happy hand the Romain walles did'st build, Then Antonyes fond loues to it hath done. Nor euer warre more holie, nor more iust, Nor vndertaken with more hard constraint, Then is this warre: which were it not, our state Within small time all dignitie should loose: Though I lament (thou Sunne my witnes art, And thou great Ioue) that it so deadly proues: That Romaine bloud should in such plentie flowe, Watring the fields and pastures where we go. What Carthage in olde hatred obstinate, What Gaule still barking at our rising state, What rebell Samnite, what fierce Phyrrhus power, What cruell Mithridate, what Parth hath wrought Such woe to Rome? whose common wealth he had, (Had he bene victor) into Egypt brought. Surely the Gods, which haue this cittie built Steadfast to stand as long as time endures, Which keepe the Capitoll, of vs take care, And care will take of those shall after come, Haue made you victor, that you might redresse Their honor growne by passed mischieues lesse. The seelie man when all the Greekish Sea His fleete had hid, in hope me sure to drowne, Me battaile gaue: where fortune in my stede, Repulsing him his forces disaraied. Himselfe tooke flight, soone as his loue he saw All wanne through feare with full sailes flie away. His men, though lost, whome none did now direct, With courage fought fast grappled shipp with shipp, Charging, resisting, as their oares would serue, With darts, with swords, with pikes, with fiery flames. So that the darkned night her starrie vaile Vpon the bloudy sea had ouer-spred, Whilst yet they held: and hardly, hardly then They fell to flieng on the wauie plaine, All full of soldiors ouerwhelm'd with waues. The aire throughout with cries & grones did sound: The sea did blush with bloud: the neighbour shores Groned, so they with shipwracks pestred were, And floting bodies left for pleasing foode To birds, and beasts, and fishes of the sea, You know it well Agrippa.