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 0.81 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Live for your children's sake: Let not your death of kingdom them deprive. Alas what shall they do who will have care? Who will preserve this royal race of yours? Who pity take? even now me seems I see These little souls to servile bondage fallen, And borne in triumph. Ah most miserable! Their tender arms with cursed cord fast bound At their weak backs. Ah Gods what pity more! Their silly necks to ground with weakness bend Never on us, good Gods, such mischief send. And pointed at with fingers as they go. Rather a thousand deaths. Lastly his knife Some cruel caitiff in their blood imbrue. Ah my heart breaks. By shady banks of hell, By fields whereon the lonely Ghosts do tread, By my foule, and the soul of Antony I you beseech, Euphron, of them have care. Be their good Father, let your wisdom let That they fall not into this Tyrants hands. Rather conduct them where their freezed locks Black Aethiops to neighbour Sun do show; On wavy Ocean at the waters will; On barren cliffs of snowy Caucasus; To Tigers swift, to Lions, and to Bears; And rather, rather unto every coast, To every land and sea: for nought I fear As rage of him, whose thirst no blood can quench. Adieu dear children, children dear adieu: Good Isis you to place of safety guide, Far from our foes, where you your lives may lead In free estate devoid of servile dread. Remember not, my children, you were borne Of such a Princely race: remember not So many brave Kings which have Egypt ruled In right descent your ancestors have been: That this great Antony your father was, Hercules' blood, and more than he in praise. For your high courage such remembrance will, Sing your fall with burning rages fill. Who knows if that your hands false Destiny The Sceptres promised of imperious Rome, In stead of them shall crooked sheephooks bear, Needles or forks, or guide the cart, or plough? Ah learn t'endure: your birth and high estate Forget, my babes, and bend to force of fate. Farewell, my babes, farewell my heart is closed, With pity and pain, myself with death enclosed, My breath doth fail. Farewell for evermore, Your Sire and me you shall see never more. Farewell sweet care, farewell. madam Adieu. Ah this voice kills me. Ah good Gods! I swoon. I can no more, I die. madam, alas! And will you yield to woe? Ah speak to us. Come Children. We come. Follow we our chance. The Gods shall guide us. O too cruel lot! O too hard chance! Sister what shall we do, What shall we do, alas! if murdering dart Of death arrive while that in slumbering swoon Half dead she lie with anguish overgone? Her face is frozen.
seed 43: T51 · seed 44: T48 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Liue for your childrens sake: Let not your death of kingdome them depriue. Alas what shall they do who will haue care? Who will preserue this royall race of yours? Who pittie take? euen now me seemes I see These little soules to seruile bondage falne, And borne in triumph. Ah most miserable! Their tender armes with cursed cord fast bound At their weake backs. Ah Gods what pitty more! Their seely necks to ground with weaknes bend Neuer on vs, good Gods, such mischiefe send. And pointed at with fingers as they go. Rather a thousand deaths. Lastly his knife Some cruell catiue in their bloud embrue. Ah my heart breaks. By shady banks of hell, By fields whereon the lonely Ghosts do treade, By my foule, and the soule of Antony I you besech, Euphron, of them haue care. Be their good Father, let your wisedome lett That they fall not into this Tyrants hands. Rather conduct them where their freezed locks Black Aethiops to neighbour Sunne do shew; On wauie Ocean at the waters will; On barraine cliffes of snowie Caucasus; To Tigers swift, to Lions, and to Beares; And rather, rather vnto euery coaste, To eu'ry land and sea: for nought I feare As rage of him, whose thirst no bloud can quench. Adieu deare children, children deare adieu: Good Isis you to place of safety guide, Farre from our foes, where you your liues may leade In free estate deuoid of seruile dread. Remember not, my children, you were borne Of such a Princely race: remember not So many braue Kings which haue Egipt rul'de In right descent your ancestors haue beene: That this great Antony your father was, Hercules bloud, and more then he in praise. For your high courage such remembrance will, Seing your fall with burning rages fill. Who knowes if that your hands false Destinie The Scepters promis'd of imperious Rome, In stede of them shall crooked shepehookes beare, Needles or forkes, or guide the carte, or plough? Ah learne t'endure: your birth and high estate Forget, my babes, and bend to force of fate. Farwell, my babes, farwell my heart is clos'd, With pittie and paine, my selfe with death enclos'd, My breath doth faile. Farwell for euermore, Your Sire and me you shall see neuer more. Farwell sweet care, farwell. Madame Adieu. Ah this voice killes me. Ah good Gods! I swound. I can no more, I die. Madame, alas! And will you yeld to woe? Ah speake to vs. Come Children. We come. Follow we our chance. The Gods shall guide vs. O too cruell lot! O too hard chaunce! Sister what shall we do, What shall we do, alas! if murthring darte Of death arriue while that in slumbring swound Halfe dead she lie with anguish ouergone? Her face is frozen.