Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 491 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Then why should he despair that knows to court it With words, fair looks, and liberality: What hast not thou full often struck a do, And borne her cleanly by the Keeper's nose? Why then it seems some certain snatch or so Would serve your turns. I so the turn were served. Aaron thou hast hit it. Would you had hit it too, Then should not we be tired with this ado: Why hark ye, hark ye, and are you such fools, To square for this? Would it offend you then? Faith not me. Not me, so I were one. For shame be friends, & join for that you jar: 'Tis policy, and stratagem must do That you affect, and so must you resolve, That what you cannot as you would achieve, You must perforce accomplish as you may: Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste Than this Lavinia, Bassianus love, A speedier course this lingering languishment Must we pursue, and I have found the path: My Lords, a solemn hunting is in hand. There will the lovely Roman Ladies troop: The Forest walks are wide and spacious, And many unfrequented plots there are, Fitted by kind for rape and villain: Single you thither then this dainty do, And strike her home by force, if not by words: This way or not at all, stand you in hope. Come, come, our Empress with her sacred wit To villainy and vengeance consecrate, Will we acquaint with all that we intent, And she shall file our engines with advice, That will not suffer you to square yourselves, But to your wishes height advance you both. The Emperor's Court is like the house of Fame, The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears: The Woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull: There speak, and strike brave Boys, & take your turns. There serve your lusts, shadowed from heaven's eye, And revel in Lauinia's Treasury. Thy counsel Lad smells of no cowardice. Sij fas aut nefas, till I find the streams, To cool this heat, a Charm to calm their fits, Per Stigia per manes Vehor. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, The fields are fragrant, and the Woods are green, Uncouple here, and let us make a bay, And wake the Emperor, and his lovely Bride, And rouse the Prince, and ring a hunter's peal, That all the Court may echo with the noise. Sons let it be your charge, as it is ours, To attend the Emperor's person carefully: I have been troubled in my sleep this night, But dawning day new comfort hath inspired. Many good morrows to your Majesty, Madam to you as many and as good. I promised your Grace, a Hunter's peal. And you have rung it lustily my Lords, Somewhat to early for new married Ladies. Lavinia, how say you? I say no: I have been awake two hours and more.
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Then why ſhould he diſpaire that knowes to court it With words, faire lookes, and liberality: What haſt not thou full often ſtrucke a Doe, And borne her cleanly by the Keepers noſe? Why then it ſeemes ſome certaine ſnatch or ſo Would ſerue your turnes. I ſo the turne were ſerued. Aaron thou haſt hit it. Would you had hit it too, Then ſhould not we be tir'd with this adoo: Why harke yee, harke yee, and are you ſuch fooles, To ſquare for this? Would it offend you then? Faith not me. Not me, ſo I were one. For ſhame be friends, & ioyne for that you iar: 'Tis pollicie, and ſtratageme muſt doe That you affect, and ſo muſt you reſolue, That what you cannot as you would atcheiue, You muſt perforce accompliſh as you may: Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaſt Then this Lauinia, Baſsianus loue, A ſpeedier courſe this lingring languiſhment Muſt we purſue, and I haue found the path: My Lords, a ſolemne hunting is in hand. There will the louely Roman Ladies troope: The Forreſt walkes are wide and ſpacious, And many vnfrequented plots there are, Fitted by kinde for rape and villaine: Single you thither then this dainty Doe, And ſtrike her home by force, if not by words: This way or not at all, ſtand you in hope. Come, come, our Empreſſe with her ſacred wit To villainie and vengance conſecrate, Will we acquaint with all that we intend, And ſhe ſhall file our engines with aduiſe, That will not ſuffer you to ſquare your ſelues, But to your wiſhes height aduance you both. The Emperours Court is like the houſe of Fame, The pallace full of tongues, of eyes, of eares: The Woods are ruthleſſe, dreadfull, deafe, and dull: There ſpeake, and ſtrike braue Boyes, & take your turnes. There ſerue your luſts, ſhadow'd from heauens eye, And reuell in Lauinia's Treaſurie. Thy counſell Lad ſmells of no cowardiſe. Sij fas aut nefas, till I finde the ſtreames, To coole this heat, a Charme to calme their fits, Per Stigia per manes Vehor. The hunt is vp, the morne is bright and gray, The fields are fragrant, and the Woods are greene, Vncouple heere, and let vs make a bay, And wake the Emperour, and his louely Bride, And rouze the Prince, and ring a hunters peale, That all the Court may eccho with the noyſe. Sonnes let it be your charge, as it is ours, To attend the Emperours perſon carefully: I haue bene troubled in my ſleepe this night, But dawning day new comfort hath inſpir'd. Many good morrowes to your Maieſtie, Madam to you as many and as good. I promiſed your Grace, a Hunters peale. And you haue rung it luſtily my Lords, Somewhat to earely for new married Ladies. Lauinia, how ſay you? I ſay no: I haue bene awake two houres and more.