Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Love? alas no, it was th'innated hatred That thou and thine haste ever borne our people: That made thee seek all means to have us scattered, To disunite our strength, and makers feeble. And therefore did that breast nurse our dissension, With hope t'exalt thyself, t'augment thy state: To pray upon the wrack of our contention, And (with the rest our foes,) to joy thereat. O Caesar, see how easy 'tis t'accuse Whom fortune hath made faulty by their fall, The wretched conquered may not refuse The titles of reproach he's charged withal. The conquering cause hath right, wherein thou art, The vanquished, still is judged the worser part. Which part is mine, because I lost my part. No lesser than the portion of a Crown. Enough for me, alas what needed art To gain by others, but to keep mine own? But here let weaker powers note what it is, To neighbour great Competitors too near, If we take part, we oft do perish thus, If neutral bide, both parties we must fear. Alas, what shall the forced partakers do, When following none, yet must they perish to? But CAESAR. sith thy right and cause is such, be not a heavy weight upon calamity: Depress not the afflicted overmuch, The chiefest glory is the Victor's lenity. Th'inheritance of mercy from him take, Of whom thou hast thy fortune and thy name: Great Caesar me a Queen at first did make, And let not Caesar now confound the same. read here these lines which still I keep with me, The witness of his love and favours ever: And God forbid this should be said of thee, That Caesar wronged the favoured of Caesar. For look what I have been to Anthony, Think thou the same I might have been to thee. And here I do present thee with the note, Of all the treasure, all the jewels rare That Egypt hath in many ages got; And look what Cleopatra hath, is there. Nay there's not all set down within that roll, I know some things she hath reserved a part. What vile ungrateful wretch, dar'st thou control Thy Queen & sovereign? caitiff as thou art. Hold, hold, a poor revenge can work so feeble Ah Caesar, what a great indignity hands. Is this, that here my vassal subject stands, T' accuse me to my Lord of treachery? If I reserved some certain women's toys, Alas it was not for myself (God knows,) Poor miserable soul, that little joys In trifling ornaments, in outward shows. But what I kept, I kept to make my way Unto thy Livia, and Octauias grace. That thereby in compassion moved, they Might mediate thy favour in my case.
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Loue? alas no, it was th'innated hatred That thou and thine hast euer borne our people: That made thee seeke al meanes to haue vs scattred, To disvnite our strength, and makers feeble. And therefore did that brest nurse our dissention, VVith hope t'exalt thy selfe, t'augment thy state: To pray vpon the wrack of our contention, And (with the rest our foes,) to ioy thereat. O Caesar, see how easie tis t'accuse Whom fortune hath made faultie by their fall, The wretched conquered may not refuse The titles of reproch he's charg'd withall. The conquering cause hath right, wherein yu art, The vanquisht, still is iudg'd the worser part. Which part is mine, because I lost my part. No lesser then the portion of a Crowne. Enough for mee, alas what needed arte To gaine by others, but to keepe mine owne? But heere let weaker powers note what it is, To neighbour great Competitors too neere, If we take part, we oft doe perrish thus, If neutrall bide, both parties we must feare. Alas, what shall the forst partakers doe, When following none, yet must they perrish to? But CAESAR. sith thy right and cause is such, Bee not a heauie weight vpon calamitie: Depresse not the afflicted ouer-much, The chiefest glory is the Victors lenitie. Th'inheritaunce of mercy from him take, Of whom thou hast thy fortune and thy name: Great Caesar mee a Queene at first did make, And let not Caesar now confound the same. Reade heere these lines which still I keep with me, The witnes of his loue and fauours euer: And God forbid this should be said of thee, That Caesar wrong'd the fauoured of Caesar. For looke what I haue beene to Anthony, Thinke thou the same I might haue been to thee. And heere I doe present thee with the note, Of all the treasure, all the Iewels rare That Egipt hath in many ages got; And looke what Cleopatra hath, is there. Nay there's not all set down within that roule, I know some things shee hath reseru'd a part. What vile vng greateful wretch, dar'st thou cōtroule Thy Queene & soueraine? caitiue as thou art. Hold, holde, a poore reuenge can worke so feeble Ah Caesar, what a great indignitie hands. Is this, that heere my vassale subiect stands, T' accuse mee to my Lord of trechery? If I reseru'd some certaine womens toyes, Alas it was not for my selfe (God knowes,) Poore miserable soule, that little ioyes In trifling ornaments, in outward showes. But what I kept, I kept to make my way Vnto thy Liuia, and Octauias grace. That thereby in compassion mooued, they Might mediat thy fauour in my case.