Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Between them and the mark of their ambition, That nothing let the full sight of their reign. Where nothing stands, that stands not in submission; Where greatness must all in itself contain. king's will be alone, Competitors must down, Near death he stands, that stands too near a Crown. Such is my case, for Caesar will have all: My blood must seal th'assurance of his state: Yet ah weak state that blood assure him shall, Whose wrongful shedding, Gods and men do hate. Injustice never scapes unpunished still, Though men revenge not, yet the heavens will. And thou Augustus that with bloody hand, cut'st off succession from another's race, mayst find the heavens thy vows so to withstand. That others may deprive thine in like case. When thou mayst see thy proud contentious bed Yielding thee none of thine that may inherit: Subvert thy blood, place others in their stead, To pay this thy injustice her due merit. If it be true, (as who can that deny Which sacred Priests of Memphis do foresay,) Some of the offspring yet of Anthony, Shall all the rule of this whole Empire sway. And then Augustus, what is it thou gainest By poor Antillus blood, or this of mine? Nothing but this thy victory thou stainest, And pullest the wrath of heaven on thee and thine. In vain doth man contend against the stars, For what he seeks to make, his wisdom mars. Yet in the meantime we whom Fates reserve, The bloody sacrifices of ambition, We feel the smart whatever they deserve, And we endure the present Time's condition. The justice of the heavens revenging thus, Doth only sacrifice itself, not us. Yet 'tis a pleasing comfort that doth ease Affliction in so great extremity. To think their like destruction shall appease Our ghosts, who did procure our misery. But dead we are, uncertain what shall be, And living, we are sure to feel the wrong: Our certain ruin we ourselves do see. They joy the while, and we know not how long. But yet Caesario, thou must die content, For men will moan, & God revenge th'innocent. Thus he complain'd, & thus thou hear'st my shame. But how hath Caesar now rewarded thee? As he hath thee. And I expect the same As fell to Theodor to fall to me: For he (one of my coat) having betrayed The young Antillus, son of Anthony, And at his death from of his neck conveyed A jewel: which being asked, he did deny: Caesar occasion took to hang him straight. Such instruments with Princes live not long. Although they need us, (actors of deceit,) Yet still our sight seems to upbraid their wrong; And therefore we must needs this danger run, And in the net of our own guile be caught: we must not live to bray what we have done, For what is done, must not appear their fault. But here comes Cleopatra, woeful Queen, And our shame will not that we should be seen.
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Betweene them and the marke of theyr ambition, That nothing let the full sight of theyr raigne. Where nothing stands, that stands not in submission; Where greatnes must all in it selfe containe. Kings will be alone, Competitors must downe, Neere death he stands, that stands too neer a Crowne. Such is my case, for Caesar will haue all: My blood must seale th'assurance of his state: Yet ah weake state that blood assure him shall, Whose wrongfull shedding, Gods and men do hate. Iniustice neuer scapes vnpunisht still, Though men reuenge not, yet the heauens will. And thou Augustus that with bloody hand, Curt'st off succession from anothers race, Maist find the heauens thy vowes so to withstand. That others may depriue thine in like case. When rhou maist see thy proude contentious bed Yeelding thee none of thine that may inherite: Subuert thy blood, place others in theyr sted, To pay this thy iniustice her due merite. If it be true, (as who can that deny VVhich sacred Priests of Memphis doe fore-say,) Some of the of-spring yet of Anthony, Shall all the rule of this whole Empire sway. And then Augustus, what is it thou gainest By poore Antillus blood, or this of mine? Nothing but thys thy victory thou stainest, And pull'st the wrath of heauen on thee and thine. In vaine doth man contende against the starrs, For what hee seekes to make, his wisdom marrs. Yet in the mean-time we whom Fates reserue, The bloody sacrifices of ambition, VVe feele the smart what euer they deserue, And wee indure the present times condition. The iustice of the heauens reuenging thus, Doth onely sacrifice it selfe, not vs. Yet tis a pleasing comfort that dooth ease Affliction in so great extreamitie. To thinke theyr like destruction shall appease Our ghostes, who did procure our misery. But dead we are, vncertaine what shall bee, And lyuing, wee are sure to feele the wrong: Our certaine ruine wee our selues doe see. They ioy the while, and wee know not how long. But yet Caesario, thou must die content, For men will mone, & God reuenge th'innocent. Thus he cōplain'd, & thus thou hear'st my shame. But how hath Caesar now rewarded thee? As hee hath thee. And I expect the same As fell to Theodor to fall to mee: For he (one of my coate) hauing betrayd The young Antillus, sonne of Anthony, And at his death from of his necke conuayd A iewell: which be'ing askt, he did deny: Caesar occasion tooke to hang him straight. Such instruments with Princes liue not long. Although they neede vs, (actors of deceit,) Yet still our sight seemes to vpbrayd their wrong; And therefore we must needes this danger runne, And in the net of our owne guile be caught: Wee must not liue to bray what we haue done, For what is done, must not appeare theyr fault. But heere comes Cleopatra, wofull Queene, And our shame will not that we should be seene.