Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
But how knew Caesar of her close intent? By Letters which before to him she sent. For when she had procured this means to die, She writes, and earnestly entreats, she might Be buried in one Tomb with Anthony. Whereby then Caesar guessed all went not right. And forthwith sends, yet ere the message came She was dispatched, he crossed in his intent, Her providence had ordered so the same That she was sure none should her plot prevent. THen thus we have beheld Th'accomplishment of woes, The full of ruin, and The worst of worst of ills. And seen all hope expelled, That ever sweet repose Shall repossess: the Land That Desolations fills, And where Ambition spills With uncontrolled hand, All th'issue of all those, That so long rule have held: To make us no more us, But clean confound us thus. And canst O Nilus thou, Father of floods endure, That yellow Tiber should With sandy streams rule thee? Wilt thou be pleased to bow To him those feet so pure, Whose unknown head we hold A power divine to be? Thou that didst ever see Thy free banks uncontrolled Live under thine own care: Ah wilt thou bear it now? And now wilt yield thy streams A prey to other Reams? Draw back thy waters flow To thy concealed head: Rocks strangle up thy waves, Stop Cataracts thy fall. And turn thy courses so, That sandy deserts dead, (The world of dust that craves To swallow thee up all,) May drink so much as shall Revive from vasty graves A living green, which spread Far flourishing, may grow On that wide face of Death. Where nothing now draws breath. Fatten some people there, Even as thou us hast done, With Plenty's wanton store, And feeble luxury: And them as us prepare Fit for the day of moan Respected not before. Leave leveled Egypt dry, A barren prey to lie, Wasted for evermore. Of plenties yielding none To recompense the care Of Victor's greedy lust, And bring forth nought but dust. And so O leave to be, Sith thou art what thou art: Let not our race possess Th'inheritance of shame, The fee of sin, that we Have left them for their part: The yoke of whose distress Must still upbraid our blame, Telling from whom it came. Our weight of wantonness, Lies heavy on their heart, Who nevermore shall see The glory of that worth They left who brought us forth. O thou all seeing light, High precedent of heaven, You Magistrates the stars Of that eternal court Of Providence and Right, Are these the bounds youhave given untranspassable bars, That limit pride so short, Is greatness of this sort, That greatness greatness mars, And wracks itself, self driven On Rocks of her own might? Doth Order order so Disorders overthrow?
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But how knew Caesar of her close intent? By Letters which before to him shee sent. For when shee had procur'd this meanes to die, Shee writes, and earnestly intreates, shee might Be buried in one Tombe with Anthony. Whereby then Caesar gess'd all went not right. And forth-with sends, yet ere the message came Shee was dispatcht, he crost in his intent, Her prouidence had ordred so the same That shee was sure none should her plot preuent. THen thus we haue beheld Th'accomplishment of woes, The full of rutne, and The worst of worst of ills. And seene all hope expeld, That euer sweet repose Shall re-possess: the Land That Desolations fills, And where Ambition spills With vncontrouled hand, All th'issue of all those, That so long rule haue hell'd: To make vs no more vs, But cleane confound vs thus. And canst O Nylus thou, Father of floods indure, That yellow Tyber should With sandy streames rule thee? Wilt thou be pleas'd to bow To him those feete so pure, Whose vnknowne head we hold A powre diuine to bee? Thou that didst euer see Thy free banks vncontroul'd Liue vnder thine owne care: Ah wilt thou beare it now? And now wilt yeeld thy streams A pray to other Reames? Draw backe thy waters floe To thy concealed head: Rockes strangle vp thy waues, Stop Cataractes thy fall. And turne thy courses so, That sandy Dezarts dead, (The world of dust that craues To swallow thee vp all,) May drinke so much as shall Reuiue from vastie graues A lyuing greene, which spredd Far florshing, may gro On that wide face of Death. Where nothing now drawes breath. Fatten somepeople there, Euen as thou vs hast doone, With plenties wanton store, And feeble luxurie: And them as vs prepare Fit for the day of mone Respected not before. Leaue leuell'd Egipt dry, A barraine pray to lye, Wasted for euer-more. Of plenties yeelding none To recompence the care Of Victors greedy lust, And bring forth nought but dust. And so O leaue to bee, Sith thou art what thou art: Let not our race possess Th'inheritance of shame, The see of sin, that wee Haue left them for theyr part: The yoke of whose distress Must still vpbraid our blame, Telling from whom it came. Our weight of wantonnes, Lyes heauy on their hart, Who neuer-more shall see The glory of that worth They left who brought vs forth. O thou all seeing light, High President of heauen, You Magistrates the starres Of that eternall court Of Prouidence and Right, Are these the bounds y'haue giuen Th'vntr anspassable barres, That limit pride so short, Is greatnes of this sort, That greatnes greatnes marres, And wracks it selfe, selfe driuen On Rocks of her owne might? Doth Order order so Disorders ouer-thro?