Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.89 · 471 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Though I perhaps could lighten mine own side With some excuse of my constrained case Drawn down with power: but that were to divide My shame: to stand alone in my disgrace. To clear me so, would show m'affections nought, And make th'excuse more heinous than the fault. Since if I should our errors disunite, I should confound afflictions only rest, That from stern death even steals a sad delight To die with friends or with the like distressed; And since we took of either such firm hold In th'overwhelming seas of fortune cast, What power should be of power to reunfold The arms of our affections locked so fast, For grappling in the ocean of our pride, We sunk each others greatness both together; And both made shipwreck of our fame beside, Both wrought a like destruction unto either: And therefore I am bound to sacrifice To death and thee, the life that doth reprove me: Our like distress I feel doth sympathize, And even affliction makes me truly love thee. Which Antony, I must confess my fault I never did sincerely until now: Now I protest I do, now am I taught In death to love, in life that knew not how. For whilst my glory in her greatness stood, And that I saw my state and knew my beauty; Saw how the world admired me, how they wooed, I then thought all men must love me of duty; And I love none: for my lascivious Court, Fertile in ever fresh and new-choise pleasure, Afforded me of so bountiful disport That I to stay on love had never leisure: My vagabond desires no limits found, For lust is endless, pleasure hath no bound. Thou coming from the strictness of thy City, And never this lose pomp of monarches learnest, Enured to wars, in women's wiles unwitty, Whilst others feigned, thou fellest to love in earnest; Not knowing how we like them best that hover, And make least reckoning of a doting lover. And yet thou cam'st but in my beauty's wain, When new appearing wrinkles of declining Wrought with the hand of years, seemed to detain My grace's light, as now but dimly shining Even in the confines of mine age, when I Failing of what I was, and was but thus; When such as we do deem in jealousy That men love for themselves and not for us, Then and but thus, thou didst love most sincerely O Antony, that best deservest it better, This Autumn of my beauty bought so dearly, For which in more than death, I stand thy debtor, Which I will pay thee with so true a mind, (Casting up all these deep accounts of mine) That both our souls, and all the world shall find All reckonings cleared, betwixt my love and thine.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 128–185 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 27 in this edition
Length
471 words · 603 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T54 — Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mourningcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.888 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
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)
Though I perhaps could lighten mine own side With some excuse of my constrained case Drawn down with powre: but that were to deuide My shame: to stand alone in my disgrace. To cleere me so, would shew m'affections naught, And make th'excuse more hainous then the fault. Since if I should our errours disunite, I should confound afflictions onely rest, That from stearn death euen steales a sad delight To die with friends or with the like distrest; And since we tooke of either such firme hold In th'ouerwhelming seas of fortune cast, What powre should be of powre to reunfold The armes of our affections lockt so fast, For grapling in the ocean of our pride, We sunke each others greatnesse both together; And both made shipwracke of our fame beside, Both wrought a like destruction vnto either: And therefore I am bound to sacrifice To death and thee, the life that doth reproue me: Our like distresse I feele doth simpathize, And euen affliction makes me truly loue thee. Which Antony, I must confesse my fault I neuer did sincerely vntill now: Now I protest I do, now am I taught In death to loue, in life that knew not how. For whilst my glory in her greatnesse stood, And that I saw my state and knew my beautie; Saw how the world admir'd me, how they woo'd, I then thought all men must loue me of dutie; And I loue none: for my lasciuious Court, Fertile in euer fresh and new-choise pleasure, Affoorded me of so bountifull disport That I to stay on loue had neuer leasure: My vagabond desires no limits found, For lust is endlesse, pleasure hath no bound. Thou comming from the strictnes of thy City, And neuer this loose pomp of monarchs learnest, Inu'rd to wars, in womens wiles vnwitty, Whilst others faynd, thou fell'st to loue in earnest; Not knowing how we like them best that houer, And make least reckning of a doting louer. And yet thou cam'st but in my beauties waine, When new appearing wrinkles of declining Wrought with the hand of yeers, seem'd to detain My graces light, as now but dimly shining Euen in the confines of mine age, when I Failing of what I was, and was but thus; When such as we do deeme in iealousie That men loue for themselues and not for vs, Then and but thus, thou didst loue most sincerely O Antony, that best deseru'st it better, This Autumne of my beauty bought so dearely, For which in more then death, I stand thy debter, Which I will pay thee with so true a mind, (Casting vp all these deepe accoumpts of mine) That both our soules, and all the world shall find All recknings cleer'd, betwixt my loue and thine.