Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.78 · 517 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.
Princes (like Lions) never will be tarned. A private man may yield, and care not how, But greater hearts will break before they bow. And sure I thinke sh' will never condescend, To live to grace our spoils with her disgrace: But yet let still a wary watch attend, To guard her person, and to watch the place. And look that none with her come to confer: Shortly myself will go to visit her. OPINION, how dost thou molest Th'affected mind of restless man? Who following thee never can, Nor ever shall attain to rest, For getting what thou sayst is best, Yet lo, that best he finds far wide Of what thou promisedst before: For in the same he looked for more, Which proves but small when once 'tis tried Than something else thou findst beside, To draw him still from thought to thought: When in the end all proves but nought. Farther from rest he finds him than, Then at the first when he began. O malcontent seducing guest, Contriver of our greatest woes: Which born of wind, & fed with shows, Dost nurse thyself in thine unrest. judging ungotten things the best, Or what thou in conceit rain'st. And all things in the world dost deem, Not as they are, but as they seem: Which shows, their state thou ill defin'st: And liv'st to come, in present pinest. For what thou hast, thou still dost lack: O minds tormentor, body's wrack, Vain promiser of that sweet rest, Which never any yet possessed. If we unto ambition tend, Then dost thou draw our weakness on, With vain imagination Of that which never hath an end. Or if that lust we apprehend, How doth that pleasant plague infest? O what strange forms of luxury, Thou strait dost cast t'entice us by? And tell'st us that is ever best, Which we have never yet possessed. And that more pleasure rests beside, In something that we have not tried. And when the same likewise is had, Then all is one, and all is bad. This Antony can say is true, As Cleopatra knows 'tis so, By th'experience of their woe. She can say, she never knew But that lust found pleasures new, And was never satisfied: He can say by proof of toil, Ambition is a Vulture vile, That feeds upon the heart of pride: And finds no rest when all is tried. For worlds cannot confine the one, Th'other, lists and bounds hath none. And both subvert the mind, the state, Procure destruction, envy, hate. And now when all this is proved vain, Yet Opinion leaves not here, But sticks to Cleopatra near, Persuading now, how she shall gain Honour by death, and fame attain. And what a shame it were to live, Her kingdom lost, her Lover dead: And so with this persuasion led, Despair doth such a courage give, That nought else can her mind relieve, Nor yet divert her from that thought: To this conclusion all is brought. This is that rest this vain world lends, To end in death that all things ends.
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nodes 389–467 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 27 in this edition
Length
517 words · 681 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T54 — Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mourningcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.784 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T48 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Princes (like Lyons) neuer will be tarn'd. A priuate man may yeeld, and care not how, But greater hearts will breake before they bow. And sure I thinkesh' will neuer condiscend, To liue to grace our spoiles with her disgrace: But yet let still a wary watch attend, To guard her person, and to watch the place. And looke that none with her come to confer: Shortly my selfe will go to visite her. OPINION, how doost thou molest Th'affected minde of restles man? Who following thee neuer can, Nor euer shall attaine to rest, For getting what thou saist is best, Yet loe, that best he findes farre wide Of what thou promisedst before: For in the same he lookt for more, Which proues but smal whē once tis tride Then something else thou find st beside, To draw him stil frō thought to thought: When in the end all proues but nought. Farther from rest hee findes him than, Then at the first when he began. O malecontent seducing guest, Contriuer of our greatest woes: Which born of wind, & fed with showes, Doost nurse thy selfe in thine vnrest. Iudging vngotten thinges the best, Or what thou in conceit design'st. And all things in the world doost deeme, Not as they are, but as they seeme: Which shewes, their state thou ill defin'st: And liu'st to come, in present pin'st. For what thou hast, thou still doost lacke: O mindes tormentor, bodies wracke, Vaine promiser of that sweet rest, Which neuer anie yet possest. If we vnto ambition tende, Then doost thou drawe our weakenes on, With vaine imagination Of that which neuer hath an ende. Or if that lust we apprehend, How doth that pleasant plague infest? O what strange formes of luxurie, Thou straight doost cast t'intice vs by? And tell'st vs that is euer best, Which we haue neuer yet possest. And that more pleasure rests beside, In something that we haue not tride. And when the same likewise is had, Then all is one, and all is bad. This Antony can say is true, As Cleopatra knowes tis so, By th'experience of their woe. Shee can say, she neuer knew But that lust found pleasures new, And was neuer satisfide: He can say by proofe of toile, Ambition is a Vulture vile, That feeds vpō the hart of pride: And finds no rest when all is tride. For worlds cannot confine the one, Th'other, lists and bounds hath none. And both subuert the minde, the state, Procure destruction, enuie, hate. And now when all this is prou'd vaine, Yet Opinion leaues not heere, But sticks to Cleopatra neere, Perswading now, how she shall gaine Honour by death, and fame attaine. And what a shame it were to liue, Her kingdome lost, her Louer dead: And so with this perswasion led, Dispaire doth such a courage giue, That nought else can her mind relieue, Nor yet diuert her from that thought: To this conclusion all is brought. This is that rest this vaine world lends, To end in death that all things ends.