Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.84 · 473 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.
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 off his neck conveyed A jewel: which being asked, he did deny: Caesar occasion took to hang him strait. Such instruments with Princes live not long. Although they need such 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 brag 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. WHat hath my face yet power to win a Lover? Can this torn remnant serve to grace me so, That it can Caesar's secret plots discover What he intends with me and mine to do? Why then poor Beauty thou hast done thy last, And best good service thou couldst do unto me. For now the time of death revealed thou hast, Which in my life didst serve but to undo me. Hear Dolabella far forsooth in love, Writes, how that Caesar means forthwith, to send Both me and mine, th'air of Rome to prove: There his Triumphant Chariot to attend. I thank the man, both for his love and letter; The one comes fit to warn me thus before, But for th'other, I must die his debtor, For Cleopatra now can love no more. But having leave, I must go take my leave And last farewell of my dead Anthony: Whose dearly honoured tomb must here receive This sacrifice, the last before I die. O sacred ever-memorable stone, That hast without my tears, within my flame, Receive th'oblation of the woefull'st moan That ever yet from sad affliction came, And you dear relics of my Lord and Love, (The sweetest parcels of the faithfullest liver,) O let no impious hand dare to remove You out from hence, but rest you here for ever. Let Egypt now give peace unto you dead, That living gave you trouble and turmoil: Sleep quiet in this everlasting bed, In foreign land preferred before your soil. And o, if that the spirits of men remain After their bodies, and do never die, Then hear thy ghost thy captive spouse complain And be attentive to her misery. But if that labour some mortality Found this sweet error, only to confine The curious search of idle vanity, That would the depth of darkness undermine: Or rather to give rest unto the thought Of wretched man, with th'after-coming joy Of those conceived fields whereon we dote, To pacify the present world's annoy.
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Position
nodes 1052–1112 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 27 in this edition
Length
473 words · 597 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T54 — Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mourningcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.841 (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)
But how hath Caesar now rewarded thee? As he hath thee. And I expect the same As fell to Theodor to fall to mee: For he (one of my coate) hauing betraid The young Antillus, sonne of Anthonie, And at his death from off his necke conuaid A iewell: which being askt, he did denie: Caesar occasion tooke to hang him straight. Such instruments with Princes liue not long. Although they need such actors of deceit, Yet still our sight seemes to vpbraid their wrong; And therefore we must needes this daunger runne, And in the net of our owne guile be caught: We must not liue to brag what we haue done, For what is done, must not appeare their fault. But here comes Cleopatra, wofull Queene, And our shame will not that we should be seene. WHat hath my face yet powre to win a Louer? Can this torne remnant serue to grace me so, That it can Caesars secrete plots discouer What he intends with me and mine to do? Why then poore Beautie thou hast done thy last, And best good seruice thou could'st do vnto mee. For now the time of death reueal'd thou hast, Which in my life didst serue but to vndoe mee. Heere Dolabella far forsooth in loue, Writes, how that Caesar meanes forthwith, to send Both me and mine, th'ayre of Rome to proue: There his Triumphant Chariot to attend. I thanke the man, both for his loue and letter; The one comes fit to warne me thus before, But for th'other, I must die his debter, For Cleopatra now can loue no more. But hauing leaue, I must go take my leaue And last farewell of my dead Anthonie: Whose deerly honour'd tombe must here receiue This sacrifice, the last before I die. O sacred euer-memorable stone, That hast without my teares, within my flame, Receiue th'oblation of the wofull'st mone That euer yet from sad affliction came, And you deare reliques of my Lord and Loue, (The sweetest parcels of the faithfull'st liuer,) O let no impious hand dare to remoue You out from hence, but rest you here for euer. Let Egypt now giue peace vnto you dead, That liuing gaue you trouble and turmoile: Sleepe quiet in this euer-lasting bed, In forraine land preferr'd before your soile. And ô, if that the sp'rits of men remaine After their bodies, and do neuer die, Then heare thy ghost thy captiue spouse cōplaine And be attentiue to her miserie. But if that labour some mortalitie Found this sweete error, onely to confine The curious search of idle vanitie, That would the deapth of darknes vndermine: Or rather to giue rest vnto the thought Of wretched man, with th'after-comming ioy Of those conceiued fields whereon we dote, To pacifie the present worlds anoy.