Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.87 · 485 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.
And thus is Egypt servile rendered to the insolent destroyer: And all their sumptuous treasure tendered, All her wealth that did betray her. Which poison (O if heaven be right full,) may so far infect their senses, That Egypt's pleasures so delightful, may breed them the like offences. And Romans learn our way of weakness, be instructed in our vices: That our spoils may spoil your greatness, overcome with our devices. Fill full your hands, and carry home Enough from us to ruin Rome. Come tell me Titius every circumstance How Cleopatra did receive my news: Tell every look, each gesture, countenance, That she did in my Letters reading, use. I shall my Lord, so far as I could note, Or my conceit observe in any wise. It was the time when as she having got Leave to her Dearest dead to sacrifice; And now was issuing out the Monument With Odours, Incense, Garlands in her hand, When I approached (as one from Caesar sent,) And did her close thy message t'understand. She turns her back, and with her, takes me in, Reads in thy lines thy strange unlooke for tale: And reads, and smiles, and stays, and doth begin Again to read, than blushed, and then was pale. And having ended with a sigh, resoldes Thy Letter up: and with a fixed eye, (Which steadfast her imagination holds) She mused a while, standing confusedly: At length. Ah friend, (saith she), tell thy good Lord, How dear I hold his pitying of my case: That out of his sweet nature can afford A miserable woman so much grace. Tell him how much my heavy soul doth grieve Merciless Caesar should so deal with me: Pray him that he would all the counsel give, That might divert him from such orueltie. As for my love, say Antony hath all, Say that my heart is gone into the grave With him, in whom it rests and ever shall: I have it not myself, nor cannot have. Yet tell him, he shall more command of me Then any, whosoever hiving can. He that so friendly shows himself to be A right kind Roman, and a Gentleman. Although his Nation (fatal unto me,) Have had mine age a spoil, my youth a pray, Yet his affection must accepted be, That favours one distressed in such decay. Ah, he was worthy then to have been loved, Of Cleopatra whiles her glory lasted; Before she had declining fortune proved, Or seen her honour wracked, her flower blasted. Now there is nothing left her but disgrace, Nothing but her affliction that can move: Tell Dolabella, one that's in her case, (Poor soul) needs rather pity now than love. But shortly shall thy Lord hear more of me. And ending so her speech, no longer staid, But hasted to the tomb of Antony. And this was all she did, and all she said.
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Position
nodes 1243–1308 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 27 in this edition
Length
485 words · 630 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T54 — Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mourningcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.872 (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)
And thus is Egypt seruile rendred to the insolent destroyer: And all their sumptuous treasure tendred, All her wealth that did betray her. Which poison (O if heauen be right full,) may so far infect their sences, That Egypts pleasures so delightfull, may breed them the like offences. And Romans learne our way of weakenes, be instructed in our vices: That our spoiles may spoile your greatnes, ouercome with our deuises. Fill full your hands, and carry home Inough from vs to ruine Rome. Come tell me Titius eu'ry circumstance How Cleopatra did receiue my newes: Tell eu'ry looke, each gesture, countenance, That she did in my Letters reading, vse. I shal my Lord, so far as I could note, Or my conceite obserue in any wise. It was the time when as she hauing got Leaue to her Deerest dead to sacrifize; And now was issuing out the Monument With Odors, Incense, Garlands in her hand, When I approcht (as one from Caesar sent,) And did her close thy message t'vnderstand. She turnes her backe, and with her, takes me in, Reades in thy lines thy strange vnlooke for tale: And reades, and smiles, and staies, and doth begin Againe to reade, then blusht, and then was pale. And hauing ended with a sigh, resoldes Thy Letter vp: and with a fixed eye, (Which stedfast her imagination holds) She mus'd a while, standing confusedly: At length. Ah friend, (saith shee), tell thy good Lord, How deere I hold his pittying of my case: That out of his sweet nature can afford A miserable woman so much grace. Tel him how much my heauy soule doth grieue Mercilesse Caesar should so deale with me: Pray him that he would all the counsell giue, That might diuert him from such orueltie. As for my loue, say Antony hath all, Say that my hart is gone into the graue VVith him, in whom it rests and euer shall: I haue it not my selfe, nor cannot haue. Yet tell him, he shall more command of me Then any, whosoeuer hiuing can. Hee that so friendly shewes himselfe to be A right kind Roman, and a Gentleman. Although his Nation (fatall vnto me,) Haue had mine age a spoile, my youth a pray, Yet his affection must accepted be, That fauours one distrest in such decay. Ah, he was worthy then to haue beene lou'd, Of Cleopatra whiles her glory lasted; Before she had declining fortune prou'd, Or seen her honor wrackt, her flowre blasted. Now there is nothing left her but disgrace, Nothing but her affliction that can moue: Tell Dolabella, one that's in her case, (Poore soule) needs rather pity now thē loue. But shortly shall thy Lord heare more of me. And ending so her speech, no longer stai'd, But hasted to the tombe of Antony. And this was all she did, and all she said.