Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.78 · 474 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 knew Caesar of her close intent? By Letters which before to him she sent. For when she had procured this means to die, She writeth, and earnestly entreats, she might Be buried in one Tomb with Antony. Where by 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 bepeld 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 Desolation 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 pray 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 Aliving 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 levelled Egypt dry, A barren pray to lie, Wasted for evermore. Of plenty's 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 upbraidour blame, Telling from whom it came. Our weight of want oneness Lies heavy on their heart, Who never-more shall see The glory of that worth They left, who brought us forth. O thou allseeing light, High Precedent of heaven, You magistrates the stars Of that eternal Court Of Providence and Right, Are these the bounds y'have given Th'vntran spassable 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 over-thro?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1659–1752 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 27 in this edition
Length
474 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T54 — Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mourningcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.780 (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 knew Caesar of her close intent? By Letters which before to him she sent. For when she had procur'd this meanes to die, She writes, and earnestly intreates, she might Be buried in one Tombe with Antony. Where by then Caesar gess'd all went not right. And forth-with sends, yet ere the message came She was dispatcht, he crost in his intent, Her prouidence had ordred so the same That she was sure none should her plot preuent THen thus we haue bepeld Th'accomplishment of woes, The full of ruine and The worst of worst of ills: And seene all hope expeld, That euer sweet repose Shall re-possesse the Land That Desolation fils, And where Ambition spils With vncontrouled hand, All th'issue of all those That so long rule haue held: To make vs no more vs, But cleane confound vs thus. And canst ô 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 feet so pure, Whose vnknown head we hold A powre diuine to be? Thou that didst euer see Thy free banks vncontrould, Liue vnder thine own care: Ah wilt thou beare it now? And now wilt yeeld thy streams A pray to other Reames? Draw backe thy waters flo To thy concealed head: Rockes strangle vp thy waues. Stop Cataractes thy fall. And turne thy courses so, That sandy Desarts dead, (The world of dust that craues To swallow thee vp all,) May drinke so much as shall Reuiue from vastie graues Aliuing green which spred Far florishing, may gro On that wide face of Death, Where nothing now drawes breath. Fatten some people there, Euen as thou vs hast done, With plenties wanton store, And feeble luxurie: And them as vs prepare Fit for the day of mone Respected not before. Leaue leuell'd Egypt drie, A barren pray to lie, 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 be, Sith thou art what thou art: Let not our race possesse Th'inheritance of shame, The fee of sin, that we Haue left them for their part: The yoke of whose distresse Must still vpbraidour blame, Telling from whom it came. Our weight of want onnesse Lies heauie 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'vntran spassable barres, That limit pride so short, Is greatnesse of this sort, That greatnesse greatnesse marres, And wracks it selfe, selfe driuen On Rocks of her own might? Doth Order order so Disorders ouer-thro?