Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Therein do men from children nothing differ. I pray thee peace, I will be flesh and blood, For there was never yet Philosopher, That could endure the toothache patiently, How ever they have writ the stile of gods, And made a push at chance and sufferance. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself, Make those that do offend you, suffer too. There thou speakest reason, nay I will do so, My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied, And that shall Claudio know, so shall the Prince, And all of them that thus dishonour her. Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily. Good den, good den. Good day to both of you. Hear you my Lords? We have some haste Leonato. Some haste my Lord! well, fareyouwel my Lord, Are you so hasty now? well, all is one. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man. If he could rite himself with quarrelling, Some of us would lie low. Who wrongs him? Marry thou dost wrong me, thou dissembler, thou: Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, I fear thee not. Marry beshrew my hand, If it should give your age such cause of fear, Infaith my hand meant nothing to my sword. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me, I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool, As under privilege of age to brag, What I have done being young, or what would do, Were I not old, know Claudio to thy head, Thou hast so wronged my innocent child and me, That I am forced to lay my reverence by, And with grey hairs and bruise of many days, Do challenge thee to trial of a man, I say thou hast belied mine innocent child. Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, And she lies buried with her ancestors: O in a tomb where never scandal slept, Save this of hers, framed by thy villainy. My villainy? Thine Claudio, thine I say. You say not right old man. My Lord, my Lord, I'll prove it on his body if he dare, Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, His May of youth, and bloom of lustihood. Away, I will not have to do with you. Canst thou so daffe me? thou hast killed my child, If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed, But that's no matter, let him kill one first: Win me and wear me, let him answer me, Come follow me boy, come sir boy, come follow me Sir boy, i'll whip you from your foining fence, Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. Brother. Content yourself, God knows I loved my niece, And she is dead, slandered to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man indeed, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue. Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops. Brother Anthony.
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Therein do men from children nothing differ. I pray thee peace, I will be fleſh and bloud, For there was neuer yet Philoſopher, That could endure the tooth-ake patiently, How euer they haue writ the ſtile of gods, And made a puſh at chance and ſufferance. Yet bend not all the harme vpon your ſelfe, Make thoſe that doe offend you, ſuffer too. There thou ſpeak'ſt reaſon, nay I will doe ſo, My ſoule doth tell me, Hero is belied, And that ſhall Claudio know, ſo ſhall the Prince, And all of them that thus diſhonour her. Here comes the Prince and Claudio haſtily. Good den, good den. Good day to both of you. Heare you my Lords? We haue ſome haſte Leonato. Some haſte my Lord! wel, fareyouwel my Lord, Are you ſo haſty now? well, all is one. Nay, do not quarrell with vs, good old man. If he could rite himſelfe with quarrelling, Some of vs would lie low. Who wrongs him? Marry yu doſt wrong me, thou diſſembler, thou: Nay, neuer lay thy hand vpon thy ſword, I feare thee not. Marry beſhrew my hand, If it ſhould giue your age ſuch cauſe of feare, Infaith my hand meant nothing to my ſword. Tuſh, tuſh, man, neuer fleere and ieſt at me, I ſpeake not like a doard, nor a foole, As vnder priuiledge of age to bragge, What I haue done being yong, or what would doe, Were I not old, know Claudio to thy head, Thou haſt ſo wrong'd my innocent childe and me, That I am forc'd to lay my reuerence by, And with grey haires and bruiſe of many daies, Doe challenge thee to triall of a man, I ſay thou haſt belied mine innocent childe. Thy ſlander hath gone through and through her heart, And ſhe lies buried with her anceſtors: O in a tombe where neuer ſcandall ſlept, Saue this of hers, fram'd by thy villanie. My villany? Thine Claudio, thine I ſay. You ſay not right old man. My Lord, my Lord, Ile proue it on his body if he dare, Deſpight his nice fence, and his actiue practiſe, His Maie of youth, and bloome of luſtihood. Away, I will not haue to do with you. Canſt thou ſo daffe me? thou haſt kild my child, If thou kilſt me, boy, thou ſhalt kill a man. He ſhall kill two of vs, and men indeed, But that's no matter, let him kill one firſt: Win me and weare me, let him anſwere me, Come follow me boy, come ſir boy, come follow me Sir boy, ile whip you from your foyning fence, Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. Brother. Content your ſelf, God knows I lou'd my neece, And ſhe is dead, ſlander'd to death by villaines, That dare as well anſwer a man indeede, As I dare take a ſerpent by the tongue. Boyes, apes, braggarts, Iackes, milke-ſops. Brother Anthony.