Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
MY daughter fled? and with Hortensio, It bears no formal shape of likelihood, Her Eagle spirit soared to proud a pitch, To seize so base a prey; let privy search Look through the cities bosom till they find her: For gone she is not. Has not Anthony's son Sent them by some base practice to their death? His breasts too full of honour; trusty Iulio? What weighty business draws thee from thy charge? Came not the cause afore me? the proud Mantuans Basely revolt, deposed me from the seat And chair of Regentship, sending in quest Of proud Anthonio their late-banished Duke, Him if they find or Aspero his son they'll reinstall him in the regiment. Him let them seek in the vast shades of death, as for his son. he's sure enough my Lord, he was a mad knave when he came in, but I think, I have made a tame fool of him by this time: for a has neither had bread nor water these four and forty hours. More villain thou. My Lord, Hortensio was the villain, he left such command with me, he's the wheel that turns about, and I a Country Iack must strike when I am commanded. Although my foe, he's honourably tempered, Yet armed against my life go call him forth, Guard in my safety with a ring of steel, And mark how proudly he'll demean revenge. Goblins, spirits, furies, fairies, the prison is haunted. With a knave is't not? Yes, and an old fool my Lord, in the likeness of Hortensio. Villain where's Aspero. I know not my Lord: I let him in and my Lady to laugh at him, and it seems, he consented to treason, and let him out in his apparel. They consented together to cozen me, for taking delight (as my betters may do) in a foolish pastime called Blindman's buff, they stole away my gown, escaped the prison, and left me in fools paradise, where, what song I have played, my Viol can witness, they made me a little better than a bawd my Lord. In act: Not merely in act: sed cogitation, & id satis est vt inquit Suetonius. is he escaped: and Florimell with him? Hortensio thy head shall answer it. I pray let my tongue be my heads Attorney, and plead my excuse. Urge no excuse, away with him to prison. It shall be done my Lord. Nay you sir too, shall taste of the same sauce, away with both, Come my sons, Let's levy present arms 'gainst Mantua. Being scarce come home we must abroad again, The Common good's a careful PRINCE's pain. You that in all my banished pilgrimage, Would never alienate your natural loves, But in desire to see me reinstalled, Have thrust out proud Octavio's substitute, And seated me in ancient dignity, I am yours, and ready at your best dispose.
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MY daughter fled? and with Hortenſio, It beares no formall ſhape of likelyhood, Hir Eagle ſpirit ſoard to proud a pitch, To ſeixe ſo baſe a prey; let priuy ſearche Look through the citties boſome till they find her: For gone ſhe is not. Has not Anthonies ſonne Sent them by ſome baſe practiſe to their death? His breaſts too full of honor; truſty Iulio? What waighty buſineſſe drawes thee from thy charge? Came not the cauſe afore me? the proud Manuan Baſely reuolt, depoſde me from the ſeate And chayre of Regentſhip, ſending in queſt Of proude Anthonio their late-bani Duke, Him if they find or Aſpero his ſonne Theile reinſtall him in the regiment▪ Him let them ſeeke in the vaſt ſhades of death, as for his ſonne. Hee's ſure ynough my Lord, he was a mad knue when he came in, but J thinke, I haue made a tme ſoole of him by this time: for a has neither had bread nor water theſe foure and forty houres. More villain thou. My Lord, Hortenſio was the villain, he left ſuch command with mee, hee's the wheele that turnes about, and I a Country Iack muſt ſtrike when I am commanded. Although my foe, hee's honorably tempred, Yet armd againſt my life goe▪ call him forth, Guard in my ſafety with ring of ſteele, And marke how proudly heele demeane reuenge. Goblins, ſpirits, furie, feryes, the priſon is haunted. With a knaue is't not? Yes, and an olde foole my Lord, in the likeneſſe of Hortenſio. Villain where's Aſpero. I know not my Lord: I let him in and my Lady to laugh at him, and it ſeemes, he conſented to treaſon, and let him out in his apparrell. They conſented togither to couſen me, for taking delight (as my betters may doe) in a fooliſh paſtime called Blindmans buffe, they ſtole away my gowne, eſcapt the priſon, and left mee in fooles paradice, where, what ſong I haue playd, my Violl can witneſſe, they made me a little better then a bawd my Lord. In act: Not meerly in act: ſed cogitatione, & id ſatis eſt vt inquit Suetonius. Js hee eſcapt▪ and Florimell with him? Hortenſio thy head ſhall anſwerit. I pray let my tongue be my heads Atturney, and pleade my excuſe. Vrge no excuſe, away with him to priſon. It ſhall be done my Lord. Nay you ſir too, ſhall taſte of the ſame ſauce, away with both, Come my ſonnes, Lets leauy preſent armes gaynſt Mantua. Being ſcarce come home we muſt abroad againe, The Common good's a catefull Princes payne. You that in all my baniſht pilgrimage, Would neuer alienate your naturall loues, But in deſire to ſee me reinſtalld, Haue thruſt out proude Octauices ſubſtitute, And ſeated me in antient dignity, I am yours, and ready at your beſt diſpoſe.