Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
(On which heaven rides) knit all the Greekish cares To his experienced tongue, yet let it please both Thou great and wise, to hear Ulysses speak. Troy yet upon his bases had been down, And the great Hector's sword had lacked a master But for these instances. The specialty of rule hath been neglected, And look how many Grecian tents do stand, Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions, When that the general is not like the hive, To whom the foragers shall all repair, What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded Th'unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre Observe degree, priority and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season form, Office and custom, in all line of order. And therefore is the glorious planet Sol, In noble eminence enthroned and sphered, Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye, Corrects the influence of evil Planets, And posts like the Commandment of a King, Sans check to good and bad. But when the Planets, In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny? What raging of the sea, shaking of earth? Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure: O when degree is shaked, Which is the ladder of all high designs, The enterprise is sick. How could communities; Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in Cities, Peaceful commerce from devidable shores, The primogenitie and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree stand in authentic place: Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark what discord follows, each thing melts In mere oppugnancie: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead. Force should be right or rather right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice to? Then every thing include itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite, And appetite an universal Wolf, (So doubly seconded with will and power) Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, This chaos when degree is suffocate, Follows the choking. And this neglection of degree it is, That by a pace goes backward with a purpose It hath to climb. The general's disdained, By him one step below, he by the next, That next by him beneath, so every step, Exampled by the first pace that is sick Of his superior, grows to an envious fever Of pale and bloodless emulation, And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, Troy in our weakness stands not in her strength. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discovered, The fever whereof all our power is sick. The nature of the sickness found Ulysses What is the remedy?
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(On which heauen rides) knit all the Greekish cares To his experienc't tongue, yet let it please both Thou great and wise, to heare Vlisses speake. Troy yet vpon his bases had beene downe, And the great Hectors sword had lackt a master But for these instances. The specialtie of rule hath beene neglected, And looke how many Grecian tents do stand, Hollow vpon this plaine, so many hollow factions, When that the generall is not like the hiue, To whom the forragers shall all repaire, What honey is expected? Degree being visarded Th'vnworthiest shewes as fairly in the maske. The heauens them-selues, the plannets and this center Obserue degree, prioritie and place, In sisture, course, proportion, season forme, Office and custome, in all line of order. And therefore is the glorious planet Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spherd, Amidst the other; whose medcinable eye, Corrects the influence of euill Planets, And posts like the Commandment of a King, Sans check to good and bad. But when the Planets, In euill mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutinie? What raging of the sea, shaking of earth? Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors Diurt and crack, rend and deracinate, The vnitie and married clame of states Quite from their fixure: O when degree is shakt, Which is the ladder of all high designes, The enterprise is sick. How could communities; Degrees in schooles, and brother-hoods in Citties, Peacefull commerce from deuidable shores, The primogenitie and due of birth, Prerogatiue of age, crownes, scepters, lawrels, Bu by degree stand in authentique place: Take but degree away, vntune that string, And harke what discord followes, each thing melts In meere oppugnancie: the bounded waters Should lift their bosomes higher then the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be Lord of imbecilitie, And the rude sonne should strike his father dead. Force should be right or rather right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse iarre Iustice recides) Should loose their names, and so should lustice to? Then euery thing include it selfe in power, Power into will will into appetite, And appetite an vniuersall Woolfe, (So doubly seconded with will and power) Must make perforce an vniuersall prey, And last eate vp himselfe. Great Agamemnon, This chaos when degree is suffocate, Followes the choaking. And this neglection of degree it is, That by a pace goes backward with a purpose It hath to clime. The generalls disdaind, By him one step below, he by the next, That next by him beneath, so euery step, Exampl'd by the first pace that is sick Of his superior, growes to an enuious feauer Of pale and bloudlesse emulation, And 'tis this feauer that keepes Troy on foote, Not her owne sinnews. To end a tale of length, Troy in our weaknesse stands not in her strength. Most wisely hath Vlies here discouerd, The feuer whereof all our power is sick. The nature of the sicknesse found Vlisses What is the remedie?