Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.83 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
For which blood I'll have vengeance, & my tears Shall never dry till it be perfitted. Madam, forbear complaining; would this were The worst of mischief's journey. Know you worse? I dare not speak my knowledge, though my heart Leaps twixt my lips to utter Mysteries. Note you that Salumith? Yes. it hath pinched her on the petticoat. Sir, as you're noble, whatsoe'er you know Of these mishaps, with freedom utter it. Utter it; For heaven's sake utter it, noble, worthy Lord. Madam, I dare not. As you love virtue speak it; let my tears Win so much from thy goodness; noble Sir, Soul of thy Generation, thou honestest 'mongst men: O speak it, speak it. Note you this Courtship? Yes, 'tis Sorcery. Good Sweet, unlock these counsels. By all the bonds of Chastity and truth, It shall proceed no further. You have laid Such strong Commandments on me I must yield: Hark, your ears. Are they not kissing Madam? Yes; may poison flow between them. Antipater; he drown him! Nay, be still; you shall hear greater mischief. Poison me, if he perish! O you Gods, What Treason lurks in Greatness; this hath made Wounds in my heart, through which his love and name, Is fled from me for ever! 'tis a fault Which asks your deepest wisdom: come, let's in; I'll tell you stranger Stories. Yet I fear, None that can draw more vengeance or despair. Awaken Madam, they are vanished. Not from mine outrage, that shall like a storm Follow them and confound them; I will make The world in blood, text down my cruelty. I cannot blame you, 'tis strange impudence. I'll be revenged; by all my hopes I will, Highly and deeply; shallow fool, no more; Still waters drown, the shallow do but roar. I'll not be far behind, but help to send All unto hell; 'tis for a Crown I stand, And Crowns are oft the ruins of a Land. Thus have we quelled Rebellion; thus (like smoke) Vanishes hence the name of Anthony: Only some Props remain yet; which I'll rend up by the roots and scatter: amongst which Ungrateful Herod is a Principal; On whom I'll shower my vengeance. Gracious Sir; the King of Iuda, like a Supplicant, Desires access unto your Majesty. Who, Herod? Sir, the same. 'tis a strange overdaring. An attempt wisdom would hardly run to. Call him in; He dares not come to brave us; Rome hath power To shake a stronger building; and his fears Are glasses of his danger: no man look On Iuda, but with hatred. Mighty Sir; to you, as him of whom I first received. The Crown of Iuda, humbly I return it; And thus arise. Know now (the great'st 'mongst men) 'tis not for Life I plead, but Honesty, For Virtue, Valour, Honour, Prowess, Grace, And all good men's acquaintance: I confess, I aided Anthony; if for that I fall, A true friends tears shall be my Funeral.
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For which blood Ile haue vengeance, & my tears Shall neuer drye till it bee perfited. Madam, forbeare complaining; would this were The worst of Mischiefes iourney. Know you worse? I dare not speake my knowledge, though my heart Leapes twixt my lips to vtter Mysteries. Note you that Salumith? Yes. it hath pincht her on the petticoate. Sir, as y'are noble, whatsoere you know Of these mishaps, with freedome vtter it. Vtter it; For Heau'ns sake vtter it, noble, worthy Lord. Madam, I dare not. As you loue vertue speake it; let my teares Winne so much from thy goodnesse; noble Sir, Soule of thy Generation, thou honestest' mongst men: O speake it, speake it. Note you this Courtship? Yes, tis Sorcery. Good Sweete, vnlocke these counsels. By all the bonds of Chastity and truth, It shall proceede no further. You haue laid Such strong Commandments on me I must yeeld: Harke, your eares. Are they not kissing Madam? Yes; may poyson flow betweene them. Antipater; he drowne him! Nay, be still; you shall heare greater mischiefe. Poyson me, if he perish! O you Gods, What Treason lurkes in Greatnesse; this hath made Wounds in my heart, through which his loue and name, Is fled from me for euer! Tis a fault Which asks your deepest wisedome: come, let's in; Ile tell you stranger Stories. Yet I feare, None that can draw more vengeance or despaire. Awaken Madam, they are vanished. Not from mine outrage, that shall like a storme Follow them and confound them; I will make The world in blood, text downe my crultie. I cannot blame you, tis strange impudence. Ile be reueng'd; by all my hopes I will, Highly and deeply; shallow foole, no more; Still waters drowne, the shallow doe but roare. Ile not be farre behinde, but helpe to send All vnto hell; tis for a Crowne I stand, And Crownes are oft the ruines of a Land. Thus haue we queld Rebellion; thus (like smoke) Vanishes hence the name of Anthony: Only some Props remaine yet; which Ile rend Vp by the roots and scatter: amongst which Vngratefull Herod is a Principall; On whom Ile shower my vengeance. Gracious Sir; the King of Iuda, like a Supplicant, Desires accesse vnto your Maiestie. Who, Herod? Sir, the same. Tis a strange ouer-daring. An attempt wisedome would hardly runne to. Call him in; Hee dares not come to braue vs; Rome hath power To shake a stronger building; and his feares Are glasses of his danger: no man looke On Iuda, but with hatred. Mighty Sir; to you, as him of whom I first receiu'd. The Crowne of Iuda, humbly I returne it; And thus arise. Know now (the great'st'mongst men) Tis not for Life I plead, but Honesty, For Vertue, Valour, Honour, Prowesse, Grace, And all good mens acquaintance: I confesse, I ayded Anthony; if for that I fall, A true friends teares shall bee my Funerall.