Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
What stuff is this? How say you? 'Tis true my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis, So is she heir of Naples, 'twixt which Regions There is some space. A space, whose every cubit Seems to cry out, how shall that Claribell Measure us back to Naples? keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death That now hath seized them, why they were no worse Than now they are: There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps: Lords, that can prate As amply, and unnecessarily As this Gonzallo: I myself could make A Chough of as deep chat: O, that you bore The mind that I do; what a sleep were this For your advancement? Do you understand me? Me thinks I do. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? I remember You did supplant your Brothet Prospero. True: And look how well my Garments sit upon me, Much feater than before: My Brother's servants Were then my fellows, now they are my men. But for your conscience. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe 'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feel not This Deity in my bosom:' Twenty consciences That stand 'twixt me, and Milan, candied be they, And melt ere they mollest: here lies your Brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like (that's dead) Whom I with this obedient steel (three inches of it) Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you doing thus, To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel: this Sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course: for all the rest They'll take suggestion, as a Cat laps milk, They'll tell the clock, to any business that We say befits the hour. Thy case, dear Friend Shall be my precedent: As thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest, And I the King shall love thee. Draw together: And when I rear my hand, do you the like To fall it on Gonzalo. O, but one word. My Master through his Art foresees the danger That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth (For else his project dies) to keep them living. While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed Conspiracy His time doth take: If of Life you keep a care, Shake off slumber and beware. Awake, awake. Then let us both be sudden. Now, good Angels preserve the King. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? What's the matter? Whiles we stood here securing your repose, (Even now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like Bulls, or rather Lions, dided not wake you? It strooke mine ear most terribly. I heard nothing. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monster's ear; To make an earthquake: sure it was the roar Of a whole heard of Lions.
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What ſtuffe is this? How ſay you? 'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis, So is ſhe heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions There is ſome ſpace. A ſpace, whoſe eu'ry cubit Seemes to cry out, how ſhall that Claribell Meaſure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis, And let Sebaſtian wake. Say, this were death That now hath ſeiz'd them, why they were no worſe Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples As well as he that ſleepes: Lords, that can prate As amply, and vnneceſſarily As this Gonzallo: I my ſelfe could make A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore The minde that I do; what a ſleepe were this For your aduancement? Do you vnderſtand me? Me thinkes I do. And how do's your content Tender your owne good fortune? I remember You did ſupplant your Brothet Proſpero. True: And looke how well my Garments ſit vpon me, Much feater then before: My Brothers ſeruants Were then my fellowes, now they are my men. But for your conſcience. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe 'Twould put me to my ſlipper: But I feele not This Deity in my boſome: 'Twentie conſciences That ſtand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they, And melt ere they molleſt: Heere lies your Brother, No better then the earth he lies vpon, If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead) Whom I with this obedient ſteele (three inches of it) Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus, To the perpetuall winke for aye might put This ancient morſell: this Sir Prudence, who Should not vpbraid our courſe: for all the reſt They'l take ſuggeſtion, as a Cat laps milke, They'l tell the clocke, to any buſineſſe that We ſay befits the houre. Thy caſe, deere Friend Shall be my preſident: As thou got'ſt Millaine, I'le come by Naples: Draw thy ſword, one ſtroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paieſt, And I the King ſhall loue thee. Draw together: And when I reare my hand, do you the like To fall it on Gonzalo. O, but one word. My Maſter through his Art foreſees the danger That you (his friend) are in, and ſends me forth (For elſe his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing. While you here do ſnoaring lie, Open-ey'd Conſpiracie His time doth take: If of Life you keepe a care, Shake off ſlumber and beware. Awake, awake. Then let vs both be ſodaine. Now, good Angels preſerue the King. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghaſtly looking? What's the matter? Whiles we ſtood here ſecuring your repoſe, (Euen now) we heard a hollow burſt of bellowing Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you? It ſtrooke mine eare moſt terribly. I heard nothing. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monſters eare; To make an earthquake: ſure it was the roare Of a whole heard of Lyons.