Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Hold your peaces. Good my Lord. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves: You are abused, and by some butter on, That will be damned for't: would I knew the Villain, I would Land-damne him: be she honor-flawed, I have three daughters: the eldest is eleven; The second, and the third, nine: and some five: If this prove true, they'll pay for't. By mine Honour I'll gelled 'em all: fourteen they shall not see To bring false generations: they are coheirs, And I had rather glib myself, than they Should not produce fair issue. Cease, no more: You smell this business with a sense as cold As is a deadman's nose: but I do see't, and feel't, As you feel doing thus: and see withal The Instruments that feel. If it be so, We need no grave to bury honesty, There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten Of the whole dungy-earth. What? lacke I credit? I had rather you did lack than I (my Lord) Upon this ground: and more it would content me To have her Honour true, than your suspicion Be blamed for't how you might. Why what need we Commune with you of this? but rather follow Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative Calls not your Counsels, but our natural goodness Imparts this: which, if you, or stupefied, Or seeming so, in skill, cannot, or will not Relish a truth, like us: inform yourselves, We need no more of your advice: the matter, The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, Is all properly ours. And I wish (my Liege) You had only in your silent judgement tried it, Without more overture. How could that be? Either thou art most ignorant by age, Or thou were't borne a fool: Camillo's flight Added to their Familiarity (Which was as gross, as ever touched conjecture, That lacked sight only, nought for approbation But only seeing, all other circumstances Made up to ' th' deed) doth push-on this proceeding. Yet, for a greater confirmation (For in an Act of this importance, 'twere Most piteous to be wild) I have dispatched in post, To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's Temple, Cleomines and Dion, whom you know Of stuff'dsufficiency: Now, from the Oracle They will bring all, whose spiritual counsel had Shall stop, or spur me. Have I done well? Well done (my Lord.) Though I am satisfied, and need no more Than what I know, yet shall the Oracle Give rest to th' minds of others; such as he Whose ignorant credulity, will not Come up to th' truth. So have we thought it good From our free person, she should be confined, Lest that the treachery of the two, fled hence, Be left her to perform. Come follow us, We are to speak in public: for this business Will raise us all. To laughter, as I take it, If the good truth, were known.
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Hold your peaces. Good my Lord. It is for you we ſpeake, not for our ſelues: You are abus'd, and by ſome putter on, That will be damn'd for't: would I knew the Villaine, I would Land-damne him: be ſhe honor-flaw'd, I haue three daughters: the eldeſt is eleuen; The ſecond, and the third, nine: and ſome fiue: If this proue true, they'l pay for't. By mine Honor Ile gell'd em all: fourteene they ſhall not ſee To bring falſe generations: they are co-heyres, And I had rather glib my ſelfe, then they Should not produce faire iſſue. Ceaſe, no more: You ſmell this buſineſſe with a ſence as cold As is a dead-mans noſe: but I do ſee't, and feel't, As you feele doing thus: and ſee withall The Inſtruments that feele. If it be ſo, We neede no graue to burie honeſty, There's not a graine of it, the face to ſweeten Of the whole dungy-earth. What? lacke I credit? I had rather you did lacke then I (my Lord) Vpon this ground: and more it would content me To haue her Honor true, then your ſuſpition Be blam'd for't how you might. Why what neede we Commune with you of this? but rather follow Our forcefull inſtigation? Our prerogatiue Cals not your Counſailes, but our naturall goodneſſe Imparts this: which, if you, or ſtupified, Or ſeeming ſo, in skill, cannot, or will not Relliſh a truth, like vs: informe your ſelues, We neede no more of your aduice: the matter, The loſſe, the gaine, the ord'ring on't, Is all properly ours▪ And I wiſh (my Liege) You had onely in your ſilent iudgement tride it, Without more ouerture. How could that be? Either thou art moſt ignorant by age, Or thou wer't borne a foole: Camillo's flight Added to their Familiarity (Which was as groſſe, as euer touch'd coniecture, That lack'd ſight onely, nought for approbation But onely ſeeing, all other circumſtances Made vp to 'th deed) doth puſh-on this proceeding. Yet, for a greater confirmation (For in an Acte of this importance, 'twere Moſt pitteous to be wilde) I haue diſpatch'd in poſt, To ſacred Delphos, to Appollo's Temple, Cleomines and Dion, whom you know Of ſtuff'd-ſufficiency: Now, from the Oracle They will bring all, whoſe ſpirituall counſaile had Shall ſtop, or ſpurre me. Haue I done well? Well done (my Lord.) Though I am ſatisfide, and neede no more Then what I know, yet ſhall the Oracle Giue reſt to th' mindes of others; ſuch as he Whoſe ignorant credulitie, will not Come vp to th' truth. So haue we thought it good From our free perſon, ſhe ſhould be confinde, Leaſt that the treachery of the two, fled hence, Be left her to performe. Come follow vs, We are to ſpeake in publique: for this buſineſſe Will raiſe vs all. To laughter, as I take it, If the good truth, were knowne.