Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
I swear to do this: though a present death Had been more merciful. Come on (poor Babe) Some powerful Spirit instruct the Kites and Ravens To be thy Nurses. Wolves and Bears, they say, (Casting their savageness aside) have done Like offices of Pity. Sir, be prosperous In more than this deed does require; and Blessing Against this Cruelty, fight on thy side (Poor Thing, condemned to loss.) No: I'll not rear Another's Issue. Please ' your Highness, Posts From those you sent to th' Oracle, are come An hour since: Cleomines and Dion, Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to th' Court. So please you (Sir) their speed Hath been beyond account. Twenty three days They have been absent: 'tis good speed: foretells The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear: Prepare you Lords, Summon a Session, that we may arraign Our most disloyal Lady: for as she hath Been publicly accused, so shall she have A just and open Trial. While she lives, My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me, And think upon my bidding. The Clymat's delicate, the Air most sweet, Fertile the Isle, the Temple much surpassing The common praise it bears. I shall report, For most it caught me, the Celestial Habits, (methinks I so should term them) and the reverence Of the grave Wearers. O, the Sacrifice, How ceremonious, solemn, and un-earthly It was i' th' Offering? But of all, the burst And the ear-deaf'ning Voice o' th' Oracle, Kin to Jove's Thunder, so surprised my Sense, That I was nothing. It th' event o' th' journey Prove as successful to the Queen (O be't so) As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, speedy, The time is worth the use on't. Great Apollo Turn all to th' best: these Proclamations, So forcing faults upon Hermione, I little like. The violent carriage of it Will clear, or end the Business, when the Oracle (Thus by Apollo's great Divine sealed up) Shall the Contents discover: something rare Even then will rush to knowledge. Go: fresh Horses, And gracious be the issue. This Sessions (to our great grief we pronounce) Even bushes 'gainst our heart. The party tried, The Daughter of a King, our Wife, and one Of us too much beloved. Let us be cleared Of being tyrannous, since we so openly Proceed in justice, which shall have due course, Even to the Gild, or the Purgation: Produce the Prisoner. It is his highness' pleasure, that the Queen Appear in person, here in Court. Read the Indictment. Hermione, Queen to the worthy Leontes, King of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned of High Treason, in committing Adultery with Polixenes King of Bohemia, and conspiring with Camillo to take away the Life of our Sovereign Lord the King, thy Royal Husband: the pretence whereof being by circumstances partly laid open, thou (Hermione) contrary to the Faith and Allegiance of a true Subject, didst counsel and aid them, for their better safety, to fly away by Night.
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I ſweare to doe this: though a preſent death Had beene more mercifull. Come on (poore Babe) Some powerfull Spirit inſtruct the Kytes and Rauens To be thy Nurſes. Wolues and Beares, they ſay, (Caſting their ſauageneſſe aſide) haue done Like offices of Pitty. Sir, be proſperous In more then this deed do's require; and Bleſſing Againſt this Crueltie, fight on thy ſide (Poore Thing, condemn'd to loſſe.) No: Ile not reare Anothers Iſſue. Pleaſe' your Highneſſe, Poſts From thoſe you ſent to th' Oracle, are come An houre ſince: Cleomines and Dion, Being well arriu'd from Delphos, are both landed, Haſting to th' Court. So pleaſe you (Sir) their ſpeed Hath beene beyond accompt. Twentie three dayes They haue beene abſent: 'tis good ſpeed: fore-tells The great Apollo ſuddenly will haue The truth of this appeare: Prepare you Lords, Summon a Seſſion, that we may arraigne Our moſt ſloyall Lady▪ for as ſhe hath Been publikely accus'd, ſo ſhall ſhe haue A iuſt and open Triall. While ſhe liues, My heart will be a burthen to me. Leaue me, And thinke vpon my bidding. The Clymat's delicate, the Ayre moſt ſweet, Fertile the Iſle, the Temple much ſurpaſſing The common prayſe it beares. I ſhall report, For moſt it caught me, the Celeſtiall Habits, (Me thinkes I ſo ſhould terme them) and the reuerence Of the graue Wearers. O, the Sacrifice, How ceremonious, ſolemne, and vn-earthly It was i' th' Offring? But of all, the burſt And the eare-deaffning Voyce o' th' Oracle, Kin to Ioues Thunder, ſo ſurpriz'd my Sence, That I was nothing. It th' euent o' th' Iourney Proue as ſucceſſefull to the Queene (O be't ſo) As it hath beene to vs, rare, pleaſant, ſpeedie, The time is worth the vſe on't. Great Apollo Turne all to th' beſt: theſe Proclamations, So forcing faults vpon Hermione, I little like. The violent carriage of it Will cleare, or end the Buſineſſe, when the Oracle (Thus by Apollo's great Diuine ſeal'd vp) Shall the Contents diſcouer: ſomething rare Euen then will ruſh to knowledge. Goe: freſh Horſes, And gracious be the iſſue. This Seſſions (to our great griefe we pronounce) Euen puſhes 'gainſt our heart. The partie try'd, The Daughter of a King, our Wife, and one Of vs too much belou'd. Let vs be clear'd Of being tyrannous, ſince we ſo openly Proceed in Iuſtice, which ſhall haue due courſe, Euen to the Guilt, or the Purgation: Produce the Priſoner. It is his Highneſſe pleaſure, that the Queene Appeare in perſon, here in Court. Reade the Indictment. Hermione, Queene to the worthy Leontes, King of Sicilia, thou art here accuſed and arraigned of High Treaſon, in committing Adultery with Polixenes King of Bohemia, and conſpiring with Camillo to take away the Life of our Soueraigne Lord the King, thy Royall Husband: the pretence whereof being by circumſtances partly layd open, thou (Hermione) contrary to the Faith and Allegeance of a true Subiect▪ didſt counſaile and ayde them, for their better ſafetie, to flye away by Night.