Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Well said, Noble woman: Before he should thus stoop to ' th' heart, but that The violent fit o' th' time craves it as Physic For the whole State; I would put mine Armour on, Which I can scarcely bear. What must I do? Return to th' Tribunes. Well, what then? what then? Repent, what you have spoke. For them, I cannot do it to the Gods, Must I then do't to them? You are too absolute, Though therein you can never be too Noble, But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, Honour and Policy, like vnseuer'd Friends, I' th' War do grow together: Grant that, and tell me In Peace, what each of them by th' other lose, That they combine not there? Tush, tush. A good demand. If it be Honour in your Wars, to seem The same you are not, which for your best ends You adopt your policy: How is it less or worse That it shall hold Companionship in Peace With Honour, as in War; since that to both It stands in like request. Why force you this? Because, that Now it lies you on to speak to th' people: Not by your own instruction, nor by ' th' matter Which your heart prompts you, but with such words That are but roated in your Tongue; Though but Bastards, and Syllables Of no allowance, to your bosom's truth. Now, this no more dishonours you at all, Then to take in a Town with gentle words, Which else would put you to your fortune, and The hazard of much blood. I would dissemble with my Nature, where My Fortunes and my Friends at stake, required I should do so in Honor. I am in this Your Wife, your Son: These Senators, the Nobles, And you, will rather show our general Lowts, How you can frown, then spend a fawn upon 'em, For the inheritance of their loves, and safeguard Of what that want might ruin. Noble Lady, Come go with us, speak fair: you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the loss Of what is past. I pry thee now, my Son, Go to them, with this Bonnet in thy hand, And thus far having stretched it (here be with them) Thy Knee bussing the stones: for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned than the ears, waving thy head, Which often thus correcting thy stout heart, Now humble as the ripest Mulberry, That will not hold the handling: or say to them, Thou art their Soldier, and being bred in broils, Hast not the soft way, which thou dost confess Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, In ask their good loves, but thou wilt frame Thyself (forsooth) hereafter theirs so far, As thou hast power and person.
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Well ſaid, Noble woman: Before he ſhould thus ſtoope to' th' heart, but that The violent fit a' th' time craues it as Phyſicke For the whole State; I would put mine Armour on, Which I can ſcarſely beare. What muſt I do? Returne to th' Tribunes. Well, what then? what then? Repent, what you haue ſpoke. For them, I cannot do it to the Gods, Muſt I then doo't to them? You are too abſolute, Though therein you can neuer be too Noble, But when extremities ſpeake. I haue heard you ſay, Honor and Policy, like vnſeuer'd Friends, I' th' Warre do grow together: Grant that, and tell me In Peace, what each of them by th' other looſe, That they combine not there? Tuſh, tuſh. A good demand. If it be Honor in your Warres, to ſeeme The ſame you are not, which for your beſt ends You adopt your policy: How is it leſſe or worſe That it ſhall hold Companionſhip in Peace With Honour, as in Warre; ſince that to both It ſtands in like requeſt. Why force you this? Becauſe, that Now it lyes you on to ſpeake to th' people: Not by your owne inſtruction, nor by' th' matter Which your heart prompts you, but with ſuch words That are but roated in your Tongue; Though but Baſtards, and Syllables Of no allowance, to your boſomes truth. Now, this no more diſhonors you at all, Then to take in a Towne with gentle words, Which elſe would put you to your fortune, and The hazard of much blood. I would diſſemble with my Nature, where My Fortunes and my Friends at ſtake, requir'd I ſhould do ſo in Honor. I am in this Your Wife, your Sonne: Theſe Senators, the Nobles, And you, will rather ſhew our generall Lowts, How you can frowne, then ſpend a fawne vpon 'em, For the inheritance of their loues, and ſafegard Of what that want might ruine. Noble Lady, Come goe with vs, ſpeake faire: you may ſalue ſo, Not what is dangerous preſent, but the loſſe Of what is paſt. I pry thee now, my Sonne, Goe to them, with this Bonnet in thy hand, And thus farre hauing ſtretcht it (here be with them) Thy Knee buſſing the ſtones: for in ſuch buſineſſe Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned then the eares, wauing thy head, Which often thus correcting thy ſtout heart, Now humble as the ripeſt Mulberry, That will not hold the handling: or ſay to them, Thou art their Souldier, and being bred in broyles, Haſt not the ſoft way, which thou do'ſt confeſſe Were fit for thee to vſe, as they to clayme, In asking their good loues, but thou wilt frame Thy ſelfe (forſooth) hereafter theirs ſo farre, As thou haſt power and perſon.