Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.74 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I'll follow thee a Month, device with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, And we of thee. So if the time thrust forth A cause for thy Repeal, we shall not send O'er the vast world, to seek a single man, And lose advantage, which doth ever cool I th' absence of the needer. Far ye well: Thou hast years upon thee, and thou art too full Of the wars surfeits, to go rove with one That's yet unbruised: bring me but out at gate. Come my sweet wife, my dearest Mother, and My Friends of Noble touch: when I am forth, Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you come: While I remain above the ground, you shall Hear from me still, and never of me aught But what is like me formerly. That's worthily As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep, If I could shake off but one seven years From these old arms and legs, by the good Gods I'd with thee, every foot. Give me thy hand, come. Bid them all home, he's gone: & we'll no further, The Nobility are vexed, whom we see have sided In his behalf. Now we have shown our power, Let us seem humbler after it is done, Then when it was a doing. Bid them home: say their great enemy is gone, And they, stand in their ancient strength. Dismiss them home. Here comes his Mother. Let's not meet her. Why? They say she's mad. They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way. Oh ye are well met: Th' hoarded plague o' th' Gods requited your love. Peace, peace, be not so loud. If that I could for weeping, you should hear, Nay, and you shall hear some. Will you be gone? You shall stay too: I would I had the power To say so to my Husband. Are you mankind? I fool, is that a shame. Note but this Fool, Was not a man my Father? Hadst thou Foxship To banish him that strooke more blows for Rome Then thou hast spoken words. Oh blessed Heavens! More Noble blows, than ever thou wise words. And for Rome's good, I'll tell thee what: yet go: Nay but thou shalt stay too: I would my Son Were in Arabia, and thy Tribe before him, His good Sword in his hand. What then? What then? he'd make an end of thy posterity Bastards, and all. Good man, the Wounds that he does bear for Rome! Come, come, peace. I would he had continued to his Country As he began, and not unknit himself The Noble knot he made. I would he had. I would he had? 'Twas you incensed the rabble. Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those Mysteries which heaven Will not have earth to know. Pray let's go.
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Ile follow thee a Moneth, deuiſe with thee Where thou ſhalt reſt, that thou may'ſt heare of vs, And we of thee. So if the time thruſt forth A cauſe for thy Repeale, we ſhall not ſend O're the vaſt world, to ſeeke a ſingle man, And looſe aduantage, which doth euer coole I th' abſence of the needer. Fare ye well: Thou haſt yeares vpon thee, and thou art too full Of the warres ſurfets, to go roue with one That's yet vnbruis'd: bring me but out at gate. Come my ſweet wife, my deereſt Mother, and My Friends of Noble touch: when I am forth, Bid me farewell, and ſmile. I pray you come: While I remaine aboue the ground, you ſhall Heare from me ſtill, and neuer of me ought But what is like me formerly. That's worthily As any eare can heare. Come, let's not weepe, If I could ſhake off but one ſeuen yeeres From theſe old armes and legges, by the good Gods I'ld with thee, euery foot. Giue me thy hand, come. Bid them all home, he's gone: & wee'l no further, The Nobility are vexed, whom we ſee haue ſided In his behalfe. Now we haue ſhewne our power, Let vs ſeeme humbler after it is done, Then when it was a dooing. Bid them home: ſay their great enemy is gone, And they, ſtand in their ancient ſtrength. Diſmiſſe them home. Here comes his Mother. Let's not meet her. Why? They ſay ſhe's mad. They haue tane note of vs: keepe on your way. Oh y' are well met: Th' hoorded plague a' th' Gods requit your loue. Peace, peace, be not ſo loud. If that I could for weeping, you ſhould heare, Nay, and you ſhall heare ſome. Will you be gone? You ſhall ſtay too: I would I had the power To ſay ſo to my Husband. Are you mankinde? I foole, is that a ſhame. Note but this Foole, Was not a man my Father? Had'ſt thou Foxſhip To baniſh him that ſtrooke more blowes for Rome Then thou haſt ſpoken words. Oh bleſſed Heauens! Moe Noble blowes, then euer yu wiſe words. And for Romes good, Ile tell thee what: yet goe: Nay but thou ſhalt ſtay too: I would my Sonne Were in Arabia, and thy Tribe before him, His good Sword in his hand. What then? What then? Hee'ld make an end of thy poſterity Baſtards, and all. Good man, the Wounds that he does beare for Rome! Come, come, peace. I would he had continued to his Country As he began, and not vnknit himſelfe The Noble knot he made. I would he had. I would he had? 'Twas you incenſt the rable. Cats, that can iudge as fitly of his worth, As I can of thoſe Myſteries which heauen Will not haue earth to know. Pray let's go.