Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.76 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man I think, that shall set them in present Action. So sir, hearty well met, and most glad of your Company. You take my part from me sir, I have the most cause to be glad of yours. Well, let us go together. A goodly City is this Antium. City, 'Tis I that made thy Widows: Many an heir Of these fair Edifices fore my Wars Have I heard groan, and drop: Then know me not, Lest that thy Wives with Spits, and Boys with stones In puny Battle slay me. Save you sir. And you. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Auffidius lies: Is he in Antium? He is, and Feasts the Nobles of the State, at his house this night. Which is his house, beseech you? This here before you. Thank you sir, farewell. Oh World, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose Hours, whose Bed, whose Meal and Exercise Are still together: who Twin (as 'twere) in Love, Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissension of a Doit, break out To bitterest Enmity: So fellest Foes, Whose Passions, and whose Plots have broke their sleep To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an Egg, shall grow dear friends And inter-ioyne their issues. So with me, My Birth-place have I, and my loves upon This Enemy Town: I'll enter, if he slay me He does fair justice: if he give me way, I'll do his Country Service. Wine, Wine, Wine: What service is here? I think our Fellows are asleep. Where's Cotus: my M. calls for him: Cotus. A goodly House: The Feast smells well: but I appear not like a Guest. What would you have Friend? whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray go to the door? I have deserved no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus. Whence are you sir? Has the Porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such Companions? Pray get you out. Away. Away? Get you away. Now th' art troublesome. Are you so brave: I'll have you talked with anon What Fellows this? A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o' th' house: Prithee call my Master to him. What have you to do here fellow? Pray you avoid the house. Let me but stand, I will not hurt your Hearth. What are you? A Gentleman. A maru'llous poor one. True, so I am. Pray you poor Gentleman, take up some other station: here's no place for you, pray you avoid: Come. Fellow your Function, go, and batten on cold bits. What you will not? Prithee tell my Master what a strange Guest he has here. And I shall. Where dwellest thou? Under the Canopy. Under the Canopy?
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I am ioyfull to heare of their readineſſe, and am the man I thinke, that ſhall ſet them in preſent Action. So ſir, heartily well met, and moſt glad of your Company. You take my part from me ſir, I haue the moſt cauſe to be glad of yours. Well, let vs go together. A goodly City is this Antium ▪ Citty, 'Tis I that made thy Widdowes: Many an heyre Of theſe faire Edifices fore my Warres Haue I heard groane, and drop: Then know me not, Leaſt that thy Wiues with Spits, and Boyes with ſtones In puny Battell ſlay me. Saue you ſir. And you. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Auffidius lies: Is he in Antium? He is, and Feaſts the Nobles of the State, at his houſe this night. Which is his houſe, beſeech you? This heere before you. Thanke you ſir, farewell. Oh World, thy ſlippery turnes! Friends now faſt ſworn, Whoſe double boſomes ſeemes to weare one heart, Whoſe Houres, whoſe Bed, whoſe Meale and Exerciſe Are ſtill together: who Twin (as 'twere) in Loue, Vnſeparable, ſhall within this houre, On a diſſention of a Doit, breake out To bittereſt Enmity: So felleſt Foes, Whoſe Paſſions, and whoſe Plots haue broke their ſleep To take the one the other, by ſome chance, Some tricke not worth an Egge, ſhall grow deere friends And inter-ioyne their yſſues. So with me, My Birth-place haue I, and my loues vpon This Enemie Towne: Ile enter, if he ſlay me He does faire Iuſtice: if he giue me way, Ile do his Country Seruice. Wine, Wine, Wine: What ſeruice is heere? I thinke our Fellowes are aſleepe. Where's Cotus: my M. cals for him: Cotus. A goodly Houſe: The Feaſt ſmels well: but I appeare not like a Gueſt. What would you haue Friend? whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray go to the doore? I haue deſeru'd no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus. Whence are you ſir? Ha's the Porter his eyes in his head, that he giues entrance to ſuch Companions? Pray get you out. Away. Away? Get you away. Now th' art troubleſome. Are you ſo braue: Ile haue you talkt with anon What Fellowes this? A ſtrange one as euer I look'd on: I cannot get him out o' th' houſe: Prythee call my Maſter to him. What haue you to do here fellow? Pray you auoid the houſe. Let me but ſtand, I will not hurt your Harth. What are you? A Gentleman. A maru'llous poore one. True, ſo I am. Pray you poore Gentleman, take vp ſome other ſtation: Heere's no place for you, pray you auoid: Come. Follow your Function, go, and batten on colde bits. What you will not? Prythee tell my Maiſter what a ſtrange Gueſt he ha's heere. And I ſhall. Where dwel'ſt thou? Vnder the Canopy. Vnder the Canopy?