Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 479 words
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Oh Martius, Martius; Each word thou hast spoke, hath weeded from my heart A root of Ancient Enuy. If Iupiter Should from yond cloud speak divine things, And say 'tis true; I'd not believe them more Than thee all-Noble Martius. Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained Ash an hundred times hath broke, And scared the Moon with splinters: here I cleep The Anvile of my Sword, and do contest As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Love, As ever in Ambitious strength, I did Contend against thy Valour. Know thou first, I loved the Maid I married: never man Sighed truer breath. But that I see thee here Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart, Then when I first my wedded Mistress saw Bestride my Threshold. Why, thou Mars I tell thee, We have a Power on foot: and I had purpose Once more to hue thy Target from thy Brawn, Or lose mine Arm for't: Thou hast beat me out Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me: We have been down together in my sleep, Vnbuckling Helms, fisting each others Throat, And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Martius, Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but that Thou art thence Banished, we would muster all From twelve, to seventy: and pouring War Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, Like a bold Flood o're-beate. Oh come, go in, And take our Friendly Senators by ' th' hands Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, Who am prepared against your Territories, Though not for Rome itself. You bless me Gods. Therefore most absolute Sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own Revenges, take Th' one half of my Commission, and set down As best thou art experienced, since thou knowst Thy Country's strength and weakness, thine own ways Whether to knock against the Gates of Rome, Or rudely visit them in parts remote, To fright them, ere destroy. But come in, Let me commend thee first, to those that shall Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes, And more a Friend, then ere an Enemy, Yet Martius that was much. Your hand: most welcome. here's a strange alteration? By my hand, I had thought to have strooken him with a Cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him. What an Arm he has, he turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a Top. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him. He had fir, a kind of face me thought, I cannot tell how to term it. He had so, looking as it were, would I were hanged but I thought there was more in him, than I could think.
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Oh Martius, Martius; Each word thou haſt ſpoke, hath weeded from my heart A roote of Ancient Enuy. If Iupiter Should from yond clowd ſpeake diuine things, And ſay 'tis true; I'de not beleeue them more Then thee all-Noble Martius. Let me twine Mine armes about that body, where againſt My grained Aſh an hundred times hath broke, And ſcarr'd the Moone with ſplinters: heere I cleep The Anuile of my Sword, and do conteſt As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Loue, As euer in Ambitious ſtrength, I did Contend againſt thy Valour. Know thou firſt, I lou'd the Maid I married: neuer man Sigh'd truer breath. But that I ſee thee heere Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart, Then when I firſt my wedded Miſtris ſaw Beſtride my Threſhold. Why, thou Mars I tell thee, We haue a Power on foote: and I had purpoſe Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne, Or looſe mine Arme for't: Thou haſt beate mee out Twelue ſeuerall times, and I haue nightly ſince Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy ſelfe and me: We haue beene downe together in my ſleepe, Vnbuckling Helmes, fiſting each others Throat, And wak'd halfe dead with nothing. Worthy Martius, Had we no other quarrell elſe to Rome, but that Thou art thence Baniſh'd, we would muſter all From twelue, to ſeuentie: and powring Warre Into the bowels of vngratefull Rome, Like a bold Flood o're-beate. Oh come, go in, And take our Friendly Senators by' th' hands Who now are heere, taking their leaues of mee, Who am prepar'd againſt your Territories, Though not for Rome it ſelfe. You bleſſe me Gods. Therefore moſt abſolute Sir, if thou wilt haue The leading of thine owne Reuenges, take Th' one halfe of my Commiſſion, and ſet downe As beſt thou art experienc'd, ſince thou know'ſt Thy Countries ſtrength and weakneſſe, thine own waies Whether to knocke againſt the Gates of Rome, Or rudely viſit them in parts remote, To fright them, ere deſtroy. But come in, Let me commend thee firſt, to thoſe that ſhall Say yea to thy deſires. A thouſand welcomes, And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie, Yet Martius that was much. Your hand: moſt welcome. Heere's a ſtrange alteration? By my hand, I had thoght to haue ſtroken him with a Cudgell, and yet my minde gaue me, his cloathes made a falſe report of him. What an Arme he has, he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumbe, as one would ſet vp a Top. Nay, I knew by his face that there was ſome-thing in him. He had fir, a kinde of face me thought, I cannot tell how to tearme it. He had ſo, looking as it were, would I were hang'd but I thought there was more in him, then I could think.