Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
This is a poor Epitome of yours, Which by th' interpretation of full time, May show like all yourself. The God of Soldiers: With the consent of supreme Ioue, inform Thy thoughts with Nobleness, that thou mayst prove To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' th' Wars Like a great Sea-mark standing every flaw, And saving those that eye thee. Your knee, Sirrah. That's my brave Boy. Even he, your wife, this Lady, and myself, Are Suitors to you. I beseech you peace: Or if you'd ask, remember this before; The thing I have forsworn to grant, may never Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Dismiss my Soldiers, or capitulate Again, with Rome's Mechanickes. Tell me not Wherein I seem unnatural: Desire not t' allay My Rages and Revenges, with your colder reasons. Oh no more, no more: You have said you will not grant us any thing: For we have nothing else to ask, but that Which you deny already: yet we will ask, That if you fail in our request, the blame May hang upon your hardness, therefore hear us. Auffidius, and you Volces mark, for we'll Hear nought from Rome in private. Your request? Should we be silent & not speak, our Raiment And state of Bodies would bewray what life We have led since thy Exile. Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither; since that thy sight, which should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear & sorrow, Making the Mother, wife, and Child to see, The Son, the Husband, and the Father tearing His Country's Bowels out; and to poor we Thine enmities most capital: Thou barrest us Our prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort That all but we enjoy. For how can we? Alas! how can we, for our Country pray? Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory: Whereto we are bound: Alack, or we must lose The Country our dear Nurse, or else thy person Our comfort in the Country. We must find An evident Calamity, though we had Our wish, which side should win. For either thou Must as a Foreign Recreant be led With Manacles through our streets, or else Triumphantly tread on thy Country's ruin, And bear the Palm, for having bravely shed Thy Wife and children's blood: For myself, Son, I purpose not to wait on Fortune, till These wars determine: If I cannot persuade thee, Rather to show a Noble grace to both parts, Then seek the end of one; thou shalt no sooner March to assault thy Country, then to tread (Trust too't, thou shalt not) on thy Mother's womb That brought thee to this world. I, and mine, that brought you forth this boy, To keep your name living to time.
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This is a poore Epitome of yours, Which by th' interpretation of full time, May ſhew like all your ſelfe. The God of Souldiers: With the conſent of ſupreame Ioue, informe Thy thoughts with Nobleneſſe, that thou mayſt proue To ſhame vnvulnerable, and ſticke i' th Warres Like a great Sea-marke ſtanding euery flaw, And ſauing thoſe that eye thee. Your knee, Sirrah. That's my braue Boy. Euen he, your wife, this Ladie, and my ſelfe, Are Sutors to you. I beſeech you peace: Or if you'ld aske, remember this before; The thing I haue forſworne to graunt, may neuer Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Diſmiſſe my Soldiers, or capitulate Againe, with Romes Mechanickes. Tell me not Wherein I ſeeme vnnaturall: Deſire not t' allay My Rages and Reuenges, with your colder reaſons. Oh no more, no more: You haue ſaid you will not grant vs any thing: For we haue nothing elſe to aske, but that Which you deny already: yet we will aske, That if you faile in our requeſt, the blame May hang vpon your hardneſſe, therefore heare vs. Auffidius, and you Volces marke, for wee'l Heare nought from Rome in priuate. Your requeſt? Should we be ſilent & not ſpeak, our Raiment And ſtate of Bodies would bewray what life We haue led ſince thy Exile. Thinke with thy ſelfe, How more vnfortunate then all liuing women Are we come hither; ſince that thy ſight, which ſhould Make our eies flow with ioy, harts dance with comforts, Conſtraines them weepe, and ſhake with feare & ſorow, Making the Mother, wife, and Childe to ſee, The Sonne, the Husband, and the Father tearing His Countries Bowels out; and to poore we Thine enmities moſt capitall: Thou barr'ſt vs Our prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort That all but we enioy. For how can we? Alas! how can we, for our Country pray? Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory: Whereto we are bound: Alacke, or we muſt looſe The Countrie our deere Nurſe, or elſe thy perſon Our comfort in the Country. We muſt finde An euident Calamity, though we had Our wiſh, which ſide ſhould win. For either thou Muſt as a Forraine Recreant be led With Manacles through our ſtreets, or elſe Triumphantly treade on thy Countries ruine, And beare the Palme, for hauing brauely ſhed Thy Wife and Childrens blood: For my ſelfe, Sonne, I purpoſe not to waite on Fortune, till Theſe warres determine: If I cannot perſwade thee, Rather to ſhew a Noble grace to both parts, Then ſeeke the end of one; thou ſhalt no ſooner March to aſſault thy Country, then to treade (Truſt too't, thou ſhalt not) on thy Mothers wombe That brought thee to this world. I, and mine, that brought you forth this boy, To keepe your name liuing to time.