Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
I must prevent thee Cymber: These couch, and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turn preordinance, and first Decree Into the lane of Children. Be not fond. To think that Caesar bears such Rebel blood That will be thawed from the true quality With that which melteth Fools, I mean sweet words, Low-crooked-curtsies, and base Spaniel fawning: Thy Brother by decree is banished: If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a Cur out of my way. Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfied. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear, For the repealing of my banished Brother? I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery Caesar: Desiring thee, that Publius Cymber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal. What Brutus? Pardon Caesar: Caesar pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius' fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cymber. I could be well moved, if I were as you, If I could pray to move, Prayers would move me: But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the Firmament. The Skies are painted with unnumbered sparks, They are all Fire, and every one doth shine: But, there's but one in all doth hold his place. So, in the World; 'Tis furnished well with Men, And Men are Flesh and Blood, and apprehensive; Yet in the number, I do know but One That unassayleable holds on his Rank, Vnshak'd of Motion: and that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this: That I was constant Cymber should be banished, And constant do remain to keep him so. O Caesar. Hence: Wilt thou lift up Olympus? Great Caesar. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Speak hands for me. Et Tu Brutus?— Then fall Caesar. Liberty, Freedom; Tyranny is dead, Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the Streets. Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out Liberty, Freedom, and Enfranchisement. People and Senators, be not affrighted: Fly not, stand still: Ambitions debt is paid. Go to the Pulpit Brutus. And Cassius too. Where's Publius? here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Stand fast together, lest some Friend of Caesar's Should chance— Talk not of standing. Publius' good cheer, There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else: so tell them Publius. And leave us Publius, least that the people Rushing on us, should do your Age some mischief. Do so, and let no man abide this deed, But we the Doers. Where is Antony? Fled to his House amazed: Men, Wives, and Children, stare, cry out, and run, As it were Doomsday. Fates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall dye we know, 'tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Why he that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
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I muſt preuent thee Cymber: Theſe couchings, and theſe lowly courteſies Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turne pre-Ordinance, and firſt Decree▪ Into the lane of Children. Be not fond. To thinke that Caeſar beares ſuch Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles, I meane ſweet words, Low-crooked-curtſies, and baſe Spaniell fawning: Thy Brother by decree is baniſhed: If thou doeſt bend, and pray, and fawne for him, I ſpurne thee like a Curre out of my way. Know, Caeſar doth not wrong, nor without cauſe Will he be ſatisfied. Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne, To ſound more ſweetly in great Caeſars eare, For the repealing of my baniſh'd Brother? I kiſſe thy hand, but not in flattery Caeſar: Deſiring thee, that Publius Cymber may Haue an immediate freedome of repeale. What Brutus? Pardon Caeſar: Caeſar pardon: As lowe as to thy foote doth Caſſius fall, To begge infranchiſement for Publius Cymber. I could be well mou'd, if I were as you, If I could pray to mooue, Prayers would mooue me: But I am conſtant as the Northerne Starre, Of whoſe true fixt, and reſting quality, There is no fellow in the Firmament. The Skies are painted with vnnumbred ſparkes, They are all Fire, and euery one doth ſhine: But, there's but one in all doth hold his place. So, in the World; 'Tis furniſh'd well with Men, And Men are Fleſh and Blood, and apprehenſiue; Yet in the number, I do know but One That vnaſſayleable holds on his Ranke, Vnſhak'd of Motion: and that I am he, Let me a little ſhew it, euen in this: That I was conſtant Cymber ſhould be baniſh'd, And conſtant do remaine to keepe him ſo. O Caeſar. Hence: Wilt thou lift vp Olympus? Great Caeſar. Doth not Brutus bootleſſe kneele? Speake hands for me. Et Tu Brutè?—Then fall Caeſar. Liberty, Freedome; Tyranny is dead, Run hence, proclaime, cry it about the Streets. Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out Liberty, Freedome, and Enfranchiſement. People and Senators, be not affrighted: Fly not, ſtand ſtill: Ambitions debt is paid. Go to the Pulpit Brutus. And Caſſius too. Where's Publius? Heere, quite confounded with this mutiny. Stand faſt together, leaſt ſome Friend of Caeſars Should chance — Talke not of ſtanding. Publius good cheere, There is no harme intended to your perſon, Nor to no Roman elſe: ſo tell them Publius. And leaue vs Publius, leaſt that the people Ruſhing on vs, ſhould do your Age ſome miſchiefe. Do ſo, and let no man abide this deede, But we the Doers. Where is Antony? Fled to his Houſe amaz'd: Men, Wiues, and Children, ſtare, cry out, and run, As it were Doomeſday. Fates, we will know your pleaſures: That we ſhall dye we know, 'tis but the time And drawing dayes out, that men ſtand vpon. Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life, Cuts off ſo many yeares of fearing death.