Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.79 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
O ye immortal Gods! Speak no more of her: Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness Cassius. My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge. Fill Lucius, till the Wine o'erswell the Cup: I cannot drink too much of Brutus love. Come in Titinius: Welcome good Messala: Now sit we close about this Taper here, And call in question our necessities. Portia, art thou gone? No more I pray you Messala, I have here received Letters, That young Octavius, and Mark Antony Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bending their Expedition toward Philippi. Myself have Letters of the selfsame Tenure. With what Addition. That by proscription, and bills of Outlarie, Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, Have put to death, an hundred Senators. Therein our Letters do not well agree: Mine speak of seventy Senators, that died By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. Cicero one? Cicero is dead, and by that order of proscription Had you your Letters from your wife, my Lord? No Messala. Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her? Nothing Messala. That me thinks is strange. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her, in yours? No my Lord. Now as you are a Roman tell me true. Then like a Roman, bear the truth I tell, For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Why farewell Portia: We must die Messala: With meditating that she must dye once, I have the patience to endure it now. Even so great men, great losses should endure. I have as much of this in Art as you, But yet my Nature could not bear it so. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently. I do not think it good. Your reason? This it is: 'Tis better that the Enemy seek us, So shall he waste his means, weary his Soldiers, Doing himself offence, whilst we lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness. Good reasons must of force give place to better: The people 'twixt Philippi, and this ground Do stand but in a forced affection: For they have gruged us Contribution. The Enemy, marching along by them, By them shall make a fuller number up, Come on refreshed, new added, and encouraged: From which advantage shall we cut him off. If at Philippi we do face him there, These people at our back. Hear me good Brother. Under your pardon. You must note beside, That we have tried the utmost of our Friends: O Legions are brim full, our cause is ripe, The Enemy increaseth every day, We at the height, are ready to decline. There is a Tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the Flood, leads on to Fortune: Omitted, all the voyage of their life, Is bound in Shallows, and in Miseries. On such a full Sea are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our Ventures.
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O ye immortall Gods! Speak no more of her: Giue me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all vnkindneſſe Caſsius. My heart is thirſty for that Noble pledge. Fill Lucius, till the Wine ore-ſwell the Cup: I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue. Come in Titinius: Welcome good Meſſala: Now ſit we cloſe about this Taper heere, And call in queſtion our neceſſities. Portia, art thou gone? No more I pray you Meſſala, I haue heere receiued Letters, That yong Octauius, and Mark Antony Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power, Bending their Expedition toward Philippi. My ſelfe haue Letters of the ſelfe-ſame Tenure. With what Addition. That by proſcription, and billes of Outlarie, Octauius, Antony, and Lepidus, Haue put to death, an hundred Senators. Therein our Letters do not well agree: Mine ſpeake of ſeuenty Senators, that dy'de By their proſcriptions, Cicero being one. Cicero one? Cicero is dead, and by that order of proſcription Had you your Letters from your wife, my Lord? No Meſſala. Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her? Nothing Meſſala. That me thinkes is ſtrange. Why aske you? Heare you ought of her, in yours? No my Lord. Now as you are a Roman tell me true. Then like a Roman, beare the truth I tell, For certaine ſhe is dead, and by ſtrange manner. Why farewell Portia: We muſt die Meſſala: With meditating that ſhe muſt dye once, I haue the patience to endure it now. Euen ſo great men, great loſſes ſhold indure. I haue as much of this in Art as you, But yet my Nature could not beare it ſo. Well, to our worke aliue. What do you thinke Of marching to Philippi preſently. I do not thinke it good. Your reaſon? This it is: 'Tis better that the Enemie ſeeke vs, So ſhall he waſte his meanes, weary his Souldiers, Doing himſelfe offence, whil'ſt we lying ſtill, Are full of reſt, defence, and nimbleneſſe. Good reaſons muſt of force giue place to better: The people 'twixt Philippi, and this ground Do ſtand but in a forc'd affection: For they haue grug'd vs Contribution. The Enemy, marching along by them, By them ſhall make a fuller number vp, Come on refreſht, new added, and encourag'd: From which aduantage ſhall we cut him off. If at Philippi we do face him there, Theſe people at our backe. Heare me good Brother. Vnder your pardon. You muſt note beſide, That we haue tride the vtmoſt of our Friends: O Legions are brim full, our cauſe is ripe, The Enemy encreaſeth euery day, We at the height, are readie to decline. There is a Tide in the affayres of men, Which taken at the Flood, leades on to Fortune: Omitted, all the voyage of their life, Is bound in Shallowes, and in Miſeries. On ſuch a full Sea are we now a-float, And we muſt take the current when it ſerues, Or looſe our Ventures.