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 0.67 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Well: then I shall see thee again? I, at Philippi. Why I will see thee at Philippi then: Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest. Ill Spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Boy, Lucius, Varrus, Claudio, Sirs: Awake: Claudio. The strings my Lord, are false. He thinks he still is at his Instrument. Lucius, awake. My Lord. Didst thou dream Lucus, that thou so cried'st out? My Lord, I do not know that I did cry. Yes that thou didst: Didst thou see any thing? Nothing my Lord. Sleep again Lucius: Sirrah Claudio, Fellow, Thou: Awake. My Lord. My Lord. Why did you so cry out sirs, in your sleep? Did we my Lord? I: saw you any thing? No my Lord, I saw nothing. Nor I my Lord. Go, and commend me to my Brother Cassius: Bid him set on his Powers betimes before, And we will follow. It shall be done my Lord. Now Antony, our hopes are answered, You said the Enemy would not come down, But keep the Hills and upper Regions: It proves not so: their battles are at hand, They mean to warn us at Philippi here: Answering before we do demand of them. Tut I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it: They could be content To visit other places, and come down With fearful bravery: thinking by this face To fasten in our thoughts that they have Courage; But 'tis not so. Prepare you Generals, The Enemy comes on in gallant show: Their bloody sign of Battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately. Octavius, lead your Battle softly on Upon the left hand of the even Field. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. Why do you cross me in this exigent. I do not cross you: but I will do so. They stand, and would have parley. Stand fast Titinius, we must out and talk. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of Battle? No Caesar, we will answer on their Charge. Make forth, the Generals would have some words. Stir not until the Signal. Words before blows: is it so Countrymen? Not that we love words better, as you do. Good words are better than bad strokes Octavius. In your bad strokes Brutus, you give good words Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart, Crying long live, Hail Caesar. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hibla Bees, And leave them Hony-lesse. Not stingless too. O yes, and soundlesse too: For you have stolen their buzzing Antony, And very wisely threat before you sting. Villains: you did not so, when your vile daggers Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar: You showed your teeth like Apes, And fawned like Hounds, And bowed like Bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet; Whilst damned Caska, like a Cur, behind Struck Caesar on the neck. O you Flatterers.
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Well: then I ſhall ſee thee againe? I, at Philippi. Why I will ſee thee at Philippi then: Now I haue taken heart, thou vaniſheſt. Ill Spirit, I would hold more talke with thee. Boy, Lucius, Varrus, Claudio, Sirs: Awake: Claudio. The ſtrings my Lord, are falſe. He thinkes he ſtill is at his Inſtrument▪ Lucius, awake. My Lord. Did'ſt thou dreame Lucus, that thou ſo cryedſt out? My Lord, I do not know that I did cry. Yes that thou did'ſt: Did'ſt thou ſee any thing? Nothing my Lord. Sleepe againe Lucius: Sirra Claudio, Fellow, Thou: Awake. My Lord. My Lord. Why did you ſo cry out ſirs, in your ſleepe? Did we my Lord? I: ſaw you any thing? No my Lord, I ſaw nothing. Nor I my Lord. Go, and commend me to my Brother Caſſius: Bid him ſet on his Powres betimes before, And we will follow. It ſhall be done my Lord. Now Antony, our hopes are anſwered, You ſaid the Enemy would not come downe, But keepe the Hilles and vpper Regions: It proues not ſo: their battailes are at hand, They meane to warne vs at Philippi heere: Anſwering before we do demand of them. Tut I am in their boſomes, and I know Wherefore they do it: They could be content To viſit other places, and come downe With fearefull brauery: thinking by this face To faſten in our thoughts that they haue Courage; But 'tis not ſo. Prepare you Generals, The Enemy comes on in gallant ſhew: Their bloody ſigne of Battell is hung out, And ſomething to be done immediately. Octauius, leade your Battaile ſoftly on Vpon the left hand of the euen Field. Vpon the right hand I, keepe thou the left. Why do you croſſe me in this exigent. I do not croſſe you: but I will do ſo. They ſtand, and would haue parley. faſt Titinius, we muſt out and talke. Mark Antony, ſhall we giue ſigne of Battaile? No Caeſar, we will anſwer on their Charge. Make forth, the Generals would haue ſome words. Stirre not vntill the Signall. Words before blowes: is it ſo Countrymen? Not that we loue words better, as you do. Good words are better then bad ſtrokes Octauius. In your bad ſtrokes Brutus, you giue good words Witneſſe the hole you made in Caeſars heart, Crying long liue, Haile Caeſar. Antony, The poſture of your blowes are yet vnknowne; But for your words, they rob the Hibla Bees, And leaue them Hony-leſſe. Not ſtingleſſe too. O yes, and ſoundleſſe too: For you haue ſtolne their buzzing Antony, And very wiſely threat before you ſting. Villains: you did not ſo, when your vile daggers Hackt one another in the ſides of Caeſar: You ſhew'd your teethes like Apes, And fawn'd like Hounds, And bow'd like Bondmen, kiſſing Caeſars feete; Whil'ſt damned Caska, like a Curre, behinde Strooke Caeſar on the necke. O you Flatterers.