Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Come down, behold no more: O Coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best Friend ta'en before my face. Come hither sirrah: In Parthia did I take thee Prisoner, And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath, Now be a Freeman, and with this good Sword That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom. Stand not to answer: here, take thou the Hilts, And when my face is covered, as 'tis now, Guide thou the Sword— Caesar, thou art revenged, Even with the Sword that killed thee. So, I am free, Yet would not so have been Durst I have done my will. O Cassius, far from this Country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him. It is but change, Titinius: for Octavius Is overthrown by Noble Brutus' power, As Cassius Legions are by Antony. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Where did you leave him. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? He lies not like the Living. O my heart! Is not that he? No, this was he Messala, But Cassius is no more. O setting Sun: As in thy red Rays thou dost sink to night; So in his red blood Cassius day is set. The Sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone, Clouds, Dews, and Dangers come; our deeds are done: Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful Error, Melancholies Child: Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O Error soon conceived, Thou never comest unto a happy birth, But kill'st the Mother that engendered thee. What Pindarus? Where art thou Pindarus? Seek him Titinius, whilst I go to meet The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears; I may say thrusting it: For piercing Steel, and Darts envenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight. Hie you Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while: Why didst thou send me forth brave Cassius? Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they Put on my Brows this wreath of Victory, And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts? Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow, Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius: By your leave Gods: This is a Romans part, Come Cassius Sword, and find Titinius hart. Where, where Messala, doth his body lie? Lo yonder, and Titinius mourning it. Titinius face is upward. He is slain. O Iulius Caesar, thou art mighty yet, Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our Swords In our own proper Entrails. Brave Titinius, Look where he have not crowned dead Cassius.
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Come downe, behold no more: O Coward that I am, to liue ſo long, To ſee my beſt Friend tane before my face. Come hither ſirrah: In Parthia did I take thee Priſoner, And then I ſwore thee, ſauing of thy life, That whatſoeuer I did bid thee do, Thou ſhould'ſt attempt it. Come now, keepe thine oath, Now be a Free-man, and with this good Sword That ran through Caeſars bowels, ſearch this boſome. Stand not to anſwer: Heere, take thou the Hilts, And when my face is couer'd, as 'tis now, Guide thou the Sword — Caeſar, thou art reueng'd, Euen with the Sword that kill'd thee. So, I am free, Yet would not ſo haue beene Durſt I haue done my will. O Caſſius, Farre from this Country Pindarus ſhall run, Where neuer Roman ſhall take note of him. It is but change, Titinius: for Octauius Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power, As Caſſius Legions are by Antony. Theſe tydings will well comfort Caſſius. Where did you leaue him. All diſconſolate, With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill. Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground? He lies not like the Liuing. O my heart! Is not that hee? No, this was he Meſſala, But Caſſius is no more. O ſetting Sunne: As in thy red Rayes thou doeſt ſinke to night; So in his red blood Caſsius day is ſet. The Sunne of Rome is ſet. Our day is gone, Clowds, Dewes, and Dangers come; our deeds are done: Miſtruſt of my ſucceſſe hath done this deed. Miſtruſt of good ſucceſſe hath done this deed. O hatefull Error, Melancholies Childe: Why do'ſt thou ſhew to the apt thoughts of men▪ The things that are not? O Error ſoone conceyu'd, Thou neuer com'ſt vnto a happy byrth, But kil'ſt the Mother that engendred thee. What Pindarus? Where art thou Pindarus? Seeke him Titinius, whilſt I go to meet The Noble Brutus, thruſting this report Into his eares; I may ſay thruſting it: For piercing Steele, and Darts inuenomed, Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus, As tydings of this ſight. Hye you Meſſala, And I will ſeeke for Pindarus the while: Why did'ſt thou ſend me forth braue Caſsius? Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie, And bid me giue it thee? Did'ſt thou not heare their ſhowts? Alas, thou haſt miſconſtrued euery thing. But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow, Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee, and I Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace, And ſee how I regarded Caius Caſsius: By your leaue Gods: This is a Romans part, Come Caſsius Sword, and finde Titinius hart. Where, where Meſſala, doth his body lye? Loe yonder, and Titinius mourning it. Titinius face is vpward. He is ſlaine. O Iulius Caeſar, thou art mighty yet, Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turnes our Swords In our owne proper Entrailes. Braue Titinius, Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Caſsius.