Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
We hear our bloody Cousins are bestowed In England, and in Ireland, not confessing Their cruel Parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention. But of that to morrow, When therewithal, we shall have cause of State, Craving us jointly. Hie you to Horse: Adieu, till you return at Night. Goes Fleance with you? I, my good Lord: our time does call upon's. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot: And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell. Let every man be master of his time, Till seven at Night, to make society The sweeter welcome: We will keep ourself till Supper time alone: While then, God be with you. Sirrah, a word with you: Attend those men Our pleasure? They are, my Lord, without the Palace Gate. Bring them before us. To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus: Our fears in Banquo stick deep, And in his Royalty of Nature reigns that Which would be feared. 'Tis much he dares, And to that dauntless temper of his Mind, He hath a Wisdom, that doth guide his Valour, To act in safety. There is none but he, Whose being I do fear: and under him, My Genius is rebuked, as it is said Mark Anthony's was by Caesar. He chid the Sisters, When first they put the Name of King upon me, And bade them speak to him. Then Prophet-like, They hailed him Father to a Line of Kings. Upon my Head they placed a fruitless Crown, And put a barren Sceptre in my Gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineall Hand, No Son of mine succeeding: if it be so, For Banquo's Issue have I filled my Mind, For them, the gracious Duncan have I murdered, Put Rancours in the Vessel of my Peace Only for them, and mine eternal jewel Given to the common Enemy of Man, To make them Kings, the Seeds of Banquo Kings. Rather than so, come Fate into the Lyst, And champion me to th' utterance. Who's there? Now go to the Door, and stay there till we call. Was it not yesterday we spoke together? It was, so please your Highness. Well then, Now have you considered of my speeches: Know, that it was he, in the times past, Which held you so under fortune, Which you thought had been our innocent self. This I made good to you, in our last conference, Past in probation with you: How you were borne in hand, how crossed: The Instruments: who wrought with them: And all things else, that might To half a Soul, and to a Notion crazed, Say, Thus did Banquo. You made it known to us. I did so: And went further, which is now Our point of second meeting. Do you find your patience so predominant, In your nature, that you can let this go? Are you so Gospelled, to pray for this good man, And for his Issue, whose heavy hand Hath bowed you to the Grave, and beggared Yours for ever? We are men, my Liege.
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We heare our bloody Cozens are beſtow'd In England, and in Ireland, not confeſsing Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers With ſtrange inuention. But of that to morrow, When therewithall, we ſhall haue cauſe of State, Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horſe: Adieu, till you returne at Night. Goes Fleance with you? I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's. I wiſh your Horſes ſwift, and ſure of foot: And ſo I doe commend you to their backs. Farwell. Let euery man be maſter of his time, Till ſeuen at Night, to make ſocietie The ſweeter welcome: We will keepe our ſelfe till Supper time alone: While then, God be with you. Sirrha, a word with you: Attend thoſe men Our pleaſure? They are, my Lord, without the Pallace Gate. Bring them before vs. To be thus, is nothing, but to be ſafely thus: Our feares in Banquo ſticke deepe, And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares, And to that dauntleſſe temper of his Minde, He hath a Wiſdome, that doth guide his Valour, To act in ſafetie. There is none but he, Whoſe being I doe feare: and vnder him, My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is ſaid Mark Anthonies was by Caeſar. He chid the Siſters, When firſt they put the Name of King vpon me, And bad them ſpeake to him. Then Prophet-like, They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings. Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitleſſe Crowne, And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe, Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand, No Sonne of mine ſucceeding: if 't be ſo, For Banquo's Iſſue haue I fil'd my Minde, For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd, Put Rancours in the Veſſell of my Peace Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell Giuen to the common Enemie of Man, To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings. Rather then ſo, come Fate into the Lyft, And champion me to th' vtterance. Who's there? Now goe to the Doore, and ſtay there till we call. Was it not yeſterday we ſpoke together? It was, ſo pleaſe your Highneſſe. Well then, Now haue you conſider'd of my ſpeeches: Know, that it was he, in the times paſt, Which held you ſo vnder fortune, Which you thought had been our innocent ſelfe. This I made good to you, in our laſt conference, Paſt in probation with you: How you were borne in hand, how croſt: The Inſtruments: who wrought with them: And all things elſe, that might To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd, Say, Thus did Banquo. You made it knowne to vs. I did ſo: And went further, which is now Our point of ſecond meeting. Doe you finde your patience ſo predominant, In your nature, that you can let this goe? Are you ſo Goſpell'd, to pray for this good man, And for his Iſſue, whoſe heauie hand Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd Yours for euer? We are men, my Liege.