Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 504 words
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Alack Sir no, her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure Love.. We cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears: They are greater storms and Tempests than Almanacs can report. This cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of Rain as well as Ioue. Would I had never seen her. Oh sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work, which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your Travail. Fulvia is dead. Sir. Fulvia is dead. Fulvia? Dead. Why sir, give the Gods a thankful Sacrifice: when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the Tailors of the earth: comforting therein, that when old Robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more Women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: This grief is crowned with Consolation, your old Smock brings forth a new Petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an Onion, that should water this sorrow. The business she hath broached in the State, Cannot endure my absence. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. No more light Answers: Let our Officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our Expedience to the Queen, And get her love to part. For not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches Do strongly speak to us: but the Letters too Of many our contriving Friends in Rome, Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius Have given the dare to Caesar, and commands The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people, Whose Love is never linked to the deserver, Till his deserts are past, begin to throw Pompey the great, and all his Dignities Upon his Son, who high in Name and Power, Higher than both in Blood and Life, stands up For the main Soldier. Whose quality going on, The sides o' th' world may danger. Much is breeding, Which like the Courser's heir, hath yet but life, And not a Serpent's poison. Say our pleasure, To such whose places under us, require Our quick remove from hence. I shall do't. Where is he? I did not see him since. See where he is, Whose with him, what he does: I did not send you. If you find him sad, Say I am dancing: if in Mirth, report That I am sudden sick. Quick, and return. Madam, me thinks if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method, to enforce The like from him. What should I do, I do not? In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him. Tempt him not so too far. I wish forbear, In time we hate that which we often fear. But here comes Anthony.
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Alacke Sir no, her paſſions are made of nothing but the fineſt part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds and waters, ſighes and teares: They are greater ſtormes and Tempeſts then Almanackes can report. This cannot be cunning in her; if it be, ſhe makes a ſhowre of Raine as well as Ioue. Would I had neuer ſeene her. Oh ſir, you had then left vnſeene a wonderfull peece of worke, which not to haue beene bleſt withall, would haue diſcredited your Trauaile. Fuluia is dead. Sir. Fuluia is dead. Fuluia? Dead. Why ſir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice: when it pleaſeth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him, it ſhewes to man the Tailors of the earth: comforting therein, that when olde Robes are worne out, there are members to make new. If there were no more Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the caſe to be lamented: This greefe is crown'd with Conſolation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate, and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that ſhould water this ſorrow. The buſineſſe ſhe hath broached in the State, Cannot endure my abſence. And the buſineſſe you haue broach'd heere cannot be without you, eſpecially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. No more light Anſweres: Let our Officers Haue notice what we purpoſe. I ſhall breake The cauſe of our Expedience to the Queene, And get her loue to part. For not alone The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches Do ſtrongly ſpeake to vs: but the Letters too Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome, Petition vs at home. Sextus Pompeius Haue giuen the dare to Caeſar, and commands The Empire of the Sea. Our ſlippery people, Whoſe Loue is neuer link'd to the deſeruer, Till his deſerts are paſt, begin to throw Pompey the great, and all his Dignities Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power, Higher then both in Blood and Life, ſtands vp For the maine Souldier. Whoſe quality going on, The ſides o' th' world may danger. Much is breeding, Which like the Courſers heire, hath yet but life, And not a Serpents poyſon. Say our pleaſure, To ſuch whoſe places vnder vs, require Our quicke remoue from hence. I ſhall doo't. Where is he? I did not ſee him ſince. See where he is, Whoſe with him, what he does: I did not ſend you. If you finde him ſad, Say I am dauncing: if in Myrth, report That I am ſodaine ſicke. Quicke, and returne. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly, You do not hold the method, to enforce The like from him. What ſhould I do, I do not? In each thing giue him way, croſſe him in nothing. Thou teacheſt like a foole: the way to loſe him. Tempt him not ſo too farre. I wiſh forbeare, In time we hate that which we often feare. But heere comes Anthony.