Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.75 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
here's more news. Thy bid have been done, & every hour Most Noble Caesar, shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea, And it appears, he is beloved of those That only have feared Caesar: to the Ports The discontents repair, and men's reports Give him much wronged. I should have known no less, It hath been taught us from the primall state That he which is was wished, until he were: And the ebbed man, ne'er loved, till ne'er worth love, Comes feared, by being lacked. This common body, Like to a Vagabond Flag upon the Stream, Goes too, and back, lacking the varrying tied To rot itself with motion. Caesar I bring thee word, Menacrates and Menas famous Pirates Makes the Sea serve them, which they ear and wound With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt, No Vessel can peep forth: but 'tis as soon Taken as seen: for Pompey's name strikes more Than could his War resisted. Anthony, Leave thy lascivious Vassals. When thou once Was beaten from Medena, where thou slew'st Hirtius, and Pausa Consuls, at thy heel Did Famine follow, whom thou foughtest against, (Though daintily brought up) with patience more Than Savages could suffer. Thou didst drink The stolen of Horses, and the gilded Puddle Which Beasts would cough at. Thy palate them did deign The roughest Berry, on the rudest Hedge. Yea, like the Stag, when Snow the Pasture sheets, The barks of Trees thou browsed. On the Alpes, It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did dye to look on: And all this (It wounds thine Honour that I speak it now) Was borne so like a Soldier, that thy cheek So much as lanked not. 'Tis pity of him. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome, 'tis time we twain Did show ourselves i' th' Field, and to that end Assemble me immediate counsel, Pompey Thrives in our Idleness. To morrow Caesar, I shall be furnished to inform you rightly Both what by Sea and Land I can be able To front this present time. Till which encounter, it is my business too. Farewell. Farewell my Lord, what you shall know mean time Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you Sir To let me be partaker. Doubt not sir, I knew it for my Bond. Charmian. Madam. Ha', ha', give me to drink Mandragora. Why Madam? That I might sleep out this great gap of time: My Anthony is away. You think of him too much. O 'tis Treason. Madam, I trust not so. Thou, Eunuch Mardian? What's your Highness' pleasure? Not now to hear thee sing. I take no pleasure In aught an Eunuch has: 'tis well for thee, That being vnseminared, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou Affections? Yes gracious Madam. Indeed?
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Heere's more newes. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre Moſt Noble Caeſar, ſhalt thou haue report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is ſtrong at Sea, And it appeares, he is belou'd of thoſe That only haue feard Caeſar: to the Ports The diſcontents repaire, and mens reports Giue him much wrong'd. I ſhould haue knowne no leſſe, It hath bin taught vs from the primall ſtate That he which is was wiſht, vntill he were: And the ebb'd man, Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue, Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie, Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame, Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde To rot it ſelfe with motion. Caeſar I bring thee word, Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates Makes the Sea ſerue them, which they eare and wound With keeles of euery kinde. Many hot inrodes They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime Lacke blood to thinke on't, and fluſh youth reuolt, No Veſſell can peepe forth: but 'tis as ſoone Taken as ſeene: for Pompeyes name ſtrikes more Then could his Warre reſiſted. Anthony, Leaue thy laſciuious Vaſſailes. When thou once Was beaten from Medena, where thou ſlew'ſt Hirſius, and Pauſa Conſuls, at thy heele Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'ſt againſt, (Though daintily brought vp) with patience more Then Sauages could ſuffer. Thou did'ſt drinke The ſtale of Horſes, and the gilded Puddle Which Beaſts would cough at. Thy pallat thē did daine The rougheſt Berry, on the rudeſt Hedge. Yea, like the Stagge, when Snow the Paſture ſheets, The barkes of Trees thou brows'd. On the Alpes, It is reported thou did'ſt eate ſtrange fleſh, Which ſome did dye to looke on: And all this (It wounds thine Honor that I ſpeake it now) Was borne ſo like a Soldiour, that thy cheeke So much as lank'd not. 'Tis pitty of him. Let his ſhames quickely Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine Did ſhew our ſelues i' th' Field, and to that end▪ Aſſemble me immediate counſell, Pompey Thriues in our Idleneſſe. To morrow Caeſar, I ſhall be furniſht to informe you rightly Both what by Sea and Land I can be able To front this preſent time. Til which encounter, it is my buſines too. Farwell. Farwell my Lord, what you ſhal know mean time Of ſtirres abroad, I ſhall beſeech you Sir To let me be partaker. Doubt not ſir, I knew it for my Bond. Charmian. Madam. Ha, ha, giue me to drinke Mandragora. Why Madam? That I might ſleepe out this great gap of time: My Anthony is away. You thinke of him too much. O 'tis Treaſon. Madam, I truſt not ſo. Thou, Eunuch Mardian? What's your Highneſſe pleaſure? Not now to heare thee ſing. I take no pleaſure In ought an Eunuch ha's: Tis well for thee, That being vnſeminar'd, thy freer thoughts May not flye forth of Egypt. Haſt thou Affections? Yes gracious Madam. Indeed?