Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 511 words
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Sir, he fell upon me, ere admitted, then: Three Kings I had newly feasted, and did want Of what I was i' th' morning: but next day I told him of myself, which was as much As to have asked him pardon. Let this Fellow Be nothing of our strife: if we contend Out of our question wipe him. You have broken the Article of your oath, which you shall never have tongue to charge me with. Soft Caesar. No Lepidus, let him speak, The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now, Supposing that I lacked it: but on Caesar, The Article of my oath. To lend me Arms, and aid when I required them, the which you both denied. Neglected rather: And then when poisoned hours had bound me up From mine own knowledge, as nearly as I may, I'll play the penitent to you. But mine honesty, Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia, To have me out of Egypt, made Wars here, For which myself, the ignorant motive, do So far aske pardon, as befits mine Honour To stoop in such a case. 'Tis Noble spoken. If it might please you, to enforce no further The griefs between ye: to forget them quite, Were to remember: that the present need, Speaks to atone you. Worthily spoken Maecenas. Or if you borrow one another's Love for the instant, you may when you hear no more words of Pompey return it again: you shall have time to wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do. Thou art a Soldier, only speak no more. That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot. You wrong this presence, therefore speak no more. Go too then: your Considerate stone. I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his speech: for't cannot be, We shall remain in friendship, our conditions So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew, What Hoop should hold us staunch from edge to edge A th' world: I would pursue it. Give me leave Caesar. Speak Agrippa. Thou hast a Sister by the Mother's side, admired Octavia. Great Mark Anthony is now a widower. Say not, say Agrippa; if Cleopater heard you, your proof were well deserved of rashness. I am not married Caesar: let me here Agrippa further speak. To hold you in perpetual amity, To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts With an un-slipping knot, take Anthony, Octavia to his wife: whose beauty claims No worse a husband then the best of men: whose Virtue, and whose general graces, speak That which none else can utter. By this marriage, All little jealousies which now seem great, And all great fears, which now import their dangers, Would then be nothing. Truth's would be tales, Where now half tales be truth's: her love to both, Would each to other, and all loves to both Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke, For 'tis a studied not a present thought, By duty ruminated.
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Sir, he fell vpon me, ere admitted, then: Three Kings I had newly feaſted, and did want Of what I was i' th' morning: but next day I told him of my ſelfe, which was as much As to haue askt him pardon. Let this Fellow Be nothing of our ſtrife: if we contend Out of our queſtion wipe him. You haue broken the Article of your oath, which you ſhall neuer haue tongue to charge me with. Soft Caeſar. No Lepidus, let him ſpeake, The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now, Suppoſing that I lackt it: but on Caeſar, The Article of my oath. To lend me Armes, and aide when I requir'd them, the which you both denied. Neglected rather: And then when poyſoned houres had bound me vp From mine owne knowledge, as neerely as I may, Ile play the penitent to you. But mine honeſty, Shall not make poore my greatneſſe, nor my power Worke without it. Truth is, that Fuluia, To haue me out of Egypt, made Warres heere, For which my ſelfe, the ignorant motiue, do So farre ake pardon, as befits mine Honour To ſtoope in ſuch a caſe. 'Tis Noble ſpoken. If it might pleaſe you, to enforce no further The griefes betweene ye: to forget them quite, Were to remember: that the preſent neede, Speakes to attone you. Worthily ſpoken Mecenas. Or if you borrow one anothers Loue for the inſtant, you may when you heare no more words of Pompey returne it againe: you ſhall haue time to wrangle in, when you haue nothing elſe to do. Thou art a Souldier, onely ſpeake no more. That trueth ſhould be ſilent, I had almoſt forgot. You wrong this preſence, therefore ſpeake no more. Go too then: your Conſiderate ſtone. I do not much diſlike the matter, but The manner of his ſpeech: for't cannot be, We ſhall remaine in friendſhip, our conditions So diffring in their acts. Yet if I knew, What Hoope ſhould hold vs ſtaunch from edge to edge A th' world: I would perſue it. Giue me leaue Caeſar. Speake Agrippa. Thou haſt a Siſter by the Mothers ſide, admir'd Octauia. Great Mark Anthony is now a widdower. Say not, ſay Agrippa; if Cleopater heard you, your proofe were well deſerued of raſhneſſe. I am not marryed Caeſar: let me heere Agrippa further ſpeake. To hold you in perpetuall amitie, To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts With an vn-ſlipping knot, take Anthony, Octauia to his wife: whoſe beauty claimes No worſe a husband then the beſt of men: whoſe Vertue, and whoſe generall graces, ſpeake That which none elſe can vtter. By this marriage, All little Ielouſies which now ſeeme great, And all great feares, which now import their dangers, Would then be nothing. Truth's would be tales, Where now halfe tales be truth's: her loue to both, Would each to other, and all loues to both Draw after her. Pardon what I haue ſpoke, For 'tis a ſtudied not a preſent thought, By duty ruminated.