Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.78 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Will Caesar speak? Not till he hears how Anthony is touched, With what is spoke already. What power is in Agrippa, If I would say Agrippa, be it so, To make this good? The power of Caesar, And his power, unto Octavia. May I never (To this good purpose, that so fairly shows) Dream of impediment: let me have thy hand Further this act of Grace: and from this hour, The heart of Brothers govern in our Loves, And sway our great Designs. There's my hand: A Sister I bequeath you, whom no Brother Did ever love so dearly. Let her live To join our kingdoms, and our hearts, and never Fly off our Loves again. Happily, Amen. I did not think to draw my Sword 'gainst Pompey, For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great Of late upon me. I must thank him only, Lest my remembrance, suffer ill report: At heel of that, defy him. Time calls upon's, Of us must Pompey presently be sought, Or else he seeks out us. Where lies he? About the Mount-Mesena. What is his strength by land? Great, and increasing: But by Sea he is an absolute Master. So is the Fame, Would we had spoke together. Hast we for it, Yet ere we put ourselves in Arms, dispatch we The business we have talked of. With most gladness, And do invite you to my Sister's view, Whether strait I'll lead you. Let us Lepidus not lack your company. Noble Anthony, not sickness should detain me. Welcome from Egypt Sir. Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Maecenas. My honourable Friend Agrippa. Good Enobarbus. We have cause to be glad, that matters are so well digested: you stayed will by't in Egypt. I Sir, we did sleep day out of countenance: and made the night light with drinking. Eight Wilde-Boares roasted whole at a breakfast: and but twelve persons there. Is this true? This was but as a Fly by an Eagle: we had much more monstrous matter of Feast, which worthily deserved noting. She's a most triumphant Lady, if report be square to her. When she first met Mark Anthony, she pursed up his heart upon the River of Sidnis. There she appeared indeed: or my reporter devised well for her. I will tell you, The Barge she sat in, like a burnished Throne Burnt on the water: the Poop was beaten Gold, Purple the Sails: and so perfumed that The Winds were Lovesick. With them the Owers were Silver, Which to the tune of Flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat, to follow faster; As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description, she did lie In her Pavilion, cloth of Gold, of Tissue, O're-picturing that Venns, where we see The fancy outwork Nature. On each side her, Stood pretty Dimpled Boys, like smiling Cupids, With diverse coloured Fans whose wind did seem, To glove the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid did. Oh rare for Anthony.
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507 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.778 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Will Caeſar ſpeake? Not till he heares how Anthony is toucht, With what is ſpoke already. What power is in Agrippa, If I would ſay Agrippa, be it ſo, To make this good? The power of Caeſar, And his power, vnto Octauia. May I neuer (To this good purpoſe, that ſo fairely ſhewes) Dreame of impediment: let me haue thy hand Further this act of Grace: and from this houre, The heart of Brothers gouerne in our Loues, And ſway our great Deſignes. There's my hand: A Siſter I bequeath you, whom no Brother Did euer loue ſo deerely. Let her liue To ioyne our kingdomes, and our hearts, and neuer Flie off our Loues againe. Happily, Amen. I did not think to draw my Sword 'gainſt Pompey, For he hath laid ſtrange courteſies, and great Of late vpon me. I muſt thanke him onely, Leaſt my remembrance, ſuffer ill report: At heele of that, defie him. Time cals vpon's, Of vs muſt Pompey preſently be ſought, Or elſe he ſeekes out vs. Where lies he? About the Mount-Meſena. What is his ſtrength by land? Great, and encreaſing: But by Sea he is an abſolute Maſter. So is the Fame, Would we had ſpoke together. Haſt we for it, Yet ere we put our ſelues in Armes, diſpatch we The buſineſſe we haue talkt of. With moſt gladneſſe, And do inuite you to my Siſters view, Whether ſtraight Ile lead you. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie. Noble Anthony, not ſickeneſſe ſhould detaine me. Welcome from Aegypt Sir. Halfe the heart of Caeſar, worthy Mecenas. My honourable Friend Agrippa. Good Enobarbus. We haue cauſe to be glad, that matters are ſo well diſgeſted: you ſtaid will by't in Egypt. I Sir, we did ſleepe day out of countenaunce: and made the night light with drinking. Eight Wilde-Boares roſted whole at a breakfaſt: and but twelue perſons there. Is this true? This was but as a Flye by an Eagle: we had much more monſtrous matter of Feaſt, which worthily deſerued noting. She's a moſt triumphant Lady, if report be ſquare to her. When ſhe firſt met Marke Anthony, ſhe purſt vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis. There ſhe appear'd indeed: or my reporter deuis'd well for her. I will tell you, The Barge ſhe ſat in, like a burniſht Throne Burnt on the water: the Poope was beaten Gold, Purple the Sailes: and ſo perfumed that The Windes were Loue-ſicke. With them the Owers were Siluer, Which to the tune of Flutes kept ſtroke, and made The water which they beate, to follow faſter; As amorous of their ſtrokes. For her owne perſon, It beggerd all diſcription, ſhe did lye In her Pauillion, cloth of Gold, of Tiſſue, O're-picturing that Venns, where we ſee The fancie out-worke Nature. On each ſide her, Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes, like ſmiling Cupids, With diuers coulour'd Fannes whoſe winde did ſeeme, To gloue the delicate cheekes which they did coole, And what they vndid did. Oh rare for Anthony.