Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.83 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Get thee gone: Say to Ventigius I would speak with him. He shall to Parthia, be it Art or hap, He hath spoken true. The very Dice obey him, And in our sports my better cunning faints, Under his chance, if we draw lots he speeds, His Cocks do win the Battle, still of mine, When it is all to naught: and his Quails ever Beat mine (in hoop) at odds. I will to Egypte: And though I make this marriage for my peace, I' th' East my pleasure lies. Oh come Ventigius. You must to Parthia, your Commissions ready: Fellow me, and reciueed. Trouble yourselves no further: pray you hasten your Generals after. Sir, Mark Anthony, will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow. Till I shall see you in your Soldiers dress, Which will become you both: Farewell. We shall: as I conceive the journey, be at Mount before you Lepidus. Your way is shorter, my purposes do draw me much about, you'll win two days upon me. Sir good success. Farewell. Give me some Music: Music, moody food of us that trade in Love.. The Music, hoa. Let it alone, let's to Billards: come Charmian. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. As well a woman with an Eunuch played, as with a woman. Come you'll play with me Sir? As well as I can Madam. And when good will is showed, Though't come to short The Actor may plead pardon. I'll none now, Give me mine Angle, we'll to ' th' River there My Music playing far off. I will betray Tawny fine fishes, my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws: and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Anthony, And say, ah ha'; ye are caught. 'Twas merry when you wagered on your Angling, when your diver did hang a salt fish on his hook which he with fervency drew up. That time? Oh times: I laughed him out of patience: and that night I laughed him into patience, and next morn, Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed: Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilst I wore his Sword Phillippan. Oh from Italy, Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren. Madam, Madam. Anthonyo's dead. If thou say so Villain, thou kill'st thy Mistress: But well and free, if thou so yield him. There is Gold, and here My blewest veins to kiss: a hand that Kings Have lipped, and trembled kissing. First Madam, he is well. Why there's more Gold. But sirrah mark, we use To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, The Gold I give thee, will I melt and power Down thy ill uttering throat. Good Madam hear me. Well, go too I will: But there's no goodness in thy face if Anthony Be free and healthful; so tart a favour To trumpet such good tidings. If not well, Thou shouldst come like a Fury crowned with Snakes, Not like a formal man.
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Get thee gone: Say to Ventigius I would ſpeake with him. He ſhall to Parthia, be it Art or hap, He hath ſpoken true. The very Dice obey him, And in our ſports my better cunning faints, Vnder his chance, if we draw lots he ſpeeds, His Cocks do winne the Battaile, ſtill of mine, When it is all to naught: and his Quailes euer Beate mine (in hoop) at odd's. I will to Egypte: And though I make this marriage for my peace, I' th' Eaſt my pleaſure lies. Oh come Ventigius. You muſt to Parthia, your Commiſſions ready: Follow me, and reciue't. Trouble your ſelues no further: pray you haſten your Generals after. Sir▪ Marke Anthony, will e'ne but kiſſe Octauia, and weele follow. Till I ſhall ſee you in your Souldiers dreſſe, Which will become you both: Farewell. We ſhall: as I conceiue the iourney, be at Mount before you Lepidus. Your way is ſhorter, my purpoſes do draw me much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me. Sir good ſucceſſe. Farewell. Giue me ſome Muſicke: Muſicke, moody foode of vs that trade in Loue. The Muſicke, hoa. Let it alone, let's to Billards: come Charmian. My arme is ſore, beſt play with Mardian. As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, as with a woman. Come you'le play with me Sir? As well as I can Madam. And when good will is ſhewed, Though't come to ſhort The Actor may pleade pardon. Ile none now, Giue me mine Angle, weele to' th' Riuer there My Muſicke playing farre off. I will betray Tawny fine fiſhes, my bended hooke ſhall pierce Their ſlimy iawes: and as I draw them vp, Ile thinke them euery one an Anthony, And ſay, ah ha; y' are caught. 'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Angling, when your diuer did hang a ſalt fiſh on his hooke which he with feruencie drew vp. That time? Oh times: I laught him out of patience: and that night I laught him into patience, and next morne, Ere the ninth houre, I drunke him to his bed: Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilſt I wore his Sword Phillippan. Oh from Italie, Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares, That long time haue bin barren. Madam, Madam. Anthonyo's dead. If thou ſay ſo Villaine, thou kil'ſt thy Miſtris: But well and free, if thou ſo yeild him. There is Gold, and heere My bleweſt vaines to kiſſe: a hand that Kings Haue lipt, and trembled kiſſing. Firſt Madam, he is well. Why there's more Gold. But ſirrah marke, we vſe To ſay, the dead are well: bring it to that, The Gold I giue thee, will I melt and powr Downe thy ill vttering throate. Good Madam heare me. Well, go too I will: But there's no goodneſſe in thy face if Anthony Be free and healthfull; ſo tart a fauour To trumpet ſuch good tidings. If not well, Thou ſhouldſt come like a Furie crown'd with Snakes, Not like a formall man.