Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Wilt please you hear me? I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speakest: Yet if thou say Anthony lives, 'tis well, Or friends with Caesar, or not Captive to him, I'll set thee in a shower of Gold, and hail Rich Pearls upon thee. Madam, he's well. Well said. And Friends with Caesar. Th' art an honest man. Caesar, and he, are greater Friends than ever. Make thee a Fortune from me. But yet Madam. I do not like but yet, it does allay The good precedence, fie upon but yet, Bur yet is as a Iaylor to bring foorth Some monstrous Malefactor. Prithee Friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar, In state of health thou sayst, and thou sayst, free. Free Madam, no: I made no such report, He's bound unto Octavia. For what good turn? For the best turn i' th' bed. I am pale Charmian. Madam, he's married to Octavia. The most infectious Pestilence upon thee. Good Madam patience. What say you? Hence horrible Villain, or I 'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me: I'll vnhaire thy head, Thou shalt be whipped with Wyer, and stewed in brine, Smarting in lingering pickle. Gracious Madam, I that do bring the news, made not the match. Say 'tis not so, a Province I will give thee, And make thy Fortune's proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage, And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. He's married Madam. Rogue, thou hast lived too long. Nay then I'll run: What mean you Madam, I have made no fault. Good Madam keep yourself within yourself, The man is innocent. Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt: Melt Egypt into Nile: and kindly creatures Turn all to Serpents. Call the slave again, Though I am mad, I will not bite him: Call? He is afeard to come. I will not hurt him, These hands do lack Nobility, that they strike A meaner than myself: since I myself Have given myself the cause. Come hither Sir. Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news: give to a gracious Message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves, when they be felt. I have done my duty. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worse than I do, If thou again say yes. He's married Madam. The Gods confound thee, Dost thou hold there still? Should I lie Madame? Oh, I would thou didst: So halfe my Egypt were submerged and made A Cistern for scaled Snakes. Go get thee hence, Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face to me, Thou wouldst appear most ugly: He is married? I crave your highness' pardon. He is married?
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Wilt pleaſe you heare me? I haue a mind to ſtrike thee ere thou ſpeak'ſt: Yet if thou ſay Anthony liues, 'tis well, Or friends with Caeſar, or not Captiue to him, Ile ſet thee in a ſhower of Gold, and haile Rich Pearles vpon thee. Madam, he's well. Well ſaid. And Friends with Caeſar. Th' art an honeſt man. Caeſar, and he, are greater Friends then euer. Make thee a Fortune from me. But yet Madam. I do not like but yet, it does alay The good precedence, fie vpon but yet, Bur yet is as a Iaylor to bring foorth Some monſtrous Malefactor. Prythee Friend, Powre out the packe of matter to mine eare, The good and bad together: he's friends with Caeſar, In ſtate of health thou ſaiſt, and thou ſaiſt, free. Free Madam, no: I made no ſuch report, He's bound vnto Octauia. For what good turne? For the beſt turne i' th' bed. I am pale Charmian. Madam, he's married to Octauia. The moſt infectious Peſtilence vpon thee. Good Madam patience. What ſay you? Hence horrible Villaine, o le ſpurne thine eyes Like balls before me: Ile vnhaire thy head, Thou ſhalt be whipt with Wyer, and ſtew'd in brine, Smarting in lingring pickle. Gratious Madam, I that do bring the newes, made not the match. Say 'tis not ſo, a Prouince I will giue thee, And make thy Fortunes proud: the blow thou had'ſt Shall make thy peace, for mouing me to rage, And I will boot thee with what guift beſide Thy modeſtie can begge. He's married Madam. Rogue, thou haſt liu'd too long. Nay then Ile runne: What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault. Good Madam keepe your ſelfe within your ſelfe, The man is innocent. Some Innocents ſcape not the thunderbolt: Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures Turne all to Serpents. Call the ſlaue againe, Though I am mad, I will not byte him: Call? He is afeard to come. I will not hurt him, Theſe hands do lacke Nobility, that they ſtrike A meaner then my ſelfe: ſince I my ſelfe Haue giuen my ſelfe the cauſe. Come hither Sir. Though it be honeſt, it is neuer good To bring bad newes: giue to a gratious Meſſage An hoſt of tongues, but let ill tydings tell Themſelues, when they be felt. I haue done my duty. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worſer then I do, If thou againe ſay yes. He's married Madam. The Gods confound thee, Doſt thou hold there ſtill? Should I lye Madame? Oh, I would thou didſt: So halfe my Egypt were ſubmerg'd and made A Ceſterne for ſcal'd Snakes. Go get thee hence, Had'ſt thou Narciſſus in thy face to me, Thou would'ſt appeere moſt vgly: He is married? I craue your Highneſſe pardon. He is married?