Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.82 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Take no offence, that I would not offend you, To punish me for what you make me do Seems much unequal, he's married to Octavia. Oh that his fault should make a knave of thee, That art not what the art sure of. Get thee hence, The Merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome Are all too dear for me: Lie they upon thy hand, and be undone by 'em. Good your highness' patience. In praising Anthony, I have dispraised Caesar. Many times Madam. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence, I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter. Go to the Fellow, good Alexas bid him Report the feature of Octavia: her years, Her inclination, let him not leave out The colour of her hair. Bring me word quickly, Let him for ever go, let him not Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other ways a Mars. Bid you Alexas Bring me word, how tall she is: pity me Charmian, But do not speak to me. Led me to my Chamber. Your Hostages I have, so have you mine: And we shall talk before we fight. Most meet that first we come to words, And therefore have we Our written purposes before us sent, Which if thou hast considered, let us know, If 'twill tie up thy discontented Sword, And carry back to Cicelie much tall youth, That else must perish here. To you all three, The Senators alone of this great world, Chief Factors for the Gods. I do not know, Wherefore my Father should revengers want, Having a Son and Friends, since Iulius Caesar, Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted, There saw you labouring for him. What was't That moved pale Cassius to conspire? And what Made all-honored, honest, Roman Brutus, With the armed rest, Courtiers of beauteous freedom, To drench the Capitol, but that they would Have one man but a man, and that his it Hath made me rig my Navy. At whose burden, The angered Ocean foams, with which I meant To scourge th' ingratitude, that despiteful Rome Cast on my Noble Father. Take your time. Thou canst not fear us Pompey with thy sails. we'll speak with thee at Sea. At land thou knowst How much we do o're-count thee. At Land indeed Thou dost over count me of my Fatherrs house: But since the Cuckoo builds not for himself, Remain in't as thou mayst. Be pleased to tell us, (For this is from the present now you take) The offers we have sent you. There's the point. Which do not be entreated too, But weigh what it is worth embraced And what may follow to try a larger Fortune. You have made me offer Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must Rid all the Sea of Pirates. Then, to send Measures of Wheat to Rome: this greed upon, To part with unhackt edges, and bear back Our Targes undinted.
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Take no offence, that I would not offend you, To punniſh me for what you make me do Seemes much vnequall, he's married to Octauia. Oh that his fault ſhould make a knaue of thee, That art not what th' art ſure of. Get thee hence, The Marchandize which thou haſt brought from Rome Are all too deere for me: Lye they vpon thy hand, and be vndone by em. Good your Highneſſe patience. In prayſing Anthony, I haue diſprais'd Caeſar. Many times Madam. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence, I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter. Go to the Fellow, good Alexas bid him Report the feature of Octauia: her yeares, Her inclination, let him not leaue out The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly, Let him for euer go, let him not Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other wayes a Mars. Bid you Alexas Bring me word, how tall ſhe is: pitty me Charmian, But do not ſpeake to me. Lead me to my Chamber. Your Hoſtages I haue, ſo haue you mine: And we ſhall talke before we fight. Moſt meete that firſt we come to words, And therefore haue we Our written purpoſes before vs ſent, Which if thou haſt conſidered, let vs know, If 'twill tye vp thy diſcontented Sword, And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth, That elſe muſt periſh heere. To you all three, The Senators alone of this great world, Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I do not know, Wherefore my Father ſhould reuengers want, Hauing a Sonne and Friends, ſince Iulius Caeſar, Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghoſted, There ſaw you labouring for him. What was't That mou'd pale Caſſius to conſpire? And what Made all-honor'd, honeſt, Romaine Brutus, With the arm'd reſt, Courtiers of beautious freedome, To drench the Capitoll, but that they would Haue one man but a man, and that his it Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whoſe burthen, The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant To ſcourge th' ingratitude, that deſpightfull Rome Caſt on my Noble Father. Take your time. Thou can'ſt not feare vs Pompey with thy ſailes. Weele ſpeake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'ſt How much we do o're-count thee. At Land indeed Thou doſt ore count me of my Fatherrs houſe: But ſince the Cuckoo buildes not for himſelfe, Remaine in't as thou maiſt. Be pleas'd to tell vs, (For this is from the preſent now you take) The offers we haue ſent you. There's the point. Which do not be entreated too, But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd And what may follow to try a larger Fortune. You haue made me offer Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I muſt Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to ſend Meaſures of Wheate to Rome: this greed vpon, To part with vnhackt edges, and beare backe Our Targes vndinted.