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Antony and Cleopatra · chunk 18 of 48

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 504 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.

For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a Drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune. If he do, sure he cannot weeped back again. YE have said Sir, we looked not for Mark Anthony here, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? Caesar's Sister is called Octavia. True Sir, she was the wife of Caius Marcellus. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. Pray' ye sir. 'Tis true. Then is Caesar and he, for ever knit together. If I were bound to Divine of this unity, I would not Prophesy so. I think the policy of that purpose, made more in the Marriage, than the love of the parties. I think so too. But you shall find the band that seems to tie their friendship together, will be the very strangler of their Amity: Octavia is of a holy, cold, and still conversation. Who would not have his wife so? Not he that himself is not so: which is Mark Anthony: he will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar, and (as I said before) that which is the strength of their Amity, shall prove the immediate Author of their variance. Anthony will use his affection where it is. He married but his occasion here. And thus it may be, Come Sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you. I shall take it sir: we have used our Throats in Egypt. Come, let's away. here they'll be man: some o' th' their Plants are ill rooted already, the least wind i' th' world will blow them down. Lepidus is high Conlord. They have made him drink Alms drink. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to ' th' drink. But it raises the greatet war between him & his discretion. Why this it is to have a name in great men's Fellowship: I had as live have a Reed that will do me no service, as a Partisan I could not heave. To be called into a huge Sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. Thus do they Sir: they take the flow o' th' Nile By certain scales i' th' Pyramid: they know By ' th' height, the lowness, or the mean: If dearth Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus swells, The more it promises: as it ebbs, the Seedsman Upon the slime and Ooze scatters his grain, And shortly comes to Harvest. YE have strange Serpents there? I Lepidus. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud by the operation of your Sun: so is your Crocodile. They are so. Sat, and some Wine: A health to Lepidus. I am not so well as I should be: But I'll ne'er out. Not till you have slept: I fear me you'll be in till then.
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PlayAntony and Cleopatra
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1607 [c.1606-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [1606-1607]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 890 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.35
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1148–1187 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 48 in this edition
Length504 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T44 — Drinking: wine, ale and taverns at 0.681
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
For my part, I am ſorry it is turn'd to a Drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune. If he do, ſure he cannot weep't backe againe. Y' haue ſaid Sir, we look'd not for Marke Anthony heere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? Caeſars Siſter is call'd Octauia. True Sir, ſhe was the wife of Caius Marcellus. But ſhe is now the wife of Marcus Anthonius. Pray 'ye ſir. 'Tis true. Then is Caeſar and he, for euer knit together. If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I wold not Propheſie ſo. I thinke the policy of that purpoſe, made more i the Marriage, then the loue of the parties. I thinke ſo too. But you ſhall finde the band that ſeemes to tye their friendſhip together, will bee the very ſtrangler of their Amity: Octauia is of a holy, cold, and ſtill conuerſation. Who would not haue his wife ſo? Not he that himſelfe is not ſo: which is Marke Anthony: he will to his Egyptian diſh againe: then ſhall the ſighes of Octauia blow the fire vp in Caeſar, and (as I ſaid before) that which is the ſtrength of their Amity, ſhall proue the immediate Author of their variance. Anthony will vſe his affection where it is. Hee married but his occaſion heere. And thus it may be, Come Sir, will you aboord? I haue a health for you. I ſhall take it ſir: we haue vs'd our Throats in Egypt. Come, let's away. Heere they'l be man: ſome o' th' their Plants are ill rooted already, the leaſt winde i' th' world wil blow them downe. Lepidus is high Conlord. They haue made him drinke Almes drinke. As they pinch one another by the diſpoſition, hee cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, and himſelfe to' th' drinke. But it raiſes the greatet warre betweene him & his diſcretion. Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fellowſhip: I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me no ſeruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue. To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be ſeene to moue in't, are the holes where eyes ſhould bee, which pittifully diſaſter the cheekes. Thus do they Sir: they take the flow o' th' Nyle By certaine ſcales i' th' Pyramid: they know By 'th 'height, the lowneſſe, or the meane: If dearth Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus ſwels, The more it promiſes: as it ebbes, the Seedſman Vpon the ſlime and Ooze ſcatters his graine, And ſhortly comes to Harueſt. Y' haue ſtrange Serpents there? I Lepidus. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud by the operation of your Sun: ſo is your Crocodile. They are ſo. Sit, and ſome Wine: A health to Lepidus. I am not ſo well as I ſhould be: But Ile ne're out. Not till you haue ſlept: I feare me you'l bee in till then.