Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Nay certainly, I have heard the Ptolemy's Pyramisis are very goodly things: without contradiction I have heard that. Pompey, a word. Say in mine ear, what is't. Forsake thy seat I do beseech thee Captain, And hear me speak a word. Forbear me till anon. This Wine for Lepidus. What manner o' thing is your Crocodile? It is shaped sir like itself, and it is as broad as it hath breadth; It is just so high as it is, and moves with it own organs. It lives by that which nourisheth it, and the Elements once out of it, it Transmigrates. What colour is it of? Of it own colour too. 'Tis a strange Serpent. 'Tis so, and the tears of it are wet. Will this description satisfy him? With the Health that Pompey gives him, else he is a very Epicure. Go hang sir, hang: tell me of that? Away: Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup I called for? If for the sake of Merit thou wilt hear me, Rise from thy stool. I think th' art mad: the matter? I have ever held my cap off to thy Fortunes. Thou hast served me with much faith: what's else to say? Be jolly Lords. These Quicksands Lepidus, Keep off, them for you sink. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world? What sayst thou? Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world? That's twice. How should that be? But entertain it, and though thou think me poor. I am the man will give thee all the world. Hast thou drunk well. No Pompey, I have kept me from the cup, Thou art if thou darest be, the earthly Ioue: What ere the Ocean pales, or sky inclippes, Is thine, if thou wilt have't. Show me which way? These three Worldsharers, these Competitors Are in thy vessel. Let me cut the Cable, And when we are put off, fall to their throats: All there is thine. Ah, this thou shouldst have done, And not have spoke on't. In me 'tis villainy, In thee, it had been good service: thou must know, 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour: Mine Honour it, Repent that ere thy tongue, Hath so betrayed thine act. Being done unknown, I should have found it afterwards well done, But must condemn it now: desist, and drink. For this, I'll never follow Thy pauled Fortunes more, Who seeks and will not take, when once 'tis offered, Shall never find it more. This health to Lepidus. Bear him ashore, I'll pledge it for him Pompey. here's to thee Menas. Enobarbus, welcome. Fill till the cup be hid. There's a strong Fellow Menas. Why? A bears the third part of the world man: seest not? The third part, than he is drunk: would it were all, that it might go on wheels. Drink thou: increase the Reels. Come. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feast. It ripen's towards it: strike the Vessels hoa. here's to Caesar.
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Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyramiſis are very goodly things: without contradiction I haue heard that. Pompey, a word. Say in mine eare, what is't. Forſake thy ſeate I do beſeech thee Captaine, And heare me ſpeake a word. Forbeare me till anon. This Wine for Lepidus. What manner o' thing is your Crocodile? It is ſhap'd ſir like it ſelfe, and it is as broad as it hath bredth; It is iuſt ſo high as it is, and mooues with it owne organs. It liues by that which nouriſheth it, and the Elements once out of it, it Tranſmigrates. What colour is it of? Of it owne colour too. 'Tis a ſtrange Serpent. 'Tis ſo, and the teares of it are wet. Will this deſcription ſatisfie him? With the Health that Pompey giues him, elſe he is a very Epicure. Go hang ſir, hang: tell me of that? Away: Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup I call'd for? If for the ſake of Merit thou wilt heare mee, Riſe from thy ſtoole. I thinke th' art mad: the matter? I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes. Thou haſt ſeru'd me with much faith: what's elſe to ſay? Be iolly Lords. Theſe Quicke-ſands Lepidus, Keepe off, them for you ſinke. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world? What ſaiſt thou? Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world? That's twice. How ſhould that be? But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me poore. I am the man will giue thee all the world. Haſt thou drunke well. No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup, Thou art if thou dar'ſt be, the earthly Ioue: What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes, Is thine, if thou wilt ha't. Shew me which way? Theſe three World-ſharers, theſe Competitors Are in thy veſſell. Let me cut the Cable, And when we are put off, fall to their throates: All there is thine. Ah, this thou ſhouldſt haue done, And not haue ſpoke on't. In me 'tis villanie, In thee, 't had bin good ſeruice: thou muſt know, 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour: Mine Honour it, Repent that ere thy tongue, Hath ſo betraide thine acte. Being done vnknowne, I ſhould haue found it afterwards well done, But muſt condemne it now: deſiſt, and drinke. For this, Ile neuer follow Thy paul'd Fortunes more, Who ſeekes and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall neuer finde it more. This health to Lepidus. Beare him aſhore, Ile pledge it for him Pompey. Heere's to thee Menas. Enobarbus, welcome. Fill till the cup be hid. There's a ſtrong Fellow Menas. Why? A beares the third part of the world man: ſeeſt not? The third part, then he is drunk: would it were all, that it might go on wheeles. Drinke thou: encreaſe the Reeles. Come. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feaſt. It ripen's towards it: ſtrike the Veſſells hoa. Heere's to Caeſar.