Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 496 words
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I could well forbeared, it's monstrous labour when I wash my brain, and it grow fouler. Be a Child o' th' time. Possess it, I'll make answer: but I had rather fast from all, four days, then drink so much in one. Ha' my brave Emperor, shall we dance now the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drink? Let's have't good Soldier. Come, let's all take hands, Till that the conquering Wine hath steeped our sense, In soft and delicate Lethe. All take hands: Make battery to our ears with the loud Music, The while, I'll place you, than the Boy shall sing. The holding every man shall beat as loud, As his strong sides can volley. Come thou Monarch of the Vine, Plumpie Bacchus, with pink eyen: In thy fats our Cares be drowned, With thy Grapes our hairs be Crowned. Cup us till the world go round, Cup us till the world go round. What would you more? Pompey good-night. Good Brother Let me request you of our graver business Frowns at this levity. Gentle Lords let's part, You see we have burnt our cheeks. Strong Enobarbe Is weaker than the Wine, and mine own tongue Spleet's what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost Antickt us all. What needs more words? good-night. Good Anthony your hand. I'll try you on the shore. And shall Sir, gives your hand. Oh Anthony, you have my Father house. But what, we are Friends? Come down into the Boate. Take heed you fall not Menas: I'll not on shore, No to my Cabin: these Drums, These Trumpets, Flutes: what Let Neptune hear, we bid aloud farewell To these great Fellows. Sound and be hanged, sound out. Hoo says a there's my Cap. Hoa, Noble Captain, come. Now darting Parthya art thou struck, and now Pleased Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death Make me revenger. Bear the King's Sons body, Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades, Pays this for Marcus Crassus. Noble Ventidius, Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warm, The Fugitive Parthians follow. Spur through Media, Mesapotamia, and the shelters, whether The routed fly. So thy grand Captain Anthony Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots, and Put Garlands on thy head. Oh Sillius, Sillius, I have done enough. A lower place note well May make too great an act. For learn this Sillius, Better to leave undone, then by our deed Acquire too high a Fame, when him we serves away. Caesar and Anthony have ever won More in their officer, than person. Sossius One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he achieved by ' th' minute, lost his favour. Who does i' th' Wars more than his Captain can, Becomes his Captain's Captain: and Ambition (The Soldiers' virtue) rather makes choice of loss Then gain, which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius' good, But 'twould offend him. And in his offence, Should my performance perish.
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I could well forbear't, it's monſtrous labour when I waſh my braine, and it grow fouler. Be a Child o' th' time. Poſſeſſe it, Ile make anſwer: but I had rather faſt from all, foure dayes, then drinke ſo much in one. Ha my braue Emperour, ſhall we daunce now the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drinke? Let's ha't good Souldier. Come, let's all take hands, Till that the conquering Wine hath ſteep't our ſenſe, In ſoft and delicate Lethe. All take hands: Make battery to our eares with the loud Muſicke, The while, Ile place you, then the Boy ſhall ſing. The holding euery man ſhall beate as loud, As his ſtrong ſides can volly. Come thou Monarch of the Vine, Plumpie Bacchus, with pinke eyne: In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd, With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd. Cup vs till the world go round, Cup vs till the world go round. What would you more? Pompey goodnight. Good Brother Let me requeſt you of our grauer buſineſſe Frownes at this leuitie. Gentle Lords let's part, You ſee we haue burnt our cheekes. Strong Enobarbe Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue Spleet's what it ſpeakes: the wilde diſguiſe hath almoſt Antickt vs all. What needs more words? goodnight. Good Anthony your hand. Ile try you on the ſhore. And ſhall Sir, giues your hand. Oh Anthony, you haue my Father houſe. But what, we are Friends? Come downe into the Boate. Take heed you fall not Menas: Ile not on ſhore, No to my Cabin: theſe Drummes, Theſe Trumpets, Flutes: what Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell To theſe great Fellowes. Sound and be hang'd, ſound out. Hoo ſaies a there's my Cap. Hoa, Noble Captaine, come. Now darting Parthya art thou ſtroke, and now Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Craſſus death Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body, Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades, Paies this for Marcus Craſſus. Noble Ʋentidius, Whil'ſt yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme, The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media, Meſapotamia, and the ſhelters, whether The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony Shall ſet thee on triumphant Chariots, and Put Garlands on thy head. Oh Sillius, Sillius, I haue done enough. A lower place note well May make too great an act. For learne this Sillius, Better to leaue vndone, then by our deed Acquire too high a Fame, when him we ſerues away. Caeſar and Anthony haue euer wonne More in their officer, then perſon. Soſſius One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant, For quicke accumulation of renowne, Which he atchiu'd by' th' minute, loſt his fauour. Who does i' th' Warres more then his Captaine can, Becomes his Captaines Captaine: and Ambition (The Souldiers vertue) rather makes choiſe of loſſe Then gaine, which darkens him. I could do more to do Anthonius good, But 'twould offend him. And in his offence, Should my performance periſh.