Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 478 words
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Thou hast Ventidius that, without the which a Soldier and his Sword grants scarce distinction: thou wilt write to Anthony. I'll humbly signify what in his name, That magical word of War we have effected, How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks, The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia, We have jaded out o' th' Field. Where is he now? He purposeth to Athens, whither with what hast The weight we must convey with's, will permit: We shall appear before him. On there, pass along. What are the Brothers parted? They have dispatched with Pompey, he is gone, The other three are Sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome: Caesar is sad, and Lepidus Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the Green-sickness. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus. A very fine one: oh, how he loves Caesar. Nay but how dearly he adores Mark Anthony. Caesar? why he's the Iupiter of men. What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter? Spoke you of Caesar? How, the non-pareill? Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird! Would you praise Caesar, say Caesar go no further. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises. But he loves Caesar best, yet he loves Anthony: Ho, Hearts, Tongues, Figure, Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot Think speak, cast, writ, sing, number: ho, His love to Anthony. But as for Caesar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. Both he loves. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, so: This is to horse: Adieu, Noble Agrippa. Good Fortune worthy Soldier, and farewell. No further Sir. You take from me a great part of myself: Use me well in't. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest Band Shall pass on thy approof: most Noble Anthony, Let not the piece of Virtue which is set Betwixt us, as the Cement of our love To keep it builded, be the Ram to batter The Fortress of it: for better might we Have loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherished. Make me not offended, in your distrust. I have said. You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the lest cause For what you seem to fear, so the Gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans' serve your ends: We will here part. Farewell my dearest Sister, far thee well, The Elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: far thee well. My Noble Brother. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on: be cheerful. Sir, look well to my Husband's house: and— What Octavia? I'll tell you in your ear. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue. The Swans down feather That stands upon the Swell at the full of Tide: And neither way inclines.
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Thou haſt Ventidius that, without the which a Souldier and his Sword graunts ſcarce diſtinction: thou wilt write to Anthony. Ile humbly ſignifie what in his name, That magicall word of Warre we haue effected, How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks, The nere-yet beaten Horſe of Parthia, We haue iaded out o' th' Field. Where is he now? He purpoſeth to Athens, whither with what haſt The waight we muſt conuay with's, will permit: We ſhall appeare before him. On there, paſſe along. What are the Brothers parted? They haue diſpatcht with Pompey, he is gone, The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes To part from Rome: Caeſar is ſad, and Lepidus Since Pompey's feaſt, as Menas ſaies, is troubled With the Greene-Sickneſſe. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus. A very fine one: oh, how he loues Caeſar. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony. Caeſar? why he's the Iupiter of men. What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter? Spake you of Caeſar? How, the non-pareill? Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird! Would you praiſe Caeſar, ſay Caeſar go no further. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praiſes. But he loues Caeſar beſt, yet he loues Anthony: Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure, Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot Thinke ſpeake, caſt, write, ſing, number: hoo, His loue to Anthony. But as for Caeſar, Kneele downe, kneele downe, and wonder. Both he loues. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, ſo: This is to horſe: Adieu, Noble Agrippa. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell. No further Sir. You take from me a great part of my ſelfe: Vſe me well in't. Siſter, proue ſuch a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my fartheſt Band Shall paſſe on thy approofe: moſt Noble Anthony, Let not the peece of Vertue which is ſet Betwixt vs, as the Cyment of our loue To keepe it builded, be the Ramme to batter The Fortreſſe of it: for better might we Haue lou'd without this meane, if on both parts This be not cheriſht. Make me not offended, in your diſtruſt. I haue ſaid. You ſhall not finde, Though you be therein curious, the leſt cauſe For what you ſeeme to feare, ſo the Gods keepe you, And make the hearts of Romaines ſerue your ends: We will heere part. Farewell my deereſt Siſter, fare thee well, The Elements be kind to thee, and make Thy ſpirits all of comfort: fare thee well. My Noble Brother. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues ſpring, And theſe the ſhowers to bring it on: be cheerfull. Sir▪ looke well to my Husbands houſe: and — What Octauia? Ile tell you in your eare. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her eart informe her tongue. The Swannes downe feather That ſtands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide: And neither way inclines.