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 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Will Caesar weep? He has a cloud in's face. He were the worse for that were he a Horse, so is he being a man. Why Enobarbus: When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead, He cried almost to roaring: And he wept, When at Phillippi he found Brutus slain. That year indeed, he was troubled with a rheum, What willingly he did confound, he wailed, Believe't till I weep too. No sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still: the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you. Come Sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love, Look here I have you, thus I let you go, And give you to the Gods. Adieu, be happy. Let all the number of the Stars give light To thy fair way. Farewell, farewell. Farewell. Where is the Fellow? Half afeard to come. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir. Good Majesty: Herod of jury dare not look upon you, but when you are well pleased. That Herod's head, I'll have: but how? When Anthony is gone, through whom I might command it: Come thou near. Most gracious Majesty. Didst thou behold Octavia? I dread Queen. Where? Madam in Rome, I looked her in the face: and saw her led between her Brother, and Mark Anthony. Is she as tall as me? She is not Madam. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill tongued or low? Madam, I heard her speak, she is low voiced. That's not so good: he cannot like her long. Like her? Oh Isis: 'tis impossible. I think so Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfish What Majesty is in her gate, remember If ere thou look'st on Majesty. She creeps: her motion, & her station are as one. She shows a body, rather than a life, A Statue, than a Breather. Is this certain? Or I have no observance. Three in Egypt cannot make better note. He's very knowing, I do perceived, There's nothing in her yet. The Fellow has good judgement. Excellent. Guess at her years, I prithee. Madam, she was a widow. Widow? Charmian, hark. And I do think she's thirty. Bearest thou her face in mind? is't long or round? Round, even to faultiness. For the most part too, they are foolish that are so. Her hair what colour? Brown Madam: and her forehead As low as she would wish it. There's Gold for thee, Thou must not take my former sharpness ill, I will employ thee back again: I find thee Most fit for business. Go, make thee ready, Our Letters are prepared. A proper man. Indeed he is so: I repent me much That so I harried him. Why me think's by him, This Creature's no such thing. Nothing Madam. The man hath seen some Majesty, and should know. Hath he seen Majesty? Isis else defend: and serving you so long.
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Will Caeſar weepe? He ha's a cloud in's face. He were the worſe for that were he a Horſe, ſo is he being aman. Why Enobarbus: When Anthony found Iulius Caeſar dead, He cried almoſt to roaring: And he wept, When at Phillippi he found Brutus ſlaine. That year indeed, he was trobled with a rheume, What willingly he did confound, he wail'd, Beleeu't till I weepe too. No ſweet Octauia, You ſhall heare from me ſtill: the time ſhall not Out-go my thinking on you. Come Sir, come, Ile wraſtle with you in my ſtrength of loue, Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go, And giue you to the Gods. Adieu, be happy. Let all the number of the Starres giue light To thy faire way. Farewell, farewell. Farewell. Where is the Fellow? Halfe afeard to come. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir. Good Maieſtie: Herod of Iury dare not looke vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd. That Herods head, Ile haue: but how? When Anthony is gone, through whom I might commaund it: Come thou neere. Moſt gratious Maieſtie. Did'ſt thou behold Octauia? I dread Queene. Where? Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face: and ſaw her led betweene her Brother, and Marke Anthony. Is ſhe as tall as me? She is not Madam. Didſt heare her ſpeake? Is ſhe ſhrill tongu'd or low? Madam, I heard her ſpeake, ſhe is low voic'd. That's not ſo good: he cannot like her long. Like her? Oh Iſis: 'tis impoſſible. I thinke ſo Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfiſh What Maieſtie is in her gate, remember If ere thou look'ſt on Maieſtie. She creepes: her motion, & her ſtation are as one. She ſhewes a body, rather then a life, A Statue, then a Breather. Is this certaine? Or I haue no obſeruance. Three in Egypt cannot make better note. He's very knowing, I do perceiu't, There's nothing in her yet. The Fellow ha's good iudgement. Excellent. Gueſſe at her yeares, I prythee. Madam, ſhe was a widdow. Widdow? Charmian, hearke. And I do thinke ſhe's thirtie. Bear'ſt thou her face in mind? is't long or round? Round, euen to faultineſſe. For the moſt part too, they are fooliſh that are ſo. Her haire what colour? Browne Madam: and her forehead As low as ſhe would wiſh it. There's Gold for thee, Thou muſt not take my former ſharpeneſſe ill, I will employ thee backe againe: I finde thee Moſt fit for buſineſſe. Go, make thee ready, Our Letters are prepar'd. A proper man. Indeed he is ſo: I repent me much That ſo I harried him. Why me think's by him, This Creature's no ſuch thing. Nothing Madam. The man hath ſeene ſome Maieſty, and ſhould know. Hath he ſeene Maieſtie? Iſis elſe defend: and ſeruing you ſo long.