Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 489 words
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I have one thing more to ask him yet good Charmian: but 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me where I will write; all may be well enough. I warrant you Madam. Nay, nay Octavia, not only that, That were excusable, that and thousands more Of semblable import, but he hath waged New Wars 'gainst Pompey. Made his will, and read it, To public ear, spoke scantly of me, When perforce he could not But pay me terms of Honour: cold and sickly He vented then most narrow measure: lent me, When the best hint was given him: he not looked, Or did it from his teeth. Oh my good Lord, Believe not all, or if you must believe, Stomach not all. A more unhappy Lady, If this division chance, ne'er stood between Praying for both parts: The good Gods will mock me presently, When I shall pray: Oh bless my Lord, and Husband, Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, Oh bless my Brother. Husband win, win Brother, Prays, and distroyes the prayer, no midway 'Twixt these extremes at all. Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point which seeks Best to preserve it: if I lose mine Honour, I lose myself: better I were not yours Then your so branchlesse. But as you requested, Yourself shall go between's, the mean time Lady, I'll raise the preparation of a War Shall stain your Brother, make your soon haste, So your desires are yours. Thanks to my Lord, The Ioue of power make me most weak, most weak, You reconciler: Wars 'twixt you twain would be, As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should soader up the Rift. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way, for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going, Choose your own company, and command what cost Your heart he's mind too. How now Friend Eros? there's strange News come Sir. What man? Caesar & Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. This is old, what is the success? Caesar having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey: presently denied him rivality, would not let him partake in the glory of the action, and not resting here, accuses him of Letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey. Upon his own appeal seizes him, so the poor third is up, till death enlarge his Confine. Then would thou hadst a pair of chaps no more, and throw between them all the food thou hast, they'll grind the other. Where's Anthony? He's walking in the garden thus, and spurns The rush that lies before him. Cries Fool Lepidus, And threats the throat of that his Officer, That murdered Pompey. Our great Navies rigged. For Italy and Caesar, more Domitius, My Lord desires you presently: my News I might have told hereafter.
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I haue one thing more to aske him yet good Charmian: but 'tis no matter, thou ſhalt bring him to me where I will write; all may be well enough. I warrant you Madam. Nay, nay Octauia, not onely that, That were excuſable, that and thouſands more Of ſemblable import, but he hath wag'd New Warres 'gainſt Pompey. Made his will, and read it, To publicke eare, ſpoke ſcantly of me, When perforce he could not But pay me tearmes of Honour: cold and ſickly He vented then moſt narrow meaſure: lent me, When the beſt hint was giuen him: he not look't, Or did it from his teeth. Oh my good Lord, Beleeue not all, or if you muſt beleeue, Stomacke not all. A more vnhappie Lady, If this deuiſion chance, ne're ſtood betweene Praying for both parts: The good Gods wil mocke me preſently, When I ſhall pray: Oh bleſſe my Lord, and Husband, Vndo that prayer, by crying out as loud, Oh bleſſe my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother, Prayes, and diſtroyes the prayer, no midway 'Twixt theſe extreames at all. Gentle Octauia, Let your beſt loue draw to that point which ſeeks Beſt to preſerue it: if I looſe mine Honour, I looſe my ſelfe: better I were not yours Then your ſo branchleſſe. But as you requeſted, Your ſelfe ſhall go between's, the meane time Lady, Ile raiſe the preparation of a Warre Shall ſtaine your Brother, make your ſooneſt haſt, So your deſires are yours. Thanks to my Lord, The Ioue of power make me moſt weake, moſt weake, You reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be, As if the world ſhould cleaue, and that ſlaine men Should ſoader vp the Rift. When it appeeres to you where this begins, Turne your diſpleaſure that way, for our faults Can neuer be ſo equall, that your loue Can equally moue with them. Prouide your going, Chooſe your owne company, and command what coſt Your heart he's mind too. How now Friend Eros? Ther's ſtrange Newes come Sir. What man? Caeſar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey. This is old, what is the ſucceſſe? Caeſar hauing made vſe of him in the warres 'gainſt Pompey: preſently denied him riuality, would not let him partake in the glory of the action, and not reſting here, accuſes him of Letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey. Vpon his owne appeale ſeizes him, ſo the poore thir is vp, till death enlarge his Confine. Then would thou hadſt a paire of chaps no more, and throw betweene them all the food thou haſt, they'le grinde the other. Where's Anthony? He's walking in the garden thus, and ſpurnes The ruſh that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus, And threats the throate of that his Officer, That murdred Pompey. Our great Nauies rig'd. For Italy and Caeſar, more Domitius, My Lord deſires you preſently: my Newes I might haue told heareafter.