Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.76 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer: Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admiral, With all their sixty fly, and turn the Rudder: To see't, mine eyes are blasted. Gods, & Goddesses, all the whole synod of them! What's thy passion. The greater Cantle of the world, is lost With very ignorance, we have kissed away Kingdoms, and Provinces. How appears the Fight? On our side, like the Tokened Pestilence, Where death is sure. Yond ribald Nag of Egypt, (Whom Leprosy o'ertake) i' th' midst o' th' fight, When vantage like a pair of Twins appeared Both as the same, or rather outs the elder; (The Breeze upon her) like a Cow in Inn, Hoists Sails, and flies. That I beheld: Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not. Endure a further view. She once being looft, The Noble ruin of her Magic, Anthony, Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard) Leaving the Fight in height, flies after her: I never saw an Action of such shame; Experience, Manhood, Honour, ne'er before, Did violate so itself. Alack, alack. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath, And sinks most lamentably. Had our General Been what he knew himself, it had gone well: Oh his has given example for our flight, Most grossly by his own. I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight indeed. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled. 'Tis easy toot, And there I will attend what further comes. To Caesar will I render My Legions and my Horse, six Kings already Show me the way of yielding. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. Hark, the Land bids me tread no more upon't, It is ashamed to bear me. Friends, come hither, I am so lated in the world, that I Have lost my way for ever. I have a ship, Laden with Gold, take that, divide it: fly, And make your peace with Caesar. Fly? Not we. I have fled myself, and have instructed cowards To run, and show their shoulders. Friends be gone, I have myself resolved upon a course, Which has no need of you. Be gone, My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh, I followed that I blush to look upon, My very haites do mutiny: for the white Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them For fear, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall Have Letters from me to some Friends, that will Sweep your way for you. Pray you look not sad, Nor make replies of loathness, take the hint Which my despair proclaims. Let them be left Which leaves itself, to the Seaside straight way; I will possess you of that ship and Treasure. Leave me, I pray a little: pray you now, Nay do so: for indeed I have lost command, Therefore I pray you, I'll see you by and by. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.
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Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer: Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall, With all their ſixty flye, and turne the Rudder: To ſee't, mine eyes are blaſted. Gods, & Goddeſſes, all the whol ſynod of them! What's thy paſſion. The greater Cantle of the world, is loſt With very ignorance, we haue kiſt away Kingdomes, and Prouinces. How appeares the Fight? On our ſide, like the Token'd Peſtilence, Where death is ſure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt, (Whom Leproſie o're-take) i' th' midſt o' th' fight, When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd Both as the ſame, or rather outs the elder; (The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Inne, Hoiſts Sailes, and flyes. That I beheld: Mine eyes did ſicken at the ſight, and could not. Indure a further view. She once being looft, The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony, Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard) Leauing the Fight in heighth, flyes after her: I neuer ſaw an Action of ſch ſhame; Experience, Man-hood, Honor, ne're before, Did violate ſo it ſelfe. Alacke, alacke. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath, And ſinkes moſt lamentably. Had our Generall Bin what he knew himſelfe, it had gone well: Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight, Moſt groſſely by his owne. I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight indeede. Toward Peloponneſus are they fled. 'Tis eaſie toot, And there I will attend what further comes. To Caeſar will I render My Legions and my Horſe, ſixe Kings alreadie Shew me the way of yeelding. Ile yet follow The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reaſon Sits in the winde againſt me. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't, It is aſham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither, I am ſo lated in the world, that I Haue loſt my way for euer. I haue a ſhippe, Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye, And make your peace with Caeſar. Fly? Not wee. I haue fled my ſelfe, and haue inſtructed cowards To runne, and ſhew their ſhoulders. Friends be gone, I haue my ſelfe reſolu'd vpon a courſe, Which has no neede of you. Be gone, My Treaſure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh, I follow'd that I bluſh to looke vpon, My very haites do mutiny: for the white Reproue the browne for raſhneſſe, and they them For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you ſhall Haue Letters from me to ſome Friends, that will Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not ſad, Nor make replyes of loathneſſe, take the hint Which my diſpaire proclaimes. Let them be left Which leaues it ſelfe, to the Sea-ſide ſtraight way; I will poſſeſſe you of that ſhip and Treaſure. Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now, Nay do ſo: for indeede I haue loſt command, Therefore I pray you, Ile ſee you by and by. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.