Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Do most dear Queen. Do, why, what else? Let me sit down: Oh Iuno. No, no, no, no, no. See you here, Sir? Oh fie, fie, fie. Madam. Madam, oh good Empress. Sir, sir. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept His sword e'en like a dancer, while I strooke The lean and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I That the mad Brutus ended: he alone Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practice had In the brave squares of War: yet now: no matter. Ah stand by. The Queen my Lord, the Queen. Go to him, Madam, speak to him, he's vnqualited with very shame. Well then, sustain me: Oh. Most Noble Sir arise, the Queen approaches, Her head's declined, and death will cease her, but Your comfort makes the rescue. I have offended Reputation, A most unnoble swerving. Sir, the Queen. Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt, see How I convey my shame, out of thine eyes, By looking back what I have left behind Stroyed in dishonour. Oh my Lord, my Lord. Forgive my fearful sails, I little thought You would have followed. Egypt, thou knewest too well, My heart was to thy Rudder tied by ' th' strings, And thou shouldst stowe me after. O'er my spirit The full supremacy thou knewest, and that Thy beck, might from the bidding of the Gods Command me. Oh my pardon. Now I must To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lownes, who With half the bulk o' th' world played as I pleased, Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know How much you were my Conqueror, and that My Sword, made weak by my affection, would Obey it on all cause. Pardon, pardon. Fall not a tear I say, one of them rates All that is won and lost: Give me a kiss, Even this repays me. We sent our Schoolmaster, is a come back? Love I am full of Lead: some Wine Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knows, We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. Let him appear that's come from Anthony. Know you him. Caesar, 'tis his Schoolmaster, An argument that he is plucked, when hither He sends so poor a Opinion of his Wing, Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers, Not many Moons gone by. Approach, and speak. Such as I am, I come from Anthony: I was of late as petty to his ends, As is the Morne-dew on the Myrtle leaf To his grand Sea. Be't so, declare thine office. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt, which not granted He Lessons his Requests, and to thee sues To let him breath between the Heavens and Earth A private man in Athens: this for him. Next, Cleopatra does confess thy Greatness, Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves The Circle of the Ptolemy's for her heirs, Now hazarded to thy Grace.
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Do moſt deere Queene. Do, why, what elſe? Let me ſit downe: Oh Iuno. No, no, no, no, no. See you heere, Sir? Oh fie, fie, fie. Madam. Madam, oh good Empreſſe. Sir, ſir. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept His ſword e'ne like a dancer▪ while I ſtrooke The leane and wrinkled Caſſius, and 'twas I That the mad Brutus ended: he alone Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practiſe had In the braue ſquares of Warre: yet now: no matter. Ah ſtand by. The Queene my Lord, the Queene. Go to him, Madam, ſpeake to him, Hee's vnqualited with very ſhame. Well then, ſuſtaine me: Oh. Moſt Noble Sir ariſe, the Queene approaches, Her head's declin'd, and death will ceaſe her, but Your comfort makes the reſcue. I haue offended Reputation, A moſt vnnoble ſweruing. Sir, the Queene. Oh whether haſt thou lead me Egypt, ſee How I conuey my ſhame, out of thine eyes, By looking backe what I haue left behinde Stroy'd in diſhonor. Oh my Lord, my Lord. Forgiue my fearfull ſayles, I little thought You would haue followed. Egypt, thou knew'ſt too well, My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by' th' ſtrings, And thou ſhould'ſt ſtowe me after. O're my ſpirit The full ſupremacie thou knew'ſt, and that Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods Command mee. Oh my pardon. Now I muſt To the young man ſend humble Treaties, dodge And palter in the ſhifts of lownes, who With halfe the bulke o' th' world plaid as I pleas'd, Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know How much you were my Conqueror, and that My Sword, made weake by my affection, would Obey it on all cauſe. Pardon, pardon. Fall not a teare I ſay, one of them rates All that is wonne and loſt: Giue me a kiſſe, Euen this repayes me. We ſent our Schoolemaſter, is a come backe? Loue I am full of Lead: ſome Wine Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes, We ſcorne her moſt, when moſt ſhe offers blowes. Let him appeare that's come from Anthony. Know you him. Caeſar, 'tis his Schoolemaſter, An argument that he is pluckt, when hither He ſends ſo poore a Pinnion of his Wing, Which had ſuperfluous Kings for Meſſengers, Not many Moones gone by. Approach, and ſpeake. Such as I am, I come from Anthony: I was of late as petty to his ends, As is the Morn-dew on the Mertle leafe To his grand Sea. Bee't ſo, declare thine office. Lord of his Fortunes he ſalutes thee, and Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted He Leſſons his Requeſts, and to thee ſues To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth A priuate man in Athens: this for him. Next, Cleopatra does confeſſe thy Greatneſſe, Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres, Now hazarded to thy Grace.