Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.82 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
He needs as many (Sir) as Caesar has, Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our Master Will leap to be his Friend: For us you know, Whose he is, we are, and that is Caesar's. So. Thus then thou most renowned, Caesar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou standest Further than he is Caesar's. Go on, right Royal. He knows that you embrace not Anthony As you did love, but as you feared him. Oh. The scarres upon your Honour, therefore he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserved. He is a God, And knows what is most right. Mine Honour Was not yielded, but conquered merely. To be sure of that, I will ask Anthony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee. Shall I say to Caesar, What you require of him: for he partly begs To be desired to give. It much would please him, That of his Fortunes you should make a staff To lean upon. But it would warm his spirits To hear from me you had left Anthony, And put yourself under his shroud, the universal Landlord. What's your name? My name is Thidias. Most kind Messenger, Say to great Caesar this in disputation, I kiss his conquering hand: Tell him, I am prompt To lay my Crown at's feet, and there to kneel. Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I hear The doom of Egypt. 'Tis your Noblest course: Wisdom and Fortune combatting together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay My duty on your hand. Your Caesar's Father oft, (When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in) Bestowed his lips on that unworthy place, As it rained kisses. Favours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou Fellow? One that but performs The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To have command obeyed. You will be whipped. Approach there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & devils Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa, Like Boys unto a musse, Kings would start forth, And cry, your will. Have you no ears? I am Anthony yet. Take hence this jack, and whip him. 'Tis better playing with a Lion's whelp, Then with an old one dying. Moon and Stars, Whip him: were't twenty of the greatest Tributaries That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here, what's her name Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellows, Till like a Boy you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence. Mark Anthony. Tug him away: being whipped Bring him again, the jack of Caesar's shall Bear us an arrant to him. You were half blasted ere I knew you: Ha'? Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome, Forborn the getting of a lawful Race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on Feeders?
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He needs as many (Sir) as Caeſar ha's, Or needs not vs. If Caeſar pleaſe, our Maſter Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know, Whoſe he is, we are, and that is Caeſars. So. Thus then thou moſt renown'd, Caeſar intreats, Not to conſider in what caſe thou ſtand'ſt Further then he is Caeſars. Go on, right Royall. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony As you did loue, but as you feared him. Oh. The ſcarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he Does pitty, as conſtrained blemiſhes, Not as deſerued. He is a God, And knowes what is moſt right. Mine Honour Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely. To be ſure of that, I will aske Anthony. Sir, ſir, thou art ſo leakie That we muſt leaue thee to thy ſinking, for Thy deereſt quit thee. Shall I ſay to Caeſar, What you require of him: for he partly begges To be deſir'd to giue. It much would pleaſe him, That of his Fortunes you ſhould make a ſtaffe To leane vpon. But it would warme his ſpirits To heare from me you had left Anthony, And put your ſelfe vnder his ſhrowd, the vniuerſal Landlord. What's your name? My name is Thidias. Moſt kinde Meſſenger, Say to great Caeſar this in diſputation, I kiſſe his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele. Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I hear The doome of Egypt. 'Tis your Nobleſt courſe: Wiſedome and Fortune combatting together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may ſhake it. Giue me grace to lay My dutie on your hand. Your Caeſars Father oft, (When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in) Beſtow'd his lips on that vnworthy place, As it rain'd kiſſes. Fauours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou Fellow? One that but performes The bidding of the fulleſt man, and worthieſt To haue command obey'd. You will be whipt. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa, Like Boyes vnto a muſſe, Kings would ſtart forth, And cry, your will. Haue you no eares? I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe, Then with an old one dying. Moone and Starres, Whip him: wer't twenty of the greateſt Tributaries That do acknowledge Caeſar, ſhould I finde them So ſawcy with the hand of ſhe heere, what's her name Since ſhe was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes, Till like a Boy you ſee him crindge his face, And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence. Marke Anthony. Tugge him away: being whipt Bring him againe, the Iacke of Caeſars ſhall Beare vs an arrant to him. You were halfe blaſted ere I knew you: Ha? Haue I my pillow left vnpreſt in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race, And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd By one that lookes on Feeders?