Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Well said, come on: Call forth my Household Servants, let's to night Be bounteous at our Meal. Give me thy hand, Thou hast been rightly honest, so hast thou, Thou, and thou, and thou: you have served me well, And Kings have been your fellows. What means this? 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots Out of the mind. And thou art honest too: I wish I could be made so many men, And all of you clapped up together, in An Anthony: that I might do you service, So good as you have done. The Gods forbidden. Well, my good Fellows, wait on me to night: Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me, As when mine Empire was your Fellow too, And suffered my command. What does he mean? To make his Followers weep. Tend me to night; May be, it is the period of your duty, Haply you shall not see me more, or if, A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow, You'll serve another Master. I look on you, As one that takes his leave. Mine honest Friends, I turn you not away, but like a Master Married to your good service, stay till death: Tend me to night two hours, I ask no more, And the Gods yield you for't. What mean you (Sir) To give them this discomfort? Look they weep, And I an Ass, am Onyon-eyed; for shame, Transform us not to women. Ho, ho, ho: Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus. Grace grow where those drops fall (my hearty Friends) You take me in too dolorous a sense, For I spoke to you for your comfort, did desire you To burn this night with Torches: Know (my hearts) I hope well of to morrow, and will lead you, Where rather I'll expect victorious life, Then death, and Honor. Let's to Supper, come, And drown consideration. Brother, good-night: to morrow is the day. It will determine one way: Far you well. Herd you of nothing strange about the streets. Nothing: what news? Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you. Well sir, good night. Soldiers, have careful Watch. And you: Good-night, good-night. here we: and if to morrow Our Navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our Landmen will stand up. 'Tis a brave Army, and full of purpose. Peace, what noise? List list. Hark. Music i' th' Air. Under the earth. It signs well, does it not? No. Peace I say: What should this mean? 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loved, Now leaves him. Walk, let's see if other Watchmen Do hear what we do? How now Masters? How now? how now do you hear this? I, is't not strange? Do you hear Masters? Do you hear? Fellow the noise so far as we have quarter. Let's see how it will give off. Content: 'Tis strange. Eros, mine Armour Eros. Sleep a little.
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Well ſaid, come on: Call forth my Houſhold Seruants, lets to night Be bounteous at our Meale. Giue me thy hand, Thou haſt bin rightly honeſt, ſo haſt thou, Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue ſeru'd me well, And Kings haue beene your fellowes. What meanes this? 'Tis one of thoſe odde tricks which ſorow ſhoots Out of the minde. And thou art honeſt too: I wiſh I could be made ſo many men, And all of you clapt vp together, in An Anthony: that I might do you ſeruice, So good as you haue done. The Gods forbid. Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night: Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me▪ As when mine Empire was your Fellow too, And ſuffer'd my command. What does he meane? To make his Followers weepe. Tend me to night; May be, it is the period of your duty, Haply you ſhall not ſee me more, or if, A mangled ſhadow. Perchance to morrow, You'l ſerue another Maſter. I looke on you, As one that takes his leaue. Mine honeſt Friends, I turne you not away, but like a Maſter Married to your good ſeruice, ſtay till death: Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more, And the Gods yeeld you for't. What meane you (Sir) To giue them this diſcomfort? Looke they weepe, And I an Aſſe, am Onyon-ey'd; for ſhame, Transforme vs not to women. Ho, ho, ho: Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus. Grace grow where thoſe drops fall (my hearty Friends) You take me in too dolorous a ſenſe, For I ſpake to you for your comfort, did deſire you To burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts) I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you, Where rather Ile expect victorious life, Then death, and Honor. Let's to Supper, come, And drowne conſideration. Brother, goodnight: to morrow is the day. It will determine one way: Fare you well. Heard you of nothing ſtrange about the ſtreets. Nothing: what newes? Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you. Well ſir, good night. Souldiers, haue carefull Watch. And you: Goodnight, goodnight. Heere we: and if to morrow Our Nauie thriue, I haue an abſolute hope Our Landmen will ſtand vp. 'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpoſe. Peace, what noiſe? Liſt liſt. Hearke. Muſicke i' th' Ayre. Vnder the earth. It ſignes well, do's it not? No. Peace I ſay: What ſhould this meane? 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued, Now leaues him. Walke, let's ſee if other Watchmen Do heare what we do? How now Maiſters? How now? how now do you heare this? I, is't not ſtrange? Do you heare Maſters? Do you heare? Follow the noyſe ſo farre as we haue quarter. Let's ſee how it will giue off. Content: 'Tis ſtrange. Eros, mine Armour Eros. Sleepe a little.