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 · 512 words
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No my Chuck. Eros, come mine Armour Eros. Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on, If Fortune be not ours to day, it is Because we brave her. Come. Nay, I'll help too, Anthony. What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art The Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this, Sooth-law I'll help: Thus it must be. Well, well, we shall thrive now. Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences. Briefly Sir. Is not this buckled well? Rarely, rarely: He that unbuckles this, till we do please To daft for our Repose, shall hear a storm. Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queens a Squire More tied at this, than thou: Dispatch. O Love, That thou couldst see my Wars to day and knewest The Royal Occupation, thou shouldst see A Workman in't. Good morrow to thee, welcome, Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike Charge: To business that we love, we rise betime, And go too't with delight. A thousand Sir, early though't be, have on their Riveted trim, and at the Port expect you. The Morn is fair: Good morrow General. Good morrow General. 'Tis well blown Lads. This Morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. So, so: Come give me that, this way, well-fed. Far thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me, This is a Soldiers kiss: rebukeable, And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more Mechanic Compliment, I'll leave thee. Now like a man of Steel, you that will fight, Fellow me close, I'll bring you too't: Adieu. Please you retire to your Chamber? Led me: He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar might Determine this great War in single fight; Then Anthony; but now. Well on. The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony. Would thou, & those thy scars had once prevailed To make me fight at Land. Had'st thou done so, The Kings that have revolted, and the Soldier That has this morning left thee, would have still Followed thy heels. Whos's gone this morning? Who? one ever near thee, call for Enobarbus, He shall not hear thee, or from Caesar's Camp, Say I am none of thine. What sayest thou? Sir he is with Caesar. Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him. Is he gone? Most certain. Go Eros, send his Treasure after, do it, Detain no jot I charge thee: writ to him, (I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings; Say, that I wish he never find more cause To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes have Corrupted honest men. Dispatch Enobarbus. Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is Anthony be took alive: Make it so known. Caesar, I shall. The time of universal peace is near: Prove this a prosperous day, the three nook'd world Shall bear the Olive freely. Anthony is come into the Field. Go charge Agrippa, Plant those that have revolted in the Vant, That Anthony may seem to spend his Fury Upon himself.
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No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros. Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on, If Fortune be not ours to day, it is Becauſe we braue her. Come. Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony. What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art The Armourer of my heart: Falſe, falſe: This, this, Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it muſt bee. Well, well, we ſhall thriue now. Seeſt thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences. Briefely Sir. Is not this buckled well? Rarely, rarely: He that vnbuckle this, till we do pleaſe To daft for our Repoſe, ſhall heare a ſtorme. Thou fumbleſt Eros, and my Queenes a Squire More tight at this, then thou: Diſpatch. O Loue, That thou couldſt ſee my Warres to day and knew'ſt The Royall Occupation, thou ſhould'ſt ſee A Workeman in't. Good morrow to thee, welcome, Thou look'ſt like him that knowes a warlike Charge: To buſineſſe that we loue, we riſe betime, And go too't with delight. A thouſand Sir, early though't be, haue on their Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall. Good morrow Generall. 'Tis well blowne Lads. This Morning, like the ſpirit of a youth That meanes to be of note, begins betimes. So, ſo: Come giue me that, this way, well-ſed. Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me, This is a Soldiers kiſſe: rebukeable, And worthy ſhamefull checke it were, to ſtand On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee. Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight, Follow me cloſe, Ile bring you too't: Adieu. Pleaſe you retyre to your Chamber? Lead me: He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caeſar might Determine this great Warre in ſingle fight; Then Anthony; but now. Well on. The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony. Would thou, & thoſe thy ſcars had once preuaild To make me fight at Land. Had▪ſt thou done ſo, The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier That has this morning left thee, would haue ſtill Followed thy heeles. Whoſe gone this morning? Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enobarbus, He ſhall not heare thee, or from Caeſars Campe, Say I am none of thine. What ſayeſt thou? Sir he is with Caeſar. Sir, his Cheſts and Treaſure he has not with him. Is he gone? Moſt certaine. Go Eros, ſend his Treaſure after, do it, Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him, (I will ſubſcribe) gentle adieu's, and greetings; Say, that I wiſh he neuer finde more cauſe To change a Maſter. Oh my Fortunes haue Corrupted honeſt men. Diſpatch Enobarbus. Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is Anthony e tooke aliue: Make it ſo knowne. Caeſar, I ſhall. The time of vniuerſall peace is neere: Proue this a proſp'rous day, the three ook'd world Shall beare the Oliue freely. Anthony is come into the Field. Go charge Agrippa, Plant thoſe that haue reuolted in the Vant, That Anthony may ſeeme to ſpend his Fury Vpon himſelfe.