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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Mine Nightingale, We have beat them to their Beds. What Girl, though grey Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we A Brain that nourishes our Nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man, Commend unto his Lips thy savouring hand, Kiss it my Warrior: He hath fought to day, As if a God in hate of Mankind, had Destroyed in such a shape. I'll give thee Friend An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings. He has deserved it, were it Carbunkled Like holy Phoebus' Car. Give me thy hand, Through Alexandria make a jolly March, Bear our backed Targets, like the men that own them. Had our great Palace the capacity To Camp this host, we all would sup together, And drink Carouses to the next day's Fate Which promises Royal peril, Trumpeters With brazen din blast you the City's ear, Make mingle with our rattling Tabourines, That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach. If we be not relieved within this hour, We must return to ' th' Court of Guard: the night Is shiny, and they say, we shall embattle By ' th' second hour i' th' Morn. This last day was a shrewd one too's. Oh bear me witness night. What man is this? Stand close, and list him. Be witness to me (O thou blessed Moon) When men revolted shall upon Record Bear hateful memory: poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent. Enobarbus? Peace: Hark further. Oh Sovereign Mistress of true Melancholy, The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me, That Life, a very Rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault, Which being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts. Oh Anthony, Nobler than my revolt is Infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular, But let the world rank me in Register A Master leaver, and a fugitive: Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony! Let's speak to him. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Caesar. Let's do so, but he sleeps. Swoonds rather, for so bad a Prayer as his Was never yet for sleep. Go we to him. Awake sir, awake, speak to us. Hear you sir? The hand of death hath reached him. Hark the Drums demurely wake the sleepers: Let us bear him to ' th' Court of Guard: he is of note: Our hour is fully out. Come on then, he may recover yet. Their preparation is to day by Sea, We please them not by Land. For both, my Lord. I would they'd fight i' th' Fire, or i' th' Air, we'd fight there too. But this it is, our Foot Upon the hills adjoining to the City Shall stay with us. Order for Sea is given, They have put forth the Haven: Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour.
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Mine Nightingale, We haue beate them to their Beds. What Gyrle, though gray Do ſomthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we A Braine that nouriſhes our Nerues, and can Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man, Commend vnto his Lippes thy ſauouring hand, Kiſſe it my Warriour: He hath fought to day, As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had Deſtroyed in ſuch a ſhape. Ile giue thee Friend An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings. He has deſeru'd it, were it Carbunkled Like holy Phoebus Carre. Giue me thy hand, Through Alexandria make a iolly March, Beare our backt Targets, like the men that owe them. Had our great Pallace the capacity To Campe this hoaſt, we all would ſup together, And drinke Carowſes to the next dayes Fate Which promiſes Royall perill, Trumpetters With brazen dinne blaſt you the Citties eare, Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines, That heauen and earth may ſtrike their ſounds together, Applauding our approach. If we be not releeu'd within this houre, We muſt returne to' th' Court of Guard: the night Is ſhiny, and they ſay, we ſhall embattaile By 'th 'ſecond houre i' th' Morne. This laſt day was a ſhrew'd one too's. Oh beare me witneſſe night. What man is this? Stand cloſe, and liſt him. Be witneſſe to me (O thou bleſſed Moone) When men reuolted ſhall vpon Record Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did Before thy face repent. Enobarbus? Peace: Hearke further. Oh Soueraigne Miſtris of true Melancholly, The poyſonous dampe of night diſpunge vpon me, That Life, a very Rebell to my will, May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart Againſt the flint and hardneſſe of my fault, Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder, And finiſh all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony, Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous, Forgiue me in thine owne particular, But let the world ranke me in Regiſter A Maſter leauer, and a fugitiue: Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony! Let's ſpeake to him. Let's heare him, for the things he ſpeakes May concerne Caeſar. Let's do ſo, but he ſleepes. Swoonds rather, for ſo bad a Prayer as his Was neuer yet for ſleepe. Go we to him. Awake ſir, awake, ſpeake to vs. Heare you ſir? The hand of death hath raught him. Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the ſleepers: Let vs beare him to' th' Court of Guard: he is of note: Our houre is fully out. Come on then, he may recouer yet. Their preparation is to day by Sea, We pleaſe them not by Land. For both, my Lord. I would they'ld fight i' th' Fire, or i' th' Ayre, Wee'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foote Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty Shall ſtay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen, They haue put forth the Hauen: Where their appointment we may beſt diſcouer, And looke on their endeuour.