Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
When did she send thee? Now my Lord. Where is she? Locked in her Monument: she had a Prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw (Which never shall be found) you did suspect She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead: But fearing since how it might work, hath sent Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come I dread, too late. Too late good Diomedes: call my Guard I prithee. What hoa: the Emperor's Guard, The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calls. Bear me good Friends where Cleopatra bides, 'Tis the last service that I shall command you. Woe, woe are we sir, you may not live to wear All your true Followers out. Most heavy day. Nay good my Fellows, do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrows. Bid that welcome Which comes to punish us, and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up, I have led you oft, carry me now good Friends, And have my thankes for all. Oh Charmian, I will never go from hence. Be comforted dear Madam. No, I will not: All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow Proportioned to our cause, must be as great As that which makes it. How now? is he dead? His death's upon him, but not dead. Look out o' th' other side your Monument, His Guard have brought him thither. Oh Sun, Burn the great Sphere thou movest in, darkling stand The varrying shore o' th' world. O Antony, Antony, Antony Help Charmian, help Iras help: help Friends Below, let's draw him hither. Peace, Not Caesar's Valour hath o'er thrown Anthony, But Anthonie's hath Triumphed on itself. So it should be, That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony, But woe 'tis so. I am dying Egypt, dying; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses, the poor last I lay upon thy lips. I dare not Dear, Dear my Lord pardon: I dare not, Lest I be taken: not th' Imperious show Of the full-fortuned Caesar, ever shall Be brooched with me, if Knife, Drugs, Serpents have Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe: Your Wife Octavia, with her modest eyes, And still Conclusion, shall acquire no Honour Demurring upon me: but come, come Anthony, Help me my women, we must draw thee up: Assist good Friends. Oh quick, or I am gone. here's sport indeed: How heavy weighs my Lord? Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, The strong winged Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little, Wishers were ever Fools. Oh come, come, come, And welcome, welcome. die when thou hast lived, Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out. A heavy sight.
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When did ſhee ſend thee? Now my Lord. Where is ſhe? Lockt in her Monument▪ ſhe had a Propheſying feare Of what hath come to paſſe: for when ſhe ſaw (Which neuer ſhall be found) you did ſuſpect She had diſpos'd with Caeſar, and that your rage Would not be purg'd, ſhe ſent you word ſhe was dead: But fearing ſince how it might worke, hath ſent Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come I dread, too late. Too late good Diomed: call my Guard I prythee. What hoa: the Emperors Guard, The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calles. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides, 'Tis the laſt ſeruice that I ſhall command you. Woe, woe are we ſir, you may not liue to weare All your true Followers out. Moſt heauy day. Nay good my Fellowes, do not pleaſe ſharp fate To grace it with your ſorrowes. Bid that welcome Which comes to puniſh vs, and we puniſh it Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp, I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends, And haue my thankes for all. Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence. Be comforted deere Madam. No, I will not: All ſtrange and terrible euents are welcome, But comforts we diſpiſe; our ſize of ſorrow Proportion'd to our cauſe, muſt be as great As that which makes it. How now? is he dead? His death's vpon him, but not dead. Looke out o' th other ſide your Monument, His Guard haue brought him thither. Oh Sunne, Burne the great Sphere thou mou'ſt in, darkling ſtand The varrying ſhore o' th' world. O Antony, Antony, Antony Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends Below, let's draw him hither. Peace, Not Caeſars Valour hath o're throwne Anthony, But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it ſelfe. So it ſhould be, That none but Anthony ſhould conquer Anthony, But woe 'tis ſo. I am dying Egypt, dying; onely I heere importune death a-while, vntill Of many thouſand kiſſes, the poore laſt I lay vpon thy lippes. I dare not Deere, Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not, Leaſt I be taken: not th' Imperious ſhew Of the full-Fortun'd Caeſar, euer ſhall Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue Edge, ſting, or operation. I am ſafe: Your Wife Octauia, with her modeſt eyes, And ſtill Concluſion, ſhall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me▪ but come, come Anthony, Helpe me my women, we muſt draw the vp▪ Aſſiſt good Friends. Oh quicke, or I am gone. Heere's ſport indeede: How heauy weighes my Lord? Our ſtrength is all gone into heauineſſe, That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power, The ſtrong wing'd Mercury ſhould fetch thee vp, And ſet thee by Ioues ſide. Yet come a little, Wiſhers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come, And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou haſt liu'd, Quicken with kiſſing: had my lippes that power, Thus would I weare them out. A heauy ſight.