Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
The breaking of so great a thing, should make A greater crack. The round World Should have shook Lions into civil streets, And Citizens to their dens. The death of Anthony Is not a single doom, in the name lay A moiety of the world. He is dead Caesar, Not by a public minister of justice, Nor by a hired Knife, but that selfe-hand Which writ his Honour in the Acts it did, Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it, Split the heart. This is his Sword, I robbed his wound of it: behold it stained With his most Noble blood. Look you sad Friends, The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tidings To wash the eyes of Kings. And strange it is, That Nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds. His taints and Honours, waged equal with him. A Rarer spirit never Did steer humanity: but you Gods will give us Some faults to make us men, Caesar is touched. When such a spacious Mirror's set before him, He needs must see himself. Oh Anthony, I have followed thee to this, but we do launch Diseases in our Bodies. I must perforce Have shown to thee such a declining day, Or look on thine: we could not stall together, In the whole world. But yet let me lament With tears as Sovereign as the blood of hearts, That thou my Brother, my Competitor, In top of all design; my Mate in Empire, Friend and Companion in the front of War, The Arm of mine own Body, and the Heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Stars Vnreconciliable, should divide our equalness to this. Hear me good Friends, But I will tell you at some meeter Season, The business of this man looks out of him, we'll hear him what he says. Whence are you? A poor Egyptian yet, the Queen my mistress Confined in all, she has her Monument Of thy intents, desires, instruction, That she preparedly may frame herself To ' th' way she's forced too. Bid her have good heart, She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, How honourable, and how kindly We Determine for her. For Caesar cannot leave to be ungentle So the Gods preserve thee. Come hither Proculeius. Go and say We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require; Lest in her greatness, by some mortal stroke She do defeat us. For her life in Rome, Would be eternal in our Triumph: Go, And with your speediest bring us what she says, And how you find of her. Caesar I shall. Gallus, go you along: where's Dolabella, to second Proculeius? Dolabella. Let him alone: for I remember now How he's employed: he shall in time be ready. Go with me to my Tent, where you shall see How hardly I was drawn into this War, How calm and gentle I proceeded still In all my Writings. Go with me, and see What I can show in this.
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The breaking of ſo great a thing, ſhould make A greater cracke. The round World Should haue ſhooke Lyons into ciuill ſtreets, And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of Anthony Is not a ſingle doome, in the name lay A moity of the world. He is dead Caeſar, Not by a publike miniſter of Iuſtice, Nor by a hyred Knife▪ but that ſelfe-hand Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did, Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it, Splitted the heart. This is his Sword, I robb'd his wound of it: behold it ſtain'd With his moſt Noble blood. Looke you ſad Friends, The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tydings To waſh the eyes of Kings. And ſtrange it is, That Nature muſt compell vs to lament Our moſt perſiſted deeds. His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him. A Rarer ſpirit neuer Did ſteere humanity: but you Gods will giue vs Some faults to make vs men, Caeſar is touch'd. When ſuch a ſpacious Mirror's ſet before him, He needes muſt ſee him ſelfe. Oh Anthony, I haue followed thee to this, but we do launch Diſeaſes in our Bodies. I muſt perforce Haue ſhewne to thee ſuch a declining day, Or looke on thine: we could not ſtall together, In the whole world. But yet let me lament With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts, That thou my Brother, my Competitor, In top of all deſigne; my Mate in Empire, Friend and Companion in the front of Warre, The Arme of mine owne Body, and the Heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Starres Vnreconciliable, ſhould diuide our equalneſſe to this. Heare me good Friends, But I will tell you at ſome meeter Seaſon, The buſineſſe of this man lookes out of him, Wee'l heare him what he ſayes. Whence are you? A poore Egyptian yet, the Queen my miſtris Confin'd in all, ſhe has her Monument Of thy intents, deſires, inſtruction, That ſhe preparedly may frame her ſelfe To' th' way ſhee's forc'd too. Bid her haue good heart, She ſoone ſhall know of vs, by ſome of ours, How honourable, and how kindely Wee Determine for her. For Caeſar cannot leaue to be vngentle So the Gods preſerue thee. Come hither Proculeius. Go and ſay We purpoſe her no ſhame: giue her what comforts The quality of her paſſion ſhall require; Leaſt in her greatneſſe, by ſome mortall ſtroke She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome, Would be eternall in our Triumph: Go, And with your ſpeedieſt bring vs what ſhe ſayes, And how you finde of her. Caeſar I ſhall. Gallus, go you along: where's Dolabella, to ſecond Proculeius? Dolabella. Let him alone: for I remember now How hee's imployd: he ſhall in time be ready. Go with me to my Tent, where you ſhall ſee How hardly I was drawne into this Warre, How calme and gentle I proceeded ſtill In all my Writings. Go with me, and ſee What I can ſhew in this.