Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Caesar. Proculeius, What thou hast done, thy Master Caesar knows, And he hath sent for thee: for the Queen, I'll take her to my Guard. So Dolabella, It shall content me best: Be gentle to her, To Caesar I will speak, what you shall please, If you'll employ me to him. Say, I would dye. Most Noble Empress, you have heard of me. I cannot tell. Assuredly you know me. No matter sir, what I have heard or known: You laugh when Boys or Women tell their Dreams, Is't not your trick? I understand not, Madam. I dreamt there was an Emperor Anthony. Oh such another sleep, that I might see But such another man. If it might please ye. His face was as the Heavens, and therein stuck A Sun and Moon, which kept their course, & lighted The little o' th' earth. Most Sovereign Creature. His legs bestrid the Ocean, his reared arm Crested the world: His voice was propertied As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends: But when he meant to quail, and shake the Orb, He was as rattling Thunder. For his Bounty, There was no winter in't. An Anthony it was, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were Dolphin-like, they showed his back above The Element they lived in: In his Livery Walked Crowns and Crownets: Realms & Islands were As plates dropped from his pocket. Cleopatra. Think you there was, or might be such a man As this I dreamt of? Gentle Madam, no. You Lie up to the hearing of the Gods: But if there be, nor ever were one such It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy, yet t' imagine An Anthony were Nature's piece, 'gainst Fancy, Condemning shadows quite. Hear me, good Madam: Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it As answering to the weight, would I might never Ore-take pursued success: But I do feel By the rebound of yours, a grief that suits My very heart at root. I thank you sir: Know you what Caesar means to do with me? I am loath to tell you what, I would you knew. Nay pray you sir. Though he be Honourable. he'll lead me then in Triumph. Madam he will, I know't. Make way there Caesar. Which is the Queen of Egypt. It is the Emperor Madam. Arise, you shall not kneel: I pray you rise, rise Egypt. Sir, the Gods will have it thus, My Master and my Lord I must obey, Take to you no hard thoughts, The Record of what injuries you did us, Though written in our flesh, we shall remember As things but done by chance.
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You do extend Theſe thoughts of horror further then you ſhall Finde cauſe in Caeſar. Proculeius, What thou haſt done, thy Maſter Caeſar knowes, And he hath ſent for thee: for the Queene, Ile take her to my Guard. So Dolabella, It ſhall content me beſt: Be gentle to her, To Caeſar I will ſpeake, what you ſhall pleaſe, If you'l imploy me to him. Say, I would dye. Moſt Noble Empreſſe, you haue heard of me. I cannot tell. Aſſuredly you know me. No matter ſir, what I haue heard or knowne: You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames, Is't not your tricke? I vnderſtand not, Madam. I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony. Oh ſuch another ſleepe, that I might ſee But ſuch another man. If it might pleaſe ye. His face was as the Heau'ns, and therein ſtucke A Sunne and Moone, which kept their courſe, & lighted The little o' th' earth. Moſt Soueraigne Creature. His legges beſtrid the Ocean, his rear'd arme Creſted the world: His voyce was propertied As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends: But when he meant to quaile, and ſhake the Orbe, He was as ratling Thunder. For his Bounty, There was no winter in't. An Anthony it was, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were Dolphin-like, they ſhew'd his backe aboue The Element they liu'd in: In his Liuery Walk'd Crownes and Crownets: Realms & Iſlands were As plates dropt from his pocket. Cleopatra. Thinke you there was, or might be ſuch a man As this I dreampt of? Gentle Madam, no. You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods: But if there be, nor euer were one ſuch It's paſt the ſize of dreaming: Nature wants ſtuffe To vie ſtrange formes with fancie, yet t' imagine An Anthony were Natures peece, 'gainſt Fancie, Condemning ſhadowes quite. Heare me, good Madam: Your loſſe is as your ſelfe, great; and you beare it As anſwering to the waight, would I might neuer Ore-take purſu'de ſucceſſe: But I do feele By the rebound of yours, a greefe that ſuites My very heart at roote. I thanke you ſir: Know you what Caeſar meanes to do with me? I am loath to tell you what, I would you knew. Nay pray you ſir. Though he be Honourable. Hee'l leade me then in Triumph. Madam he will, I know't. Make way there Caeſar. Which is the Queene of Egypt. It is the Emperor Madam. Ariſe, you ſhall not kneele: I pray you riſe, riſe Egypt. Sir, the Gods will haue it thus, My Maſter and my Lord I muſt obey, Take to you no hard thoughts, The Record of what iniuries you did vs, Though written in our fleſh, we ſhall remember As things but done by chance.