Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Sole Sir o' th' World, I cannot project mine own cause so well To make it clear, but do confess I have Been laden with like frailties, which before Have often shamed our Sex. Cleopatra know, We will extenuate rather than enforce: If you apply yourself to our intents, Which towards you are most gentle, you shall find A benefit in this change: but if you seek To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking Anthony's course, you shall bereave yourself Of my good purposes, and put your children To that destruction which I'll guard them from, If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave. And may through all the world: 'tis yours, & we your Scutcheons, and your signs of Conquest shall Hang in what place you please. Here my good Lord. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. This is the brief: of Money, Plate, & jewels I am possessed of, 'tis exactly valued, Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus? here Madam. This is my Treasurer, let him speak (my Lord) Upon his peril, that I have reserved To myself nothing. Speak the truth Seleucus. Madam; I had rather seel my lips, Then to my peril speak that which is not. What have I kept back. Enough to purchase what you have made known Nay blush not Cleopatra, I approve Your Wisdom in the deed. See Caesar: Oh behold, How pomp is followed: Mine will now be yours, And should we shift estates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus, does Even make me wild. Oh Slave, of no more trust Than love that's hired? What goest thou back, thou shalt Go back I warrant thee: but I'll catch thine eyes Though they had wings. Slave, Soulless, Villain, Dog. O rarely base! Good Queen, let us entreat you. O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this, That thou vouchsafing here to visit me, Doing the Honour of thy lordliness To one so meek, that mine own Servant should Parcel the sum of my disgraces, by Addition of his Envy Say (good Caesar) That I some Lady trifles have reserved, Immoment toys, things of such Dignity As we greet modern Friends withal, and say Some Nobler token I have kept apart For Liuia and Octavia, to induce Their mediation, must I be unfolded With one that I have bred: The Gods! it smites me Beneath the fall I have. Prithee go hence, Or I shall show the Cinders of my spirits Through th' Ashes of my chance: Were't thou a man, Thou wouldst have mercy on me. Forbear Seleucus. Be it known, that we the greatest are mis-thoght For things that others do: and when we fall, We answer others merits, in our name Are therefore to be pitied.
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Sole Sir o' th' World, I cannot proiect mine owne cauſe ſo well To make it cleare, but do confeſſe I haue Bene laden with like frailties, which before Haue often ſham'd our Sex. Cleopatra know, We will extenuate rather then inforce: If you apply your ſelfe to our intents, Which towards you are moſt gentle, you ſhall finde A benefit in this change: but if you ſeeke To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking Anthonies courſe, you ſhall bereaue your ſelfe Of my good purpoſes, and put your children To that deſtruction which Ile guard them from, If thereon you relye. Ile take my leaue. And may through all the world: tis yours, & we your Scutcheons, and your ſignes of Conqueſt ſhall Hang in what place you pleaſe. Here my good Lord. You ſhall aduiſe me in all for Cleopatra. This is the breefe: of Money, Plate, & Iewels I am poſſeſt of, 'tis exactly valewed, Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus? Heere Madam. This is my Treaſurer, let him ſpeake (my Lord) Vpon his perill, that I haue reſeru'd To my ſelfe nothing. Speake the truth Seleucus. Madam; I had rather ſeele my lippes, Then to my perill ſpeake that which is not. What haue I kept backe. Enough to purchaſe what you haue made known Nay bluſh not Cleopatra, I approue Your Wiſedome in the deede. See Caeſar: Oh behold, How pompe is followed: Mine will now be yours, And ſhould we ſhift eſtates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus, does Euen make me wilde. Oh Slaue, of no more truſt Then loue that's hyt'd? What goeſt thou backe, yu ſhalt Go backe I warrant thee: but Ile catch thine eyes Though they had wings. Slaue, Soule-leſſe, Villain, Dog. O rarely baſe! Good Queene, let vs intreat you. O Caeſar, what a wounding ſhame is this, That thou vouchſafing heere to viſit me, Doing the Honour of thy Lordlineſſe To one ſo meeke, that mine owne Seruant ſhould Parcell the ſumme of my diſgraces, by Addition of his Enuy Say (good Caeſar) That I ſome Lady trifles hae reſeru'd, Immoment toyes, things of ſuch Dignitie As we greet moderne Friends withall, and ſay Some Nobler token I haue kept apart For Lii and Octauia, to induce Their mediation, muſt I be vnfolded With one that I haue bred: The Gods! it ſmites me Beneath the fall I haue. Prythee go hence, Or I ſhall ſhew the Cynders of my ſpirits Through th' Aſhes of my chance: Wer't thou a man, Thou would'ſt haue mercy on me. Forbeare Seleucus. Be it known, that we the greateſt are miſ-thoght For things that others do: and when we fall, We anſwer others merits, in our name Are therefore to be pittied.