Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi typicality 0.84 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
I, I said so Sir, If you will make't an Action, call witness to't. I will inform your Father. Your Mother too: She's my good Lady; and will concieve, I hope But the worst of me. So I leave your Sir, To ' th' worst of discontent. I'll bereuenged: His meanest Garment? Well. Fear it not Sir: I would I were so sure To win the King, as I am bold, her Honour Will remain here's. What means do you make to him? Not any: but abide the change of Time, Quake in the present winter's state, and wish That warmer days would come: In these feared hope I barely gratify your love; they failing I must die much your debtor. Your very goodness, and your company, Ore-payes all I can do. By this your King, Hath heard of Great Augustus: Caius Lucius, Will does Commission throughly. And I think he'll grant the Tribute: send th' Arrearages, Or look upon our Romans', whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief. I do believe (Statist though I am none, nor like to be) That this will prove a War; and you shall hear The Legion now in Gallia, sooner landed In our not-fearing-Britaine, then have tidings Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen Are men more ordered, then when Iulius Caesar Smiled at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline, (Now wingled with their courages) will make known To their Approvers, they are People, such That mend upon the world. See Iachimo. The swiftest Hearts, have posted you by land; And Winds of all the Corners kissed your Sails, To make your vessel nimble. Welcome Sir. I hope the briefness of your answer, made The speediness of your return. Your Lady, Is one of the fairest that I have looked upon And therewithal the best, or let her beauty Look through a Casement to allure false hearts, And be false with them. here are Letters for you. Their tenure good I trust. 'Tis very like. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain Court, When you were there? He was expected then, But not approached. All is well yet, Sparkles this Stone as it was wont, or is't not Too dull for your good wearing? If I have lost it, I should have lost the worth of it in Gold, I'll make a journey twice as far, t'enjoy A second night of such sweet shortness, which Was mine in Britain, for the Ring is won. The Stones too hard to come by. Not a whit, Your Lady being so easy. Make note Sir Your loss, your Sport: I hope you know that we Must not continue Friends. Good Sir, we must If you keep Covenant: had I not brought The knowledge of your Mistress home, I grant We were to question farther; but I now Profess myself the winner of her Honour, Together with your Ring; and not the wronger Of her, or you having proceeded but By both your wills.
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I, I ſaid ſo Sir, If you will make't an Action, call witneſſe to't. I will enforme your Father. Your Mother too: She's my good Lady; and will concieue, I hope But the worſt of me. So I leaue your Sir, To' th' worſt of diſcontent. Ile bereueng'd: His mean'ſt Garment? Well. Feare it not Sir: I would I were ſo ſure To winne the King, as I am bold, her Honour Will remaine her's. What meanes do you make to him? Not any: but abide the change of Time, Quake in the preſent winters ſtate, and wiſh That warmer dayes would come: In theſe fear'd hope I barely gratifie your loue; they fayling I muſt die much your debtor. Your very goodneſſe, and your company, Ore-payes all I can do. By this your King, Hath heard of Great Auguſtus: Caius Lucius, Will do's Commiſſion throughly. And I think Hee'le grant the Tribute: ſend th' Arrerages, Or looke vpon our Romaines, whoſe remembrance Is yet freſh in their griefe. I do beleeue (Statiſt though I am none, nor like to be) That this will proue a Warre; and you ſhall heare The Legion now in Gallia, ſooner landed In our not-fearing-Britaine, then haue tydings Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen Are men more order'd, then when Iulius Caeſar Smil'd at their lacke of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at. Their diſcipline, (Now wing-led with their courages) will make knowne To their Approuers, they are People, ſuch That mend vpon the world. See Iachimo. The ſwifteſt Harts, haue poſted you by land; And Windes of all the Corners kiſs'd your Sailes, To make your veſſell nimble. Welcome Sir. I hope the briefeneſſe of your anſwere, made The ſpeedineſſe of your returne. Your Lady, Is one of the fayreſt that I haue look'd vpon And therewithall the beſt, or let her beauty Looke thorough a Caſement to allure falſe hearts, And be falſe with them. Heere are Letters for you. Their tenure good I truſt. 'Tis very like. Was Caius Lucius in the Britaine Court, When you were there? He was expected then, But not approach'd. All is well yet, Sparkles this Stone as it was wont, or is't not Too dull for your good wearing? If I haue loſt it, I ſhould haue loſt the worth of it in Gold, Ile make a iourney twice as farre, t'enioy A ſecond night of ſuch ſweet ſhortneſſe, which Was mine in Britaine, for the Ring is wonne. The Stones too hard to come by. Not a whit, Your Lady being ſo eaſy. Make note Sir Your loſſe, your Sport: I hope you know that we Muſt not continue Friends. Good Sir, we muſt If you keepe Couenant: had I not brought The knowledge of your Miſtris home, I grant We were to queſtion farther; but I now Profeſſe my ſelfe the winner of her Honor, Together with your Ring; and not the wronger Of her, or you hauing proceeded but By both your willes.