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 0.81 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
The Woman's part in me, for there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the Woman's part: be it Lying, note it, The woman's: Flattering, hers; Deceiving, hers: Lust, and rank thoughts, hers, hers: Revenges hers: Ambitions, Covet, change of Prides, Disdain, Nice-longing, Slanders, Mutability; All Faults that name, nay, that Hell knows, Why hers, in part, or all: but rather all For even to Vice They are not constant, but are changing still; One Vice, but of a minute old, for one Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater Skill In a true Hate, to pray they have their will: The very Devils cannot plague them better. Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us? When Iulius Caesar (whose remembrance yet Lives in men's eyes, and will to Ears and Tongues Be Theme, and hearing ever) was in this Britain, And Conquered it, Cassibulan thine Uncle (Famous in Caesar's praises, no whit less Than in his Feats deserving it) for him, And his Succession, granted Rome a Tribute, Yearly three thousand pounds; which (by thee) lately Is left vntendered. And to kill the marvel, Shall be so ever. There be many Caesars, Ere such another Iulius: Britaine's a world By itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own Noses. That opportunity Which then they had to take from's, to resume We have again. Remember Sir, my Liege, The Kings your Ancestors, together with The natural bravery of your Isle, which stands As Neptune's Park, ribbed, and paled in With Oaks unskaleable, and roaring Waters, With Sands that will not bear your Enemy's Boats, But suck them up to ' th' Topmast. A kind of Conquest Caesar made here, but made not here his brag Of Came, and Saw, and Overcame: with shame (The first that ever touched him) he was carried From off our Coast, twice beaten: and his Shipping (Poor ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas Like Egge-shels moved upon their Surges, cracked As easily 'gainst our Rocks. For joy whereof, The famed Cassibulan, who was once at point (Oh giglot Fortune) to master Caesar's Sword, Made Luds-Towne with reioycing-Fires bright, And Britain's strut with Courage. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid: our Kingdom is stronger than it was at that time: and (as I said) there is no more such Caesars, other of them may have crooked Noses, but to owe such strait Arms, none. Son, let your Mother end. We have yet many among us, can gripe as hard as Cassibulan, I do not say I am one: but I have a hand. Why Tribute? Why should we pay Tribute? If Caesar can hide the Sun from us with a Blanket, or put the Moon in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light: else Sir, no more Tribute, pray you now.
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The Womans part in me, for there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirme It is the Womans part: be it Lying, note it, The womans: Flattering, hers; Deceiuing, hers: Luſt, and ranke thoughts, hers, hers: Reuenges hers: Ambitions, Couetings, change of Prides, Diſdaine, Nice-longing, Slanders, Mutability; All Faults that name, nay, that Hell knowes, Why hers, in part, or all: but rather all For euen to Vice They are not conſtant, but are changing ſtill; One Vice, but of a minute old, for one Not halfe ſo old as that. Ile write againſt them, Deteſt them, curſe them: yet 'tis greater Skill In a true Hate, to pray they haue their will: The very Diuels cannot plague them better. Now ſay, what would Auguſtus Caeſar with vs? When Iulius Caeſar (whoſe remembrance yet Liues in mens eyes, and will to Eares and Tongues Be Theame, and hearing euer) was in this Britain, And Conquer'd it, Caſſibulan thine Vnkle (Famous in Caeſars prayſes, no whit leſſe Then in his Feats deſeruing it) for him, And his Succeſſion, granted Rome a Tribute, Yeerely three thouſand pounds; which (by thee) lately Is left vntender'd. And to kill the meruaile, Shall be ſo euer. There be many Caeſars, Ere ſuch another Iulius: Britaine's a world By it ſelfe, and we will nothing pay For wearing our owne Noſes. That opportunity Which then they had to take from's, to reſume We haue againe. Remember Sir, my Liege, The Kings your Anceſtors, together with The naturall brauery of your Iſle, which ſtands As Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd in With Oakes vnskaleable, and roaring Waters, With Sands that will not beare your Enemies Boates, But ſucke them vp to' th' Top-maſt. A kinde of Conqueſt Caeſar made heere, but made not heere his bragge Of Came, and Saw, and Ouer-came: with ſhame (The firſt that euer touch'd him) he was carried From off our Coaſt, twice beaten: and his Shipping (Poore ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas Like Egge-ſhels mou'd vpon their Surges, crack'd As eaſily 'gainſt our Rockes. For ioy whereof, The fam'd Caſſibulan, who was once at point (Oh giglet Fortune) to maſter Caeſars Sword, Made Luds-Towne with reioycing-Fires bright, And Britaines ſtrut with Courage. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid: our Kingdome is ſtronger then it was at that time: and (as I ſaid) there is no mo ſuch Caeſars, other of them may haue crook'd Noſes, but to owe ſuch ſtraite Armes, none. Son, let your Mother end. We haue yet many among vs, can gripe as hard as Caſſibulan, I doe not ſay I am one: but I haue a hand. Why Tribute? Why ſhould we pay Tribute? If Caeſar can hide the Sun from vs with a Blanket, or put the Moon in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light: elſe Sir, no more Tribute, pray you now.