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 0.77 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
You must know, Till the injurious Romans, did extort This Tribute from us, we were free. Caesar's Ambition, Which swelled so much, that it did almost stretch The sides o' th' World, against all colour here, Did put the yoke upon's; which to shake off Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon Ourselves to be, we do. Say then to Caesar, Our Ancestor was that Mulmutius, which Ordained our Laws, whose use the Sword of Caesar Hath too much mangled; whose repair, and franchise, Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed, Tho Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made our laws Who was the first of Britain, which did put His brows within a golden Crown, and called Himself a King. I am sorry Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar (Caesar, that hath more Kings his Servants, than Thyself Domestic Officers) thine Enemy: receive it from me then. War, and Confusion In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: Look For fury, not to be resisted. Thus defied, I thank thee for myself. Thou art welcome Caius, Thy Caesar Knighted me; my youth I spent Much under him; of him, I gathered Honour, Which he, to seek of me again, perforce, Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect, That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Their Liberties are now in Arms: a Precedent Which not to read, would show the Britain's cold: So Caesar shall not find them. Let proof speak. His Majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us, a day, or two, or longer: if you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our Salt-water-Girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours: if you fall in the adventure, our Crows shall far the better for you: and there's an end. So sir. I know your Master's pleasure, and he mine: All the Remain, is welcome. How? of Adultery? Wherefore writ you not What Monsters her accuse? Leonatus: Oh Master, what a strange infection Is fall'n into thy ear? What false Italian, (As poisonous tongued, as handed) hath prevailed On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal? No. She's punished for her Truth; and undergoes More Goddesse-like, then Wifelike; such Assaults As would take in some Virtue. Oh my Master, Thy mind to her, is now as low, as were Thy Fortunes. How? That I should murder her, Upon the Love, and Truth, and Vows; which I Have made to thy command? I her? Her blood? If it be so, to go do odd service, never Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, That I should seem to lack humanity, So much as this Fact comes to? Do't: The Letter. That I have sent her, by her own command, Shall give thee opportunity. Oh damned paper, Black as the Ink that's on thee: senseless bauble, Art thou a Foedarie for this Act; and look'st So Virginlike without? Lo her she comes. I am ignorant in what I am commanded. How now Pisanio?
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You muſt know, Till the iniurious Romans, did extort This Tribute from vs, we were free. Caeſars Ambition, Which ſwell'd ſo much, that it did almoſt ſtretch The ſides o' th' World, againſt all colour heere, Did put the yoake vpon's; which to ſhake off Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon Our ſelues to be, we do. Say then to Caeſar, Our Anceſtor was that Mulmutius, which Ordain'd our Lawes, whoſe vſe the Sword of Caeſar Hath too much mangled; whoſe repayre, and franchiſe, Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed, Tho Rome be therfore angry. Mulmutius made our lawes Who was the firſt of Britaine, which did put His browes within a golden Crowne, and call'd Himſelfe a King. I am ſorry Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Auguſtus Caeſar (Caeſar, that hath moe Kings his Seruants, then Thy ſelfe Domeſticke Officers) thine Enemy: Receyue it from me then. Warre, and Confuſion In Caeſars name pronounce I 'gainſt thee: Looke For fury, not to be reſiſted. Thus defide, I thanke thee for my ſelfe. Thou art welcome Caius, Thy Caeſar Knighted me; my youth I ſpent Much vnder him; of him, I gather'd Honour, Which he, to ſeeke of me againe, perforce, Behooues me keepe at vtterance. I am perfect, That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Their Liberties are now in Armes: a Preſident Which not to reade, would ſhew the Britaines cold: So Caeſar ſhall not finde them. Let proofe ſpeake. His Maieſty biddes you welcome. Make paſtime with vs, a day, or two, or longer: if you ſeek vs afterwards in other tearmes, you ſhall finde vs in our Salt-water-Girdle: if you beate vs out of it, it is yours: if you fall in the aduenture, our Crowes ſhall fare the better for you: and there's an end. So ſir. I know your Maſters pleaſure, and he mine: All the Remaine, is welcome. How? of Adultery? Wherefore write you not What Monſters her accuſe? Leonatus: Oh Maſter, what a ſtrange infection Is falne into thy eare? What falſe Italian, (As poyſonous tongu'd, as handed) hath preuail'd On thy too ready hearing? Diſloyall? No. She's puniſh'd for her Truth; and vndergoes More Goddeſſe-like, then Wife-like; ſuch Aſſaults As would take in ſome Vertue. Oh my Maſter, Thy mind to her, is now as lowe, as were Thy Fortunes. How? That I ſhould murther her, Vpon the Loue, and Truth, and Vowes; which I Haue made to thy command? I her? Her blood? If it be ſo, to go do od ſeruice, neuer Let me be counted ſeruiceable. How looke I, That I ſhould ſeeme to lacke humanity, So much as this Fact comes to? Doo't: The Letter. That I haue ſent her, by her owne command, Shall giue thee opportunitie. Oh damn'd paper, Blacke as the Incke that's on thee: ſenſeleſſe bauble, Art thou a Foedarie for this Act; and look'ſt So Virgin-like without? Loe her ſhe comes. I am ignorant in what I am commanded. How now Piſanio?