Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.83 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
The time is troublesome: we'll slip you for a season, but our jealousy Does yet depend. So please your Majesty, The Roman Legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your Coast, with a supply Of Roman Gentlemen, by the Senate sent. Now for the Counsel of my Son and Queen, I am amazed with matter. Good my Liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready: The want is, but to put those Powers in motion, That long to move. I thank you: let's withdraw And meet the Time, as it seeks us. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us, but We grieve at chances here. Away. I heard no Letter from my Master, since I wrote him Imogen was slain. 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my Mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings. Neither know I What is betide to Cloten, but remain Perplexed in all. The Heavens still must work: Wherein I am false, I am honest: not true, to be true. These present wars shall find I love my Country, Even to the note o' th' King, or I'll fall in them: All other doubts, by time let them be cleared, Fortune brings in some Boats, that are not steered. The noise is round about us. Let us from it. What pleasure Sir, we find in life, to lock it From Action, and Adventure. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? This way the Romans' Must, or for Britain's slay us or receive us For barbarous and unnatural Revolts During their use, and slay us after. Sons, Wee'l higher to the Mountaines, there secure v▪ To the King's party there's no going: newness Of Clotens death (we being not known, not mustered Among the Bands) may drive us to a render Where we have lived; and so extort from's that Which we have done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with Torture. This is (Sir) a doubt In such a time, nothing becoming you, Nor satisfying us. It is not likely, That when they hear their Roman horses neigh, Behold their quartered Fires; have both their eyes And ears so cloyed importantly as now, That they will waste their time upon our note, To know from whence we are. Oh, I am known Of many in the Army: Many years (Though Cloten then but young) you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And besides, the King Hath not deserved my Service, nor your Loves, Who find in my Exile, the want of Breeding; The certainty of this heard life, aye hopeless To have the courtesy your Cradle promised, But to be still hot Summer's Tanlings, and The shrinking Slaves of Winter.
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The time is troubleſome: Wee'l ſlip you for a ſeaſon, but our iealouſie Do's yet depend. So pleaſe your Maieſty, The Romaine Legions, all from Gallia drawne, Are landed on your Coaſt, with a ſupply Of Romaine Gentlemen, by the Senate ſent. Now for the Counſaile of my Son and Queen, I am amaz'd with matter. Good my Liege, Your preparation can affront no leſſe Then what you heare of. Come more, for more you're ready: The want is, but to put thoſe Powres in motion, That long to moue. I thanke you: let's withdraw And meete the Time, as it ſeekes vs. We feare not What can from Italy annoy vs, but We greeue at chances heere. Away. I heard no Letter from my Maſter, ſince I wrote him Imogen was ſlaine. 'Tis ſtrange: Nor heare I from my Miſtris, who did promiſe To yeeld me often tydings. Neither know I What is betide to Cloten, but remaine Perplext in all. The Heauens ſtill muſt worke: Wherein I am falſe, I am honeſt: not true, to be true. Theſe preſent warres ſhall finde I loue my Country, Euen to the note o' th' King, or Ile fall in them: All other doubts, by time let them be cleer'd, Fortune brings in ſome Boats, that are not ſteer'd. The noyſe is round about vs. Let vs from it. What pleaſure Sir, we finde in life, to locke it From Action, and Aduenture. Nay, what hope Haue we in hiding vs? This way the Romaines Muſt, or for Britaines ſlay vs or receiue vs For barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts During their vſe, and ſlay vs after. Sonnes, Wee'l higher to the Mountaines, there ſecure v▪ To the Kings party there's no going: newneſſe Of Clotens death (we being not knowne, not muſter'd Among the Bands) may driue vs to a render Where we haue liu'd; and ſo extort from's that Which we haue done, whoſe anſwer would be death Drawne on with Torture. This is (Sir) a doubt In ſuch a time, nothing becomming you, Nor ſatisfying vs. It is not likely, That when they heare their Roman horſes neigh, Behold their quarter'd Fires; haue both their eyes And eares ſo cloy'd importantly as now, That they will waſte their time vpon our note, To know from whence we are. Oh, I am knowne Of many in the Army: Many yeeres (Though Cloten then but young) you ſee, not wore him From my remembrance. And beſides, the King Hath not deſeru'd my Seruice, nor your Loues, Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding; The certainty of this heard life, aye hopeleſſe To haue the courteſie your Cradle promis'd, But to be ſtill hot Summers Tanlings, and The ſhrinking Slaues of Winter.