Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.84 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
I'll not compel her heart, woo, win, and wed her: Forced has she been too much,— My honoured friends, What We all thought to ha' borne home in Triumph, Must now be seen there in a Funeral, Wracked Honour being chief Mourner; here's the Hearse Which we'll all follow;— Roderique we come, To give thy lust a scourge, thy life a doom. Sleeps he Fydella? slumb'ringly Madam; he's not yet in his dead sleep. 'tis now his dying, anon comes his dead sleep. For never shall he wake, until the world Hath Phoenixlike been hid in his own ashes, Fydella, take my strength into thine arms, And play the cruel executioner, As I will first instruct thee. I am so far From shrinking, Madam, that I'll gladly be The Prologue to Antonio's Tragedy. Antonios Tragedy! that very Name Should strike even sparks of pity from the flint: Antoni! husband A. Remember there's another owes that Name. ay, that's that's the poison kills me; shall a strumpet (For she's no better) rob me of a treasure So dear to me as he was; yet her I pardon: The master-thief lies here, and he must die for't: All mercy hence I banish. justice look down To see a woman's vengeance; thus I begin, And follow thus and thus, now I am in, Nothing shall pull me back. Oh, oh. He has passage yet for breath. Here's remedy for that, pull Fydella. He would speak it seems. Never; his tongue betrayed me once, I will No more listen my temptations; hear he shall A while, and that but deafly: Antonio, I was your wife, Lordly Antonio, And in that balance equaled with yourself, I was your handmaid, and you might have trod On my humility, I had kissed your feet, But with disdain thou trampledst on my throat, As I do now on thine, and will deface What nature built for honour, not deceit: Our wedding was in private, so our divorce, Yet this shall have as free and open blazon As a truth-speaking goodness; O my Fydella, Thou little instrument of my revenge, I would not have thee (for thy duty) lost, There's gold; hie thee to safety, fare thee well, I must ne'er see thee more, this place will be— Not too hot for me Madam; my complexion Is natural to it: good fortunes follow you; If I might counsel you, I would conceal it: If you can fly, do not betray yourself. Fie, prithee away, thou wilt mar all the glory, Conceal the deed? even to the bended brow Of the stern judge, I'll speak, and call for justice, Proud of my glorious vengeance, I will smile Upon my dreadful Executioner: 'twas that was first enacted in my breast, She should not dare to kill, that dares not die, 'tis needy mischief, and he's basely bent That dares do ill, yet fear the punishment.
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Ile not compell her heart, woe, win, and wed her: Forc't has she bin too much,—My honor'd friends, What We all thought to ha borne home in Triumph, Must now be seene there in a Funerall, Wrackt Honour being chiefe Mourner; here's the Herse Which weele all follow;—Roderique we come, To give thy lust a scourge, thy life a doome. Sleepes he Fydlla? Slumbringly Madam; hee's not yet in his dead sleepe. Tis now his dying, anon comes his dead sleep. For never shall he wake, untill the world Hath Phoenix-like bin hid in his owne ashes, Fydella, take my strength into thine armes, And play the cruell executioner, As I will first instruct thee. I am so farre From shrinking, Madam, that Ile gladly be The Prologue to Ants Tragedy. Ants Tragedy! that very Name Should strike even sparkes of pitty from the flint: Antoni! husband A. Remember there's another owes that Name. I, that's that's the poyson kils me; shall a strumpet (For shee's no better) rob me of a treasure So deere to me as he was; yet her I pardon: The master-thiefe lies here, and he must dye fort: All mercy hence I banish. Iustice looke downe To see a womans vengeance; thus I begin, And follow thus and thus, now I am in, Nothing shall pull me back. Oh, oh. He has passage yet for breath. Here's remedy for that, pull Fydella. He woud speake it seemes. Never; his tongue betrayd me once, I will No more listen my temptations; heare he shall A while, and that but deafly: Antoni, I was your wife, Lordly Antni, And in that balance equal'd with your selfe, I was your handmaid, and you might have trod On my humility, I had kist your feet, But with disdaine thou trampledst on my throat, As I doe now on thine, and will deface What nature built for honor, not deceit: Our wedding was in private, so our divorce, Yet this shall have as fre and open blazon As a truth-speaking goodnesse; O my Fydella, Thou little instrument of my revenge, I woud not have thee (for thy duty) lost, There's gold; hye thee to safety, fare thee well, I must nere see thee more, this place will be— Not too hot for me Madam; my complexion Is naturall to it: good fortunes follow you; If I might counsell you, I woud conceale it: If you can fly, doe not betray your selfe. Fy, prethee away, thou wilt marre all the glory, Conceale the deed? even to the bended brow Of the sterne Iudge, Ile speake, and call for iustice, Proud of my glorious vengeance, I will smile Vpon my dreadfull Executioner: Twas that was first enacted in my brest, She shoud not dare to kill, that dares not die, Tis needy mischiefe, and hee's basely bent That dares doe ill, yet feare the punishment.