Model: rjnClarke/intfloat-multilingual-e5-small-fine-tuned
Author: rjnClarke
Pipeline: sentence-similarity
Library: sentence-transformers
Tags: sentence-transformers, safetensors, bert, sentence-similarity, feature-extraction, generated_from_trainer, dataset_size:10359, loss:MultipleNegativesRankingLoss, en, arxiv:1908.10084, arxiv:1705.00652, base_model:intfloat/multilingual-e5-small, base_model:finetune:intfloat/multilingual-e5-small, license:apache-2.0, model-index, text-embeddings-inference, endpoints_compatible, region:us
Base models (finetune): id: intfloat/multilingual-e5-small
Card metadata: base_model: intfloat/multilingual-e5-small
language: en
library_name: sentence-transformers
license: apache-2.0
metrics: cosine_accuracy@3, cosine_precision@1, cosine_precision@3, cosine_precision@5, cosine_precision@10, cosine_recall@1, cosine_recall@3, cosine_recall@5, cosine_recall@10, cosine_ndcg@10, cosine_mrr@200, cosine_map@100, dot_accuracy@3, dot_precision@1, dot_precision@3, dot_precision@5, dot_precision@10, dot_recall@1, dot_recall@3, dot_recall@5, dot_recall@10, dot_ndcg@10, dot_mrr@200, dot_map@100
pipeline_tag: sentence-similarity
tags: sentence-transformers, sentence-similarity, feature-extraction, generated_from_trainer, dataset_size:10359, loss:MultipleNegativesRankingLoss
widget: source_sentence: Cleopatra reacts to the news of Antony's death with a mixture of sadness and resignation, contemplating her own mortality and the fickle nature of life.
sentences: Immortal longings in me. Now no more    The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip.    Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear    Antony call. I see him rouse himself    To praise my noble act. I hear him mock    The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men    To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come.    Now to that name my courage prove my title!    I am fire and air; my other elements    I give to baser life. So, have you done?    Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.    Farewell, kind Charmian. Iras, long farewell.                              [Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies]    Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?    If thus thou and nature can so gently part,    The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,    Which hurts and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still?    If thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world      It is not worth leave-taking.  CHARMIAN. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain, that I may say    The gods themselves do weep.  CLEOPATRA. This proves me base.
      If she first meet the curled Antony,
, BURGUNDY. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
    Enshrines thee in his heart, and there erects      Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.  TALBOT. Thanks, gentle Duke. But where is Pucelle now?    I think her old familiar is asleep.    Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?    What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief    That such a valiant company are fled.    Now will we take some order in the town,    Placing therein some expert officers;    And then depart to Paris to the King,    For there young Henry with his nobles lie.  BURGUNDY. What Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.  TALBOT. But yet, before we go, let's not forget    The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,    But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen.    A braver soldier never couched lance,    A gentler heart did never sway in court;    But kings and mightiest potentates must die,    For that's the end of human misery.                   Exeunt
, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well
    Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them    Against the Roman state; whose course will on    The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs    Of more strong link asunder than can ever    Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,    The gods, not the patricians, make it, and    Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,    You are transported by calamity    Thither where more attends you; and you slander    The helms o' th' state, who care for you like fathers,    When you curse them as enemies.  FIRST CITIZEN. Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er car'd for us    yet. Suffer us to famish, and their storehouses cramm'd with    grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily    any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more    piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the    wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear    us.    MENENIUS. Either you must    Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,    Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you    A pretty tale. It may be you have heard it;    But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture    To stale't a little more.  FIRST CITIZEN. Well, I'll hear it, sir; yet you must not think to    fob off our disgrace with a tale. But, an't please you, deliver.  MENENIUS. There was a time when all the body's members    Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it:    That only like a gulf it did remain    I' th' midst o' th' body, idle and unactive,    Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing    Like labour with the rest; where th' other instruments    Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
      And, mutually participate, did minister
, source_sentence: How does the excerpt reflect themes of loyalty and sacrifice in the play?
sentences: me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in
    the night betwixt tavern and tavern; but the sack that thou hast    drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap at the dearest    chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that salamander of yours      with fire any time this two-and-thirty years. God reward me for    it!  Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!  Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burn'd.
                          Enter Hostess.    How now, Dame Partlet the hen? Have you enquir'd yet who pick'd
    my pocket?  Host. Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? Do you think I    keep thieves in my house? I have search'd, I have enquired, so    has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant. The    tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before.  Fal. Ye lie, hostess. Bardolph was shav'd and lost many a hair, and    I'll be sworn my pocket was pick'd. Go to, you are a woman, go!  Host. Who, I? No; I defy thee! God's light, I was never call'd so    in mine own house before!  Fal. Go to, I know you well enough.  Host. No, Sir John; you do not know me, Sir John. I know you, Sir    John. You owe me money, Sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to      beguile me of it. I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back.  Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas! I have given them away to bakers'    wives; they have made bolters of them.  Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight shillings an ell.    You owe money here besides, Sir John, for your diet and    by-drinkings, and money lent you, four-and-twenty pound.  Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay.  Host. He? Alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.  Fal. How? Poor? Look upon his face. What call you rich? Let them    coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks. I'll not pay a denier.
      What, will you make a younker of me? Shall I not take mine ease
, EDWARD. I wonder how our princely father scap'd,
    Or whether he be scap'd away or no    From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit.    Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news;    Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;    Or had he scap'd, methinks we should have heard    The happy tidings of his good escape.    How fares my brother? Why is he so sad?  RICHARD. I cannot joy until I be resolv'd    Where our right valiant father is become.    I saw him in the battle range about,    And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.    Methought he bore him in the thickest troop    As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
      Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
    Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,    The rest stand all aloof and bark at him.      So far'd our father with his enemies;    So fled his enemies my warlike father.    Methinks 'tis prize enough to be his son.    See how the morning opes her golden gates    And takes her farewell of the glorious sun.    How well resembles it the prime of youth,    Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!  EDWARD. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?  RICHARD. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;    Not separated with the racking clouds,    But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.    See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,    As if they vow'd some league inviolable.    Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.    In this the heaven figures some event.  EDWARD. 'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.    I think it cites us, brother, to the field,    That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,    Each one already blazing by our meeds,    Should notwithstanding join our lights together      And overshine the earth, as this the world.    Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear    Upon my target three fair shining suns.  RICHARD. Nay, bear three daughters- by your leave I speak it,    You love the breeder better than the male.
, Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
    Exposing it- but, O, the harder heart!    Alack, no remedy!- to the greedy touch    Of common-kissing Titan, and forget    Your laboursome and dainty trims wherein    You made great Juno angry.  IMOGEN. Nay, be brief;    I see into thy end, and am almost    A man already.  PISANIO. First, make yourself but like one.    Fore-thinking this, I have already fit-    'Tis in my cloak-bag- doublet, hat, hose, all    That answer to them. Would you, in their serving,    And with what imitation you can borrow    From youth of such a season, fore noble Lucius    Present yourself, desire his service, tell him    Wherein you're happy- which will make him know    If that his head have ear in music; doubtless    With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable,      And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad-    You have me, rich; and I will never fail    Beginning nor supplyment.  IMOGEN. Thou art all the comfort    The gods will diet me with. Prithee away!    There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even    All that good time will give us. This attempt    I am soldier to, and will abide it with    A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.  PISANIO. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,    Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of    Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,    Here is a box; I had it from the Queen.    What's in't is precious. If you are sick at sea    Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
      Will drive away distemper. To some shade,
    And fit you to your manhood. May the gods    Direct you to the best!  IMOGEN. Amen. I thank thee.                   Exeunt severally
, source_sentence: The excerpt showcases the emotional turmoil and sense of honor that drives Brutus to take his own life in the face of defeat.
sentences: Thou know'st that we two went to school together;
    Even for that our love of old, I prithee,    Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.  VOLUMNIUS. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.                                                   Alarum still.  CLITUS. Fly, fly, my lord, there is no tarrying here.  BRUTUS. Farewell to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.    Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;      Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,    My heart doth joy that yet in all my life    I found no man but he was true to me.    I shall have glory by this losing day,    More than Octavius and Mark Antony    By this vile conquest shall attain unto.    So, fare you well at once, for Brutus' tongue    Hath almost ended his life's history.    Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would rest    That have but labor'd to attain this hour.                            Alarum. Cry within, "Fly, fly, fly!"  CLITUS. Fly, my lord, fly.  BRUTUS. Hence! I will follow.                        Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.    I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.    Thou art a fellow of a good respect;    Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.    Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,    While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?  STRATO. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.    BRUTUS. Farewell, good Strato.              Runs on his sword.    Caesar, now be still;    I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.            Dies.
     Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, Messala,
                 Lucilius, and the Army.
    OCTAVIUS. What man is that?
, Elsinore. A room in the Castle.
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Lords.  King. And can you by no drift of circumstance
    Get from him why he puts on this confusion,    Grating so harshly all his days of quiet    With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?  Ros. He does confess he feels himself distracted,    But from what cause he will by no means speak.  Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,    But with a crafty madness keeps aloof    When we would bring him on to some confession    Of his true state.  Queen. Did he receive you well?  Ros. Most like a gentleman.  Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition.  Ros. Niggard of question, but of our demands    Most free in his reply.  Queen. Did you assay him      To any pastime?  Ros. Madam, it so fell out that certain players
      We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,
, VII.
The French camp near Agincourt
Enter the CONSTABLE OF FRANCE, the LORD RAMBURES, the DUKE OF ORLEANS,
the DAUPHIN, with others
  CONSTABLE. Tut! I have the best armour of the world.
    Would it were day!  ORLEANS. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his    due.  CONSTABLE. It is the best horse of Europe.  ORLEANS. Will it never be morning?  DAUPHIN. My Lord of Orleans and my Lord High Constable, you talk of    horse and armour?  ORLEANS. You are as well provided of both as any prince in the    world.  DAUPHIN. What a long night is this! I will not change my horse with    any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, ha! he bounds from the    earth as if his entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the    Pegasus, chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him I soar, I    am a hawk. He trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it;    the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of      Hermes.  ORLEANS. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.  DAUPHIN. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for Perseus:    he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water    never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his    rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you    may call beasts.  CONSTABLE. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent    horse.
    DAUPHIN. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the
, source_sentence: What themes are present in the excerpt from the play?
sentences: Enter TRAVERS  NORTHUMBERLAND. Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent
    On Tuesday last to listen after news.  LORD BARDOLPH. My lord, I over-rode him on the way;    And he is furnish'd with no certainties    More than he haply may retail from me.  NORTHUMBERLAND. Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?  TRAVERS. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back    With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd,    Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard    A gentleman, almost forspent with speed,    That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse.    He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him    I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.    He told me that rebellion had bad luck,    And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold.      With that he gave his able horse the head    And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
      Against the panting sides of his poor jade
    Up to the rowel-head; and starting so,    He seem'd in running to devour the way,    Staying no longer question.  NORTHUMBERLAND. Ha! Again:    Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold?    Of Hotspur, Coldspur? that rebellion    Had met ill luck?  LORD BARDOLPH. My lord, I'll tell you what:    If my young lord your son have not the day,    Upon mine honour, for a silken point    I'll give my barony. Never talk of it.  NORTHUMBERLAND. Why should that gentleman that rode by Travers    Give then such instances of loss?  LORD BARDOLPH. Who- he?    He was some hilding fellow that had stol'n    The horse he rode on and, upon my life,    Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.  
                        Enter Morton  NORTHUMBERLAND. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
, ANTONY. Yet they are not join'd. Where yond pine does stand
    I shall discover all. I'll bring thee word    Straight how 'tis like to go.                           Exit  SCARUS. Swallows have built    In Cleopatra's sails their nests. The augurers    Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,    And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony    Is valiant and dejected; and by starts    His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear    Of what he has and has not.                            [Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight]
                      Re-enter ANTONY  ANTONY. All is lost!
    This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me.    My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder      They cast their caps up and carouse together    Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou
      Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
    Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;    For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,    I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.       Exit SCARUS    O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more!    Fortune and Antony part here; even here    Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts    That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave    Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets    On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd    That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am.    O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm-    Whose eye beck'd forth my wars and call'd them home,    Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end-    Like a right gypsy hath at fast and loose    Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.    What, Eros, Eros!                        Enter CLEOPATRA
    Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
, TALBOT. Saint George and victory! Fight, soldiers, fight.
    The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word    And left us to the rage of France his sword.    Where is John Talbot? Pause and take thy breath;    I gave thee life and rescu'd thee from death.  JOHN. O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!    The life thou gav'st me first was lost and done    Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate,    To my determin'd time thou gav'st new date.  TALBOT. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck    fire,    It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire    Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age,    Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,    Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,      And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.    The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood    From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood    Of thy first fight, I soon encountered    And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed    Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace
      Bespoke him thus: 'Contaminated, base,
, source_sentence: What is the significance of the tennis balls in the excerpt from the play?
sentences: My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
    Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murther'?    That cannot be; since I am still possess'd    Of those effects for which I did the murther-    My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.    May one be pardon'd and retain th' offence?    In the corrupted currents of this world    Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,    And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself    Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above.    There is no shuffling; there the action lies    In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd,    Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,    To give in evidence. What then? What rests?    Try what repentance can. What can it not?    Yet what can it when one cannot repent?    O wretched state! O bosom black as death!    O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,    Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay.      Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel,    Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!    All may be well.                                  He kneels.
                         Enter Hamlet.  Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
    And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven,    And so am I reveng'd. That would be scann'd.    A villain kills my father; and for that,    I, his sole son, do this same villain send    To heaven.    Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge!    He took my father grossly, full of bread,    With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;    And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
      But in our circumstance and course of thought,
, YORK. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right
    And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:    Ring bells aloud, burn bonfires clear and bright,    To entertain great England's lawful king.    Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear?    Let them obey that knows not how to rule;    This hand was made to handle nought but gold.    I cannot give due action to my words    Except a sword or sceptre balance it.
      A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul
    On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
                         Enter BUCKINGHAM    [Aside] Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
    The King hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.  BUCKINGHAM. York, if thou meanest well I greet thee well.    YORK. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.    Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?  BUCKINGHAM. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,    To know the reason of these arms in peace;    Or why thou, being a subject as I am,    Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,    Should raise so great a power without his leave,    Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.  YORK. [Aside] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great.    O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,    I am so angry at these abject terms;    And now, like Ajax Telamonius,    On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.    I am far better born than is the King,    More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts;    But I must make fair weather yet awhile,    Till Henry be more weak and I more strong.-    Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me    That I have given no answer all this while;    My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.      The cause why I have brought this army hither    Is to remove proud Somerset from the King,    Seditious to his Grace and to the state.  BUCKINGHAM. That is too much presumption on thy part;    But if thy arms be to no other end,    The King hath yielded unto thy demand:
      The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
, Says that you savour too much of your youth,
    And bids you be advis'd there's nought in France    That can be with a nimble galliard won;    You cannot revel into dukedoms there.    He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,    This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,    Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim    Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.  KING HENRY. What treasure, uncle?  EXETER. Tennis-balls, my liege.  KING HENRY. We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;    His present and your pains we thank you for.    When we have match'd our rackets to these balls,      We will in France, by God's grace, play a set    Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.    Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler    That all the courts of France will be disturb'd    With chaces. And we understand him well,    How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,    Not measuring what use we made of them.    We never valu'd this poor seat of England;    And therefore, living hence, did give ourself    To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common    That men are merriest when they are from home.    But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,    Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness,    When I do rouse me in my throne of France;    For that I have laid by my majesty    And plodded like a man for working-days;    But I will rise there with so full a glory    That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,    Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.    And tell the pleasant Prince this mock of his      Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones, and his soul    Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance
      That shall fly with them; for many a thousand widows

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results: task: type: information-retrieval
name: Information Retrieval
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