Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 504 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Romeo the hate I bear to thee can afford no better words then these, thou art a villain. Tybalt the love I bear to thee, doth excuse the appertaining rage to such a word: villain am I none, therefore I well perceive thou know'st me not. Base boy this cannot serve thy turn, and therefore draw. I do protest I never injured thee, but love thee better than thou canst devise, till thou shalt know the reason of my love. O dishonourable vile submission. Allastockado carries it away. You Rat-catcher, come back, come back. What wouldst with me? Nothing King of Cates, but borrow one of your nine lives, therefore come draw your rapier out of your scabbard, lest mine be about your ears ere you be aware. Stay Tibalt, hold Mercutio: Benuolio beat down their weapons. Is he gone, hath he nothing? A pox on your houses. What art thou hurt man, the wound is not deep. Noah not so deep as a Well, not so wide as a barn door, but it will serve I warrant. What meant you to come between us? I was hurt under your arm. I did all for the best. A poxe of your houses, I am fairly dressed. Sirrah go fetch me a Surgeon. I go my Lord. I am peppered for this world, I am sped i'faith, he hath made worms meat of me, & ye ask for me to morrow you shall find me a graveman. A pox of your houses, I shall be fairly mounted upon four men's shoulders: For your house of the Mountegues and the Capolets: and then some peasantly rogue, some Sexton, some base slave shall write my Epitapth, that Tybalt came and broke the Prince's Laws, and Mercutio was slain for the first and second cause. where's the Surgeon? he's come sir. Now he'll keep a mumbling in my guts on the other side, come Benuolio, lend me thy hand: a pox of your houses. This Gentleman the Princes near Alie. My very friend hath ta'en this mortal wound In my behalf, my reputation stained With Tibalts slander, Tybalt that an hour Hath been my kinsman, Ah Iuliet Thy beauty makes me thus effeminate, And in my temper softens valours steel. Ah Romeo Romeo brave Mercutio is dead, That gallant spirit hath a spired the clouds, Which too untimely scorned the lowly earth. This days black fate, on more days doth depend This but begins what other days must end. Hear comes the furious Tibalt back again, A live in triumph and Mercutio slain? A way to heaven respective lenity: And fire eyed fury be my conduct now. Now Tibalt take the villain back again, Which late thou gav'st me: for Mercutio's soul, Is but a little way above the clouds, And stays for thine to bear him company. Or thou, or I, or both shall follow him. Romeo away, thou seest that Tibalt's slain, The Citizen's approach, away, begun Thou wilt be taken. Ah I am fortune's slave.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Romeo the hate I beare to thee can affoord no better words then these, thou art a villaine. Tybalt the loue I beare to thee, doth excuse the appertaining rage to such a word: villaine am I none, therfore I well perceiue thou knowst me not. Bace boy this cannot serue thy turne, and therefore drawe. I doe protest I neuer iniured thee, but loue thee better than thou canst deuise, till thou shalt know the reason of my loue. O dishonorable vile submission. Allastockado caries it away. You Ratcatcher, come backe, come backe. What wouldest with me? Nothing King of Cates, but borrow one of your nine liues, therefore come drawe your rapier out of your scaard, least mine be about your eares ere you be aware. Stay Tibalt, hould Mercutio: Beuoli beate downe their weapons. Is he gone, hath hee nothing? A poxe on your houses. What art thou hurt man, the wound is not deepe. Noe not so deepe as a Well, not so wide as a barne doore, but it will serue I warrant. What meant you to come betweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme. I did all for the best. Apoxe of your houses, I am fairely drest. Sirra goe fetch me a Surgeon. I goe my Lord. I am pepperd for this world, I am sped yfaith, he hath made wormes meate of me, & ye aske for me to morrow you shall finde me a graue-man. A poxe of your houses, I shall be fairely mounted vpon foure mens shoulders: For your house of the Mountegues and the Capolets: and then some peasantly rogue, some Sexton, some base slaue shall write my Epitapth, that Tybalt came and broke the Princes Lawes, and Mercutio was slaine for the first and second cause. Wher's the Surgeon? Hee's come sir. Now heele keepe a mumbling in my guts on the other side, come Benuolio, lend me thy hand: a poxe of your houses. This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie. My very frend hath tane this mortall wound In my behalfe, my reputation staind With Tibalts slaunder, Tybalt that an houre Hath beene my kinsman, Ah Iuliet Thy beautie makes me thus effeminate, And in my temper softens valors steele. Ah Romeo Romeo braue Mercutio is dead, That gallant spirit hath a spir'd the cloudes, Which too vntimely scornd the lowly earth. This daies black fate, on more daies doth depend This but begins what other dayes must end. Heere comes the furious Tibalt backe againe, A liue in tryumph and Mercutio sine? A way to heauen respectiue lenity: And fier eyed fury be my conduct now. Now Tibalt take the villaine backe againe, Which late thou gau'st me: for Mrcutios soule, Is but a little way aboue the cloudes, And staies for thine to beare him company. Or thou, or I, or both shall follow him. Romeo away, thou seest that Tibalt's slaine, The Citizens approach, away, begone Thou wilt be taken. Ah I am fortunes slaue.