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 · 506 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.
where's he that slew Mercutio, Tybalt that villain? There is that Tybalt. Up sirrah go with us▪ Where be the vile beginners of this fray? Ah Noble Prince I can discover all The most unlucky manage of this brawl. Hear lies the man slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman brave Mercutio, Tibalt, Tybalt, O my brother's child, Unhappy sight? Ah the blood is spilled Of my dear kinsman, Prince as thou art true: For blood of ours, shed blood of Mountagew. Speak Benuolio who began this fray? Tibalt here slain whom Romeos hand did slay. Romeo who spoke him fair bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was. But Tibalt still persisting in his wrong, The stout Mercutio drew to calm the storm, Which Romeo seeing called stay Gentlemen, And on me cried, who drew to part their strife, And with his agile arm young Romeo, As fast as tongue cried peace, sought peace to make. While they were interchanging thrusts and blows, Under young Romeo's labouring arm to part, The furious Tybalt cast an envious thrust, That rid the life of stout Mercutio. With that he fled▪ but presently returned, And with his rapier braved Romeo: That had but newly entertained revenge. And ere I could draw forth my rapier To part their fury, down did Tybalt fall, And this way Romeo fled. He is a Montague and speaks partial, Some twenty of them fought in this black strife: And all those twenty could but kill one life. I do entreat sweet Prince thou'lt justice give. Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo may not live. And for that offence Immediately we do exile him hence. I have an interest in your hates proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding. But I'll amerce you with so large a fine, That you shall all repent the loss of mine. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses, Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase for abuses. Pity shall dwell and govern with us still: Mercy to all but murderers, pardoning none that kill. Gallop apace you fiery footed steeds To Phoebus' mansion, such a wagoner As Phaeton, would quickly bring you thither, And send in cloudy night immediately. But how now Nurse: O Lord, why look'st thou sad? What hast thou there, the cords? I, I, the cords: alack we are undone, We are undone, Lady we are undone. What devil art thou that torments me thus? Alack the day, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead▪ This torture should be roared in dismal hell. Can heavens be so envious? Romeo can if heavens cannot. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes. God save the sample, on his manly breast: A bloody coarse, a piteous bloody coarse, All pale as ashes, I swooned at the sight. Ah Romeo, Romeo, what disaster hap Hath severed thee from thy true Iuliet? Ah why should Heaven so much conspire with Woe, Or Fate envy our happy Marriage, So soon to sunder us by timeless Death?
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Wher's he that slue Mercutio, Tybalt that villaine? There is that Tybalt. Vp sirra goe with vs▪ Where be the vile beginners of this fray? Ah Noble Prince I can discouer all The most vnlucky mannage of this brawle. Heere lyes the man slaine by yong Romeo, That slew thy kinsman braue Mrcutio, Tibal, Tybal, O my brothers child, Vnhappie sight? Ah the blod is spilt Of my deare kinsman, Prince as thou at true: For blood of ours, shed bloud of Mountagew. Speake Benuolo who began this fray? Tibalt heere slaine whom Romeos hand did slay. Romeo who spake him fayre bid him bethinke How nice the quarrell was. But Tibalt still persisting in his wrong, The stout Mercutio drewe to calme the storme, Which Romeo seeing cal'd stay Gentlemen, And on me cry'd, who drew to part their strife, And with his agill arme yong Romeo, As fast as tung cry depeace, sought peace to make. While they were enterchanging thrusts and blows, Vnder yong Romeos laboring arme to part, The furious Tybalt cast an enuious thrust, That rid the life of stout Merutio. With that he fled▪ but presently return'd, And with his rapier braued Romeo: That had but newly entertain'd reuenge. And ere I could draw forth my rapyer To part their furie, downe did Tybalt fall, And this way Romeo fled. He is a Motagew and speakes partiall, Some twentie of them fought in this blacke strife: And all those twenty could but kill one life. I doo intreate sweete Prince thoult iustice giue. Romeo slew Tybal, Romeo may not liue. And for that offence Immediately we doo xile him hence. I haue an interest in your hates proceeding, My blood for your rude braules doth lye a bleeding. But Ile amerce you with so large a fine, That you shall all repent the losse of mine. I will be deafe to pleading and excuses, Nor teares nor prayers shall purchase for abuses. Pittie shall dwell and gouerne with vs still: Mercie to all but murdrers, pardoning none that kill. Gallop apace you fierie footed steedes To Phoebus mansion, such a Waggoner As Phaeton, would quickly bring you thether, And send in cloudie night immediately. But how now Nurse: O Lord, why lookst thou sad? What hat thou there, the cordes? I, I, the cordes: alacke we are vndone, We are vndone, Ladie we are vndone. What diuell art thou that torments me thus? Alack the day, hees dead, hees dead, hees dead▪ This torture should be roard in dismall hell. Can heauens be so enuious? Romeo can if heauens cannot. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes. God saue the sample, on his manly breast: A bloodie coarse, a piteous bloodie coarse, All pale as ashes, I swounded at the sight. Ah Romeo, Romeo, what disaster hap Hath seuerd thee from thy true Iuliet? Ah why shoud Heauen so much conspire with Woe, Or Fate enuie our happe Marriage, So soone to sunder vs by timelesse Death?