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 · 484 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.
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had, O honest Tybalt, courteous Gentleman. What storm is this that blows so contrary, Is Tybalt dead, and Romeo murdered: My dear loud cousin, and my dearest Lord. Than let the trumpet sound a general doom, These two being dead, then living is there none. Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished, Romeo that murdered him is banished. Ah heavens, did Romeos' hand shed Tybalts blood? It did, it did, alack the day it did. O serpents hate, hid with a flowering face: O painted sepulchre, including filth. Was never book containing so foul matter, So fairly bound. Ah, what meant Romeo? There is no truth, no faith, no honesty in men: All false, all faithless, perjured, all forsworn. Shame come to Romeo. A blister on that tongue, he was not borne to shame: Upon his face Shame is ashamed to sit. But wherefore villain didst thou kill my Cousin? That villain Cousin would have killed my husband. All this is comfort. But there yet remains Worse than his death, which feign I would forget: But ah, it presseth to my memory, Romeo is banished. Ah that word Banished Is worse than death. Romeo is banished, Is Father, Mother, Tybalt, Iuliet, All killed, all slain, all dead, all banished. Where are my Father and my Mother Nurse? Weeping and wailing over Tybalts coarse. Will you go to them? I, I, when theirs are spent, Mine shall be shed for Romeos' banishment. Lady, your Romeo will be here to night, I'll to him, he is hid at Laurence Cell. Do so, and bear this Ring to my true Knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell. Romeo come forth, come forth thou fearful man, Affliction is enamoured on thy parts, And thou art wedded to Calamity. Father what news, what is the Prince's doom, What Sorrow craves acquaintance at our hands, Which yet we know not. Too familiar Is my young son with such four company: I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom. What less than dooms day is the Prince's doom? A gentler judgement vanished from his lips, Not bodies death, but body's banishment. Ha, Banished? be merciful, say death: For Exile hath more terror in his looks, Than death itself, do not say Banishment. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patiented, for the world is broad and wide. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banished, is banished from the world: And world exiled is death. Calling death banishment, Thou cuttest my head off with a golden axe, And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. Oh monstrous sin, O rude unthankfulness: Thy fault our law calls death, but the mild Prince (Taking thy part) hath rushed aside the law, And turned that black word death to banishment: This is mere mercy, and thou seest it not.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best frend I had, O honest Tybalt, curteous Gentleman. What storme is this that blowes so contrarie, Is Tybal dead, and Romeo murdered: My deare loude cousen, and my dearest Lord. Then let the rumpet sound a generall doome, These two being dead, then liuing is there none. Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished, Romeo that murdred him is banished. Ah heauens, did Romeos hand shed Tybalts blood? It did, it did, alacke the day it did. O serpents hate, hid with a flowring face: O painted seplcher, including filth. Was neuer booke containing so foule matter, So fairy bound. Ah, what meant Romeo? There is no truth, no faith, no honestie in men: All false, all faithles, periurde, all forsworne. Shame come to Romeo. A blister on that tung, he was not borne to shame: Vpon his face Shame is ashamde to sit. But wherefore vllaine didst thou kill my Cousen? That villaine Cousen would haue kild my husband. All this is comfort. But there yet remaines VVorse than his death, which faine I would forget: But h, it presseth to my memorie, Romeo is banished. Ah that word Banished Is worse than death. Romeo is banished, Is Father, Mother, Tybalt, Iuliet, All kild, all slaine, all dead, all banished. Where are my Father and my Mother Nurse? VVeeping and wayling ouer Tybalts coarse. VVill you goe to them? I, I, when theirs are spent, Mine shall e shed for Romeos banishment. Ladie, your Romeo will be here to night, Ile to him, he is hid at Laurence Cell. Doo so, and beare this Ring to my true Knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell. Romeo come forth, come forth thou fearfull man, Affliction is enamourd on thy parts, And thou art wedded to Calamitie. Father what newes, what is the Princes doome, VVhat Sorrow craues acquaintance at our hands, VVhich yet we know not. Too familiar Is my yong sonne with such fowre companie: I bring thee tidings of the Princes doome. VVhat lese than doomes day is the Princes doome? A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips, Not bodies death, but bodies banishment. Ha, Banished? be mercifull, say death: For Exile hath more terror in his lookes, Than death it selfe, doo not say Banishment. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatorie, torture, hell it selfe. Hence banished, is banisht from the world: And world exilde is death. Calling death banishment, Thou cutst my head off with a golden axe, And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me. Oh monstrous sinne, O rude vnthankfulnes: Thy fault our law calls death, but the milde Prince (Taking thy part) hath rushd aside the law, And urnd that blacke word death to banishment: This is meere mercie, and thou seest it not.