Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughtered? and is Tybalt dead? My dearest Cousin, and my dearer Lord: Then dreadful Trumpet sound the general doom, For who is living, if those two are gone: Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished, Romeo that killed him, he is banished. O God! Did Rom'os' hand shed Tybalts blood It did, it did, alas the day, it did. O Serpent heart, hid with a flowering face. Did ever Dragon keep so fair a Cave? Beautiful Tyrant, fiend Angelical: Ravenous Doue-feathered Raven, Woluish-ravening Lamb, Despised substance of Divinest show: Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A dim Saint, an Honourable Villain: O Nature! what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous Palace. There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men, All periu'rd, all forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers, Ah where's my man? give me some Aquavitae? These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old: Shame come to Romeo. Blistered be thy tongue For such a wish, he was not borne to shame: Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For 'tis a throne where Honour may be Growned Sole Monarch of the universal earth: O what a beast was I to chide him? Will you speak well of him, That killed your Cousin? Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah poor my Lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I thy three hours' wife have mangled it. But wherefore Villain didst thou kill my Cousin? That Villain Cousin would have killed my husband: Back foolish tears, back to your native spring, Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you mistaking offer up to joy: My husband lives that Tibalt would have slain, And Tibalt dead that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort, wherefore weep I then? Some words there was worse than Tybalts death That murdered me, I would forget it feign, But oh, it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners minds, Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished: That banished, that one word banished, Hath slain ten thousand Tibalts: Tibalts death Was woe enough if it had ended there: Or if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be ranked with other griefs, Why followed not when she said Tibalts dead, Thy Father or thy Mother, nay or both, Which modern lamentation might have moved. But which a rearward following Tybalts death Romeo is banished to speak that word, Is Father, Mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Iuliet, All slain, all dead: Romeo is banished, There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that words death, no words can that woe sound. Where is my Father and my Mother Nurse? Weeping and wailing over Tybalts Coarse, Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
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What ſtorme is this that blowes ſo contrarie? Is Romeo ſlaughtred? and is Tybalt dead? My deareſt Cozen, and my dearer Lord: Then dreadfull Trumpet ſound the generall doome, For who is liuing, if thoſe two are gone: Tybalt is gone, and Romeo baniſhed, Romeo that kil'd him, he is baniſhed. O God! Did Rom'os hand ſhed Tybalts blood It did, it did, alas the day, it did. O Serpent heart, hid with a flowring face. Did euer Dragon keepe ſo faire a Caue? Beautifull Tyrant, fiend Angelicall: Rauenous Doue-feather'd Rauen, Woluiſh-rauening Lambe, Diſpiſed ſubſtance of Diuineſt ſhow: Iuſt oppoſite to what thou iuſtly ſeem'ſt, A dimne Saint, an Honourable Villaine: O Nature! what had'ſt thou to doe in hell, When thou did'ſt bower the ſpirit of a fiend In mortall paradiſe of ſuch ſweet fleſh? Was euer booke containing ſuch vile matter So fairely bound? O that deceit ſhould dwell In ſuch a gorgeous Pallace. There's no truſt, no faith, no honeſtie in men, All periu'rd, all forſworne, all naught, all diſſemblers, Ah where's my man? giue me ſome Aqua-vitae? Theſe griefes, theſe woes, theſe ſorrowes make me old: Shame come to Romeo. Bliſter'd be thy tongue For ſuch a wiſh, he was not borne to ſhame: Vpon his brow ſhame is aſham'd to ſit; For 'tis a throane where Honour may be Grown'd Sole Monarch of the vniuerſall earth: O what a beaſt was I to chide him? Will you ſpeake well of him, That kil'd your Cozen? Shall I ſpeake ill of him that is my husband? Ah poore my Lord, what tongue ſhall ſmooth thy name, When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it. But wherefore Villaine did'ſt thou kill my Cozin? That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband: Backe fooliſh teares, backe to your natiue ſpring, Your tributarie drops belong to woe, Which you miſtaking offer vp to ioy: My husband liues that Tibalt would haue ſlaine, And Tibalt dead that would haue ſlaine my husband: All this is comfort, wherefore weepe I then? Some words there was worſer then Tybalts death That murdered me, I would forget it feine, But oh, it preſſes to my memory, Like damned guilty deedes to ſinners minds, Tybalt is dead and Romeo baniſhed: That baniſhed, that one word baniſhed, Hath ſlaine ten thouſand Tibalts: Tibalts death Was woe inough if it had ended there: Or if ſower woe delights in fellowſhip, And needly will be rankt with other griefes, Why followed not when ſhe ſaid Tibalts dead, Thy Father or thy Mother, nay or both, Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd. But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death Romeo is baniſhed to ſpeake that word, Is Father, Mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Iuliet, All ſlaine, all dead: Romeo is baniſhed, There is no end, no limit, meaſure, bound, In that words death, no words can that woe ſound. Where is my Father and my Mother Nurſe? Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarſe, Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.