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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the Churchyard, yet I will adventure. Sweet Flower with flowers thy Bridal bed I strew: O woe, thy Canopy is dust and stones, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or wanting that, with tears destiled by moans; The obsequies that I for thee will keep, Nightly shall be, to strew thy grave, and weep. The Boy gives warning, something doth approach, What cursed foot wanders this ways to night, To cross my obsequies, and true loves right? What with a Torch? Muffle me night a while. Give me that Mattocke, & the wrenching Iron, Hold take this Letter, early in the morning See thou deliver it to my Lord and Father, Give me the light; upon thy life I charge thee, What ere thou hearest or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death, Is partly to behold my Lady's face: But chief to take thence from her dead finger, A precious Ring: a Ring that I must use, In dear employment, therefore hence be gone: But if thou jealous dost return to pry In what I further shall intent to do, By heaven I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs: The time, and my intents are savage wild: More fierce and more inexorable far, Then empty Tigers, or the roaring Sea. I will be gone sir, and not trouble you So shalt thou show me friendship: take thou that, Live and be prosperous, and farewell good fellow. For all this fain, I'll hide me here about, His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth: Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And in despite, I'll cram thee with more food. This is that banished haughty Montague, That murdered my Love's Cousin; with which grief, It is supposed the fair Creature died, And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague: Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemned vallaine, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die, I must indeed, and therefore came I hither: Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Fly hence and leave me, think upon those gone, Let them affright thee. I beseech thee Youth, Put not an other sin upon my head, By urging me to fury. O be gone, By heaven I love thee better than myself, For I come hither armed against myself: Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say, A mad man's mercy bid thee run away. I do defy thy commisseration, And apprehend thee for a Felon here. Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee Boy. O Lord they fight, I will go call the Watch.
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I am almoſt afraid to ſtand alone Here in the Churchyard, yet I will aduenture. Sweet Flower with flowers thy Bridall bed I ſtrew: O woe, thy Canopie is duſt and ſtones, Which with ſweet water nightly I will dewe, Or wanting that, with teares deſtil'd by mones; The obſequies that I for thee will keepe, Nightly ſhall be, to ſtrew thy graue, and weepe. The Boy giues warning, ſomething doth approach, What curſed foot wanders this wayes to night, To croſſe my obſequies, and true loues right? What with a Torch? Muffle me night a while. Giue me that Mattocke, & the wrenching Iron, Hold take this Letter, early in the morning See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father, Giue me the light; vpon thy life I charge thee, What ere thou hear'ſt or ſeeſt, ſtand all aloofe, And do not interrupt me in my courſe. Why I deſcend into this bed of death, Is partly to behold my Ladies face: But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger, A precious Ring: a Ring that I muſt vſe, In deare employment, therefore hence be gone: But if thou iealous doſt returne to prie In what I further ſhall intend to do, By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt, And ſtrew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs: The time, and my intents are ſauage wilde: More fierce and more inexorable farre, Then emptie Tygers, or the roaring Sea. I will be gone ſir, and not trouble you So ſhalt thou ſhew me friendſhip: take thou that, Liue and be proſperous, and farewell good fellow. For all this faine, Ile hide me here about, His lookes I feare, and his intents I doubt. Thou deteſtable mawe▪ thou wombe of death, Gorg'd with the deareſt morſell of the earth: Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open, And in deſpight, Ile cram thee with more food. This is that baniſht haughtie Mountague, That murdred my Loues Cozin; with which griefe, It is ſuppoſed the faire Creature died, And here is come to do ſome villanous ſhame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Stop thy vnhallowed toyle, vile Mountague: Can vengeance be purſued further then death? Condemned vallaine, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou muſt die, I muſt indeed, and therfore came I hither: Good gentle youth, tempt not a deſperate man, Flie hence and leaue me, thinke vpon thoſe gone, Let them affright thee. I beſeech thee Youth, Put not an other ſin vpon my head, By vrging me to furie. O be gone, By heauen I loue thee better then my ſelfe, For I come hither arm'd againſt my ſelfe: Stay not, be gone, liue, and hereafter ſay, A mad mans mercy bid thee run away. I do defie thy commiſſeration, And apprehend thee for a Fellon here. Wilt thou prouoke me? Then haue at thee Boy. O Lord they fight, I will go call the Watch.