Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Therein do men from children nothing differ. I pray thee peace, I will be flesh and blood, For there was never yet Philosopher, That could endure the toothache patiently, How ever they have writ the style of gods, And made a push at chance and sufferance. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself, Make those that do offend you, suffer too. There thou speak'st reason, nay I will do so, My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied, And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, And all of them that thus dishonour her. Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily. Good den, good den. Good day to both of you. Hear you my Lords? We have some haste Leonato. Some haste my lord! well, far you well my lord, Are you so hasty now? well, all is one. Nay do not quarrel with us, good old man. If he could right himself with quarreling, Some of us would lie low. Who wrongs him? Mary thou dost wrong me, thou dissembler, thou: Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, I fear thee not. Mary beshrew my hand, If it should give your age such cause of fear, Infaith my hand meant nothing to my sword. Tush, tush man, never fleer and jest at me, I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool, As under privilege of age to brag, What I have done being young, or what would do, Were I not old, know Claudio to thy head, Thou hast so wronged mine innocent child and me, That I am forced to lay my reverence by, And with grey hairs and bruise of many days, Do challenge thee to trial of a man, I say thou hast belied mine innocent child. Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, And she lies buried with her ancestors: O in a tomb where never scandal slept, Save this of hers, framed by thy villainy. My villainy? Thine Claudio, thine I say. You say not right old man. My Lord, my Lord, I'll prove it on his body if he dare, Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, His May of youth, and bloom of lustihood. A way, I will not have to do with you. Canst thou so daffe me? thou hast killed my child, If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed, But that's no matter, let him kill one first: Win me and wear me, let him answer me, Come follow me boy, come sir boy, come follow me Sir boy, i'll whip you from your foining fence, Nay, as I am a gentleman I, will. Brother. Content yourself, God knows, I loved my niece, And she is dead, slandered to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man indeed, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue, Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops.
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Therein do men from children nothing differ. I pray thee peace, I wil be flesh and bloud, For there was neuer yet Philosopher, That could endure the tooth-ake patiently, How euer they haue writ the stile of gods, And made a push at chance and sufferance. Yet bend not all the harme vpon your selfe, Make those that do offend you, suffer too. There thou speakst reason, nay I will do so, My soule doth tell me, Hero is belied, And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, And all of them that thus dishonour her. Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily. Good den, good den. Good day to both of you. Heare you my Lords? We haue some haste Leonato. Some haste my lord! well, fare you well my lord, Are you so hasty now? wel, all is one. Nay do not quarrel with vs, good old man. If he could right himselfe with quarrelling, Some of vs would lie low. Who wrongs him? Mary thou dost wrong me, thou dissembler, thou: Nay, neuer lay thy hand vpon thy sword, I feare thee not. Mary beshrew my hand, If it should giue your age such cause of feare, Infaith my hand meant nothing to my sword. Tush, tush man, neuer fleere and iest at me, I speake not like a dotard, nor a foole, As vnder priuiledge of age to bragge, What I haue done being yong▪ or what would doe, Were I not old, know Claudio to thy head, Thou hast so wrongd mine innocent child and me, That I am forst to lay my reuerence by, And with grey haires and bruise of many daies, Do challenge thee to triall of a man, I say thou hast belied mine innocent child. Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, And she lies buried with her ancestors: O in a toomb where neuer scandal slept, Saue this of hers, framde by thy villanie. My villany? Thine Claudio, thine I say. You say not right old man. My Lord, my Lord, Ile prooue it on his body if he dare, Dispight his nice fence, and his actiue practise, His Maie of youth, and bloome of lustihood. A way, I will not haue to doe with you. Canst thou so daffe me? thou hast kild my child, If thou kilst me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. He shal kill two of vs, and men indeed, But thats no matter, let him kill one first: Win me and weare me, let him answer me, Come follow me boy, come sir boy, come follow me Sir boy, ile whip you from your foyning fence, Nay, as I am a gentleman I, will. Brother. Content your self, God knowes, I loued my neece, And she is dead, slanderd to death by villaines, That dare as well answer a man indeed, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue, Boyes, apes, braggarts, Jackes, milke-sops.