Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 507 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
STand: who is that? Tis. I. O you comemost carefully upon your watch, And if you meet Marcellus and Horatio, The partners of my watch, bid them make haste. I will: See who goes there. Friends to this ground. And leegemen to the Dane, O farewell honest soldier, who hath relieved you? Bernardo hath my place, give you good night. Holla, Bernardo. Say, is Horatio there? A piece of him. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus. What hath this thing appeared again to night. I have seen nothing. Horatio says 'tis but ourfantasie, And will not let belief take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight twice seen by us, Therefore I have entreated him along with us To watch the minutes of this night, That if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Tut. 'twill not appear. Sat down I pray, and let us once again Assail your ears that are so fortified, What we have two nights seen. Well, sit we down, and let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Last night of all, when yonder star that's west ward from the pole, had made his course to Illumine that part of heaven. Where now it burns, The bell then tolling one. Break off your talk, see where it comes again. In the same figure like the King that's dead, Thou art a scholar, speak to it Horatio. Looks it not like the king? Most like, it horrors me with fear and wonder. It would be spoke to. Question it Horatio. What art thou that thus usurps the state, in Which the Majesty of buried Denmark did sometimes Walk? By heaven I charge thee speak. It is offended. See, it stalks away. Stay, speak, speak, by heaven I charge thee speak. 'tis gone and makes no answer. How now Horatio, you tremble and look pale, Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't? Afore my God, I might not this believe, without the sensible and true avouch of my own eyes. Is it not like the King? As thou art to thyself, Such was the very armour he had on, When he the ambitious Norway combated. So frowned he once, when in an angry parley He smote the sleaded pole-axe on the ice, 'tis strange. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, With Marshal stalk he passed through our watch. In what particular to work, I know not, But in the thought and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to the state. Good, now sit down, and tell me he that knows Why this same strict and most observant watch, So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cost of brazen Cannon And foreign mart, for implements of war, Why such impress of ship-writes, whose sore task Does not divide the sunday from the week: What might be toward that this sweaty march Doth make the night joint labourer with the day, Who is't that can inform me?
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STand: who is that? Tis. I. O you comemost carefully vpon your watch, And if you meete Marcellus and Horatio, The partners of my watch, bid them make haste. I will: See who goes there. Friends to this ground. And leegemen to the Dane, O farewell honest souldier, who hath releeued you? Barnardo hath my place, giue you good night. Holla, Barnardo. Say, is Horatio there? A peece of him. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus. What hath this thing appear'd againe to night. I haue seene nothing. Horatio sayes tis but ourfantasie, And wil not let beliefe take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight twice seene by vs, Therefore I haue intreated him along with vs To watch the minutes of this night, That if againe this apparition come, He may approoue our eyes, and speake to it. Tut. t'will not appeare. Sit downe I pray, and let vs once againe Assaile your eares that are so fortified, What we haue two nights seene. Wel, sit we downe, and let vs heare Bernardo speake of this. Last night of al, when yonder starre that's west ward from the pole, had made his course to Illumine that part of heauen. Where now it burnes, The bell then towling one. Breake off your talke, see where it comes againe. In the same figure like the King that's dead, Thou art a scholler, speake to it Horatio. Lookes it not like the king? Most like, it horrors mee with feare and wonder. It would be spoke to. Question it Horatio. What art thou that thus vsurps the state, in Which the Maiestie of buried Denmarke did sometimes Walke? By heauen I charge thee speake. It is offended. See, it stalkes away. Stay, speake, speake, by heauen I charge thee speake. Tis gone and makes no answer. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale, Is not this something more than fantasie? What thinke you on't? Afore my God, I might not this beleeue, without the sensible and true auouch of my owne eyes. Is it not like the King? As thou art to thy selfe, Such was the very armor he had on, When he the ambitious Norway combated. So frownd he once, when in an angry parle He smot the sleaded pollax on the yce, Tis strange. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead hower, With Marshall stalke he passed through our watch. In what particular to worke, I know not, But in the thought and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to the state. Good, now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch, So nightly toyles the subiect of the land, And why such dayly cost of brazen Cannon And forraine marte, for implements of warre, Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske Does not diuide the sunday from the weeke: What might be toward that this sweaty march Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day, Who is't that can informe me?