Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 509 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
Mary that can I, at least the whisper goes so, Our late King, who as you know was by Forten▪ Brass of Norway, Thereto pricked on by a most emulous cause, dared to The combat, in which our valiant Hamlet, For so this side of our known world esteemed him, Did slay this Fortenbrasse, Who by a seal compact well ratified, by law And heraldry, did forfeit with his life all those His lands which he stood seized of by the conqueror, Against the which a moiety competent, Was gauged by our King: Now sir, young Fortenbrasse, Of inapproved mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there, Sharkt up a sight of lawless Resolutes For food and diet to some enterprise, That hath a stomach in't: and this (I take it) is the Chief head and ground of this our watch. But lo, behold, see where it comes again, He cross it, though it blast me: stay illusion, If there be any good thing to be done, That may do ease to thee, and grace to me, Speak to me. If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which haply foreknowing may prevens, O speak to me, Or if thou hast extorted in thy life, Or hoarded treasure in the womb of earth, For which they say you Spirits oft walk in death, speak to me, stay and speak, speak, stop it Marcellus. 'tis here. 'tis here. 'tis gone, O we do it wrong, being so majestical, to offer it the show of violence, For it is as the air invelmorable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. It was about to speak when the Cock crew. And then it faded like a guilty thing, Upon a fearful summons: I have heard The Cock, that is the trumpet to the morning, Doth with his early and shrill crowing throat, Awake the god of day, and at his sound, Whether in earth or air, in sea or fire, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confines, and of the truth here of This present object made probation. It faded on the crowing of the Cock, Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes, Wherein our saviours birth is celebrated▪ The bird of dawning singeth all night long, And then they say, no spirit dare walk abroad, The nights are wholesome, than no planet strikes, No Fairy takes, nor Witch hath power to charm, So gracious, and so hallowed is that time. So have I heard, and do in part believe it: But see the Sun in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yond high mountain top, Break we our watch up▪ and by my advise, Let us impart what we have seen to night Unto young Hamlet▪ for upon my life This Spirit dumb to us will speak to him: Do you consent, we shall acquaint him with it, As needful in our love, fitting our duty? Let's do't I pray, and I this morning know, Where we shall find him most conveniently.
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Mary that can I, at least the whisper goes so, Our late King, who as you know was by Forten▪ Brasse of Norway, Thereto prickt on by a most emulous cause, dared to The combate, in which our valiant Hamlet, For so this side of our knowne world esteemed him, Did slay this Fortenbrasse, Who by a seale compact well ratified, by law And heraldrie, did forfeit with his life all those His lands which he stoode seazed of by the conqueror, Against the which a moity competent, Was gaged by our King: Now sir, yong Fortenbrasse, Of inapproued mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there, Sharkt vp a sight of lawlesse Resolutes For food and diet to some enterprise, That hath a stomacke in't: and this (I take it) is the Chiefe head and ground of this our watch. But loe, behold, see where it comes againe, He crosse it, though it blast me: stay illusion, If there be any good thing to be done, That may doe ease to thee, and grace to mee, Speake to mee. If thou art priuy to thy countries fate, Which happly foreknowing may preuens, O speake to me, Or if thou hast extorted in thy life, Or hoorded treasure in the wombe of earth, For which they say you Spirites oft walke in death, speake to me, stay and speake, speake, stoppe it Marcellus. Tis heere. Tis heere. Tis gone, O we doe it wrong, being so maiesticall, to offer it the shew of violence, For it is as the ayre invelmorable, And our vaine blowes malitious mockery. It was about to speake when the Cocke crew. And then it faded like a guilty thing, Vpon a fearefull summons: I haue heard The Cocke, that is the trumpet to the morning, Doth with his earely and shrill crowing throate, Awake the god of day, and at his sound, Whether in earth or ayre, in sea or fire, The strauagant and erring spirite hies To his confines, and of the trueth heere of This present obiect made probation. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke, Some say, that euer gainst that season comes, Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated▪ The bird of dawning singeth all night long, And then they say, no spirite dare walke abroade, The nights are wholesome, then no planet strikes, No Fairie takes, nor Witch hath powre to charme, So gratious, and so hallowed is that time. So haue I heard, and doe in parte beleeue it: But see the Sunne in russet mantle clad, Walkes ore the deaw of yon hie mountaine top, Breake we our watch vp▪ and by my aduise, Let vs impart what wee haue seene to night Vnto yong Hamlet▪ for vpon my life This Spirite dumbe to vs will speake to him: Do you consent, wee shall acquaint him with it, As needefull in our loue, fitting our duetie? Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning know, Where we shall finde him most conueniently.