Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Lords, we here have writ to Fortenbrasse▪ Nephew to old Norway, who impotent And bedrid, scarcely hears of this his Nephew's purpose: and We here dispatch Young good Cornelu●●, and you Vol 〈…〉 For bearers of these greetings to old Norway, giving to you no further personal power To business with the King, Then those related articles do show: Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. In this and all things will we show our duty. We doubt nothing, heartily farewell▪ And now Leartes; what's the news with you? You said you had a suit what is't Leartes My gracious Lord, your favourable licence, Now that the funeral rites are all performed, I may have leave to go again to France, For though the favour of your grace might stay me, Yet something is there whispers in my heart, Which makes my mind and spirits bend all for France. Have you your father's leave, Leartes? He hath, my lord, wrung from me aforced grant, And I beseech you grant your highness leave. With all our heart, Leartes far thee well. I in all love and duty take my leave. And now princely Son Hamlet, What means these sad and melancholy moods? For your intent going to Wittenberg, We hold it most unmeet and unconvenient, Being the joy and half heart of your mother. Therefore let me entreat you stay in Court, All Denmark's hope our cousin and dearest Son. My lord, ti's not the sable suit I wear: No nor the tears that still stand in my eyes, Nor the distracted haviour in the visage, Nor all together mixed with outward semblance, Is equal to the sorrow of my heart, Him have I lost I must os force forego, These but the ornaments and suits of woe. This shows a loving care in you, Son Hamlet, But you must think your father lost a father, That father dead, lost his, and so shallbe until the General ending▪ Therefore cease laments; It is a fault 'gainst heaven, fault 'gainst the dead, A fault 'gainst nature, and in reasons Common course most certain, None lives on earth, but he is borne to die. Let not thy mother lose her prayers Hamlet, Stay here with us▪ go not to Wittenberg. I shall in all my best obey you madam. Spoke like a kind and a most loving Son, And there's no health the King shall drink today, But the great Canon to the clouds shall tell The rouse the King shall drink unto Prince Hamlet. O that this too much grieved and sallied flesh Would melt to nothing, or that the universal Globe of heaven would turn all to a Chaos▪ O God, within two months; no not two ● married, Mine uncle: O let me not think of it, My father's brother: but no more like My father, than I to Hercules. Within two months, ere yet the salt of most Unrighteous tears had left their flushing In her galled eyes: she married, O God, a beast
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Lordes, we here haue writ to Fortenbrasse▪ Nephew to olde Norway, who impotent And bed-rid, scarcely heares of this his Nephews purpose: and Wee heere dispatch Yong good Cornelu, and you Vol For bearers of these greetings to olde Norway, giuing to you no further personall power To businesse with the King, Then those related articles do shew: Farewell, and let your haste commend your dutie. In this and all things will wee shew our dutie. Wee doubt nothing, hartily farewel▪ And now Leartes; what's the news with you? You said you had a sute what is't Leartes My gratious Lord, your fauorable license, Now that the funerall rites are all performed, I may haue leaue to go againe to France, For though the fauour of your grace might stay mee, Yet something is there whispers in my hart, Which makes my minde and spirits bend all for France. Haue you your fathers leaue, Leartes? He hath, my lord, wrung from me aforced graunt, And I beseech you grant your Highnesse leaue. With all our heart, Leartes fare thee well. I in all loue and dutie take my leaue. And now princely Sonne Hamlet, What meanes these sad and melancholy moodes? For your intent going to Wittenberg, Wee hold it most vnmeet and vnconuenient, Being the Ioy and halfe heart of your mother. Therefore let mee intreat you stay in Court, All Denmarkes hope our coosin and dearest Sonne. My lord, ti's not the sable sute I weare: No nor the teares that still stand in my eyes, Nor the distracted hauiour in the visage, Nor all together mixt with outward semblance, Is equall to the sorrow of my heart, Him haue I lost I must os force forgoe, These but the ornaments and sutes of woe. This shewes a louing care in you, Sonne Hamlet, But you must thinke your father lost a father, That father dead, lost his, and so shalbe vntill the Generall ending▪ Therefore cease laments; It is a fault gainst heauen, fault gainst the dead, A fault gainst nature, and in reasons Common course most certaine, None liues on earth, but hee is borne to die. Let not thy mother loose her praiers Hamlet, Stay here with us ▪ go not to Wittenberg. I shall in all my best obay you madam. Spoke like a kinde and a most louing Sonne, And there's no health the King shall drinke today, But the great Canon to the clowdes shall tell The rowse the King shall drinke vnto Prince Hamlet. O that this too much grieu'd and fallied flesh Would melt to nothing, or that the vniuersall Globe of heauen would turne al to a Chaos▪ O God, within two months; no not two married, Mine vncle: O let me not thinke of it, My fathers brother: but no more like My father, then I to Hercules. Within two months, ere yet the salt of most Vnrighteous teares had left their flushing In her galled eyes: she married, O God, a beast