Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 501 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Devoid of reason would not have made Such speed: Frailty, thy name is Woman, Why she would hang on him, as if increase Of appetite had grown by what it looked on. O wicked wicked speed, to make such Dexterity to incestuous sheets, Ere yet the shoes were old, The which she followed my dead father's corpse Like Niobe, all tears: married, well it is not, Nor it cannot come to good: But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Health to your Lordship. I am very glad to see you, (Horatio) or I much forget myself. The same my Lord, and your poor servant ever. O my good friend, I change that name with you▪ but what make you from Wittenberg Horatio? My good Lord. I am very glad to see you, good even sirs: But what is your affair in Elsenoure? we'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. A trowant disposition, my good Lord▪ Nor shall you make me truster Of your own report against yourself: Sir, I know you are no trowant▪ But what is your affair in Elsenoure▪ My good Lord, I came to see your father's funeral. O I pray thee do not mock he fellow student, I think it was to see my mother's wedding▪ Indeed my Lord, it followed hard upon. Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables, Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Ere ever I had seen that day Horatio; O my father, my father, me thinks I see my father. Where my Lord? Why, in my minds eye Horatio. I saw him once, he was a gallant King. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. My Lord, I think I saw him yesternight, Saw, who: My Lord, the King your father. Ha, ha, the King my father keyou▪ Ceasen your admiration for a while▪ With an attentive ear, till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these Gentlemen This wonder to you. For God's love let me hear it. Two nights together had these Gentlemen, Marcelllus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead vast and middle of the night. Been thus encountered by a figure like your father, Armed to point, exactly Capapie Appears before them thrice, he walks Before their weak and fear oppressed eyes Within his tronchions length, While they distilled almost to jelly. With the act of fear stands dumb, And speak not to him: this to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did. And I with them the third night kept the watch, Where as they had delivered form of the thing. Each part made true and good, The Apparition comes: I knew your father, These hands are not more like. 'tis very strange. As I do live, my honoured lord, 'tis true, And we did think it right done, In our duty to let you know it. Where was this?
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Deuoyd of reason would not haue made Such speede: Frailtie, thy name is Woman, Why she would hang on him, as if increase Of appetite had growne by what it looked on. O wicked wicked speede, to make such Dexteritie to incestuous sheetes, Ere yet the shooes were olde, The which she followed my dead fathers corse Like Nyobe, all teares: married, well it is not, Nor it cannot come to good: But breake my heart, for I must holde my tongue. Health to your Lordship. I am very glad to see you, (Horatio) or I much forget my selfe. The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer. O my good friend, I change that name with you▪ but what make you from Wittenberg Horatio? My good Lord. I am very glad to see you, good euen sirs: But what is your affaire in Elsenoure? Weele teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart. A trowant disposition, my good Lord▪ Nor shall you make mee truster Of your owne report against your selfe: Sir, I know you are no trowant▪ But what is your affaire in Elsenoure▪ My good Lord, I came to see your fathers funerall. O I pre thee do not mocke hee fellow studient, I thinke it was to see my mothers wedding▪ Indeede my Lord, it followed hard vpon. Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funerall bak't meates Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables, Would I had met my deerest foe in heauen Ere euer I had seene that day Horatio; O my father, my father, me thinks I see my father. Where my Lord? Why, in my mindes eye Horatio. I saw him once, he was a gallant King. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not looke vpon his like againe. My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight, Saw, who: My Lord, the King your father. Ha, ha, the King my father keyou▪ Ceasen your admiration for a while▪ With an attentiue eare, till I may deliuer, Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen This wonder to you. For Gods loue let me heare it. Two nights together had these Gentlemen, Marcelllus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead vast and middle of the night. Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father, Armed to poynt, exactly Capap Appeeres before them thrise, he walkes Before their weake and feare oppressed eies Within his tronchions length, While they distilled almost to gelly. With the act of feare stands dumbe, And speake not to him: this to mee In dreadfull secresie impart they did. And I with them the third night kept the watch, Where as they had deliuered forme of the thing. Each part made true and good, The Apparition comes: I knew your father, These handes are not more like. Tis very strange. As I do liue, my honord lord, tis true, And wee did thinke it right done, In our dutie to let you know it. Where was this?