Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 501 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
My Lord, upon the platform where we watched. Did you not speak to it? My Lord we did, but answer made it none, Yet once me thought it was about to speak, And lifted up his head to motion, Like as he would speak, but even then The morning cock crew loud, and in all haste, It shrunk in haste away, and vanished Our fight. Indeed, indeed sirs, but this troubles me: Hold you the watch to night? We do my Lord. Armed say ye? Armed my good Lord. From top to toe? My good Lord, from head to foot. Why then saw you not his face? O yes my Lord, he wore his beaver up. How looked he, frowningly? A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Pale, or red? Nay, very pal And fixed his eyes upon you. Most constantly. I would I had been there. It would a much amazed you. Yea very like, very like, stayed it long? While one with moderate pace Might tell a hundred. O longer, longer. His beard was grisleld, no. It was as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver. I will watch to night, perchance 'twill walk again. I warrant it will. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, if hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace, Gentlemen, If you have hither consealed this sight, Let it be tenible in your silence still, And whatsoever else shall chance to night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue, I will requited your loves, so far you well, Upon the platform, twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you. Our duties to your honour. O your loves, your loves, as mine to you, Farewell, my father's spirit in Arms, Well, all's not well. I doubt some foul play, Would the night were come, Till then, sit still my soul, foul deeds will ris Though all the world o'erwhelm them to men's eyes. My necessaries are inbarkt, I must aboard, But ere I part, mark what I say to thee: I see Prince Hamlet makes a show of love Beware Ofelia, do not trust his vows, Perhaps he loves you now, and now his tongue, Speaks from his heart, but yet take heed my sister, The Chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the Moon. Virtue itself escapes not calumnious thoughts, Believe't Ofelia, therefore keep a loof Lest that he trip thy honour and thy fame. Brother, to this I have lent attentive ear, And doubt not but to keep my honour firm, But my dear brother, do not you Like to a cunning Sophister, Teach me the path and ready way to heaven, While you forgetting what is said to me, Yourself, like to a careless libertine Doth give his heart, his appetite at full, And little recks how that his honour dies. No, fear it not my dear Ofelia, Here comes my father, occasion smiles upon a second leave.
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My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watched. Did you not speake to it? My Lord we did, but answere made it none, Yet once me thought it was about to speake, And lifted vp his head to motion, Like as he would speake, but euen then The morning cocke crew lowd, and in all haste, It shruncke in haste away, and vanished Our fight. Indeed, indeed sirs, but this troubles me: Hold you the watch to night? We do my Lord. Armed say ye? Armed my good Lord. From top to toe? My good Lord, from head to foote. Why then saw you not his face? O yes my Lord, he wore his beuer vp. How look't he, frowningly? A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Pale, or red? Nay, verie pal And fixt his eies vpon you. Most constantly. I would I had beene there. It would a much amazed you. Yea very like, very like, staid it long? While one with moderate pace Might tell a hundred. O longer, longer. His beard was grisleld, no. It was as I haue seene it in his life, A sable siluer. I wil watch to night, perchance t'wil walke againe. I warrant it will. If it assume my noble fathers person, Ile speake to it, if hell it selfe should gape, And bid me hold my peace, Gentlemen, If you haue hither consealed this sight, Let it be tenible in your silence still, And whatsoeuer else shall chance to night, Giue it an vnderstanding, but no tongue, I will requit your loues, so fare you well, Vpon the platforme, twixt eleuen and twelue, Ile visit you. Our duties to your honor. O your loues, your loues, as mine to you, Farewell, my fathers spirit in Armes, Well, all's not well. I doubt some foule play, Would the night were come, Till then, sit still my soule, foule deeds will ris Though all the world orewhelme them to mens eies. My necessaries are inbarkt, I must aboord, But ere I part, marke what I say to thee: I see Prince Hamlet makes a shew of loue Beware Ofelia, do not trust his vowes, Perhaps he loues you now, and now his tongue, Speakes from his heart, but yet take heed my sister, The Chariest maide is prodigall enough, If she vnmaske hir beautie to the Moone. Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious thoughts, Belieu't Ofelia, therefore keepe a loofe Lest that he trip thy honor and thy fame. Brother, to this I haue lent attentiue eare, And doubt not but to keepe my honour firme, But my deere brother, do not you Like to a cunning Sophister, Teach me the path and ready way to heauen, While you forgetting what is said to me, Your selfe, like to a carelesse libertine Doth giue his heart, his appetite at ful, And little recks how that his honour dies. No, feare it not my deere Ofelia, Here comes my father, occasion smiles vpon a second leaue.