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 · 495 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.
Yet here Leartes? aboard, aboard, for shame, The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stayed for, there▪ my blessing with thee And these few precepts in thy memory. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; Those friends thou hast, and their adoptions tried, Grapple them to thee with a hoop of steel, But do not dull the palm with entertain, Of every new unfledged courage, Beware of entrance into a quarrel; but being in, Bear it that the opposed may beware of thee, Costly thy apparel, as thy purse can buy. But not expressed in fashion, For the apparel oft proclaims the man. And they of France of the chief rank and station Are of a most select and general chief in that: This above all, to thy own self be true, And it must follow as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any one, Farewell, my blessing with thee. I humbly take my leave, farewell Ofelia, And remember well what I have said to you. It is already locked within my heart, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. What is't Ofelia he hath said to you? Something touching the prince Hamlet. Mary well thought on, 'tis given me to understand, That you have been too prodigal of your maiden presence Unto Prince Hamlet, if it be so, As so 'tis given to me, and that in way of caution I must tell you; you do not understand yourself So well as befits my honour, and your credit. My lord, he hath made many tenders of his love to me. Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them. And withal, such earnest vows. Springs to catch woodcocks, What, do not I know when the blood doth burn, How prodigal the tongue lends the heart vows, In brief, be more scanter of your maiden presence, Or tendering thus you'll tender me a fool. I shall obey my lord in all I may. Ofelia, receive none of his letters, For lovers lines are snares to entrap the heart; Refuse his tokens, both of them are keys To unlock Chastity unto Desire; Come in Ofelia, such men often prove, Great in their words, but little in their love. I will my lord. The air bites shrewd; it is an eager and An nipping wind, what hour is't? I think it lacks of twelve, No, 'tis struck. Indeed I heard it not, what doth this mean my lord? O the king doth wake to night, & takes his rouse, Keep wassail, and the swaggering upspring reels, And as he dreams, his draughts of renish down, The kettle, drum, and trumpet, thus bray out, The triumphs of his pledge. Is it a custom here? I mary is't and though I am Native here, and to the manner borne, It is a custom, more honoured in the breach, Then in the observance. Look my Lord, it comes.
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Yet here Leartes? aboord, aboord, for shame, The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile, And you are staid for, there▪ my blessing with thee And these few precepts in thy memory. "Be thou familiar, but by no meanes vulgare; "Those friends thou hast, and their adoptions tried, "Graple them to thee with a hoope of steele, "But do not dull the palme with entertaine, "Of euery new vnfleg'd courage, "Beware of entrance into a quarrell; but being in, "Beare it that the opposed may beware of thee, "Costly thy apparrell, as thy purse can buy. "But not exprest in fashion, "For the apparell oft proclaimes the man. And they of France of the chiefe rancke and station Are of a most select and generall chiefe in that: "This aboue all, to thy owne selfe be true, And it must follow as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any one, Farewel, my blessing with thee. I humbly take my leaue, farewell Ofelia, And remember well what I haue said to you. It is already lock't within my hart, And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it. What i'st Ofelia he hath saide to you? Somthing touching the prince Hamlet. Mary wel thought on, t'is giuen me to vnderstand, That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden presence Vnto Prince Hamlet, if it be so, As so tis giuen to mee, and that in waie of caution I must tell you; you do not vnderstand your selfe So well as befits my honor, and your credite. My lord, he hath made many tenders of his loue to me. Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them. And withall, such earnest vowes. Springes to catch woodcocks, What, do not I know when the blood doth burne, How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes, In briefe, be more scanter of your maiden presence, Or tendring thus you'l tender mee a foole. I shall obay my lord in all I may. Ofelia, receiue none of his letters, "For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart; "Refuse his tokens, both of them are keyes To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire; Come in Ofelia, such men often proue, "Great in their wordes, but little in their loue. I will my lord. The ayre bites shrewd; it is an eager and An nipping winde, what houre i'st? I think it lacks of twelue, No, t'is strucke. Indeed I heard it not, what doth this mean my lord? O the king doth wake to night, & takes his rowse, Keepe wassel, and the swaggering vp-spring reeles, And as he dreames, his draughts of renish downe, The kettle, drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out, The triumphes of his pledge. Is it a custome here? I mary i'st and though I am Natiue here, and to the maner borne, It is a custome, more honourd in the breach, Then in the obseruance. Looke my Lord, it comes.