Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 463 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Mad for thy love, What have you given him any cross words of late? I did repel his letters, deny his gifts, As you did charge me. Why that hath made him mad: By heaven 'tis as proper for our age to cast Beyond ourselves, as 'tis for the younger fort To leave their wantonness. Well, I am sorry That I was so rash: but what remedy? Let's to the King, this madness may prove, Though wild a while, yet more true to thy love. Right noble friends, that our decree cousin Hamlet Hath lost the very heart of all his sense, It is most right, and we most sorry for him: Therefore we do desire, even as you tender Our care to him, and our great love to you, That you will labour but to wring from him The cause and ground of his distemperancie. Do this, the king of Denmark shall be thankful. My Lord, whatsoever lies within our power Your majesty may more command in words Then use persuasions to your liege men, bound By love, by duty, and obedience. What we may do for both your Majesties To know the grief troubles the Prince your son, We will endeavour all the best we may, So in all duty do we take our leave. Thanks Guilderstone, and gentle Rossencraft. Thanks Rossencraft, and gentle Gilderstone. My Lord, the Ambassadors are joyfully Returned from Norway. Thou still hast been the father of good news. Have I my Lord? I assure your grace, I hold my duty as I hold my life, Both to my God, and to my sovereign King: And I believe, or else this brain of mine Hunts not the train of policy so well As it had wont to do, but I have found The very depth of Hamlets lunacy. God grant he hath. Now Uoltemar, what from our brother Norway? Most fair returns of greetings and desires, Upon our first he sent forth to suppress His nephew's levies, which to him appeared To be a preparation 'gainst the Polacke: But better looked into, he truly found It was against your Highness, whereat grieved, That so his sickness, age, and impotence, Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests On Fortenbrasse, which he in brief obays, Receives rebuke from Norway: and in fine, Makes vow before his uncle, never more To give the assay of Arms against your Majesty, Whereon old Norway overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee, And his Commission to employ those soldiers, So levied as before, against the Polacke, With an entreaty herein further shown, That it would please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions, for that enterprise On such regards ofsafety and allowances As therein are set down.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Madde for thy loue, What haue you giuen him any crosse wordes of late? I did repell his letters, deny his gifts, As you did charge me. Why that hath made him madde: By heau'n t'is as proper for our age to cast Beyond our selues, as t'is for the yonger fort To leaue their wantonnesse. Well, I am sory That I was so rash: but what remedy? Lets to the King, this madnesse may prooue, Though wilde a while, yet more true to thy loue. Right noble friends, that our decre cosin Hamlet Hath lost the very heart of all his sence, It is most right, and we most sory for him: Therefore we doe desire, euen as you tender Our care to him, and our great loue to you, That you will labour but to wring from him The cause and ground of his distemperancie. Doe this, the king of Denmarke shal be thankefull. My Lord, whatsoeuer lies within our power Your maiestie may more commaund in wordes Then vse perswasions to your liege men, bound By loue, by duetie, and obedience. What we may doe for both your Maiesties To know the griefe troubles the Prince your sonne, We will indeuour all the best we may, So in all duetie doe we take our leaue. Thankes Guilderstone, and gentle Rossencraft. Thankes Rossencraft, and gentle Gilderstone. My Lord, the Ambassadors are ioyfully Return'd from Norway. Thou still hast beene the father of good news. Haue I my Lord? I assure your grace, I holde my duetie as I holde my life, Both to my God, and to my soueraigne King: And I beleeue, or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traine of policie so well As it had wont to doe, but I haue found The very depth of Hamlets lunacie. God graunt he hath. Now Uoltemar, what from our brother Norway? Most faire returnes of greetings and desires, Vpon our first he sent forth to suppresse His nephews leuies, which to him appear'd To be a preparation gainst the Polacke: But better look't into, he truely found It was against your Highnesse, whereat grieued, That so his sickenesse, age, and impotence, Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests On Fortenbrasse, which he in briefe obays, Receiues rebuke from Norway: and in fine, Makes vow before his vncle, neuer more To giue the assay of Armes against your Maiestie, Whereon olde Norway ouercome with ioy, Giues him three thousand crownes in annuall fee, And his Commission to employ those souldiers, So leuied as before, against the Polacke, With an intreaty heerein further shewne, That it would please you to giue quiet passe Through your dominions, for that enterprise On such regardes ofsafety and allowances As therein are set downe.