Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Nay do you hear? do not make too much haste, I'll warrant you he'll stay till you come. Well son Hamlet, we in care of you: but specially in tender preservation of your health, The which we price even as our proper self, It is our mind you forthwith go for England, The wind fits fair, you shall aboard to night, Lord Rossencraft and Gilderstone shall go along with you. O with all my heart: farewell mother. Your loving father, Hamlet. My mother I say: you married my mother, My mother is your wife, man and wife is one flesh, And so (my mother) farewell: for England ho. Gertred, leave me, And take your leave of Hamlet, To England is he gone, ne'er to return: Our Letters are unto the King of England, That on the sight of them, on his allegiance, He presently without demanding why, That Hamlet lose his head, for he must die, There's more in him than shallow eyes can see: He once being dead, why then our state is free. Captain, from us go greet The king of Denmark: Tell him that Fortenbrasse nephew to old Norway, Craves a free pass and conduct over his land, According to the Articles agreed on: You know our Rendezvous, go march away. Hamlet is shipped for England, far him well, I hope to hear good news from thence ere long, If every thing fall out to our content, As I do make no doubt but so it shall. God grant it may, heavens keep my Hamlet safe: But this mischance of old Corambis death, Hath piersed so the young Ofeliaes heart, That she, poor maid, is quite bereft her wits. Alas dear heart! And on the other side, We understand her brother's come from Francé, And he hath halfe the heart of all our Land, And hardly he'll forget his father's death, Unless by some means he be pacified. O see where the young Ofelia is! How should I your true love know From another man? By his cockle hat, and his staff, And his sandal shone. White his shroud as mountain snow, Larded with sweet flowers, That bewept to the grave did not go With true lovers showers: He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone, At his head a grass green turf, At his heels a stone. How is't with you sweet Ofelia? Well God yield you, It grieves me to see how they laid him in the cold ground, I could not choose but weep: And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he's gone, and we cast away moan, And he never will come again. His beard as white as snow: All flaxen was his pole, He is dead, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God a mercy on his soul. And of all christian souls I pray God. God be with you Ladies, God be with you.
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Nay doe you heare? do not make too much haste, I'le warrant you hee'le stay till you come. Well sonne Hamlet, we in care of you: but specially in tender preseruation of your health, The which we price euen as our proper selfe, It is our minde you forthwith goe for England, The winde fits faire, you shall aboorde to night, Lord Rossencraft and Gilderstone shall goe along with you. O with all my heart: farewel mother. Your louing father, Hamlet. My mother I say: you married my mother, My mother is your wife, man and wife is one flesh, And so (my mother) farewel: for England hoe. Gertred, leaue me, And take your leaue of Hamlet, To England is he gone, ne're to returne: Our Letters are vnto the King of England, That on the sight of them, on his allegeance, He presently without demaunding why, That Hamlet loose his head, for he must die, There's more in him than shallow eyes can see: He once being dead, why then our state is free. Captaine, from vs goe greete The king of Denmarke: Tell him that Fortenbrasse nephew to old Norway, Craues a free passe and conduct ouer his land, According to the Articles agreed on: You know our Randevous, goe march away. Hamlet is ship't for England, fare him well, I hope to heare good newes from thence ere long, If euery thing fall out to our content, As I doe make no doubt but so it shall. God grant it may, heau'ns keep my Hamlet safe: But this mischance of olde Corambis death, Hath piersed so the yong Ofeliaes heart, That she, poore maide, is quite bereft her wittes. Alas deere heart! And on the other side, We vnderstand her brother's come from Francé, And he hath halfe the heart of all our Land, And hardly hee'le forget his fathers death, Vnlesse by some meanes he be pacified. O see where the yong Ofelia is! How should I your true loue know From another man? By his cockle hatte, and his staffe, And his sandall shoone. White his shrowde as mountaine snowe, Larded with sweete slowers, That bewept to the graue did not goe With true louers showers: He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone, At his head a grasse greene turffe, At his heeles a stone. How is't with you sweete Ofelia? Well God yeeld you, It grieues me to see how they laid him in the cold ground, I could not chuse but weepe: And will he not come againe? And will he not come againe? No, no, hee's gone, and we cast away mone, And he neuer will come againe. His beard as white as snowe: All flaxen was his pole, He is dead, he is gone, And we cast away moane: God a mercy on his soule. And of all christen soules I pray God. God be with you Ladies, God be with you.