Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 523 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Mary Leartes thus: I'll lay a wager, shallbe on Hamlets side, and you shall give the odds, The which will draw him with a more desire, To try the mastery, that in twelve venies You gain not three of him: now this being granted, When you are hot in midst of all your play, Among the foils shall a keen rapier lie, Steeped in a mixture of deadly poison, That if it draws but the least dram of blood, In any part of him, he cannot live: This being done will free youfrom suspicion, And not the dearest friend that Hamlet loved Will ever have Leartes in suspect. My lord, I like it well: But say lord Hamlet should refuse this match. I'll warrant you, we'll put on you Such a report of singularity, Will bring him on, although against his will. And lest that all should miss, I'll have a potion that shall ready stand, In all his heat when that he calls for drink, Shall be his period and our happiness. 'tis excellent, O would the time were come! Here comes the Queen. How now Gertred, why look you heavily? O my Lord, the young Ofelia Having made a garland of sundry sorts of flowers, Sitting upon a willow by a brook, The envious sprig broke, into the brook she fell, And for a while her clothes spread wide abroad, Bore the young Lady up: and there she sat smiling, Even Mermaid▪ like, twixt heaven and earth, Chanting old sundry tunes uncapable As it were of her distress, but long it could not be, Till that her clothes, being heavy with their drink, Dragged the sweet wretch to death. So, she is drowned: Too much of water hast thou Ofelia, Therefore I will not drown thee in my tears, Revenge it is must yield this heart relief, For woe begets woe, and grief hangs on grief. I say no, she ought not to be buried In christian burial. Why sir? Mary because she's drowned. But she did not drown herself. No, that's certain, the water drowned her. Yea but it was against her will. No, I deny that, for look you sir, I stand here, If the water come to me, I drown not myself: But if I go to the water, and am there drowned, Ergo I am guilty of my own death: Y'are gone, go y'are gone sir. I but see, she hath christian burial, Because she is a great woman. Mary more's the pity, that great folk Should have more authority to hang or drown Themselves, more than other people: Go fetch me a stoup of drink, but before thou Goest, tell me one thing, who builds strongest, Of a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter? Why a Mason, for he builds all of stone, And will endure long. That's pretty, to't again, to't again. Why then a Carpenter, for he builds the gallows, And that brings many a one to his long home. Pretty again, the gallows doth well, mary how does it well? the gallows does well to them that do ill, go get thee gone:
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Mary Leartes thus: I'le lay a wager, Shalbe on Hamlets side, and you shall giue the oddes, The which will draw him with a more desire, To try the maistry, that in twelue venies You gaine not three of him: now this being granted, When you are hot in midst of all your play, Among the foyles shall a keene rapier lie, Steeped in a mixture of deadly poyson, That if it drawes but the least dramme of blood, In any part of him, he cannot liue: This being done will free youfrom suspition, And not the deerest friend that Hamlet lov'de Will euer haue Leartes in suspect. My lord, I like it well: But say lord Hamlet should refuse this match. I'le warrant you, wee'le put on you Such a report of singularitie, Will bring him on, although against his will. And lest that all should misse, I'le haue a potion that shall ready stand, In all his heate when that he calles for drinke, Shall be his period and our happinesse. T'is excellent, O would the time were come! Here comes the Queene. How now Gertred, why looke you heauily? O my Lord, the yong Ofelia Hauing made a garland of sundry sortes of floures, Sitting vpon a willow by a brooke, The enuious sprig broke, into the brooke she fell, And for a while her clothes spread wide abroade, Bore the yong Lady vp: and there she sate smiling, Euen Mermaide▪like, twixt heauen and earth, Chaunting olde sundry tunes vncapable As it were of her distresse, but long it could not be, Till that her clothes, being heauy with their drinke, Dragg'd the sweete wretch to death. So, she is drownde: Too much of water hast thou Ofelia, Therefore I will not drowne thee in my teares, Reuenge it is must yeeld this heart releefe, For woe begets woe, and griefe hangs on griefe. I say no, she ought not to be buried In christian buriall. Why sir? Mary because shee's drownd. But she did not drowne her selfe. No, that's certaine, the water drown'd her. Yea but it was against her will. No, I deny that, for looke you sir, I stand here, If the water come to me, I drowne not my selfe: But if I goe to the water, and am there drown'd, Ergo I am guiltie of my owne death: Y'are gone, goe y'are gone sir. I but see, she hath christian buriall, Because she is a great woman. Mary more's the pitty, that great folke Should haue more authoritie to hang or drowne Themselues, more than other people: Goe fetch me a stope of drinke, but before thou Goest, tell me one thing, who buildes strongest, Of a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter? Why a Mason, for he buildes all of stone, And will indure long. That's prety, too't agen, too't agen. Why then a Carpenter, for he buildes the gallowes, And that brings many a one to his long home. Prety agen, the gallowes doth well, mary howe dooes it well? the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill, goe get thee gone: