Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.85 · 516 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Sir I am satisfied in nature, But in terms of honour I'll stand aloof, And will no reconcilement, Till by some elder masters of our time I may be satisfied. Give them the foils. I'll be your foil Leartes, these foils, Have all a laughed, come on sir: No none. judgement. A hit, a most palpable hit. Well, come again. Another. judgement. I, I grant, a tuch, a touch. Here Hamlet, the king doth drink a health to thee Here Hamlet, take my napkin, wipe thy face. Give him the wine. Set it by, I'll have another bout first, I'll drink anon. Here Hamlet, thy mother drinks to thee. Do not drink Gertred: O 'tis the poisoned cup▪ Leartes come, you dally with me, I pray you pass with your most cunningest play. I! say you so? have at you, I'll hit you now my Lord: And yet it goes almost against my conscience. Come on sir. Look to the Queen. O the drink, the drink, Hamlet, the drink. Treason, ho, keep the gates. How be't my Lord Leartes? Even as a coxcomb should, Foolishly slain with my own weapon: Hamlet, thou hast not in thee half an hour of life, The fatal Instrument is in thy hand. Unbated and invenomed: thy mother's poisoned That drink was made for thee. The poisoned Instrument within my hand? Then venom to thy venom, die damned villain: Come drink, here lies thy union here. O he is justly served: Hamlet, before I die, here take my hand, And withal, my love: I do forgive thee. And I thee, O I am dead Horatio, far thee well. No, I am more an antic Roman, Then a Dane, here is some poison left. Upon my love I charge thee let it go, O fie Horatio, and if thou shouldst die, What a scandal wouldst thou leave behind? What tongue should tell the story of our deaths, If not from thee? O my heart sinks Horatio, Mine eyes have lost their sight, my tongue his use: Farewell Horatio, heaven receive my soul. Where is this bloody sight? If aught of woe or wonder you'd behold, Then look upon this tragic spectacle. O imperious death! how many Princes Hast thou at one draft bloodily shot to death? Our embassy that we have brought from England, Where be these Princes that should hear us speak? O most most unlooked for time! unhappy country. Content yourselves, I'll show to all, the ground, The first beginning of this Tragedy: Let there a scaffold be reared up in the market place, And let the State of the world be there: Where you shall hear such a sad story told, That never mortal man could more unfold. I have some rights of memory to this kingdom, Which now to claim my leisure doth invite me: Let four of our chiefest Captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to his grave: For he was likely, had he lived, To a proved most royal. Take up the body, such a fight as this Becomes the fields, but here doth much amiss
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2028–2102 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 32 in this edition
Length
516 words · 700 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.851 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir I am satisfied in nature, But in termes of honor I'le stand aloofe, And will no reconcilement, Till by some elder maisters of our time I may be satisfied. Giue them the foyles. I'le be your foyle Leartes, these foyles, Haue all a laught, come on sir: No none. Iudgement. A hit, a most palpable hit. Well, come againe. Another. Iudgement. I, I grant, a tuch, a tuch. Here Hamlet, the king doth drinke a health to thee Here Hamlet, take my napkin, wipe thy face. Giue him the wine. Set it by, I'le haue another bowt first, I'le drinke anone. Here Hamlet, thy mother drinkes to thee. Do not drinke Gertred: O t'is the poysned cup▪ Leartes come, you dally with me, I pray you passe with your most cunningst play. I! say you so? haue at you, Ile hit you now my Lord: And yet it goes almost against my conscience. Come on sir. Looke to the Queene. O the drinke, the drinke, Hamlet, the drinke. Treason, ho, keepe the gates. How ist my Lord Leartes? Euen as a coxcombe should, Foolishly slaine with my owne weapon: Hamlet, thou hast not in thee halfe an houre of life, The fatall Instrument is in thy hand. Vnbated and invenomed: thy mother's poysned That drinke was made for thee. The poysned Instrument within my hand? Then venome to thy venome, die damn'd villaine: Come drinke, here lies thy vnion here. O he is iustly serued: Hamlet, before I die, here take my hand, And withall, my loue: I doe forgiue thee. And I thee, O I am dead Horatio, fare thee well. No, I am more an antike Roman, Then a Dane, here is some poison left. Vpon my loue I charge thee let it goe, O fie Horatio, and if thou shouldst die, What a scandale wouldst thou leaue behinde? What tongue should tell the story of our deaths, If not from thee? O my heart sinckes Horatio, Mine eyes haue lost their sight, my tongue his vse: Farewel Horatio, heauen receiue my soule. Where is this bloudy sight? If aught of woe or wonder you'ld behold, Then looke vpon this tragicke spectacle. O imperious death! how many Princes Hast thou at one draft bloudily shot to death? Our ambassie that we haue brought from England, Where be these Princes that should heare vs speake? O most most vnlooked for time! vnhappy country. Content your selues, Ile shew to all, the ground, The first beginning of this Tragedy: Let there a scaffold be rearde vp in the market place, And let the State of the world be there: Where you shall heare such a sad story tolde, That neuer mortall man could more vnfolde. I haue some rights of memory to this kingdome, Which now to claime my leisure doth inuite mee: Let foure of our chiefest Captaines Beare Hamlet like a souldier to his graue: For he was likely, had he liued, To a prou'd most royall. Take vp the bodie, such a fight as this Becomes the fieldes, but here doth much amisse