Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Good now sit down, & tell me he that knows Why this same strict and most observant Watch, So nightly toils the subject of the Land, And why such daily Cast of Brazon Cannon And Foreign Mart for Implements of war: Why such impress of Shipwrights, whose sore Task Does not divide the Sunday from the week, What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the Night joint-labourer with the day: Who is't that can inform me? That can I, At least the whisper goes so: Our last King, Whose Image even but now appeared to us, Was (as you know) by Fortinbras of Norway, (Thereto pricked on by a most emulate Pride) Dared to the Combat. In which, our Valiant Hamlet, (For so this side of our known world esteemed him) Did slay this Fortinbras: who by a Sealed Compact, Well ratified by Law, and Heraldry, Did forfeit (with his life) all those his Lands Which he stood seized on, to the Conqueror: Against the which, a Moiety competent Was gauged by our King: which had returned To the Inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been Vanquisher, as by the same Covenant And carriage of the Article design, His fell to Hamlet. Now sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved Mettle, hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Sharked up a List of Landless Resolutes, For Food and Diet, to some Enterprise That hath a stomach in't: which is no other (And it doth well appear unto our State) But to recover of us by strong hand And terms Compulsative, those foresaid Lands So by his Father lost: and this (I take it) Is the main Motive of our Preparations, The Source of this our Watch, and the chief head Of this post-haste, and Romage in the Land. But soft, behold: Lo, where it comes again: I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay Illusion: If thou hast any sound, or use of Voice, Speak to me. If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me; speak to me. If thou art privy to thy Country's Fate (Which happily foreknowing may avoid) Oh speak. Or, if thou hast up-hoorded in thy life Extorted Treasure in the womb of Earth, (For which, they say, you Spirits oft walk in death) Speak of it. Stay, and speak. Stop it Marcellus. Shall I strike at it with my Partisan? Do, if it will not stand. 'Tis here. 'Tis here. 'Tis gone. We do it wrong, being so Majestical To offer it the show of Violence, For it is as the Air, invulnerable, And our vain blows, malicious Mockery. It was about to speak, when the Cock crew. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful Summons. I have heard, The Cock that is the Trumpet to the day, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throat Awake the God of Day: and at his warning, Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Air, Th' extravagant, and erring Spirit, hies To his Confine. And of the truth herein, This present Object made probation.
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Good now ſit downe, & tell me he that knowes Why this ſame ſtrict and moſt obſeruant Watch, So nightly toyles the ſubiect of the Land, And why ſuch dayly Caſt of Brazon Cannon And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre: Why ſuch impreſſe of Ship-wrights, whoſe ſore Taske Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke, What might be toward, that this ſweaty haſt Doth make the Night ioynt-Labourer with the day: Who is't that can informe me? That can I, At leaſt the whiſper goes ſo: Our laſt King, Whoſe Image euen but now appear'd to vs, Was (as you know) by Fortinbras of Norway, (Thereto prick'd on by a moſt emulate Pride) Dar'd to the Combate. In which, our Valiant Hamlet, (For ſo this ſide of our knowne world eſteem'd him) Did ſlay this Fortinbras: who by a Seal'd Compact, Well ratified by Law, and Heraldrie, Did forfeite (with his life) all thoſe his Lands Which he ſtood ſeiz'd on, to the Conqueror: Againſt the which, a Moity competent Was gaged by our King: which had return'd To the Inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he bin Vanquiſher, as by the ſame Cou'nant And carriage of the Article deſigne, His fell to Hamlet. Now ſir, young Fortinbras, Of vnimproued Mettle, hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, heere and there, Shark'd vp a Liſt of Landleſſe Reſolutes, For Foode and Diet, to ſome Enterprize That hath a ſtomacke in't: which is no other (And it doth well appeare vnto our State) But to recouer of vs by ſtrong hand And termes Compulſatiue, thoſe foreſaid Lands So by his Father loſt: and this (I take it) Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations, The Sourſe of this our Watch, and the cheefe head Of this poſt-haſt, and Romage in the Land. But ſoft, behold: Loe, where it comes againe: Ile croſſe it, though it blaſt me. Stay Illuſion: If thou haſt any ſound, or vſe of Voyce, Speake to me. If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do eaſe, and grace to me; ſpeak to me. If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate (Which happily foreknowing may auoyd) Oh ſpeake. Or, if thou haſt vp-hoorded in thy life Extorted Treaſure in the wombe of Earth, (For which, they ſay, you Spirits oft walke in death) Speake of it. Stay, and ſpeake. Stop it Marcellus. Shall I ſtrike at ir with my Partizan? Do, if it will not ſtand. 'Tis heere. 'Tis heere. 'Tis gone. We do it wrong, being ſo Maieſticall To offer it the ſhew of Violence, For it is as the Ayre, invulnerable, And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery. It was about to ſpeake, when the Cocke crew. And then it ſtarted, like a guilty thing Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue heard, The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day, Doth with his lofty and ſhrill-ſounding Throate Awake the God of Day: and at his warning, Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Ayre, Th' extrauagant, and erring Spirit, hyes To his Confine. And of the truth heerein, This preſent Obiect made probation.