Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet: I prithee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. I shall in all my best Obey you Madam. Why 'tis a loving, and a fair Reply, Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam come, This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to day, But the great Cannon to the Clouds shall tell, And the King's Rouce, the Heavens shall bruit again, Respeaking earthly Thunder. Come away. Oh that this too too solid Flesh, would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a Dew: Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His Cannon 'gainst Selfe-slaughter. O God, O God! How weary, stolen, flat, and unprofitable Seems to me all the uses of this world? Fie on't? Oh fie, fie, 'tis an unweeded Garden That grows to Seed: Things rank, and gross in Nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this: But two months dead: Nay, not so much; not two, So excellent a King, that was to this Hyperion to a Satire: so loving to my Mother, That he might not beteene the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and Earth Must I remember: why she would hang on him, As if increase of Appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet within a month? Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman. A little Month, or ere those shoes were old, With which she followed my poor Father's body Like Niobe, all tears. Why she, even she. (O Heaven! A beast that wants discourse of Reason Would have mourned longer) married with mine Uncle, My Father's Brother: but no more like my Father, Then I to Hercules. Within a Month? Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous Tears Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes, She married. O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets: It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Hail to your Lordship. I am glad to see you well: Horatio, or I do forget myself. The same my Lord, And your poor Servant ever. Sir my good friend, I'll change that name with you: And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio? My good Lord. I am very glad to see you: good even Sir. But what in faith make you from Wittemberge? A truant disposition, good my Lord. I would not have your Enemy say so; Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself. I know you are no Truant: But what is your affair in Elsenour? we'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. My Lord, I came to see your Father's Funeral. I pray thee do not mock me (fellow Student) I think it was to see my Mothers-Wedding.
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Let not thy Mother loſe her Prayers Hamlet: I prythee ſtay with vs, go not to Wittenberg. I ſhall in all my beſt Obey you Madam. Why 'tis a louing, and a faire Reply, Be as our ſelfe in Denmarke. Madam come, This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits ſmiling to my heart; in grace whereof, No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day, But the great Cannon to the Clowds ſhall tell, And the Kings Rouce, the Heauens ſhall bruite againe, Reſpeaking earthly Thunder. Come away. Oh that this too too ſolid Fleſh, would melt, Thaw, and reſolue it ſelfe into a Dew: Or that the Euerlaſting had not fixt His Cannon 'gainſt Selfe-ſlaughter. O God, O God! How weary, ſtale, flat, and vnprofitable Seemes to me all the vſes of this world? Fie on't? Oh fie, fie, 'tis an vnweeded Garden That growes to Seed: Things rank, and groſſe in Nature Poſſeſſe it meerely. That it ſhould come to this: But two months dead: Nay, not ſo much; not two, So excellent a King, that was to this Hiperion to a Satyre: ſo louing to my Mother, That he might not beteene the windes of heauen Viſit her face too roughly. Heauen and Earth Muſt I remember: why ſhe would hang on him, As if encreaſe of Appetite had growne By what it fed on; and yet within a month? Let me not thinke on't: Frailty, thy name is woman. A little Month, or ere thoſe ſhooes were old, With which ſhe followed my poore Fathers body Like Niobe, all teares. Why ſhe, euen ſhe. (O Heauen! A beaſt that wants diſcourſe of Reaſon Would haue mourn'd longer) married with mine Vnkle, My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father, Then I to Hercules. Within a Moneth? Ere yet the ſalt of moſt vnrighteous Teares Had left the fluſhing of her gauled eyes, She married. O moſt wicked ſpeed, to poſt With ſuch dexterity to Inceſtuous ſheets: It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But breake my heart, for I muſt hold my tongue. Haile to your Lordſhip. I am glad to ſee you well: Horatio, or I do forget my ſelfe. The ſame my Lord, And your poore Seruant euer. Sir my good friend, Ile change that name with you: And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio? My good Lord. I am very glad to ſee you: good euen Sir. But what in faith make you from Wittemberge? A truant diſpoſition, good my Lord. I would not haue your Enemy ſay ſo; Nor ſhall you doe mine eare that violence, To make it truſter of your owne report Againſt your ſelfe. I know you are no Truant: But what is your affaire in Elſenour? Wee'l teach you to drinke deepe, ere you depart. My Lord, I came to ſee your Fathers Funerall. I pray thee doe not mock me (fellow Student) I thinke it was to ſee my Mothers-Wedding.