Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Indeed my Lord, it followed hard upon. Thrift, thrift Horatio: the Funeral Bakt-meats Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables; Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven, Ere I had ever seen that day Horatio. My father, me thinks I see my father. Oh where my Lord? In my mind's eye (Horatio) I saw him once; he was a goodly King. He was a man, take him for all in all: I shall not look upon his like again. My Lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Saw? Who? My Lord, the King your Father. The King my Father? Season your admiration for a while With an attended ear; till I may deliver Upon the witness of these Gentlemen, This marvel to you. For Heaven's love let me hear. Two nights together, had these Gentlemen (Marcellus and Barnardo) on their Watch In the dead waist and middle of the night Been thus encountered. A figure like your Father, Armed at all points exactly, Cap a Pe, Appears before them, and with solemn march Goes slow and stately: By them thrice he walked, By their oppressed and feare-surprized eyes, Within his Truncheons length; whilst they bestiled Almost to jelly with the Act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did, And I with them the third Night kept the Watch, Whereas they had delivered both in time, Form of the thing; each word made true and good, The Apparition comes. I knew your Father: These hands are not more like. But where was this? My Lord upon the platform where we watched. Did you not speak to it? My Lord, I did; But answer made it none: yet once me thought It lifted up it head, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak: But even then, the Morning Cocke crew loud; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanished from our sight. 'tis very strange. As I do live my honoured Lord 'tis true And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. Indeed, indeed Sirs; but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to Night. We do my Lord. Armed, say you? Armed, my Lord. From top to toe? My Lord, from head to foot. Then saw you not his face? O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beaver up. What, looked he frowningly? A countenance more in sorrow then in anger. Pale, or red? Nay very pale. And fixed his eyes upon you? Most constantly. I would I had been there. It would have much amazed you. Very like, very like: stayed it long? While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Longer, longer. Not when I saw't. His Beard was grisly? no. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A Sable Silvered.
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Indeed my Lord, it followed hard vpon. Thrift, thrift Horatio: the Funerall Bakt-meats Did coldly furniſh forth the Marriage Tables; Would I had met my deareſt foe in heauen, Ere I had euer ſeene that day Horatio. My father, me thinkes I ſee my father. Oh where my Lord? In my minds eye (Horatio) I ſaw him once; he was a goodly King. He was a man, take him for all in all: I ſhall not look vpon his like againe. My Lord, I thinke I ſaw him yeſternight. Saw? Who? My Lord, the King your Father. The King my Father? Seaſon your admiration for a while With an attent eare; till I may deliuer Vpon the witneſſe of theſe Gentlemen, This maruell to you. For Heauens loue let me heare. Two nights together, had theſe Gentlemen (Marcellus and Barnardo) on their Watch In the dead waſt and middle of the night Beene thus encountred. A figure like your Father, Arm'd at all points exactly, Cap a Pe, Appeares before them, and with ſollemne march Goes ſlow and ſtately: By them thrice he walkt, By their oppreſt and feare-ſurprized eyes, Within his Truncheons length; whilſt they beſtil'd Almoſt to Ielly with the Act of feare, Stand dumbe and ſpeake not to him. This to me In dreadfull ſecrecie impart they did, And I with them the third Night kept the Watch, Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time, Forme of the thing; each word made true and good, The Apparition comes. I knew your Father: Theſe hands are not more like. But where was this? My Lord vpon the platforme where we watcht. Did you not ſpeake to it? My Lord, I did; But anſwere made it none: yet once me thought It lifted vp it head, and did addreſſe It ſelfe to motion, like as it would ſpeake: But euen then, the Morning Cocke crew lowd; And at the ſound it ſhrunke in haſt away, And vaniſht from our ſight. Tis very ſtrange. As I doe liue my honourd Lord 'tis true And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty To let you know of it. Indeed, indeed Sirs; but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to Night▪ We doe my Lord. Arm'd, ſay you? Arm'd, my Lord. From top to toe? My Lord, from head to foote. Then ſaw you not his face? O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beauer vp. What, lookt he frowningly? A countenance more in ſorrow then in anger. Pale, or red? Nay very pale. And fixt his eyes vpon you? Moſt conſtantly. I would I had beene there. It would haue much amaz'd you. Very like, very like: ſtaid it long? While one with moderate haſt might tell a hundred. Longer, longer. Not when I ſaw't. His Beard was griſly? no. It was, as I haue ſeene it in his life, A Sable Siluer'd.