Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I'll watch to Night; perchance 'twill wake again. I warrant you it will. If it assume my noble Father's person, I'll speak to it, though Hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, If you have hitherto concealed this sight; Let it be triple in your silence still: And whatsoever else shall hap to night, Give it an understanding but no tongue; I will requite your loves; so, far ye well: Upon the Platform twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you. Our duty to your Honour. Your love, as mine to you: farewell. My Father's Spirit in Arms? All is not well: I doubt some foul play: would the Night were come; Till then sit still my soul; foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth orewhelm them to men's eyes. My necessaries are embarked; Farewell: And Sister, as the Winds give Benefit, And Convoy is assistant; do not sleep, But let me hear from you. Do you doubt that? For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favours, Hold it a fashion and a toy in Blood; A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature; Froward, not permanent; sweet not lasting The suppliance of a minute? No more. No more but so. Think it no more: For nature crescent does not grow alone, In thews and Bulk: but as his Temple waxes, The inward service of the Mind and Soul Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmerch The virtue of his fear: but you must fear His greatness weighed, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his Birth: He may not, as unuallued persons do, Carve for himself; for, on his choice depends The sanctity and health of the weole State. And therefore must his choice be circumscribed Unto the voice and yielding of that Body, Whereof he is the Head. Then if he says he loves you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it; As he in his peculiar Sect and force May give his saying deed: which is no further, Then the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Then weigh what loss your Honour may sustain, If with too credent ear you list his Songs; Or lose your Heart; or your chaste Treasure open To his unmastred importunity. Fear it Ophelia, fear it my dear Sister, And keep within the rear of your Affection; Out of the shot and danger of Desire. The chariest Maid is Prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the Moon: Virtue itself escapes not calumnious strokes, The Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring Too oft before the buttons be disclosed, And in the Morn and liquid dew of Youth, Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then, best safety lies in fear; Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
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Ile watch to Night; perchance 'twill wake againe. I warrant you it will. If it aſſume my noble Fathers perſon, Ile ſpeake to it, though Hell it ſelfe ſhould gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, If you haue hitherto conceald this ſight; Let it bee treble in your ſilence ſtill: And whatſoeuer els ſhall hap to night, Giue it an vnderſtanding but no tongue; I will requite your loues; ſo, fare ye well: Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue, Ile viſit you. Our duty to your Honour. Your loue, as mine to you: farewell. My Fathers Spirit in Armes? All is not well: I doubt ſome foule play: would the Night were come; Till then ſit ſtill my ſoule; foule deeds will riſe, Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies. My neceſſaries are imbark't; Farewell: And Siſter, as the Winds giue Benefit, And Conuoy is aſſiſtant; doe not ſleepe, But let me heare from you. Doe you doubt that? For Hamlet, and the trifling of his fauours, Hold it a faſhion and a toy in Bloud; A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature; Froward, not permanent; ſweet not laſting The ſuppliance of a minute? No more. No more but ſo. Thinke it no more: For nature creſſant does not grow alone, In thewes and Bulke: but as his Temple waxes, The inward ſeruice of the Minde and Soule Growes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now, And now no ſoyle nor cautell doth beſmerch The vertue of his feare: but you muſt feare His greatneſſe weigh'd, his will is not his owne; For hee himſelfe is ſubiect to his Birth: Hee may not, as vnuallued perſons doe, Carue for himſelfe; for, on his choyce depends The ſanctity and health of the weole State. And therefore muſt his choyce be circumſcrib'd Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body, Whereof he is the Head. Then if he ſayes he loues you, It fits your wiſedome ſo farre to beleeue it; As he in his peculiar Sect and force May giue his ſaying deed: which is no further, Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall. Then weigh what loſſe your Honour may ſuſtaine, If with too credent eare you liſt his Songs; Or loſe your Heart; or your chaſt Treaſure open To his vnmaſtred importunity. Feare it Ophelia, feare it my deare Siſter, And keepe within the reare of your Affection; Out of the ſhot and danger of Deſire. The charieſt Maid is Prodigall enough, If ſhe vnmaske her beauty to the Moone: Vertue it ſelfe ſcapes not calumnious ſtroakes, The Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring Too oft before the buttons be diſclos'd, And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth, Contagious blaſtments are moſt imminent. Be wary then, beſt ſafety lies in feare; Youth to it ſelfe rebels, though none elſe neere.