Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Hast, hast me to know it, That with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of Love, May sweep to my Revenge. I find thee apt, And duller shouldst thou be then the fat weed That rots itself in ease, on Lethe Wharfe, Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now Hamlet hear: It's given out, that sleeping in mine Orchard, A Serpent stung me: so the whole ear of Denmark, Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abused: But know thou Noble youth, The Serpent that did sting thy Father's life, Now wears his Crown. O my Prophetic soul: mine Uncle? I that incestuous, that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits, hath Traitorous gifts. Oh wicked Wit, and Gifts, that have the power So to seduce? Won to to this shameful Lust The will of my most seeming virtuous Queen: Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there, From me, whose love was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand; even with the Vow I made to her in Marriage; and to decline Upon a wretch, whose Natural gifts were poor To those of mine, But Virtue, as it never will be moved, Though Lewdness court it in a shape of Heaven: So Lust, though to a radiant Angel linked, Will sat itself in a Celestiallbed, & prey on Garbage. But soft, me thinks I sent the Morning's Air; Brief let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard, My custom always in the afternoon; Upon my secure hour thy Uncle stole With juice of cursed Hebenon in a Viol, And in the Porches of mine ears did pour The leaperous Distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of Man, That swift as Quicksilver, it courses through The natural Gates and Allies of the Body; And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milk, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; And a most instant Tetter baked about. Most Lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth Body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a Brother's hand, Of Life, of Crown, and Queen at once dispatched; Cut off even in the Blossoms of my Sin, Vnhouzzled, disappointed, vnnaneld, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head; Oh horrible, Oh horrible, most horrible: If thou hast nature in thee bear it not; Let not the Royal Bed of Denmark be A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest. But howsoever thou pursuest this Act, Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soul contrive Against thy Mother ought; leave her to heaven, And to those Thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Far thee well at once; The Glow-worm shows the Matine to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual Fire: Adieu, adieu, Hamlet: remember me.
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Haſt, haſt me to know it, That with wings as ſwift As meditation, or the thoughts of Loue, May ſweepe to my Reuenge. I finde thee apt, And duller ſhould'ſt thou be then the fat weede That rots it ſelfe in eaſe, on Lethe Wharfe, Would'ſt thou not ſtirre in this. Now Hamlet heare: It's giuen out, that ſleeping in mine Orchard, A Serpent ſtung me: ſo the whole eare of Denmarke, Is by a forged proceſſe of my death Rankly abus'd: But know thou Noble youth, The Serpent that did ſting thy Fathers life, Now weares his Crowne. O my Propheticke ſoule: mine Vncle? I that inceſtuous, that adulterate Beaſt With witchcraft of his wits, hath Traitorous guifts. Oh wicked Wit, and Gifts, that haue the power So to ſeduce? Won to to this ſhamefull Luſt The will of my moſt ſeeming vertuous Queene: Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there, From me, whoſe loue was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand; euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage; and to decline Vpon a wretch, whoſe Naturall gifts were poore To thoſe of mine, But Vertue, as it neuer wil be moued, Though Lewdneſſe court it in a ſhape of Heauen: So Luſt, though to a radiant Angell link'd, Will ſate it ſelfe in a Celeſtiallbed, & prey on Garbage. But ſoft, me thinkes I ſent the Mornings Ayre; Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard, My cuſtome alwayes in the afternoone; Vpon my ſecure hower thy Vncle ſtole With iuyce of curſed Hebenon in a Violl, And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Diſtilment; whoſe effect Holds ſuch an enmity with bloud of Man, That ſwift as Quick-ſiluer, it courſes through The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body; And with a ſodaine vigour it doth poſſet And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke, The thin and wholſome blood: ſo did it mine; And a moſt inſtant Tetter bak'd about. Moſt Lazar-like, with vile and loathſome cruſt, All my ſmooth Body. Thus was I, ſleeping, by a Brothers hand, Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once diſpatcht; Cut off euen in the Bloſſomes of my Sinne, Vnhouzzled, diſappointed, vnnaneld, No reckoning made, but ſent to my account With all my imperfections on my head; Oh horrible, Oh horrible, moſt horrible: If thou haſt nature in thee beare it not; Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be A Couch for Luxury and damned Inceſt. But howſoeuer thou purſueſt this Act, Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soule contriue Againſt thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen, And to thoſe Thornes that in her boſome lodge, To pricke and ſting her. Fare thee well at once; The Glow-worme ſhowes the Matine to be neere, And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire: Adue, adue, Hamlet: remember me.