Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.73 · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Oh all you host of Heaven! Oh Earth; what else? And shall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart; And you my sinews, grow not instant Old; But bear me stiffly up: Remember thee? I, thou poor Ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted Globe: Remember thee? Yea, from the Table of my Memory, I'll wipe away all trivial fond Records, All saws of Books, all forms, all presures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy Commandment all alone shall live Within the Book and Volume of my Brain, Unmixed with base matter; yes, yes, by Heaven: Oh most pernicious woman! Oh Villain, Villain, smiling damned Villain! My Tables, my Tables; meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile and be a Villain; At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark; So Uncle there you are: now to my word; It is; Adieu, Adieu, Remember me: I have sworned. My Lord, my Lord. Lord Hamlet. Heaven secure him. So be it. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come. How isted my Noble Lord? What news, my Lord? Oh wonderful! Good my Lord tell it. No you'll reveal it. Not I, my Lord, by Heaven. Nor I, my Lord. How say you then, would heart of man once think it? But you'll be secret? I, by Heaven, my Lord. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. There needs no Ghost my Lord, come from the Grave, to tell us this. Why right, you are i' th' right; And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it-fit that we shake hands, and part: You, as your business and desires shall point you: For every man has business and desire, Such as it is: and for mine own poor part, Look you, I'll go pray. These are but wild and hurling words, my Lord. I'm sorry they offend you hearty: Yes faith, hearty. There's no offence my Lord. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is my Lord, And much offence too, touching this Vision here: It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you: For your desire to know what is between us, O'er mastered as you may. And now good friends, As you are Friends, Scholars and Soldiers, Give me one poor request. What is't my Lord? we will. Never make known what you have seen to night. My Lord, we will not. Nay, but swear't. Infaith my Lord, not I Nor I my Lord: in faith. Upon my sword. We have sworn my Lord already. Indeed, upon my sword, Indeed. Swear. Ah ha' boy, sayest thou so. Art thou there true-penny? Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge Consent to swear. Propose the Oath my Lord. Never to speak of this that you have seen. Swear by my sword. Swear. Hic & ubique? Then we'll shift for ground, Come hither Gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword, Never to speak of this that you have heard: Swear by my Sword.
nodes 750–826 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 55 in this edition
Length
518 words · 716 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.727 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh all you hoſt of Heauen! Oh Earth; what els? And ſhall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart; And you my ſinnewes, grow not inſtant Old; But beare me ſtiffely vp: Remember thee? I, thou poore Ghoſt, while memory holds a ſeate In this diſtracted Globe: Remember thee? Yea, from the Table of my Memory, Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records, All ſawes of Bookes, all formes, all preſures paſt, That youth and obſeruation coppied there; And thy Commandment all alone ſhall liue Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine, Vnmixt with baſer matter; yes, yes, by Heauen: Oh moſt pernicious woman! Oh Villaine, Villaine, ſmiling damned Villaine! My Tables, my Tables; meet it is I ſet it downe, That one may ſmile, and ſmile and be a Villaine; At leaſt I'm ſure it may be ſo in Denmarke; So Vnckle there you are: now to my word; It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue ſworn't. My Lord, my Lord. Lord Hamlet. Heauen ſecure him. So be it. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come. How iſt't my Noble Lord? What newes, my Lord? Oh wonderfull! Good my Lord tell it. No you'l reueale it. Not I, my Lord, by Heauen. Nor I, my Lord. How ſay you then, would heart of man once think it? But you'l be ſecret? I, by Heau'n, my Lord. There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke But hee's an arrant knaue. There needs no Ghoſt my Lord, come from the Graue, to tell vs this. Why right, you are i' th' right; And ſo, without more circumſtance at all, I hold it-fit that we ſhake hands, and part: You, as your buſines and deſires ſhall point you: For euery man ha's buſineſſe and deſire, Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part, Looke you, Ile goe pray. Theſe are but wild and hurling words, my Lord. I'm ſorry they offend you heartily: Yes faith, heartily. There's no offence my Lord. Yes, by Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord, And much offence too, touching this Viſion heere: It is an honeſt Ghoſt, that let me tell you: For your deſire to know what is betweene vs, O're maſter't as you may. And now good friends, As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers, Giue me one poore requeſt. What is't my Lord? we will. Neuer make known what you haue ſeen to night. My Lord, we will not. Nay, but ſwear't. Infaith my Lord, not I. Nor I my Lord: in faith. Vpon my ſword. We haue ſworne my Lord already. Indeed, vpon my ſword, Indeed. Sweare. Ah ha boy, ſayeſt thou ſo. Art thou there true-penny? Come one you here this fellow in the ſelleredge Conſent to ſweare. Propoſe the Oath my Lord. Neuer to ſpeake of this that you haue ſeene. Sweare by my ſword. Sweare. Hic & vbique? Then wee'l ſhift for grownd, Come hither Gentlemen, And lay your hands againe vpon my ſword, Neuer to ſpeake of this that you haue heard: Sweare by my Sword.