Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Go with me, I will go seek the King, This is the very ecstasy of Love, Whose violent property foredoes itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings, As oft as any passion under Heaven, That does afflict our Natures. I am sorry, What have you given him any hard words of late? No my good Lord: but as you did command, I did repel his Letters, and denied His access to me. That hath made him mad. I am sorry that with better speed and judgement I had not quoted him. I fear he did but trifle, And meant to wrack thee: but beshrew my jealousy: It seems it is as proper to our Age, To cast beyond ourselves in our Opinions, As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King, This must be known, which being kept close might move More grief to hide, then hate to utter love. Welcome dear Rosincrance and Guildensterne. Moreover, that we much did long to see you, The need we have to use you, did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlets transformation: so I call it, Since not th' exterior, nor the inward man Resembles that it was. What it should be More than his Father's death, that thus hath put him So much from th' understanding of himself, I cannot deem of. I entreat you both, That being of so young days brought up with him: And since so Neighboured to his youth, and humour, That you vouchsafe your rest here in our Court Some little time: so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather So much as from Occasions you may glean, That opened lies within our remedy. Good Gentlemen, he hath much talked of you, And sure I am, two men there are not living, To whom he more adheres. If it will please you To show us so much Gentry, and good will, As to expend your time with us awhile, For the supply and profit of our Hope, Your Visitation shall receive such thankes As fits a King's remembrance. Both your Majesties Might by the Sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures, more into Command Then to Entreaty. We both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, To lay our Services freely at your feet, To be commanded. Thanks Rosincrance, and gentle Guildensterne. Thanks Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance. And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Son. Go some of ye, And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is. heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him. Amen. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey, my good Lord, Are joyfully returned. Thou still hast been the Father of good News. Have I, my Lord? Assure you, my good Liege, I hold my duty, as I hold my Soul, Both to my God, one to my gracious King: And I do think, or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of Policy, so sure As I have used to do: that I have found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacy.
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Goe with me, I will goe ſeeke the King, This is the very extaſie of Loue, Whoſe violent property foredoes it ſelfe, And leads the will to deſperate Vndertakings, As oft as any paſſion vnder Heauen, That does afflict our Natures. I am ſorrie, What haue you giuen him any hard words of late? No my good Lord: but as you did command, I did repell his Letters, and deny'de His acceſſe to me. That hath made him mad. I am ſorrie that with better ſpeed and iudgement I had not quoted him. I feare he did but trifle, And meant to wracke thee: but beſhrew my iealouſie: It ſeemes it is as proper to our Age, To caſt beyond our ſelues in our Opinions, As it is common for the yonger ſort To lacke diſcretion. Come, go we to the King, This muſt be knowne, wc being kept cloſe might moue More greefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue. Welcome deere Roſincrance and Guildenſterne. Moreouer, that we much did long to ſee you, The neede we haue to vſe you, did prouoke Our haſtie ſending. Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation: ſo I call it, Since not th' exterior, nor the inward man Reſembles that it was. What it ſhould bee More then his Fathers death, that thus hath put him So much from th' vnderſtanding of himſelfe, I cannot deeme of. I intreat you both, That being of ſo young dayes brought vp with him: And ſince ſo Neighbour'd to his youth, and humour, That you vouchſafe your reſt heere in our Court Some little time: ſo by your Companies To draw him on to pleaſures, and to gather So much as from Occaſions you may gleane, That open'd lies within our remedie. Good Gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, And ſure I am, two men there are not liuing, To whom he more adheres. If it will pleaſe you To ſhew vs ſo much Gentrie, and good will, As to expend your time with vs a-while, For the ſupply and profit of our Hope, Your Viſitation ſhall receiue ſuch thankes As fits a Kings remembrance. Both your Maieſties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs, Put your dread pleaſures, more into Command Then to Entreatie. We both obey, And here giue vp our ſelues, in the full bent, To lay our Seruices freely at your feete, To be commanded. Thankes Roſincrance, and gentle Guildenſterne. Thankes Guildenſterne and gentle Roſincrance. And I beſeech you inſtantly to viſit My too much changed Sonne. Go ſome of ye, And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is. Heauens make our preſence and our practiſes Pleaſant and helpfull to him. Amen. Th' Ambaſſadors from Norwey, my good Lord, Are ioyfully return'd. Thou ſtill haſt bin the Father of good Newes. Haue I, my Lord? Aſſure you, my good Liege, I hold my dutie, as I hold my Soule, Both to my God, one to my gracious King: And I do thinke, or elſe this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie, ſo ſure As I haue vs'd to do: that I haue found The very cauſe of Hamlets Lunacie.