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 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Oh speak of that, that I do long to hear. Give first admittance to th' Ambassadors, My News shall be the News to that great Feast. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. He tells me my sweet Queen, that he hath found The head and source of all your Son's distemper. I doubt it is no other, but the main, His Father's death, and our o're-hasty Marriage. Well, we shall sift him. Welcome good Friends: Say Voltumand, what from our Brother Norwey? Most fair return of Greetings, and Desires. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His Nephew's Levies, which to him appeared To be a preparation 'gainst the Poleak: But better looked into, he truly found It was against your Highness, whereat grieved,] That so his Sickness, Age, and Impotence Was falsely borne in hand, sends out Arrests On Fortinbras, which he (in brief) obeys, Receives rebuke from Norwey: and in fine, Makes Vow before his Uncle, never more To give th' assay of Arms against your Majesty. Whereon old Norwey, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand Crowns in Annual Fee, And his Commission to employ those Soldiers So levied as before, against the Poleak: With an entreaty herein further shown, That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your Dominions, for his Enterprise, On such regards of safety and allowance, As therein are set down. It likes us well: And at our more considered time we'll read, Answer, and think upon this Business. Mean time we thank you, for your well-tooke Labour. Go to your rest, at night we'll Feast together. Most welcome home. This business is very well ended. My Liege, and Madam, to expostulate What Majesty should be, what Duty is, Why day is day; night, night; and time is time, Were nothing but to waste Night, Day, and Time. Therefore, since Brevity is the Soul of Wit, And tediousness, the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. Your Noble Son is mad: Mad call I it; for to define true Madness, What is't, but to be nothing else but mad. But let that go. More matter, with less Art. Madam, I swear I use no Art at all: That he is mad, 'tis true: 'Tis true 'tis pity, And pity it is true: A foolish figure, But farewell it: for I will use no Art. Mad let us grant him then: and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect; For this effect defective, comes by cause, Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend, I have a daughter: have, whilst she is mine, Who in her Duty and Obedience, mark, Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise. That's an ill Phrase, a vild Phrase, beautified is a vild Phrase: but you shall hear these in her excellent white bosom, these. Came this from Hamlet to her.
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Oh ſpeake of that, that I do long to heare. Giue firſt admittance to th' Ambaſſadors, My Newes ſhall be the Newes to that great Feaſt. Thy ſelfe do grace to them, and bring them in. He tels me my ſweet Queene, that he hath found The head and ſourſe of all your Sonnes diſtemper. I doubt it is no other, but the maine, His Fathers death, and our o're-haſty Marriage. Well, we ſhall ſift him. Welcome good Frends: Say Voltumand, what from our Brother Norwey? Moſt faire returne of Greetings, and Deſires. Vpon our firſt, he ſent out to ſuppreſſe His Nephewes Leuies, which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainſt the Poleak: But better look'd into, he truly found It was againſt your Highneſſe, whereat greeued,] That ſo his Sickneſſe, Age, and Impotence Was falſely borne in hand, ſends out Arreſts On Fortinbras, which he (in breefe) obeyes, Receiues rebuke from Norwey: and in fine, Makes Vow before his Vnkle, neuer more To giue th' aſſay of Armes againſt your Maieſtie. Whereon old Norwey, ouercome with ioy, Giues him three thouſand Crownes in Annuall Fee, And his Commiſſion to imploy thoſe Soldiers So leuied as before, againſt the Poleak: With an intreaty heerein further ſhewne, That it might pleaſe you to giue quiet paſſe Through your Dominions, for his Enterprize, On ſuch regards of ſafety and allowance, As therein are ſet downe. It likes vs well: And at our more conſider'd time wee'l read, Anſwer, and thinke vpon this Buſineſſe. Meane time we thanke you, for your well-tooke Labour. Go to your reſt, at night wee'l Feaſt together. Moſt welcome home. This buſineſſe is very well ended. My Liege, and Madam, to expoſtulate What Maieſtie ſhould be, what Dutie is, Why day is day; night, night; and time is time, Were nothing but to waſte Night, Day▪ and Time. Therefore, ſince Breuitie is the Soule of Wit, And tediouſneſſe, the limbes and outward flouriſhes, I will be breefe. Your Noble Sonne is mad: Mad call I it; for to define true Madneſſe, What is't, but to be nothing elſe but mad. But let that go. More matter, with leſſe Art. Madam▪ I ſweare I vſe no Art at all: That he is mad, 'tis true: 'Tis true 'tis pittie, And pittie it is true: A fooliſh figure, But farewell it: for I will vſe no Art. Mad let vs grant him then: and now remaines That we finde out the cauſe of this effect, Or rather ſay, the cauſe of this defect; For this effect defectiue, comes by cauſe, Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus. Perpend, I haue a daughter: haue, whil'ſt ſhe is mine, Who in her Dutie and Obedience, marke, Hath giuen me this: now gather, and ſurmiſe. That's an ill Phraſe, a vilde Phraſe, beautified is a vilde Phraſe: but you ſhall heare theſe in her excellent white boſome, theſe. Came this from Hamlet to her.