Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Good Madam stay awhile, I will be faithful. Doubt thou, the Starres are fire, Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue: Doubt Truth to be a Lier, But neuer Doubt, I loue. O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these Numbers: I haue not Art to reckon my grones; but that I loue thee best, oh most Best beleeue it. Adieu. Thine euermore most deere Lady, whilst this Machine is to him, Hamlet. This in Obedience hath my daughter showed me: And more above hath his soliciting, As they fell out by Time, by Means, and Place, All given to mine ear. But how hath she received his Love? What do you think of me? As of a man, faithful and Honourable. I would fain prove so. But what might you think? When I had seen this hot love on the wing, As I perceived it, I must tell you that Before my Daughter told me, what might you Or my dear Majesty your Queen here, think, If I had played the Desk or Table-book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or looked upon this Love, with idle sight, What might you think? No, I went round to work, And (my young Mistress) thus I did bespeak Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Star, This must not be: and then, I Precepts gave her, That she should lock herself from his Resort, Admit no Messengers, receive no Tokens: Which done, she took the Fruits of my Advice, And he repulsed. A short Tale to make, Fell into a Sadness, then into a Fast, Thence to a Watch, thence into a Weakness, Thence to a Lightness, and by this declension Into the Madness whereon now he raves, And all we wail for. Do you think 'tis this? It may be very likely. Hath there been such a time, I'd fain know that, That I have positively said, 'tis so, When it proved otherwise? Not that I know. Take this from this; if this be otherwise, If Circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the Centre. How may we try it further? You know sometimes He walks four hours together, here In the Lobby. So he has indeed. At such a time I'll lose my Daughter to him, Be you and I behind an Arras then, Mark the encounter: If he love her not, And be not from his reason fall'n thereon; Let me be no Assistant for a State, And keep a Farm and Carters. We will try it. But look where sadly the poor wretch Comes reading. Away I do beseech you, both away, I'll board him presently. Oh give me leave. How does my good Lord Hamlet? Well, God-a-mercy. Do you know me, my Lord? Excellent, excellent well: ye are a Fishmonger. Not I my Lord. Then I would you were so honest a man. Honest, my Lord? I sir, to be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of two thousand. That's very true, my Lord.
seed 43: T31 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Good Madam ſtay awhile, I will be faithfull. Doubt thou, the Starres are fire, Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue: Doubt Truth to be a Lier, But neuer Doubt, I loue. O deere Ophelia, I am ill at theſe Numbers: I haue not Art to reckon my grones; but that I loue thee beſt, oh moſt Beſt beleeue it. Adieu. Thine euermore moſt deere Lady, whilſt this Machine is to him, Hamlet. This in Obedience hath my daughter ſhew'd me: And more aboue hath his ſoliciting, As they fell out by Time, by Meanes, and Place, All giuen to mine eare. But how hath ſhe receiu'd his Loue? What do you thinke of me? As of a man, faithfull and Honourable. I wold faine proue ſo. But what might you think? When I had ſeene this hot loue on the wing, As I perceiued it, I muſt tell you that Before my Daughter told me, what might you Or my deere Maieſtie your Queene heere, think, If I had playd the Deske or Table-booke, Or giuen my heart a winking, mute and dumbe, Or look'd vpon this Loue, with idle ſight, What might you thinke? No, I went round to worke, And (my yong Miſtris) thus I did beſpeake Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Starre, This muſt not be: and then, I Precepts gaue her, That ſhe ſhould locke her ſelfe from his Reſort, Admit no Meſſengers, receiue no Tokens: Which done, ſhe tooke the Fruites of my Aduice, And he repulſed. A ſhort Tale to make, Fell into a Sadneſſe, then into a Faſt, Thence to a Watch, thence into a Weakneſſe, Thence to a Lightneſſe, and by this declenſion Into the Madneſſe whereon now he raues, And all we waile for. Do you thinke 'tis this? It may be very likely. Hath there bene ſuch a time, I'de fain know that, That I haue poſſitiuely ſaid, 'tis ſo, When it prou'd otherwiſe? Not that I know. Take this from this; if this be otherwiſe, If Circumſtances leade me, I will finde Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeede Within the Center. How may we try it further? You know ſometimes He walkes foure houres together, heere In the Lobby. So he ha's indeed. At ſuch a time Ile looſe my Daughter to him, Be you and I behinde an Arras then, Marke the encounter: If he loue her not, And be not from his reaſon falne thereon; Let me be no Aſſiſtant for a State, And keepe a Farme and Carters. We will try it. But looke where ſadly the poore wretch Comes reading. Away I do beſeech you, both away, Ile boord him preſently. Oh giue me leaue. How does my good Lord Hamlet? Well, God-a-mercy. Do you know me, my Lord? Excellent, excellent well: y' are a Fiſhmonger. Not I my Lord. Then I would you were ſo honeſt a man. Honeſt, my Lord? I ſir, to be honeſt as this world goes, is to bee one man pick'd out of two thouſand. That's very true, my Lord.