Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
How now my Lord, Will the King hear this piece of Work? And the Queen too, and that presently. Bid the Players make haste. Will you two help to hasten them? We will my Lord. What hoa, Horatio? here sweet Lord, at your Service. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As ere my Conversation coped withal. O my dear Lord. Nay, do not think I flatter: For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no Revennew haste, but thy good spirits To feed & clothe thee. Why should the poor be flattered? No, let the Candied tongue, like absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant Hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow feigning? Dost thou hear, Since my dear Soul was Mistress of my choice, And could of men distinguish, her election Hath sealed thee for herself. For thou hast been As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing. A man that Fortune's buffets, and Rewards Hath ' ta'en with equal Thanks. And blessed are those, Whose Blood and judgement are so well co-mingled, That they are not a Pipe for Fortune's finger, To sound what stop she please. Give me that man, That is not Passions Slave, and I will wear him In my heart's Core: I, in my Heart of heart, As I do thee. Something too much of this. There is a Play to night before the King, One Scoene of it comes near the Circumstance Which I have told thee, of my Father's death. I prithee, when thou seest that Act afoot, Even with the very Comment of my Soul Observe mine Uncle: If his occulted guilt, Do not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned Ghost that we have seen: And my Imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's Stythe. Give him needful note, For I mine eyes will rivet to his Face: And after we will both our judgements join, To censure of his seeming. Well my Lord. If he steal aught the whilst this Play is Playing, And scape detecting, I will pay the Theft. They are coming to the Play: I must be idle. Get you a place. How fares our Cousin Hamlet? Excellent I'faith, of the Chameleons dish: I eat the Air promise-crammed, you cannot feed Capons so. I have nothing with this answer Hamlet, these words are not mine. No, nor mine. Now my Lord, you played once i' th' University, you say? That I did my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor. And what did you enact? I did enact Iulius Caesar, I was killed i' th' Capitol: Brutus killed me. It was a bruit part of him, to kill so Capital a Calf there. Be the Players ready? I my Lord, they stay upon your patience. Come hither my good Hamlet, sit by me. No good Mother, here's Mettle more attractive. Oh ho, do you mark that? Lady, shall I lie in your Lap?
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How now my Lord, Will the King heare this peece of Worke? And the Queene too, and that preſently. Bid the Players make haſt. Will you two helpe to haſten them? We will my Lord. What hoa, Horatio? Heere ſweet Lord, at your Seruice. Horatio, thou art eene as iuſt a man As ere my Conuerſation coap'd withall. O my deere Lord. Nay, do not thinke I flatter: For what aduancement may I hope from thee, That no Reuennew haſt, but thy good ſpirits To feed & cloath thee. Why ſhold the poor be flatter'd? No, let the Candied tongue, like abſurd pompe, And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee, Where thrift may follow faining? Doſt thou heare, Since my deere Soule was Miſtris of my choyſe, And could of men diſtinguiſh, her election Hath ſeal'd thee for her ſelfe. For thou haſt bene As one in ſuffering all, that ſuffers nothing. A man that Fortunes buffets, and Rewards Hath 'tane with equall Thankes. And bleſt are thoſe, Whoſe Blood and Iudgement are ſo well co-mingled, That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger, To ſound what ſtop ſhe pleaſe. Giue me that man, That is not Paſſions Slaue, and I will weare him In my hearts Core: I, in my Heart of heart, As I do thee. Something too much of this. There is a Play to night before the King, One Scoene of it comes neere the Circumſtance Which I haue told thee, of my Fathers death. I prythee, when thou ſee'ſt that Acte a-foot, Euen with the verie Comment of my Soule Obſerue mine Vnkle: If his occulted guilt, Do not it ſelfe vnkennell in one ſpeech, It is a damned Ghoſt that we haue ſeene: And my Imaginations are as foule As Vulcans Stythe. Giue him needfull note, For I mine eyes will riuet to his Face: And after we will both our iudgements ioyne, To cenſure of his ſeeming. Well my Lord. If he ſteale ought the whil'ſt this Play is Playing, And ſcape detecting, I will pay the Theft. They are comming to the Play: I muſt be idle. Get you a place. How fares our Coſin Hamlet? Excellent Ifaith, of the Camelions diſh: I eate the Ayre promiſe-cramm'd, you cannot feed Capons ſo. I haue nothing with this anſwer Hamlet, theſe words are not mine. No, nor mine. Now my Lord, you plaid once i' th' Vniuerſity, you ſay? That I did my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor. And what did you enact? I did enact Iulius Caeſar, I was kill'd i' th' Capitol: Brutus kill'd me. It was a bruite part of him, to kill ſo Capitall a Calfe there. Be the Players ready? I my Lord, they ſtay vpon your patience. Come hither my good Hamlet, ſit by me. No good Mother, here's Mettle more attractiue. Oh ho, do you marke that? Ladie, ſhall I lye in your Lap?