Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
He will stay till ye come. Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine especial safety Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence With fiery Quickness. Therefore prepare thyself, The Bark is ready, and the wind at help, Th' Associates tend, and every thing at bent For England. For England? I Hamlet. Good. So is it, if thou knewest our purposes. I see a Cherube that see's him: but come, for England. Farewell dear Mother. Thy loving Father Hamlet. My Mother: Father and Mother is man and wife: man & wife is one flesh, and so my mother. Come, for England. Fellow him at foot, Tempt him with speed aboard: Delay it not, I'll have him hence to night. Away, for every thing is Sealed and done That else leans on th' Affair, pray you make haft. And England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, As my great power thereof may give thee sense, Since yet thy Cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish Sword, and thy free awe Pays homage to us; thou mayst not coldly set Our Sovereign Process, which imports at full By Letters conjuring to that effect The present death of Hamlet. Do it England, For like the Hectic in my blood he rages, And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, How ere my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. Go Captain, from me greet the Danish King, Tell him that by his licence, Fortinbras Claims the conveyance of a promised March Over his Kingdom. You know the Rendezvous: If that his Majesty would aught with us, We shall express our duty in his eye, And let him know so. I will do't, my Lord. Go safely on. I will not speak with her. She is importunate, indeed distract, her mood will needs be pitied. What would she have? She speaks much of her Father; says she hears There's tricks i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart, Spurns enviously at Straws, speaks things in doubt, That carry but half sense: Her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to Collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts, Which as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think there would be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. 'Twere good she were spoken with, For she may strew dangerous conjectures In ill breeding minds. Let her come in. To my sick soul (as sins true Nature is) Each toy seems Prologue, to some great amiss, So full of Artless jealousy is guilt, It spill's itself, in fearing to be spilt. Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark. How now Ophelia? How should I your true love know from another one? By his Cockle hat and staff, and his Sandal shoon.
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He will ſtay till ye come. Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine eſpecial ſafety Which we do tender, as we deerely greeue For that which thou haſt done, muſt ſend thee hence With fierie Quickneſſe. Therefore prepare thy ſelfe, The Barke is readie, and the winde at helpe, Th' Aſſociates tend, and euery thing at bent For England. For England? I Hamlet. Good. So is it, if thou knew'ſt our purpoſes. I ſee a Cherube that ſee's him: but come, for England. Farewell deere Mother. Thy louing Father Hamlet. My Mother: Father and Mother is man and wife: man & wife is one fleſh, and ſo my mother. Come, for England. Follow him at foote, Tempt him with ſpeed aboord: Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night. Away, for euery thing is Seal'd and done That elſe leanes on th' Affaire, pray you make haft. And England, if my loue thou holdſt at ought, As my great power thereof may giue thee ſenſe, Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red After the Daniſh Sword, and thy free awe Payes homage to vs; thou maiſt not coldly ſet Our Soueraigne Proceſſe, which imports at full By Letters coniuring to that effect The preſent death of Hamlet. Do it England, For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages, And thou muſt cure me: Till I know 'tis done, How ere my happes, my ioyes were ne're begun. Go Captaine, from me greet the Daniſh King, Tell him that by his licenſe, Fortinbras Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March Ouer his Kingdome. You know the Rendeuous: If that his Maieſty would ought with vs, We ſhall expreſſe our dutie in his eye, And let him know ſo. I will doo't, my Lord. Go ſafely on. I will not ſpeake with her. She is importunate, indeed diſtract, her moode will needs be pittied. What would ſhe haue? She ſpeakes much of her Father; ſaies ſhe heares There's trickes i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart, Spurnes enuiouſly at Strawes, ſpeakes things in doubt, That carry but halfe ſenſe: Her ſpeech is nothing, Yet the vnſhaped vſe of it doth moue The hearers to Collection; they ayme at it, And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts, Which as her winkes, and nods, and geſtures yeeld them, Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought, Though nothing ſure, yet much vnhappily. 'Twere good ſhe were ſpoken with, For ſhe may ſtrew dangerous coniectures In ill breeding minds. Let her come in. To my ſicke ſoule (as ſinnes true Nature is) Each toy ſeemes Prologue, to ſome great amiſſe, So full of Artleſſe iealouſie is guilt, It ſpill's it ſelfe, in fearing to be ſpilt. Where is the beauteous Maieſty of Denmark. How now Ophelia? How ſhould I your true loue know from another one? By his Cockle hat and ſtaffe, and his Sandal ſhoone.