Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
When thou shalt have ouerlooked this, give these Fellows some means to the King: They have Letters for him. Ere we were two days old at Sea, a Pirate of very Warlike appointment gave us Chase. Finding ourselves too slow of Sail, we put on a compelled Valour. In the Grapple, I boarded them: On the instant they got clear of our Ship, so I alone became their Prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of Mercy, but they knew what they did. I am to do a good turn for them. Let the King have the Letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death. I have words to speak in your ear, will make thee-dumbe, yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter. These good Fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosincrance and Guildensterne, hold their course for England. Of them I have much to tell thee, Farewell. Come, I will give you way for these your Letters, And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you must put me in your heart for Friend, Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, That he which hath your Noble Father slain, Pursued my life. It well appears. But tell me, Why you proceeded not against these feats, So crimefull, and so Capital in Nature, As by your Safety, Wisdom, all things else, You mainly were stirred up? O for two special Reasons, Which may to you (perhaps) seem much vnsinnowed, And yet to me they are strong. The Queen his Mother, Lives almost by his looks: and for myself, My Virtue or my Plague, be it either which, She's so coniunctive to my life and soul; That as the Star moves not but in his Sphere, I could not but by her. The other Motive, Why to a public count I might not go, Is the great love the general gender bear him, Who dipping all his Faults in their affection, Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone, Convert his Gyves to Graces. So that my Arrows Too slightly timbered for so loud a Wind, Would have reverted to my Bow again, And not where I had armed them. And so have I a Noble Father lost, A Sister driven into desperate terms, Who was (if praises may go back again) Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age For her perfections. But my revenge will come. Break not your sleeps for that, You must not think That we are made of stuff, so flat, and dull, That we can let our Beard be shook with danger, And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more, I loved your Father, and we love ourself, And that I hope will teach you to imagine— How now? What News? Letters my Lord from Hamlet. This to your Majesty: this to the Queen.
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When thou ſhalt haue ouerlook'd this, giue theſe Fellowes ſome meanes to the King: They haue Letters for him. Ere we were two dayes old at Sea, a Pyrate of very Warlicke appointment gaue vs Chace. Finding our ſelues too ſlow of Saile, we put on a compelled Valour. In the Grapple, I boorded them: On the inſtant they got cleare of our Shippe, ſo I alone became their Priſoner. They haue dealt with mee, like Theeues of Mercy, but they knew what they did. I am to doe a good turne for them. Let the King haue the Letters I haue ſent, and repaire thou to me with as much haſt as thou wouldeſt flye death. I haue words to ſpeake in your eare, will make thee-dumbe, yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter. Theſe good Fellowes will bring thee where I am. Roſincrance and Guildenſterne, hold their courſe for England. Of them I haue much to tell thee, Farewell. Come, I will giue you way for theſe your Letters, And do't the ſpeedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. Now muſt your conſcience my acquittance ſeal, And you muſt put me in your heart for Friend, Sith you haue heard, and with a knowing eare, That he which hath your Noble Father ſlaine, Purſued my life. It well appeares. But tell me, Why you proceeded not againſt theſe feates, So crimefull, and ſo Capitall in Nature, As by your Safety, Wiſedome, all things elſe, You mainly were ſtirr'd vp? O for two ſpeciall Reaſons, Which may to you (perhaps) ſeeme much vnſinnowed, And yet to me they are ſtrong. The Queen his Mother, Liues almoſt by his lookes: and for my ſelfe, My Vertue or my Plague, be it either which, She's ſo coniunctiue to my life and ſoule; That as the Starre moues not but in his Sphere, I could not but by her. The other Motiue, Why to a publike count I might not go, Is the great loue the generall gender beare him, Who dipping all his Faults in their affection, Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone, Conuert his Gyues to Graces. So that my Arrowes Too ſlightly timbred for ſo loud a Winde, Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe, And not where I had arm'd them. And ſo haue I a Noble Father loſt, A Siſter driuen into deſperate tearmes, Who was (if praiſes may go backe againe) Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age For her perfections. But my reuenge will come. Breake not your ſleepes for that, You muſt not thinke That we are made of ſtuffe, ſo flat, and dull, That we can let our Beard be ſhooke with danger, And thinke it paſtime. You ſhortly ſhall heare more, I lou'd your Father, and we loue our Selfe, And that I hope will teach you to imagine— How now? What Newes? Letters my Lord from Hamlet. This to your Maieſty: this to the Queene.