Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
From Hamlet? Who brought them? Saylors my Lord they say, I saw them not: They were given me by Claudio, he received them. Laertes you shall hear them: Leave us. High and Mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your Kingdome. To morrow shall I begge leaue to see your Kingly Eyes. When I shall (first asking your Pardon thereunto) recount th' Occasions of my sodaine, and more strange returne. Hamlet. What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse? Or no such thing? Know you the hand? 'Tis Hamlets Character, naked and in a Postscript here he says alone: Can you advise me? I'm lost in it my Lord; but let him come, It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth; Thus didst thou. If it be so Laertes, as how should it be so: How otherwise will you be ruled by me? If so you'll not o'er rule me to a peace. To thine own peace: if he be now returned, As checking at his Voyage, and that he means No more to undertake it; I will work him To an exploit now ripe in my Device, Under the which he shall not choose but fall; And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe, But even his Mother shall uncharge the practice, And call it accident: Some two Months hence Here was a Gentleman of Normandy, I've seen myself, and served against the French, And they ran well on Horseback; but this Gallant Had witchcraft in't; he grew into his Seat, And to such wondrous doing brought his Horse, As had he been encorpsed and demy-natured With the brave Beast, so far he passed my thought, That I in forgery of shapes and tricks, Come short of what he did. A Norman was't? A Norman. Upon my life Lamound. The very same. I know him well, he is the Brooch indeed, And gem of all our Nation. He mad confession of you, And gave you such a Masterly report, For Art and exercise in your defence; And for your Rapier most especially ᵉ, That he cried out, t' would be a sight indeed, If one could match you Sir. This report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his Envy, That he could nothing do but wish and beg, Your sudden coming over to play with him; Now out of this. Why out of this, my Lord? Laertes was your Father dear to you? Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart? Why ask you this? Not that I think you did not love your Father, But that I know Love is begun by Time: And that I see in passages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of it: Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake, To show yourself your Father's son indeed, More than in words? To cut his throat i' th' Church.
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From Hamlet? Who brought them? Saylors my Lord they ſay, I ſaw them not: They were giuen me by Claudio, he receiu'd them. Laertes you ſhall heare them: Leaue vs. High and Mighty, you ſhall know I am ſet naked on your Kingdome. To morrow ſhall I begge leaue to ſee your Kingly Eyes. When I ſhall (first asking your Pardon thereunto) recount th' Occaſions of my ſodaine, and more ſtrange returne. Hamlet. What ſhould this meane? Are all the reſt come backe? Or is it ſome abuſe? Or no ſuch thing? Know you the hand? 'Tis Hamlets Character, naked and in a Poſtſcript here he ſayes alone: Can you aduiſe me? I'm loſt in it my Lord; but let him come, It warmes the very ſickneſſe in my heart, That I ſhall liue and tell him to his teeth; Thus diddeſt thou. If it be ſo Laertes, as how ſhould it be ſo: How otherwiſe will you be rul'd by me? If ſo you'l not o're rule me to a peace. To thine owne peace: if he be now return'd, As checking at his Voyage, and that he meanes No more to vndertake it; I will worke him To an exployt now ripe in my Deuice, Vnder the which he ſhall not chooſe but fall; And for his death no winde of blame ſhall breath, But euen his Mother ſhall vncharge the practice, And call it accident: Some two Monthes hence Here was a Gentleman of Normandy, I'ue ſeene my ſelfe, and ſeru'd againſt the French, And they ran well on Horſebacke; but this Gallant Had witchcraft in't; he grew into his Seat, And to ſuch wondrous doing brought his Horſe, As had he beene encorps't and demy-Natur'd With the braue Beaſt, ſo farre he paſt my thought, That I in forgery of ſhapes and trickes, Come ſhort of what he did. A Norman was't? A Norman. Vpon my life Lamound. The very ſame. I know him well, he is the Brooch indeed, And Iemme of all our Nation. Hee mad confeſſion of you, And gaue you ſuch a Maſterly report, For Art and exerciſe in your defence; And for your Rapier moſt eſpeciallye, That he cryed out, t' would be a ſight indeed, If one could match you Sir. This report of his Did Hamlet ſo envenom with his Enuy, That he could nothing doe but wiſh and begge, Your ſodaine comming ore to play with him; Now out of this. Why out of this, my Lord? Laertes was your Father deare to you? Or are you like the painting of a ſorrow, A face without a heart? Why aske you this? Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father, But that I know Loue is begun by Time: And that I ſee in paſſages of proofe, Time qualifies the ſparke and fire of it: Hamlet comes backe: what would you vndertake, To ſhow your ſelfe your Fathers ſonne indeed, More then in words? To cut his throat i' th' Church.