Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
If your mind dislike any thing, obey. I will forestall their repair hither, and say you are not fit. Not a whit, we defy Augury; there's a special Providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come: if it be not to come, it will be now: if it be not now; yet it will come; the readiness is all, since no man has aught of what he leaves. What is't to leave betimes? Come Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me. Give me your pardon Sir, I've done you wrong, But pardoned as you are a Gentleman. This presence knows, And you must needs have heard how I am punished With sore distraction? What I have done That might your nature honour, and exception Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness: Was't Hamlet wronged Laertes? Never Hamlet. If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away: And when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes, Than Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it: Who does it then? His Madness? If't be so, Hamlet is of the Faction that is wronged, His madness is poor Hamlets Enemy. Sir, in this Audience, Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil, Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, That I have shot mine Arrow o'er the house, And hurt my Mother. I am satisfied in Nature, Whose motive in this case should stir me most To my Revenge. But in my terms of Honour I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement, Till by some elder Masters of known Honour, I have a voice, and precedent of peace To keep my name vngorg'd. But till that time, I do receive your offered love like love, And will not wrong it. I do embrace it freely, And will this Brother's wager frankly play. Give us the Foils: Come on. Come one for me. I'll be your foil Laertes, in mine ignorance, Your Skill shall like a Star i' th' darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed. You mock me Sir. No by this hand. Give them the Foils young Osric, Cousin Hamlet, you know the wagot. Very well my Lord, Your Grace hath laid the odds o' th' weaker side. I do not fear it, I have seen you both: But since he is bettered, we have therefore odds. This is too heavy, Let me see another. This likes me well, These Foils have all a length. I my good Lord. Set me the Stops of wine upon that Table: If Hamlet give the first, or second hit, Or quit in answer of the third exchange, Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire, The King shall drink to Hamlets better breath, And in the Cup an union shall he throw Richer than that, which four successive Kings In Denmark's Crown have worn. Give me the Cups, And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speak, The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without, The Cannons to the Heavens, the Heaven to Earth, Now the King drinks to Hamlet. Come, begin, And you the judges bear a wary eye.
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If your minde diſlike any thing, obey. I will foreſtall their repaire hither, and ſay you are not fit. Not a whit, we defie Augury; there's a ſpeciall Prouidence in the fall of a ſparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come: if it bee not to come, it will bee now: if it be not now; yet it will come; the readineſſe is all, ſince no man ha's ought of what he leaues. What is't to leaue betimes? Come Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me. Giue me your pardon Sir, I'ue done you wrong, But pardon't as you are a Gentleman. This preſence knowes, And you muſt needs haue heard how I am puniſht With ſore diſtraction? What I haue done That might your nature honour, and exception Roughly awake, I heere proclaime was madneſſe: Wast Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Neuer Hamlet. If Hamlet from himſelfe be tane away: And when he's not himſelfe, do's wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it: Who does it then? His Madneſſe? If't be ſo, Hamlet is of the Faction that is wrong'd, His madneſſe is poore Hamlets Enemy. Sir, in this Audience, Let my diſclaiming from a purpos'd euill, Free me ſo farre in your moſt generous thoughts, That I haue ſhot mine Arrow o're the houſe, And hurt my Mother. I am ſatisfied in Nature, Whoſe motiue in this caſe ſhould ſtirre me moſt To my Reuenge. But in my termes of Honor I ſtand aloofe, and will no reconcilement, Till by ſome elder Maſters of knowne Honor, I haue a voyce, and preſident of peace To keepe my name vngorg'd. But till that time, I do receiue your offer'd loue like loue, And wil not wrong it. I do embrace it freely, And will this Brothers wager frankely play. Giue vs the Foyles: Come on. Come one for me. Ile be your foile Laertes, in mine ignorance, Your Skill ſhall like a Starre i' th' darkeſt night, Sticke fiery off indeede. You mocke me Sir. No by this hand. Giue them the Foyles yong Oſricke, Couſen Hamlet, you know the wagot. Verie well my Lord, Your Grace hath laide the oddes a' th' weaker ſide. I do not feare it, I haue ſeene you both: But ſince he is better'd, we haue therefore oddes. This is too heauy, Let me ſee another. This likes me well, Theſe Foyles haue all a length. I my good Lord. Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table: If Hamlet giue the firſt, or ſecond hit, Or quit in anſwer of the third exchange, Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire, The King ſhal drinke to Hamlets better breath, And in the Cup an vnion ſhal he throw Richer then that, which foure ſucceſſiue Kings In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne. Giue me the Cups, And let the Kettle to the Trumpets ſpeake, The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without, The Cannons to the Heauens, the Heauen to Earth, Now the King drinkes to Hamlet. Come, begin, And you the Iudges beare a wary eye.