Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.76 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
As th' art a man, give me the Cup. Let go, by Heaven I'll have't. Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name, (Things standing thus unknown) shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my Story. What warlike noise is this? Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland To th' Ambassadors of England gives this warlike volley. O I die Horatio: The potent poison quite ore-crowes my spirit, I cannot live to hear the News from England, But I do prophesy th' election lights On Fortinbras, he has my dying voice, So tell him with the occurrents more and less, Which have solicited. The rest is silence. Now crack a Noble heart: Good-night sweet Prince, And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest, Why does the Drum come hither? Where is this sight? What is it ye would see; If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search. His quarry cries on havoc. Oh proud death, What feast is toward in thine eternal Cell. That thou so many Princes, at a shoot, So bloodily hast strooke. The sight is dismal, And our affairs from England come too late, The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, To tell him his commandment is fulfilled, That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead: Where should we have our thankes? Not from his mouth, Had it th' ability of life to thank you: He never gave commandment for their death. But since so jump upon this bloody question, You from the Polake wars, and you from England Are here arrived. Give order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view, And let me speak to th' yet unknowing world, How these things came about. So shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters Of death's put on by cunning, and forced cause, And in this upshot, purposes mistook, Fallen on the Inventors heads. All this can I Truly deliver. Let us haste to hear it, And call the Noblest to the Audience. For me, with sorrow, I embrace my Fortune, I have some Rites of memory in this Kingdom, Which are ro claim, my vantage doth Invite me, Of that I shall have always cause to speak, And from his mouth Whose voice will draw on more: But let this same be presently performed, Even whiles men's minds are wild, Lest more mischance On plots, and errors happen. Let four Captains Bear Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage, For he was likely, had he been put on To have proved most royally: And for his passage, The Soldiers Music, and the rites of War Speak loudly for him. Take up the body; Such a sight as this Becomes the Field, but here shows much amis. Go, bid the Soldiers shoot.
seed 43: T44 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
As th' art a man, giue me the Cup. Let go, by Heauen Ile haue't. Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name, (Things ſtanding thus vnknowne) ſhall liue behind me. If thou did'ſt euer hold me in thy heart, Abſent thee from felicitie awhile, And in this harſh world draw thy breath in paine, To tell my Storie. What warlike noyſe is this? Yong Fortinbras, with conqueſt come frō Poland To th' Ambaſſadors of England giues this warlike volly. O I dye Horatio: The potent poyſon quite ore-crowes my ſpirit, I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England, But I do propheſie th' election lights On Fortinbras, he ha's my dying voyce, So tell him with the occurrents more and leſſe, Which haue ſolicited. The reſt is ſilence. Now cracke a Noble heart: Goodnight ſweet Prince, And flights of Angels ſing thee to thy reſt, Why do's the Drumme come hither? Where is this ſight? What is it ye would ſee; If ought of woe, or wonder, ceaſe your ſearch. His quarry cries on hauocke. Oh proud death, What feaſt is toward in thine eternall Cell. That thou ſo many Princes, at a ſhoote, So bloodily haſt ſtrooke. The ſight is diſmall, And our affaires from England come too late, The eares are ſenſeleſſe that ſhould giue vs hearing, To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd, That Roſincrance and Guildenſterne are dead: Where ſhould we haue our thankes? Not from his mouth, Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you: He neuer gaue command'ment for their death. But ſince ſo iumpe vpon this bloodie queſtion, You from the Polake warres, and you from England Are heere arriued. Giue order that theſe bodies High on a ſtage be placed to the view, And let me ſpeake to th' yet vnknowing world, How theſe things came about. So ſhall you heare Of carnall, bloudie, and vnnaturall acts, Of accidentall iudgements, caſuall ſlaughters Of death's put on by cunning, and forc'd cauſe, And in this vpſhot, purpoſes miſtooke, Falne on the Inuentors heads. All this can I Truly deliuer. Let vs haſt to heare it, And call the Nobleſt to the Audience. For me, with ſorrow, I embrace my Fortune, I haue ſome Rites of memory in this Kingdome, Which are ro claime, my vantage doth Inuite me, Of that I ſhall haue alwayes cauſe to ſpeake, And from his mouth Whoſe voyce will draw on more: But let this ſame be preſently perform'd, Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde, Leſt more miſchance On plots, and errors happen. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage, For he was likely, had he beene put on To haue prou'd moſt royally: And for his paſſage, The Souldiours Muſicke, and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him. Take vp the body; Such a ſight as this Becomes the Field, but heere ſhewes much amis. Go, bid the Souldiers ſhoote.