Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Then poor Cord. & yet not so, since I am sure My loves more richer than my tongue. To thee and thine hereditary ever Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom, No less in space, validity, and pleasure, Then that confirmed on Goneril, but now our joy, Although the last, not least in our dear love, What can you say to win a third, more opulent Than your sisters. Nothing my Lord. How, nothing can come of nothing, speak again. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth, I love your Majesty according to my bond, nor more nor less. Go to, go to, mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Good my Lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me, I return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you, Why have my sister's husbands if they say they love you all, Happily when I shall wed, that Lord whose hand Must take my plight, shall carry half my love with him, Half my care and duty, sure I shall never Marry like my sisters, to love my father all. But goes this with thy heart? I good my Lord. So young and so untender. So young my Lord and true. Well let it be so, thy truth then be thy dower, For by the sacred radiance of the Sun, The mistress of Hecate, and the might, By all the operation of the orbs, From whom we do exist and cease to be Heere I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for ever, the barbarous Scythian, Or he that makes his generation Messes to gorge his appetite Shall be as well neighboured, pitied and relieved As thou my sometime daughter. Good my Liege. Peace Kent, come not between the Dragon & his wrath, I loved her most, and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery, hence and avoid my sight? So be my grave my peace as here I give, Her father's heart from her, call France, who stirs? Call Burgundy, Cornwell, and Albany, With my two daughters dower digest this third, Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her▪ I do invest you jointly in my power, Pre-eminence, and all the large effects That troup with Majesty, ourself by monthly course With reservation of an hundred knights, By you to be sustained, shall our abode Make with you by due turns, only we still retain The name and all the additions to a King, The sway, revenue, execution of the rest, Beloved sons be yours, which to confirm, This Coronet part betwixt you. Royal Lear, Whom I have ever honoured as my King, Loved as my Father, as my master followed, As my great patron thought on in my prayers. The bow is bend & drawn make from the shaft,
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Then poore Cord. & yet not so, since I am sure My loues more richer then my tongue. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire kingdome, No lesse in space, validity, and pleasure, Then that confirm'd on Gonorill, but now our ioy, Although the last, not least in our deere loue, What can you say to win a third, more opulent Then your sisters. Nothing my Lord. How, nothing can come of nothing, speake againe. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue my heart into my mouth, I loue your Maiestie according to my bond, nor more nor lesse. Goe to, goe to, mend your speech a little, Least it may mar your fortunes. Good my Lord, You haue begot me, bred me, loued me, I returne those duties backe as are right fit, Obey you, loue you, and most honour you, Why haue my sisters husbands if they say they loue you all, Happely when I shall wed, that Lord whose hand Must take my plight, shall cary halfe my loue with him, Halfe my care and duty, sure I shall neuer Mary like my sisters, to loue my father all. But goes this with thy heart? I good my Lord. So yong and so vntender. So yong my Lord and true. Well let it be so, thy truth then be thy dower, For by the sacred radience of the Sunne, The mistresse of Heccat, and the might, By all the operation of the orbs, From whome we doe exsist and cease to be Hecre I disclaime all my paternall care, Propinquitie and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hould thee from this for euer, the barbarous Scythyan, Or he that makes his generation Messes to gorge his appetite Shall bee as well neighbour'd, pittyed and relieued As thou my sometime daughter. Good my Liege. Peace Kent, come not between the Dragon &his wrath, I lou'd her most, and thought to set my rest On her kind nurcery, hence and auoide my sight? So be my graue my peace as here I giue, Her fathers heart from her, call France, who stirres? Call Burgundy, Cornwell, and Albany, With my two daughters dower digest this third, Let pride, which she cals plainnes, marrie her▪ I doe inuest you iointly in my powre, Preheminence, and all the large effects That troope with Maiestie, our selfe by monthly course With reseruation of an hundred knights, By you to be sustayn'd, shall our abode Make with you by due turnes, onely we still retaine The name and all the additions to a King, The sway, reuenue, execution of the rest, Beloued sonnes be yours, which to confirme, This Coronet part betwixt you. Royall Lear, Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King, Loued as my Father, as my maister followed, As my great patron thought on in my prayers. The bow is bēt & drawen make from the shaft,