Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
The jewels of our father, With washed eyes Cordelia leaves you, I know you what you are, And like a sister am most loath to call your faults As they are named, use well our Father, To your professed bosoms I commit him, But yet alas stood I within his grace, I would prefer him to a better place: So farewell to you both? Prescribe not us our duties? Let your study be to content your Lord, Who hath received you at Fortune's alms, You have obedience scanted, And well are worth the worth that you have wanted. Time shall unfold what pleated cunning hides, Who covers faults, at last shame them derides: Well may you prosper. Come fair Cordelia? Sister, it is not a little I have to say, Of what most nearly appertains to us both, I think our father will hence to night. That's most certain, and with you, next month with us. You see how full of changes his age is the observation we have made of it hath not been little; he always loved our sister most, and with what poor judgement he hath now cast her off, appears too gross. 'tis the infirmity of his age, yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash, then must we look to receive from his age not alone the imperfection of long engrafted condition, but therewithal unruly waywardness, that infirm and choleric years bring with them. Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him, as this of Kent's banishment. There is further complement of leave taking between France and him, pray let's hit together, if our Father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his, will but offend us, We shall further think on't. We must do something, and i'th' heat. Thou Nature art my Goddess, to thy law my services are bound, wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom, and permit the curiosity of nations to deprive me, for that I am some twelve or 14. mooneshines lag of a brother, why bastard? wherefore base, when my dimensions are as well compact, my mind as generous, and my shape as true as honest madams issue, why brand they us with base, base bastardy? who in the lusty stealth of nature, take more composition and fierce quality, then doth within a stolen dull lied bed, go to the creating of a whole tribe of fops got tween a sleep and wake; well the legitimate Edgar, I must have your land, our Father's love is to the bastard Edmund, as to the legitimate, well my legitimate, if this letter speed, and my invention thrive, Edmund the base shall tooth'legitimate: I grow, I prosper, now Gods stand up for Bastards. Kent banished thus, and France in choler parted, and the King gone to night, subscribed his power, confined to exhibition, all this done upon the gad; Edmund how now what news? So please your Lordship, none.
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The iewels of our father, With washt eyes Cordelia leaues you, I know you what you are, And like a sister am most loath to call your faults As they are named, vse well our Father, To your professed bosoms I commit him, But yet alas stood I within his grace, I would preferre him to a better place: So farewell to you both? Prescribe not vs our duties? Let your study be to content your Lord, Who hath receaued you at Fortunes almes, You haue obedience scanted, And well are worth the worth that you haue wanted. Time shal vnfould what pleated cūning hides, Who couers faults, at last shame them derides: Well may you prosper. Come faire Cordelia? Sister, it is not a little I haue to say, Of what most neerely appertaines to vs both, I thinke our father will hence to night. Thats most certaine, and with you, next moneth with vs. You see how full of changes his age is the obseruation we haue made of it hath not bin little; hee alwaies loued our sister most, and with what poore iudgement hee hath now cast her off, appeares too grosse. Tis the infirmitie of his age, yet hee hath euer but slenderly knowne himselfe. The best and soundest of his time hath bin but rash, then must we looke to receiue from his age not alone the imperfection of long ingrafted condition, but therwithal vnruly waywardnes, that infirme and cholericke yeares bring with them. Such vnconstant starts are we like to haue from him, as this of Kents banishment. There is further complement of leaue taking betweene France and him, pray lets hit together, if our Father cary authority with such dispositions as he beares, this last surrender of his, will but offend vs, We shall further thinke on't. We must doe something, and it'h heate. Thou Nature art my Goddesse, to thy law my seruices are bound, wherefore should I stand in the plague of custome, and permit the curiositie of nations to depriue me, for that I am some twelue or 14. mooneshines lag of a brother, why bastard? wherfore base, when my dementions are as well compact, my mind as generous, and my shape as true as honest madams issue, why brand they vs with base, base bastardie? who in the lusty stealth of nature, take more composition and feirce quality, then doth within a stale dull lyed bed, goe to the creating of a whole tribe of fops got tweene a sleepe and wake; well the legitimate Edgar, I must haue your land, our Fathers loue is to the bastard Edmund, as to the legitimate, well my legitimate, if this letter speede, and my inuention thriue, Edmund the base shall tooth'legitimate: I grow, I prosper, now Gods stand vp for Bastards. Kent banisht thus, and France in choller parted, and the King gone to night, subscribd his power, confined to exhibition, all this donne vpon the gadde; Edmund how now what newes? So please your Lordship, none.