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 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Think you so? If your honour judge it meet, I will place you where you shall hear us confer of this, and by an aurigular assurance have your satisfaction, and that without any further delay than this very evening. He cannot be such a monster. Nor is not sure. To his father, that so tenderly and entirely loves him, heaven and earth! Edmund seek him out, wind me into him, I pray you frame your business after your own wisdom, I would unstate myself to be in a due resolution. I shall seek him sir presently, convey the business as I shall see means, and acquaint you withal. These late eclipses in the Sun and Moon portend no good to us, though the wisdom of nature can reason thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects, love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide, in cities mutinies, in Country's discords, Palaces treason, the bond cracked between son and father; find out this villain Edmund, it shall lose thee nothing, do it carefully, and the noble and true hearted Kent banished, his offence honest, strange strange! This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in Fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters, the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars, as if we were Villains by necessity, Fools by heavenly compulsion, Knaves, thieves, and Trecherers by spiritual predominance, Drunkards, Liars and Adulterers by an enforced obedience of planitary influence, and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on, an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of Stars: my Father compounded with my Mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Vrsa maior, so that it follows, I am rough and lecherous, Fut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenlest star of the Firmament twinkled on my bastardy Edgar; and out he comes like the Catastrophe of the old Comedy, mine is villainous melancholy, with a sith like them of Bedlam; O these eclipses do portend these divisions. How now brother Edmund, what serious contemplation are you in? I am thinking brother of a prediction I read this other day, what should follow these Eclipses. Do you busy yourself about that? I promise you the effects he writ of, succeed unhappily, as of unnaturalness between the child and the parent, death, dearth, dissolutions of ancient amities, divisions in state, menaces and maledictions against King and nobles, needles diffidences, banishment of friends, dissipation of Cohorts, nuptial breaches, and I know not what. How long have you been a sectary Astronomical? Come, come, when saw you my father last? Why, the night gone by. Spoke you with him? Two hours together. Parted you in good terms? found you no displeasure in him by word or countenance? None at all.
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Thinke you so? If your honour iudge it meete, I will place you where you shall heare vs conferre of this, and by an aurigular assurance haue your satisfaction, and that without any further delay then this very euening. He cannot be such a monster. Nor is not sure. To his father, that so tenderly and intirely loues him, heauen and earth! Edmund seeke him out, wind mee into him, I pray you frame your busines after your own wisedome, I would vnstate my selfe to be in a due resolution. I shall seeke him sir presently, conuey the businesse as I shall see meanes, and acquaint you withall. These late eclipses in the Sunne and Moone portend no good to vs, though the wisedome of nature can reason thus and thus, yet nature finds it selfe scourg'd by the sequent effects, loue cooles, friendship fals off, brothers diuide, in Citties mutinies, in Countries discords, Pallaces treason, the bond crackt betweene sonne and father; find out this villaine Edmund, it shal loose thee nothing, doe it carefully, and the noble and true harted Kent banisht, his offence honest, strange strange! This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sicke in Fortune, often the surfeit of our owne behauiour, we make guiltie of our disasters, the Sunne, the Moone, and the Starres, as if we were Villaines by necessitie, Fooles by heauenly compulsion, Knaues, Theeues, and Trecherers by spirituall predominance, Drunkards, Lyars and Adulterers by an enforst obedience of planitary influence, and all that wee are euill in, by a diuine thrusting on, an admirable euasion of whoremaster man, to lay his gotish disposition to the charge of Starres: my Father compounded with my Mother vnder the Dragons taile, and my natiuitie was vnder Vrsa maior, so that it followes, I am rough and lecherous, Fut, I should haue beene that I am, had the maidenlest starre of the Firmament twinckled on my bastardy Edgar; and out hee comes like the Catastrophe of the old Comedy, mine is villanous melancholy, with a sith like them of Bedlam; O these eclipses doe portend these diuisions. How now brother Edmund, what serious contemplation are you in? I am thinking brother of a prediction I read this other day, what should follow these Eclipses. Doe you busie your selfe about that? I promise you the effects he writ of, succeed vnhappily, as of vnnaturalnesse betweene the child and the parent, death, dearth, dissolutions of ancient amities, diuisions in state, menaces and maledictions against King and nobles, needles diffidences, banishment of friēds, dissipation of Cohorts, nuptial breaches, and I know not what. How long haue you beene a sectary Astronomicall? Come, come, when saw you my father last? Why, the night gon by. Spake you with him? Two houres together. Parted you in good tearmes? found you no displeasure in him by word or countenance? None at all.