Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.89 · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I pray sir take patience, I have hope You less know how to value her desert, Then she to slack her duty. My curses on her. O Sir you are old, Nature on you stands on the very verge of her con-fine, You should be ruled and led by some discretion, That discerns your state better than you yourself, Therefore I pray that to our sister, you do make return, Say you have wronged her Sir? Ask her forgiveness, Do you mark how this becomes the house, Dear daughter, I confess that I am old, Age is unnecessary, on my knees I beg, That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed and food. Good sir no more, these are unsightly tricks, Return you to my sister. No Regan, She hath abated me of half my train, Looked black upon me, struck me with her tongue Most Serpentlike upon the very heart, All the stored vengeances of heaven fall on her ingratful top, Strike her young bones, you taking airs with lameness. Fie fie sir. You nimble lightnings dart your blinding flames, Into her scornful eyes, infect her beauty, You Fen sucked fogs, drawn by the powerful Sun, To fall and blast her pride. O the blessed Gods, so will you wish on me, When the rash mood— No Regan, thou shalt never have my curse, The tender hested nature shall not give the o'er To harshness, her eyes are fierce, but thine do comfort & not burn 'tis not in thee to grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, And in conclusion, to oppose the bolt Against my coming in, thou better knowest, The offices of nature, bond of childhood, Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude, Thy half of the kingdom, hast thou not forgot Wherein I thee endowed. Good sir to'th purpose. Who put my man i'th' stocks? What trumpets that? I know't my sisters, this approves her letters, That she would soon be here, is your Lady come? This is a slave, whose easy borrowed pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her a follows, Out varlet, from my sight. What means your Grace? Who struck my servant, Regan I have good hope Thou didst not know an't. Who comes here? O heavens! If you do love old men, if you sweet sway allow Obedience, if yourselves are old, make it your cause, Send down and take my part, Art not ashamed to look upon this beard? O Regan wilt thou take her by the hand? Why not by the hand sir, how have I offended? all's not offence that indiscretion finds, And dotage terms so. O sides you are too tough, Will you yet hold? how came my man i'th' stocks? I set him there sir, but his own disorders Deserved much less advancement, You, did you? I pray you father being weak seem so, If till the expiration of your month, You will return and sojourn with my sister, Dismissing halfe your train, come then to me, I am now from home, and out of that provision, Which shall be needful for your entertainment.
before the Court;Globe;Whitehall;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 623 · TCP A11978 · DEEP 517
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 791–862 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 49 in this edition
Length
525 words · 690 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.894 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I pray sir take patience, I haue hope You lesse know how to value her desert, Then she to slacke her dutie. My cursses on her. O Sir you are old, Nature on you standes on the very verge of her con-fine, You should be rul'd and led by some discretion, That discernes your state better thē you your selfe, Therfore I pray that to our sister, you do make returne, Say you haue wrong'd her Sir? Aske her forgiuenes, Doe you marke how this becomes the house, Deare daughter, I confesse that I am old, Age is vnnecessarie, on my knees I beg, That you'l vouchsafe me rayment, bed and food. Good sir no more, these are vnsightly tricks, Returne you to my sister. No Regan, She hath abated me of halfe my traine, Lookt blacke vpon me, strooke mee with her tongue Most Serpent-like vpon the very heart, All the stor'd vengeances of heauen fall on her ingratful top, Strike her yong bones, you taking ayrs with lamenes. Fie fie sir. You nimble lightnings dart your blinding flames, Into her scornfull eyes, infect her beautie, You Fen suckt fogs, drawne by the powrefull Sunne, To fall and blast her pride. O the blest Gods, so will you wish on me, When the rash mood— No Regan, thou shalt neuer haue my curse, The tēder hested nature shall not giue the or'e To harshnes, her eies are fierce, but thine do cōfort & not burne Tis not in thee to grudge my pleasures, to cut off my traine, To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, And in conclusion, to oppose the bolt Against my coming in, thou better knowest, The offices of nature, bond of child-hood, Effects of curtesie, dues of gratitude, Thy halfe of the kingdome, hast thou not forgot Wherein I thee indow'd. Good sir too'th purpose. Who put my man i'th stockes? What trumpets that? I know't my sisters, this approues her letters, That she would soone be here, is your Lady come? This is a slaue, whose easie borrowed pride Dwels in the fickle grace of her a followes, Out varlet, from my sight. What meanes your Grace? Who struck my seruant, Regan I haue good hope Thou didst not know ant. Who comes here? O heauens! If you doe loue old men, if you sweet sway alow Obedience, if your selues are old, make it your cause, Send downe and take my part, Art not asham'd to looke vpon this beard? O Regan wilt thou take her by the hand? Why not by the hand sir, how haue I offended? Als not offence that indiscretion finds, And dotage tearmes so. O sides you are too tough, Will you yet hold? how came my man it'h stockes? I set him there sir, but his owne disorders Deseru'd much lesse aduancement, You, did you? I pray you father being weake seeme so, If till the expiration of your moneth, You will returne and soiorne with my sister, Dismissing halfe your traine, come then to me, I am now from home, and out of that prouision, Which shall be needful for your entertainment.