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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Return to her, and fifty men dismissed, No rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity of the Air, To be a Comrade with the Wolf and owl, Necessity's sharp pinch, return with her, Why the hot blood in France, that dowerles took our youngest borne, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and Squire-like pension bag, To keep base life afoot, return with her, Persuade me rather to be slave and sumter To this detested groom. At your choice sir. Now I prithee daughter do not make me mad, I will not trouble thee my child, farewell, we'll no more meet, no more see one another. But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter, Or rather a disease that lies within my flesh, Which I must needs call mine, thou art a boil, A plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my Corrupted blood, but I'll not chide thee, Let shame come when it will, I do not callit, I do not bid the thunder bearer shoot, Nor tell tails of thee to high judging Ioue, Mend when thou canst, be better at thy leisure, I can be patiented, I can stay with Regan, I and my hundred Knights. Not altogether so sir, I look not for you yet, Nor am provided for your fit welcome, Give ear sir to my sister, for those That mingle reason with your passion, Must be content to think you are old, and so, But she knows what she does. Is this well spoken now? I dare avouch it sir, what fifty followers, Is it not well, what should you need of more, Yea or so many, sith that both charge and danger Speaks 'gainst so great a number, how in a house Should many people under two commands Hold amity, 'tis hard, almost impossible. Why might not you my Lord receive attendance From those that she calls servants, or from mine? Why not my Lord? if than they chanced to slack you, We could control them, if you will come to me, For now I spy a danger, I entreat you, To bring but five and twenty, to no more Will I give place or notice. I gave you all. And in good time you gave it. Made you my guardians, my depositaries, But kept a reservation to be followed With such a number, what, must I come to you With five and twenty, Regan said you so? And speak't again my Lord, no more with me. Those wicked creatures yet do seem wel-fauored When others are more wicked, not being the worst Stands in some rank of praise, I'll go with thee, Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty, And thou art twice her love. He are me my Lord, What need you five and twenty, ten, or five, To follow in a house, where twice so many Have a command to tend you. What needs one?
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Returne to her, and fiftie men dismist, No rather I abiure all roofes, and chuse To wage against the enmitie of the Ayre, To be a Comrade with the Woolfe and owle, Necessities sharpe pinch, returne with her, Why the hot bloud in France, that dowerles Tooke our yongest borne, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and Squire-like pension bag, To keepe base life afoot, returne with her, Perswade me rather to be slaue and sumter To this detested groome. At your choise sir. Now I prithee daughter do not make me mad, I will not trouble thee my child, farewell, Wee'le no more meete, no more see one another. But yet thou art my flesh, my bloud, my daughter, Or rather a disease that lies within my flesh, Which I must needs call mine, thou art a bile, A plague sore, an imbossed carbuncle in my Corrupted bloud, but Ile not chide thee, Let shame come when it will, I doe not callit, I doe not bid the thunder bearer shoote, Nor tell tailes of thee to high Iudging Ioue, Mend when thou canst, be better at thy leasure, I can be patient, I can stay with Regan, I and my hundred Knights. Not altogether so sir, I looke not for you yet, Nor am prouided for your fit welcome, Giue eare sir to my sister, for those That mingle reason with your passion, Must be content to thinke you are old, and so, But she knowes what shee does. Is this well spoken now? I dare auouch it sir, what fiftie followers, Is it not well, what should you need of more, Yea or so many, sith that both charge and danger Speakes gainst so great a number, how in a house Should many people vnder two commands Hold amytie, tis hard, almost impossible. Why might not you my Lord receiue attendāce From those that she cals seruants, or from mine? Why not my Lord? if then they chanc'st to slacke you, We could controwle them, if you will come to me, For now I spie a danger, I intreat you, To bring but fiue and twentie, to no more Will I giue place or notice. I gaue you all. And in good time you gaue it. Made you my guardians, my depositaries, But kept a reseruation to be followed With such a number, what, must I come to you With fiue and twentie, Regan said you so? And speak't againe my Lord, no more with me. Those wicked creatures yet do seem wel-fauor'd When others are more wicked, not being the worst Stands in some ranke of prayse, Ile goe with thee, Thy fifty yet doth double fiue and twentie, And thou art twice her loue. He are me my Lord, What need you fiue and twentie, tenne, or fiue, To follow in a house, where twise so many Haue a commaund to tend you. What needes one?