Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
One side will mock another, other to. If you see vengeance— Hold your hand my Lord I have served ever since I was a child But better service have I never done you, them now to bid you hold. How now you dog. If you did wear a beard upon your chin id'e shake it on this quarrel, what do you mean? My villain. Why then come on, and take the chance of anger. Give me thy sword, a peasant stand up thus. Oh I am slain my Lord, yet have you one eye left to see some mischief on him, oh! Lest it see more prevent it, out vild jelly Where is thy lustre now? All dark and comfortless, where's my son Edmund? Edmund unbridle all the sparks of nature, to quit this horrid act. Out villain, thou call'st on him that hates thee, it was he that made the overture of thy treasons to us, who is too good to pity thee. O my follies, than Edgar was abused, Kind Gods forgive me that, and prosper him. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell his way to Dover, how be't my Lord? how look you?. I have received a hurt, follow me Lady, Turn out that eyles villain, throw this slave upon The dungell Regan, I bleed apace, untimely Comes this hurt, give me your arm. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man come to good. If she live long, & in the end meet the old course of death, women will all turn monsters. Let's follow the old Earl, and get the bedlom To lead him where he would, his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing. Go thou, i'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs to apply to his bleeding face, now heaven help him. Yet better thus, and known to be contemned, Then still contemned and flattered to be worst, The lowest and most dejected thing of Fortune Stands still in experience, lives not in fear, The lamentable change is from the best, The worst returns to laughter, Who's here, my father poorlie, lead, world, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Life would not yield to age. O my good Lord, I have been your tenant, & your father's tenant this fourscore— Away, get thee away, good friend be gone, Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee they may hurt. Alack sir, you cannot see your way. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes, I stumbled when I saw, full oft 'tis seen Our means secure us, and our mere defects Prove our commodities, ah dear son Edgar, The food of thy abused father's wrath, Might I but live to see thee in my tuch, Id'e say I had eyes again. How now whos's there? O Gods, who be't can say I am at the worst, I am worse than ere I was. 'tis poor mad Tom.
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One side will mocke another, tother to. If you see vengeance— Hold your hand my Lord I haue seru'd euer since I was a child But better seruice haue I neuer done you, thē now to bid you hold. How now you dogge. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin id'e shake it on this quarrell, what doe you meane? My villaine. Why then come on, and take the chance of anger. Giue me thy sword, a pesant stand vp thus. Oh I am slaine my Lord, yet haue you one eye left to see some mischiefe on him, oh! Least it see more preuent it, out vild Ielly Where is thy luster now? All darke and comfortles, wher's my sonne Edmund? Edmund vnbridle all the sparks of nature, to quit this horred act. Out villaine, thou calst on him that hates thee, it was he that made the ouerture of thy treasons to vs, who is too good to pittie thee. O my follies, then Edgar was abus'd, Kind Gods forgiue me that, and prosper him. Goe thrust him out at gates, and let him smell his way to Douer, how ist my Lord? how looke you?. I haue receiu'd a hurt, follow me Ladie, Turne out that eyles villaine, throw this slaue vpon The dungell Regan, I bleed apace, vntimely Comes this hurt, giue me your arme. Ile neuer care what wickednes I doe, If this man come to good. If she liue long, & in the end meet the old course of death, women will all turne monsters. Lets follow the old Earle, and get the bedlom To lead him where he would, his rogish madnes Allows it selfe to any thing. Goe thou, ile fetch some flaxe and whites of egges to apply to his bleeding face, now heauen helpe him. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemnd, Then still contemn'd and flattered to be worst, The lowest and most deiected thing of Fortune Stands still in experience, liues not in feare, The lamentable change is from the best, The worst returnes to laughter, Who's here, my father poorlie, leed, world, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee, Life would not yeeld to age. O my good Lord, I haue beene your tenant, & your fathers tenant this forescore— Away, get thee away, good friend be gon, Thy comforts can doe me no good at all, Thee they may hurt. Alack sir, you cannot see your way. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes, I stumbled when I saw, full oft tis seene Our meanes secure vs, and our meare defects Proue our comodities, ah deere sonne Edgar, The food of thy abused fathers wrath, Might I but liue to see thee in my tuch, Id'e say I had eyes againe. How now whose there? O Gods, who ist can say I am at the worst, I am worse then ere I was. Tis poore mad Tom.