Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.76 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Good Gentleman go your gate, let poor voke pass, and I'd have been swaggared out of my life, it would not have been so long by a fortnight, nay come not near the old man, keep out, chevore ye, or i'll try whether your coster or my battero be the harder, i'll be plain with you. Out dunghill. Ihill pick your teeth sir, come, no matter for your foins. Slave thou hast slain me, villain take my purse, If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body, And give the letters which thou findest about me To Edmund Earl of Gloster, seek him out upon The British party, o untimely death! death. I know thee well, a serviceable villain, As duteous to the vices of thy mistress, as badness would desire. What is he dead? Sat you down father, rest you let's see his pockets These letters that he speaks of may be my friends, he's dead, I am only sorrow he had no other deathsman Let us see, leave gentle wax, and manners blame us not To know our enemy's minds we'd rip their hearts, Their papers is more lawful. Let your reciprocal vows be remembered, you have many opportunities to cut him off, if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered, there is nothing done, If he return the conqueror, then am I the prisoner, and his bed my jail, from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour, your wife (so I would say) your affectionate servant and for you her own for Venture, Goneril. O Indistinguisht space of woman's wit, A plot upon her virtuous husband's life. And the exchange my brother here in the sands, Thee i'll rake up, the post unsanctified Of murderous lechers, and in the mature time, With this ungracious paper strike the sight Of the death practised Duke, for him 'tis well, That of thy death and business I can tell. The King is mad, how stiff is my vild sense, That I stand up and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows, better I were distract, So should my thoughts be fenced from my griefs, And woes by wrong imaginations lose The knowledge of themselves. Give me your hand far off me thinks I hear the beaten drum, Come father i'll bestow you with a friend. O thou good Kent how shall I live and work to match thy goodness, My life will be too short and every measure fail me. To be acknowledged madame is over paid, All my reports go with the modest truth, Nor more, nor clipped, but so. Be better suited these weeds are memories of those Worse hours, I prithee put them off. Pardon me dear madame, Yet to be known shortens my made intent, My boon I make it that you know me not, Till time and I think meet.
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Good Gentleman goe your gate, let poore voke passe, and chud haue beene swaggar'd out of my life, it would not haue beene so long by a fortnight, nay come not neare the old man, keepe out, cheuore ye, or ile trie whether your coster or my battero be the harder, ile be plaine with you. Out dunghill. Chill pick your teeth sir, come, no matter for your foyns. Slaue thou hast slaine me, villaine take my pursse, If euer thou wilt thriue, burie my bodie, And giue the letters which thou find'st about me To Edmund Earle of Gloster, seeke him out vpon The British partie, ô vntimely death! death. I know thee well, a seruiceable villaine, As dutious to the vices of thy mistres, as badnes would desire. What is he dead? Sit you down father, rest you lets see his pockets These letters that he speakes of may be my friends, Hee's dead, I am only sorrow he had no other deathsmā Let vs see, leaue gentle waxe, and manners blame vs not To know our enemies minds wee'd rip their hearts, Their papers is more lawfull. Let your reciprocall vowes bee remembred, you haue many opportunities to cut him off, if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered, there is nothing done, If he returne the conquerour, then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gayle, from the lothed warmth whereof deliuer me, and supply the place for your labour, your wife (so I would say) your affectionate seruant and for you her owne for Venter, Gonorill. O Indistinguisht space of womans wit, A plot vpon her vertuous husbands life. And the exchange my brother heere in the sands, Thee ile rake vp, the post vnsanctified Of murtherous leachers, and in the mature time, With this vngratious paper strike the sight Of the death practis'd Duke, for him tis well, That of thy death and businesse I can tell. The King is mad, how stiffe is my vild sence, That I stand vp and haue ingenious feeling Of my huge sorowes, better I were distract, So should my thoughts be fenced from my griefes, And woes by wrong imaginations loose The knowledge of themselues. Giue me your hand far off me thinks I heare the beaten drum, Come father ile bestow you with a friend. O thou good Kent how shall I liue and worke to match thy goodnes, My life will be too short and euery measure faile me. To be acknowlegd madame is ore payd, All my reports go with the modest truth, Nor more, nor clipt, but so. Be better suited these weeds are memories of those Worser howers, I prithe put them off. Pardon me deere madame, Yet to be knowne shortens my made intent, My boone I make it that you know me not, Till time and I thinke meete.