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 0.81 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I'll overtake you, speak. Before you fight the battle open this letter, If you have victory let the trumpet sound For him that brought it, wretched though I seem, I can produce a champion that will prove What is avouched there, if you miscarry, Your business of the world hath so an end, Fortune love you, Stay till I have read the letter. I was forbid it, when time shall serve let but the Herald cry and i'll appear again. Why far thee well, I will o'erlook the paper. The enemies in view, draw up your powers Hard is the quest of their great strength and forces By diligent discovery, but your haste is now urged on you. We will greet the time. To both these sister have I sworn my love, Each jealous of the other as the sting are of the Adder, Which of them shall I take, both one or neither, neither can be enjoyed If both remain alive, to take the widow Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril, And hardly shall I carry out my side Her husband being alive, now then we'll use His countenadce for the battle, which being done Let her that would be rid of him devise His speedy taking off, as for his mercy Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia: The battle done, and they within our power Shall never see his pardon, for my state Stands on me to defend, not to debate. Here father, take the shadow of this bush For your good host, pray that the right may thrive If ever I return to you again i'll bring you comfort. Grace go with you sir. Away old man, give me thy hand, away, King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en, Give me thy hand, come on. No farther sir, a man may rot even here. What in ill thoughts again men must endure, Their going hence, even as their coming hither, Ripeness is all come on. Some officers take them away, good guard Until their greater pleasures best be known That are to censure them. We are not the first who with best meaning have incurred The worst, for thee oppressed King am I cast down, Myself could else outfrowne false Fortune's frown, Shall we not see these daughters, and these sisters? No, no, come let's away to prison We two alone will sing like birds i'th' cage, When thou dost ask me blessing, i'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness, so we'll live And pray, and sing and tell old tales and laugh At guilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of Court news, and we'll talk with them to, Who loses, and who wins, whose in, whose out, And take upon's the mystery of things As if we were God's spies, and we'll wear out In a walled prison, packs and sects of great ones That ebb and flow byth' Moon.
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 1980–2038 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 44 of 49 in this edition
Length
490 words · 611 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.811 (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)
Ile ouertake you, speake. Before you fight the battell ope this letter, If you haue victory let the trumpet sound For him that brought it, wretched though I seeme, I can produce a champion that will proue What is auowched there, if you miscary, Your busines of the world hath so an end, Fortune loue you, Stay till I haue read the letter. I was forbid it, when time shall serue let but the Herald cry and ile appeare againe. Why fare thee well, I will ore-looke the paper. The enemies in vew, draw vp your powers Hard is the quesse of their great strength and forces By diligent discouery, but your hast is now vrg'd on you. Wee will greet the time. To both these sister haue I sworne my loue, Each iealous of the other as the sting are of the Adder, Which of them shall I take, both one or neither, neither can bee inioy'd If both remaine aliue, to take the widdow Exasperates, makes mad her sister Gonorill, And hardly shall I cary out my side Her husband being aliue, now then we'le vse His countenadce for the battaile, which being done Let her that would be rid of him deuise His speedie taking off, as for his mercy Which he entends to Lear and to Cordelia: The battaile done, and they within our power Shall neuer see his pardon, for my state Stands on me to defend, not to debate. Here father, take the shaddow of this bush For your good hoast, pray that the right may thriue If euer I returne to you againe ile bring you comfort. Grace goe with you sir. Away old man, giue me thy hand, away, King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter taine, Giue me thy hand, come on. No farther sir, a man may rot euen here. What in ill thoughts againe men must indure, Their going hence, euen as their coming hither, Ripenes is all come on. Some officers take them away, good guard Vntill their greater pleasures best be knowne That are to censure them. We are not the first who with best meaning haue incurd The worst, for thee oppressed King am I cast downe, My selfe could else outfrowne false Fortunes frowne, Shall we not see these daughters, and these sisters? No, no, come lets away to prison We two alone will sing like birds it'h cage, When thou dost aske me blessing, ile kneele downe And aske of thee forgiuenes, so weele liue And pray, and sing and tell old tales and laugh At guilded butterflies, and heare poore rogues Talke of Court newes, and weele talke with them to, Who looses, and who wins, whose in, whose out, And take vpon's the mistery of things As if we were Gods spies, and weele weare out In a wal'd prison, packs and sects of great ones That ebbe and flow bith' Moone.