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 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
This feather stirs she lives, if it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt. A my good master. Prithee away? 'tis noble Kent your friend. A plague upon your murderous traitors all, I might have saved her, now she's gone for ever, Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little, ha, What be't thou sayest, her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in women, I killed the slave that was a hanging thee. 'tis true my Lords, he did. Did I not fellow? I have seen the day, With my good biting Falchion I would Have made them skip, I am old now, And these same crosses spoil me, who are you? Mine eyes are not oath best, i'll tell you strait. If Fortune bragged of two she loved or hated, One of them we behold. Are not you Kent? The same your servant Kent, where is your servant Caius, he's a good fellow, I can tell that, he'll strike and quickly too, he's dead and rotten. No my good Lord, I am the very man. I'll see that strait. That from your life of difference and decay, Have followed your sad steps. You're welcome hither. Nor no man else, als cheerless, dark and deadly, Your eldest daughters have foredoom themselves. And desperately are dead. So think I to. He knows not what he sees, and vain it is, That we present us to him. Very bootless. Edmund is dead my Lord. That's but a trifle here, you Lords and noble friends, Know our intent, what comfort to this decay may come, shall be applied: for us we will resign during the life of this old majesty, to him our absolute power, you to your rights with boot, and such addition as your honour have more then merited, all friends shall taste the wages of their virtue, and all foes the cup of their deservings, O see, see. And my poor fool is hanged, no, no life, why should a dog, a horse, a rat of life and thou no breath at all, O thou wilt come no more, never, never, never, pray you undo this button, thank you sir, O, o, o, o. He faints my Lord, my Lord. Break heart, I prithee break. Look up my Lord. Vex not his ghost, O let him pass, He hates him that would upon the wrack, Of this tough world stretch him out longer. O he is gone indeed. The wonder is, he hath endured so long, He but usurped his life. Bear them from hence, our present business Is to general woe, friends of my soul, you twain Rule in this kingdom, and the gored state sustain. I have a journey sir, shortly to go, My master calls, and I must not say no. The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say, The oldest have borne most, we that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
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This feather stirs she liues, if it be so, It is a chance which do's redeeme all sorowes That euer I haue felt. A my good maister. Prethe away? Tis noble Kent your friend. A plague vpon your murderous traytors all, I might haue saued her, now shees gone for euer, Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little, ha, What ist thou sayest, her voyce was euer soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in women, I kild the slaue that was a hanging thee. Tis true my Lords, he did. Did I not fellow? I haue seene the day, With my good biting Fauchon I would Haue made them skippe, I am old now, And these same crosses spoyle me, who are you? Mine eyes are not othe best, ile tell you straight. If Fortune bragd of two she loued or hated, One of them we behold. Are not you Kent? The same your seruant Kent, where is your seruant Caius, Hees a good fellow, I can tell that, Heele strike and quickly too, hees dead and rotten. No my good Lord, I am the very man. Ile see that straight. That from your life of difference and decay, Haue followed your sad steps. You'r welcome hither. Nor no man else, als chearles, darke and deadly, Your eldest daughters haue foredoome themselues. And desperatly are dead. So thinke I to. He knowes not what he sees, and vaine it is, That we present vs to him. Very bootlesse. Edmund is dead my Lord. Thats but a trifle heere, you Lords and noble friends, Know our intent, what comfort to this decay may come, shall be applied: for vs we wil resigne during the life of this old maiesty, to him our absolute power, you to your rights with boote, and such addition as your honor haue more then merited, all friends shall tast the wages of their vertue, and al foes the cup of their deseruings, O see, see. And my poore foole is hangd, no, no life, why should a dog, a horse, a rat of life and thou no breath at all, O thou wilt come no more, neuer, neuer, neuer, pray you vndo this button, thanke you sir, O, o, o, o. He faints my Lord, my Lord. Breake hart, I prethe breake. Look vp my Lord. Vex not his ghost, O let him passe, He hates him that would vpon the wracke, Of this tough world stretch him out longer. O he is gone indeed. The wonder is, he hath endured so long, He but vsurpt his life. Beare them from hence, our present busines Is to generall woe, friends of my soule, you twaine Rule in this kingdome, and the goard state sustaine. I haue a iourney sir, shortly to go, My maister cals, and I must not say no. The waight of this sad time we must obey, Speake what we feele, not what we ought to say, The oldest haue borne most, we that are yong, Shall neuer see so much, nor liue so long.