Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 524 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Alack, alack Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing; when I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own house, charged me on pain of perpetual displeasure, neither to speake of him entreat for him, or any way sustain him. Most savage and unnatural. Go too; say you nothing. There is division between the Dukes, and a worse matter than that: I have received a Letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken, I have locked the Letter in my Closet, these injuries the King now bears, will be revenged home; there is part of a Power already footed, we must incline to the King, I will look him, and privily relieve him; go you and maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceived; If he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed, if I die for it, (as no less is threatened me) the King my old Master must be relieved. There is strange things toward Edmund, pray you be careful. This Courtesy forbidden thee, shall the Duke Instantly know, and of that Letter too; This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me. That which my Father loses: no less than all, The younger rises, when the old doth fall. Here is the place my Lord, good my Lord enter, The tyranny of the open night's too rough For Nature to endure. Let me alone. Good my Lord enter here. Wilt break my heart? I had rather break mine own, Good my Lord enter. Thou thinkest 'tis much that this contentious storm Invades us to the skinso: 'tis to thee, But where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt. thou'dst shun a Bear, But if they flight lay toward the roaring Sea, thou'dst meet the Bear i' th' mouth, when the mind's free, The bodies delicate: the tempest in my mind, Doth from my senses take all feeling else, Save what beats there, Filial ingratitude, Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food too't? But I will punish home; No, I will weep no more; in such a night, To shut me out? Pour on, I will endure: In such a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill, Your old kind Father, whose frank heart gave all, O that way madness lies, let me shun that: No more of that. Good my Lord enter here. Prithee go in thyself, seek thine own ease, This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more, but I'll go in, In Boy, go first. You houselesse poverty, Nay get thee in; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. Poor naked wretches, where so ere you are That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your Houselesse heads, and unfed sides, Your loped, and windowed raggedness defend you From seasons such as these? O I have ta'en Too little care of this: Take Physic, Pomp, Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the Heavens more just.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Alacke, alacke Edmund, I like not this vnnaturall dealing; when I deſired their leaue that I might pity him, they tooke from me the vſe of mine owne houſe, charg'd me on paine of perpetuall diſpleaſure, neither to ſpeae of him entreat for him, or any way ſuſtaine him. Moſt ſauage and vnnaturall. Go too; ſay you nothing. There is diuiſion betweene the Dukes, and a worſſe matter then that: I haue receiued a Letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be ſpoken, I haue lock'd the Letter in my Cloſſet, theſe iniuries the King now beares, will be reuenged home; ther is part of a Power already footed, we muſt incline to the King, I will looke him, and priuily relieue him; goe you and maintaine talke with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceiued; If he aske for me, I am ill, and gone to bed, if I die for it, (as no leſſe is threatned me) the King my old Maſter muſt be relieued. There is ſtrange things toward Edmund, pray you be carefull. This Curteſie forbid thee, ſhall the Duke Inſtantly know, and of that Letter too; This ſeemes a faire deſeruing, and muſt draw me. That which my Father looſes: no leſſe then all, The yonger riſes, when the old doth fall. Here is the place my Lord, good my Lord enter, The tirrany of the open night's too rough For Nature to endure. Let me alone. Good my Lord enter heere. Wilt breake my heart? I had rather breake mine owne, Good my Lord enter. Thou think'ſt 'tis much that this contentious ſtorme Inuades vs to the skinſo: 'tis to thee, But where the greater malady is fixt, The leſſer is ſcarce felt. Thou'dſt ſhun a Beare, But if they flight lay toward the roaring Sea, Thou'dſt meete the Beare i' th' mouth, when the mind's free, The bodies delicate: the tempeſt in my mind, Doth from my ſences take all feeling elſe, Saue what beates there, Filliall ingratitude, Is it not as this mouth ſhould teare this hand For lifting food too't? But I will puniſh home; No, I will weepe no more; in ſuch a night, To ſhut me out? Poure on, I will endure: In ſuch a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill, Your old kind Father, whoſe franke heart gaue all, O that way madneſſe lies, let me ſhun that: No more of that. Good my Lord enter here. Prythee go in thy ſelfe, ſeeke thine owne eaſe, This tempeſt will not giue me leaue to ponder On things would hurt me more, but Ile goe in, In Boy, go firſt. You houſeleſſe pouertie, Nay get thee in; Ile pray, and then Ile ſleepe. Poore naked wretches, where ſo ere you are That bide the pelting of this pittileſſe ſtorme, How ſhall your Houſe-leſſe heads, and vnfed ſides, Your lop'd, and window'd raggedneſſe defend you From ſeaſons ſuch as theſe? O I haue tane Too little care of this: Take Phyſicke, Pompe, Expoſe thy ſelfe to feele what wretches feele, That thou maiſt ſhake the ſuperflux to them, And ſhew the Heauens more iuſt.