Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 519 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Canst thou blame him? His Daughters seek his death: Ah, that good Kent, He said it would be thus: poor banished man: Thou sayest the King grows mad, I'll tell thee Friend I am almost mad myself. I had a Son, Now outlawed from my blood: he sought my life But lately: very late: I loved him (Friend) No Father his Son dearer: true to tell thee, The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night's this? I do beseech your grace. O cry you mercy, Sir: Noble Philosopher, your company. Tom's a cold. In fellow there, into th' Hovel; keep thee warm. Come, let's in all. This way, my Lord. With him; I will keep still with my Philosopher. Good my Lord, soothe him: Let him take the Fellow. Take him you on. Sirrah, come on: go along with us. Come, good Athenian. No words, no words, hush. Child Rowland to the dark Tower came, His word was still, fie, foh, and summe, I smell the blood of a British man. I will have my revenge, ere I depart his house. How my Lord, I may be censured, that Nature thus gives way to Loyalty, something fears me to think of. I now perceive, it was not altogether your Brothers evil disposition made him seek his death: but a provoking merit set a-work by a reprovable badness in himself. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just? This is the Letter which he spoke of; which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. O Heavens! that this Treason were not; or not I the detector. Go with me to the Duchess. If the matter of this Paper be certain, you have mighty business in hand. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester: seek out where thy Father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension. If I find him comforting the King, it will stuff his suspicion more fully. I will persever in my course of Loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that, and my blood. I will lay trust upon thee: and thou shalt find a dear Father in my love. here is better than the open air, take it thankfully: I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can: I will not be long from you. All the power of his wits, have given way to his impatience: the Gods reward your kindness. Fraterretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darkness: pray Innocent, and beware the foul Fiend. Prithee Nunkle tell me, whether a madman be a Gentleman, or a Yeoman. A King, a King. No, he's a Yeoman, that has a Gentleman to his Son: for he's a mad Yeoman that sees his Son a Gentleman before him. To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in upon 'em. Bless thy five wits. O pity: Sir, where is the patience now That you so oft have boasted to retain? My tears begin to take his part so much, They mar my counterfeiting.
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Canſt thou blame him? His Daughters ſeeke his death: Ah, that good Kent, He ſaid it would be thus: poore baniſh'd man: Thou ſayeſt the King growes mad, Ile tell thee Friend I am almoſt mad my ſelfe. I had a Sonne, Now out-law'd from my blood: he ſought my life But lately: very late: I lou'd him (Friend) No Father his Sonne deerer: true to tell thee, The greefe hath craz'd my wits. What a night's this? I do beſeech your grace. O cry you mercy, Sir: Noble Philoſopher, your company. Tom's a cold. In fellow there, into th' Houel; keep thee warm. Come, let's in all. This way, my Lord. With him; I will keepe ſtill with my Philoſopher. Good my Lord, ſooth him: Let him take the Fellow. Take him you on. Sirra, come on: go along with vs. Come, good Athenian. No words, no words, huſh. Childe Rowland to the darke Tower came, His word was ſtill, fie, foh, and fumme, I ſmell the blood of a Brittiſh man. I will haue my reuenge, ere I depart his houſe. How my Lord, I may be cenſured, that Nature thus giues way to Loyaltie, ſomething feares mee to thinke of. I now perceiue, it was not altogether your Brothers euill diſpoſition made him ſeeke his death: but a prouoking merit ſet a-worke by a reprouable badneſſe in himſelfe. How malicious is my fortune, that I muſt repent to be iuſt? This is the Letter which hee ſpoake of; which approues him an intelligent partie to the aduantages of France. O Heauens! that this Treaſon were not; or not I the detector. Go with me to the Dutcheſſe. If the matter of this Paper be certain, you haue mighty buſineſſe in hand. True or falſe, it hath made thee Earle of Glouceſter: ſeeke out where thy Father is, that hee may bee ready for our apprehenſion. If I finde him comforting the King, it will ſtuffe his ſuſpition more fully. I will perſeuer in my courſe of Loyalty, though the conflict be ſore betweene that, and my blood. I will lay truſt vpon thee: and thou ſhalt finde a deere Father in my loue. Heere is better then the open ayre▪ take it thankfully: I will peece out the comfort with what addition I can: I will not be long from you. All the powre of his wits, haue giuen way to his impatience: the Gods reward your kindneſſe. Fraterretto cals me, and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darkneſſe: pray Innocent, and beware the foule Fiend. Prythee Nunkle tell me, whether a madman be a Gentleman, or a Yeoman. A King, a King. No, he's a Yeoman, that ha's a Gentleman to his Sonne: for hee's a mad Yeoman that ſees his Sonne a Gentleman before him. To haue a thouſand with red burning ſpits Come hizzing in vpon 'em. Bleſſe thy fiue wits. O pitty: Sir, where is the patience now That you ſo oft haue boaſted to retaine? My teares begin to take his part ſo much, They marre my counterfetting.