Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Wilt please your Highness' walk? You must bear with me: Pray you now forget, and forgive, I am old and foolish. Know of the Duke if his last purpose hold, Or whether since he is advised by aught To change the course, he's full of alteration, And self reproving, bring his constant pleasure. Our Sister's man is certainly miscarried. 'Tis to be doubted Madam. Now sweet Lord, You know the goodness I intent upon you: Tell me but truly, but then speak the truth, Do you not love my Sister? In honoured Love.. But have you never found my Brother's way, To the fore-fended place? No by mine honour, Madam. I never shall endure her, dear my Lord Be not familiar with her. Fear not, she and the Duke her husband. Our very loving Sister, well bemet: Sir, this I heard, the King is come to his Daughter With others, whom the rigour of our State Forced to cry out. Why is this reasoned? Combine together 'gainst the Enemy: For these domestic and particurlar broils, Are not the question here. Let's then determine with th' ancient of war On our proceeding. Sister you'll go with us? No. 'Tis most convenient, pray go with us. Oh ho, I know the Riddle, I will go. If ere your Grace had speech with man so poor, Hear me one word. 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, And machination ceases. Fortune loves 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 farethee well, I will o'erlook thy paper. The Enemy's in view, draw up your powers, here is the guess of their true strength and Forces, By diligent discovery, but your haste Is now urged on you. We will greet the time. To both these Sisters have I sworn my love: Each jealous of the other, as the stung 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 Gonerill, And hardly shall I carry out my side, Her husband being alive. Now then, we'll use His countenance for the Battle, which being done, Let her who would be rid of him, device His speedy taking off. As for the 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 Tree For your good host: pray that the right may thrive: If ever I return to you again, I'll bring you comfort.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Wilt pleaſe your Highneſſe walke? You muſt beare with me: Pray you now forget, and forgiue, I am old and fooliſh. Know of the Duke if his laſt purpoſe hold, Or whether ſince he is aduis'd by ought To change the courſe, he's full of alteration, And ſelfe reprouing, bring his conſtant pleaſure. Our Siſters man is certainely miſcarried. 'Tis to be doubted Madam. Now ſweet Lord, You know the goodneſſe I intend vpon you: Tell me but truly, but then ſpeake the truth, Do you not loue my Siſter? In honour'd Loue. But haue you neuer found my Brothers way, To the fore-fended place? No by mine honour, Madam. I neuer ſhall endure her, deere my Lord Be not familiar with her. Feare not, ſhe and the Duke her husband. Our very louing Siſter, well be-met: Sir, this I heard, the King is come to his Daughter With others, whom the rigour of our State Forc'd to cry out. Why is this reaſond? Combine together 'gainſt the Enemie: For theſe domeſticke and particurlar broiles, Are not the queſtion heere. Let's then determine with th' ancient of warre On our proceeding. Siſter you'le go with vs? No. 'Tis moſt conuenient, pray go with vs. Oh ho, I know the Riddle, I will goe. If ere your Grace had ſpeech with man ſo poore, Heare me one word. Ile ouertake you, ſpeake. Before you fight the Battaile, 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 auouched there. If you miſcarry, Your buſineſſe of the world hath ſo an end, And machination ceaſes. Fortune loues 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 farethee well, I will o're-looke thy paper. The Enemy's in view, draw vp your powers, Heere is the gueſſe of their true ſtrength and Forces, By dilligent diſcouerie, but your haſt Is now vrg'd on you. We will greet the time. To both theſe Siſters haue I ſworne my loue: Each iealous of the other, as the ſtung Are of the Adder. Which of them ſhall I take? Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be enioy'd If both remaine aliue: To take the Widdow, Exaſperates, makes mad her Siſter Gonerill, And hardly ſhall I carry out my ſide, Her husband being aliue. Now then, wee'l vſe His countenance for the Battaile, which being done, Let her who would be rid of him, deuiſe His ſpeedy taking off. As for the mercie Which he intends 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. Heere Father, take the ſhadow of this Tree For your good hoaſt: pray that the right may thriue: If euer I returne to you againe, Ile bring you comfort.