Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 481 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.
Why, what's the matter? My daughter, O my daughter. Dead? I to me: She is abused, stolen from me and corrupted, By spells and medicines, bought of mountebancks, For nature so preposterously to err, Sans witchcraft could not. Who ere he be, that in this foul proceeding Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself, And you of her, the bloody book of Law, You shall yourself, read in the bitter letter, After its own sense, though our proper son Stood in your action. Humbly I thank your Grace; Here is the man, this Moor, whom now it seems Your special mandate, for the State affairs Hath hither brought. We are very sorry for't. What in your own part can you say to this? Nothing, but this is so. Most potent, grave, and reverend Signors, My very noble and approved good masters: That I have tane away this old man's daughter, It is most true: true, I have married her, The very head and front of my offending, Hath this extent no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the set phrase of peace, For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine Moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feat of broil, and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself; yet by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnished tale deliver, Of my whole course of love, what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty Magic, (For such proceed am I charged withall,) I won his daughter. A maiden never bold of spirit, So still and quiet, that her motion Blushed at herself: and she in spite of nature, Of years, of Country, credit, every thing, To fall in love with what she feared to look on? It is a judgement maimed, and most imperfect, That will confess perfection, so would err Against all rules of Nature, and must be driven, To find out practices of cunning hell, Why this should be, I therefore vouch again, That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, Or with some dram conjured to this effect, He wrought upon her. To youth this is no proof, Without more certain and more overt test, These are thin habits, and poor likelihoods, Of modern seem, you prefer against him. But Othello speak, Did you by indirect and forced courses, Subdue and poison this young maids affections? Or came it by request, and such fair question, As soul to soul affordeth? I do beseech you, Send for the Lady to the Sagittar, And let her speak of me before her father; If you do find me foul in her report, Not only take away, but let your sentence Even fall upon my life.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why, what's the matter? My daughter, O my daughter. Dead? I to me: She is abus'd, stolne from me and corrupted, By spels and medicines, bought of mountebancks, For nature so preposterously to erre, Saunce witchcraft could not. Who ere he be, that in this foule proceeding Hath thus beguild your daughter of her selfe, And you of her, the bloody booke of Law, You shall your selfe, read in the bitter letter, After its owne sense, tho our proper sonne Stood in your action. Humbly I thanke your Grace; Here is the man, this Moore, whom now it seemes Your speciall mandate, for the State affaires Hath hither brought. We are very sorry for't. What in your owne part can you say to this? Nothing, but this is so. Most potent, graue, and reuerend Seigniors, My very noble and approoued good maisters: That I haue tae away this old mans daughter, It is most true: true, I haue married her, The very head and front of my offending, Hath this extent no more. Rude am I in my spech, And little blest with the set phrase of peace, For since these armes of mine had seuen yeares pith, Till now some nine Moones wasted, they haue vs'd Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speake, More then pertaines to feate of broyle, and battaile, And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for my selfe; yet by your gracious patience, I will a round vnuarnish'd tale deliver, Of my whole course of loue, what charmes, What coniuration, and what mighty Magicke, (For such proceedings am I charg'd ) I wonne his daughter. A maiden neuer bold of spirit, So still and quiet, that her motion Blusht at her selfe: and she in spite of nature, Of yeares, of Countrey, credit, euery thing, To fall in loue with what she fear'd to looke on? It is a iudgement maimd, and most imperfect, That will confesse perfection, so would erre Against all rules of Nature, and must be driuen, To finde out practises of cunning hell, Why this should be, I therefore vouch againe, That with some mixtures powerfull ore the blood, Or with some dram coniur'd to this effect, He wrought vpon her. To youth this is no proofe, Without more certaine and more ouert test, These are thin habits, and poore likelihoods, Of moderne seemings, you preferre against him. But Othello speake, Did you by indirect and forced courses, Subdue and poison this young maides affections? Or came it by request, and such faire question, As soule to soule affoordeth? I doe beseech you, Send for the Lady to the Sagittar, And let her speake of me before her father; If you doe finde me foule in her report, Not onely take away, but let your sentence Euen fall vpon my life.