Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
O the heavens, What fowl play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Both, both my Girl. By fowle-play (as thou sayst) were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither. O my heart bleeds To think o'th' teen that I have turned you to, Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther; My brother and thy uncle, called Anthonio: I pray thee mark me, that a brother should Be so perfidious: he, whom next thyself Of all the world I loved, and to him put The manage of my state, as at that time Through all the signories it was the first, And Prospero, the prime Duke, being so reputed In dignity; and for the liberal Arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study, The Government I cast upon my brother, And to my State grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies, thy false uncle (Dost thou attend me?) Sir, most heedfully. Being once perfected how to grant suits, how to deny them: who t' advance, and who To trash for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em, Or else new formed 'em; having both the key, Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i' th' state To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely Trunk, And sucked my verdure out on't: Thou attendest not? O good Sir, I do. I pray thee mark me: I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind with that, which but by being so retired Ore-prized all popular rate: in my false brother Awaked an evil nature, and my trust Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood in its contrary, as great As my trust was, which had indeed no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact. Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory To credit his own lie, he did believe He was indeed the Duke, out o' th' Substitution And executing th' outward face of Royalty With all prerogative: hence his Ambition growing: Dost thou hear? Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. To have no Schreene between this part he played, And him he played it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan, Me (poor man) my Library Was Dukedom large enough: of temporal roalties He thinks me now incapable. Confederates (so dry he was for Sway) with King of Naples To give him Annual tribute, do him homage Subject his Coronet, to his Crown and bend The Dukedom yet vnbowed (alas poor Milan) To most ignoble stooping. Oh the heavens:
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O the heauens, What fowle play had we, that we came from thence? Or bleſſed was't we did? Both, both my Girle. By fowle-play (as thou ſaiſt) were we heau'd thence, But bleſſedly holpe hither. O my heart bleedes To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance, pleaſe you, farther; My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio: I pray thee marke me, that a brother ſhould Be ſo perfidious: he, whom next thy ſelfe Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put The mannage of my ſtate, as at that time Through all the ſignories it was the firſt, And Proſpero, the prime Duke, being ſo reputed In dignity; and for the liberall Artes, Without a paralell; thoſe being all my ſtudie, The Gouernment I caſt vpon my brother, And to my State grew ſtranger, being tranſported And rapt in ſecret ſtudies, thy falſe vncle (Do'ſt thou attend me?) Sir, moſt heedefully. Being once perfected how to graunt ſuites, how to deny them: who t' aduance, and who To traſh for ouer-topping; new created The creatures that were mine, I ſay, or chang'd 'em, Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key, Of Officer, and office, ſet all hearts i' th ſtate To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck, And ſuckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'ſt not? O good Sir, I doe. I pray thee marke me: I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To cloſenes, and the bettering of my mind with that, which but by being ſo retir'd Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my falſe brother Awak'd an euill nature, and my truſt Like a good parent, did beget of him A falſehood in it's contrarie, as great As my truſt was, which had indeede no limit, A confidence ſans bound. He being thus Lorded, Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded, But what my power might els exact. Like one Who hauing into truth, by telling of it, Made ſuch a ſynner of his memorie To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue He was indeed the Duke, out o' th' Subſtitution And executing th' outward face of Roialtie With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing: Do'ſt thou heare? Your tale, Sir, would cure deafeneſſe. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid, And him he plaid it for, he needes will be Abſolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties He thinks me now incapable. Confederates (ſo drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine) To moſt ignoble ſtooping. Oh the heauens: