Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Go make thyself like a Nymph o' th' Sea, Be subject to no sight but thine, and mine: invisible To every eyeball else: go take this shape And hither come in't: go: hence With diligence. Awake, dear hart awake, thou hast slept well, Awake. The strangeness of your story, put Heaviness in me. Shake it off: Come on, we'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. 'Tis a villain Sir, I do not love to look on. But as 'tis We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood, and serves in Offices That profit us: What hoa: slave: Caliban: Thou Earth, thou: speak. within. There's wood enough within. Come forth I say, there's other business for thee: Come thou Tortoise, when? Fine apparition: my quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. My Lord, it shall be done. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked Dam; come forth. As wicked dew, as ere my mother brushed With Raven's feather from unwholesome Fen Drop on you both: A South-west blow on ye, And blister you all over. For this be sure, to night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up, Urchins Shall for that vast of night, that they may work All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Then Bees that made 'em. I must eat my dinner: This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first Thou stroakst me, & made much of me: wouldst give me Water with berries in't: and teach me how To name the bigger Light, and how the less That burn by day, and night: and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' Isle, The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertile, Cursed be I that did so: All the Charms Of Sycorax: Toads, Beetles, Bats light on you: For I am all the Subjects that you have, Which first was min own King: and here you sty-me In this hard Rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' th' Island. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have used thee (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodged thee In mine own Cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. Oh ho, oh ho, will't had been done: Thou didst prevent me, I had peopeled else This Isle with Calibans. Abhorred Slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill: I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not (Savage) Know thine own meaning; but wouldst gabble, like A thing most brutish. I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vild race (Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures Can not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confined into this Rock, who hadst Deserved more than a prison.
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Goe make thy ſelfe like a Nymph o' th' Sea, Be ſubiect to no ſight but thine, and mine: inuiſible To euery eye-ball elſe: goe take this ſhape And hither come in't: goe: hence With diligence. Awake, deere hart awake, thou haſt ſlept well, Awake. The ſtrangenes of your ſtory, put Heauineſſe in me. Shake it off: Come on, Wee'll viſit Caliban, my ſlaue, who neuer Yeelds vs kinde anſwere. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on. But as 'tis We cannot miſſe him: he do's make our fire, Fetch in our wood, and ſerues in Offices That profit vs: What hoa: ſlaue: Caliban: Thou Earth, thou: ſpeake. within. There's wood enough within. Come forth I ſay, there's other buſines for thee: Come thou Tortoys, when? Fine appariſion: my queint Ariel, Hearke in thine eare. My Lord, it ſhall be done. Thou poyſonous ſlaue, got by ye diuell himſelfe Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother bruſh'd With Rauens feather from vnwholeſome Fen Drop on you both: A Southweſt blow on yee, And bliſter you all ore. For this be ſure, to night thou ſhalt haue cramps, Side-ſtitches, that ſhall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins Shall for that vaſt of night, that they may worke All exerciſe on thee: thou ſhalt be pinch'd As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more ſtinging Then Bees that made 'em. I muſt eat my dinner: This Iſland's mine by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'ſt from me: when thou cam'ſt firſt Thou ſtroakſt me, & made much of me: wouldſt giue me Water with berries in't: and teach me how To name the bigger Light, and how the leſſe That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee And ſhew'd thee all the qualities o' th' Iſle, The freſh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill, Curs'd be I that did ſo: All the Charmes Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you: For I am all the Subiects that you haue, Which firſt was min owne King: and here you ſty-me In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me The reſt o' th' Iſland. Thou moſt lying ſlaue, Whom ſtripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee In mine owne Cell, till thou didſt ſeeke to violate The honor of my childe. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done: Thou didſt preuent me, I had peopel'd elſe This Iſle with Calibans. Abhorred Slaue, Which any print of goodneſſe wilt not take, Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee, Took pains to make thee ſpeak, taught thee each houre One thing or other: when thou didſt not (Sauage) Know thine owne meaning; but wouldſt gabble, like A thing moſt brutiſh. I endow'd thy purpoſes With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race (Tho thou didſt learn) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waſt thou Deſeruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadſt Deſeru'd more then a priſon.