Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
My Language? heavens: I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. How? the best? What were't thou if the King of Naples heard thee? A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: he does hear me, And that he does, I weep: myself am Naples, Who, with mine eyes (never since at ebb) beheld The King my Father wracked. Alack, for mercy. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Milan And his brave son, being twain. The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter, could control thee If now 'twere sit to do't: At the first sight They have changed eyes: Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this. A word good Sir, I fear you have done yourself some wrong: A word. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that ere I saw: the first That ere I sighed for: pity move my father To be inclined my way. O, if a Virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The Queen of Naples. Soft sir, one word more. They are both in either's powers: But this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee That thou attend me: Thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thyself Upon this Island, as a spy, to win it From me, the Lord on't. No, as I am a man. there's nothing ill, can dwell in such a Temple, If the ill-spirit have so fair a house. Good things will strive to dwell with't. Fellow me. Speak not you for him: he's a Traitor: come, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea water shalt thou drink: thy food shall be The fresh-brooke Mussels, withered roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. No, I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power. O dear Father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for he's gentle, and not fearful. What I say, My foot my Tutor? Put thy sword up Traitor, Who makest a show, but darest not strike: thy conscience Is so possessed with guilt: Come, from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Beseech you Father. Hence: hang not on my garments. Sir have pity, I'll be his surety. Silence: One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What, An advocate for an Impostor? Hush: Thou thinkest there is no more such shapes as he, (Having seen but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench, To th' most of men, this is a Caliban, And they to him are Angels. My affections Are then most humble: I have no ambition To see a goodlier man.
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My Language? Heauens: I am the beſt of them that ſpeake this ſpeech, Were I but where 'tis ſpoken. How? the beſt? What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee? A ſingle thing, as I am now, that wonders To heare thee ſpeake of Naples: he do's heare me, And that he do's, I weepe: my ſelfe am Naples, Who, with mine eyes (neuer ſince at ebbe) beheld The King my Father wrack't. Alacke, for mercy. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine And his braue ſonne, being twaine. The Duke of Millaine And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee If now 'twere ſit to do't: At the firſt ſight They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel, Ile ſet thee free for this. A word good Sir, I feare you haue done your ſelfe ſome wrong: A word. Why ſpeakes my father ſo vngently? This Is the third man that ere I ſaw: the firſt That ere I ſigh'd for: pitty moue my father To be enclin'd my way. O, if a Virgin, And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you The Queene of Naples. Soft ſir, one word more. They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this ſwift buſines I muſt vneaſie make, leaſt too light winning Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee That thou attend me: Thou do'ſt heere vſurpe The name thou ow'ſt not, and haſt put thy ſelfe Vpon this Iſland, as a ſpy, to win it From me, the Lord on't. No, as I am a man. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in ſuch a Temple, If the ill-ſpirit haue ſo fayre a houſe. Good things will ſtriue to dwell with't. Follow me. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come, Ile manacle thy necke and feete together: Sea water ſhalt thou drinke: thy food ſhall be The freſh-brooke Muſſels, wither'd roots, and huskes Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow. No, I will reſiſt ſuch entertainment, till Mine enemy ha's more pow'r. O deere Father, Make not too raſh a triall of him, for Hee's gentle, and not fearfull. What I ſay, My foote my Tutor? Put thy ſword vp Traitor, Who mak'ſt a ſhew, but dar'ſt not ſtrike: thy conſcience Is ſo poſſeſt with guilt: Come, from thy ward, For I can heere diſarme thee with this ſticke, And make thy weapon drop. Beſeech you Father. Hence: hang not on my garments. Sir haue pity, Ile be his ſurety. Silence: One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What, An aduocate for an Impoſtor? Huſh: Thou think'ſt there is no more ſuch ſhapes as he, (Hauing ſeene but him and Caliban:) Fooliſh wench, To th' moſt of men, this is a Caliban, And they to him are Angels. My affections Are then moſt humble: I haue no ambition To ſee a goodlier man.