Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I cannot too much muse Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Praise in departing. They vanished strangely. No matter, since They have left their Viands behind; for we have stomacks. Wilt please you taste of what is here. Not I Faith Sir, you need not fear when we were Boys Who would believe that there were Mountayneeres, Dew-lapt, like Bulls whose throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find Each butter out of five for one, will bring us Good warrant of. I will stand to, and feed, Although my last, no matter, since I feel The best is past: brother: my Lord, the Duke, Stand too, and do as we. You are three men of sin, whom destiny That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't: the never surfeited Sea, Hath caused to belch up you; and on this Island, Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men, Being most unfit to live: I have made you mad; And even with such like valour, men hang, and drown Their proper selves: you fools, I and my fellows Are ministers of Fate, the Elements Of whom your swords are tempered, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at-Stabs Kill the still closing waters, as diminish One dowl that's in my plumb: My fellow ministers Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, And will not be uplifted: But remember (For that's my business to you) that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero, Exposed unto the Sea (which hath requited it) Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed, The Powers, delaying (not forgetting) have Incensed the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures Against your peace: Thee of thy Son, Alonso They have bereft; and do pronounce by me Lingering perdition (worse than any death Can be at once) shall step, by step attend You, and your ways, whose wraths to guard you from, Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else falls Upon your heads, is nothing but hearts-sorrow, And a clear life ensuing. Bravely the figure of this Harpy, hast thou Performed (my Ariell) a grace it had devouring: Of my Instruction, hast thou nothing bated In what thou hadst to say: so with good life, And observation strange, my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done: my high charms work, And these (mine enemies) are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in my power; And in these fits, I leave them, while I visit Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drowned) And his, and mine loved darling.
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I cannot too much muſe Such ſhapes, ſuch geſture, and ſuch ſound expreſſing (Although they want the vſe of tongue) a kinde Of excellent dumbe diſcourſe. Praiſe in departing. They vaniſh'd ſtrangely. No matter, ſince They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue ſtomacks. Wilt pleaſe you taſte of what is here▪ Not I. Faith Sir, you neede not feare when wee were Boyes Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres, Dew-lapt, like Buls whoſe throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of fleſh? or that there were ſuch men Whoſe heads ſtood in their breſts? which now we finde Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vs Good warrant of. I will ſtand to, and feede, Although my laſt, no matter, ſince I feele The beſt is paſt: brother: my Lord, the Duke, Stand too, and doe as we. You are three men of ſinne, whom deſtiny That hath to inſtrument this lower world, And what is in't: the neuer ſurfeited Sea, Hath caus'd to belch vp you; and on this Iſland, Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongſt men, Being moſt vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad; And euen with ſuch like valour, men hang, and drowne Their proper ſelues: you fooles, I and my fellowes Are miniſters of Fate, the Elements Of whom your ſwords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt-at-Stabs Kill the ſtill cloſing waters, as diminiſh One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow miniſters Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt, Your ſwords are now too maſſie for your ſtrengths, And will not be vplifted: But remember (For that's my buſineſſe to you) that you three From Millaine did ſupplant good Proſpero, Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it) Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed, The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures Againſt your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alonſo They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me Lingring perdition (worſe then any death Can be at once) ſhall ſtep, by ſtep attend You, and your wayes, whoſe wraths to guard you from, Which here, in this moſt deſolate Iſle, elſe fals Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts-ſorrow, And a cleere life enſuing. Brauely the figure of this Harpie, haſt thou Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring: Of my Inſtruction, haſt thou nothing bated In what thou had'ſt to ſay: ſo with good life, And obſeruation ſtrange, my meaner miniſters Their ſeuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work, And theſe (mine enemies) are all knit vp In their diſtractions: they now are in my powre; And in theſe fits, I leaue them, while I viſit Yong Ferdinand (whom they ſuppoſe is droun'd) And his, and mine lou'd darling.