Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall miss Thee, but yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so. To the King's ship, invisible as thou art, There shalt thou find the Mariners asleep Under the Hatches: the Master and the Boatswain Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I prithee. I drink the air before me, and return Or ere your pulse twice beat. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful Country. Behold Sir King The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero: For more assurance that a living Prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body, And to thee, and thy Company, I bid A hearty welcome. Where thou be'st he or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, (As late I have been) I not know: thy Pulse Beats as of flesh, and blood: and since I saw thee, Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which I fear a madness held me, this must crave (And if this be at all) a most strange story. Thy Dukedom I resign, and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how should Prospero Be living and be here? First, noble Friend, Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot Be measured, or confined. Whether this be, Or be not, I'll not swear. You do yet taste Some subtleties o' th' Isle, that will not let you Believe things certain: Welcome, my friends all, But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon you And justify you Traitors: at this time I will tell no tales. The Devil speaks in him: No: For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault; all of them: and require My Dukedom of thee, which, perforce I know Thou must restore. If thou be'st Prospero Give us particulars of thy preservation, How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since Were wracked upon this shore? where I have lost (How sharp the point of this remembrance is) My dear son Ferdinand. I am woe for't, Sir. Irreparable is the loss, and patience Says, it is passed her cure. I rather think You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. You the like loss? As great to me, as late, and supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter. A daughter? Oh heavens, that they were living both in Naples The King and Queen there, that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my son lies: when did you lose your daughter?
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Why that's my dainty Ariell: I ſhall miſſe Thee, but yet thou ſhalt haue freedome: ſo, ſo, ſo. To the Kings ſhip, inuiſible as thou art, There ſhalt thou finde the Marriners aſleepe Vnder the Hatches: the Maſter and the Boat-ſwaine Being awake, enforce them to this place; And preſently, I pre'thee. I drinke the aire before me, and returne Or ere your pulſe twice beate. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits heere: ſome heauenly power guide vs Out of this fearefull Country. Behold Sir King The wronged Duke of Millaine, Proſpero: For more aſſurance that a liuing Prince Do's now ſpeake to thee, I embrace thy body, And to thee, and thy Company, I bid A hearty welcome. Where thou bee'ſt he or no, Or ſome inchanted triflle to abuſe me, (As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulſe Beats as of fleſh, and blood: and ſince I ſaw thee, Th' affliction of my minde amends, with which I feare a madneſſe held me▪ this muſt craue (And if this be at all) a moſt ſtrange ſtory. Thy Dukedome I reſigne, and doe entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how ſhold Proſpero Be liuing and be heere? Firſt, noble Frend, Let me embrace thine age, whoſe honor cannot Be meaſur'd, or confin'd. Whether this be, Or be not, I'le not ſweare. You doe yet taſte Some ſubtleties o' th' Iſle, that will not let you Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all, But you, my brace of Lords, were I ſo minded I heere could plucke his Highneſſe frowne vpon you And iuſtifie you Traitors: at this time I will tell no tales. The Diuell ſpeakes in him: No: For you (moſt wicked Sir) whom to call brother Would euen infect my mouth, I do forgiue Thy rankeſt fault; all of them: and require My Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I know Thou muſt reſtore. If thou beeſt Proſpero Giue vs particulars of thy preferuation, How thou haſt met vs heere, whom three howres ſince Were wrackt vpon this ſhore? where I haue loſt (How ſharp the point of this remembrance is) My deere ſonne Ferdinand. I am woe for't, Sir. Irreparable is the loſſe, and patience Saies, it is paſt her cure. I rather thinke You haue not ſought her helpe, of whoſe ſoft grace For the like loſſe, I haue her ſoueraigne aid, And reſt my ſelfe content. You the like loſſe? As great to me, as late, and ſupportable To make the deere loſſe, haue I meanes much weaker Then you may call to comfort you; for I Haue loſt my daughter. A daughter? Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in Nalpes The King and Queene there, that they were, I wiſh My ſelfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my ſonne lies: when did you loſe your daughter?