Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.74 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom The rank of Oziers', by the murmuring stream Left on your right hand, brings you to the place: But at this hour, the house doth keep itself, There's none within. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Then should I know you by description, Such garments, and such years: the boy is fair, Of female favour, and bestows himself Like a ripe sister: the woman low And browner than her brother: are not you The owner of the house I did inquire for? It is no boast, being asked, to say we are. Orlando doth commend him to you both, And to that youth he calls his Rosalind, He sends this bloody napkin; are you he? I am: what must we understand by this? Some of my shame, if you will know of me What man I am, and how, and why, and where This handkerchief was stained. I pray you tell it. When last the young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again Within an hour, and pacing through the Forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo what befell: he threw his eye aside, And mark what object did present itself Under an old Oak, whose bows were mossed with age And high top, bald with dry antiquity: A wretched ragged man, ore-gowne with hair Lay sleeping on his back; about his neck A green and guilded snake had wreathed itself, Who with her head, nimble in threats approached The opening of his mouth: but suddenly Seeing Orlando, it vnlinked itself, And with indented glides, did slip away Into a bush, under which bushes shade A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay cowching head on ground, with catlike watch When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing, that doth seem as dead: This seen, Orlando did approach the man, And found it was his brother, his elder brother. O I have heard him speak of that same brother, And he did render him the most unnatural That lived amongst men. And well he might so do, For well I know he was unnatural. But to Orlando: did he leave him there Food to the sucked and hungry lioness? Twice did he turn his back, and purposed so: But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, And Nature stronger than his just occasion, Made him give battle to the lioness: Who quickly fell before him, in which hurtling From miserable slumber I awaked. Are you his brother? Was't you he rescued? Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? 'Twas I: but 'tis not I: I do not shame To tell you what I was, since my conversion So sweeetly tastes, being the thing I am. But for the bloody napkin?
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Weſt of this place, down in the neighbor bottom The ranke of Oziers, by the murmuring ſtreame Left on your right hand, brings you to the place: But at this howre, the houſe doth keepe it ſelfe, There's none within. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Then ſhould I know you by deſcription, Such garments, and ſuch yeeres: the boy is faire, Of femall fauour, and beſtowes himſelfe Like a ripe ſiſter: the woman low And browner then her brother: are not you The owner of the houſe I did enquire for? It is no boaſt, being ask'd, to ſay we are. Orlando doth commend him to you both, And to that youth hee calls his Roſalind, He ſends this bloudy napkin; are you he? I am: what muſt we vnderſtand by this? Some of my ſhame, if you will know of me What man I am, and how, and why, and where This handkercher was ſtain'd. I pray you tell it. When laſt the yong Orlando parted from you, He left a promiſe to returne againe Within an houre, and pacing through the Forreſt, Chewing the food of ſweet and bitter fancie, Loe vvhat befell: he threw his eye aſide, And marke vvhat obiect did preſent it ſelfe Vnder an old Oake, whoſe bows were moſs'd with age And high top, bald with drie antiquitie: A wretched ragged man, ore-gowne with haire Lay ſleeping on his back; about his necke A greene and guilded ſnake had wreath'd it ſelfe, Who with her head, nimble in threats approach'd The opening of his mouth: but ſodainly Seeing Orlando, it vnlink'd it ſelfe, And with indented glides, did ſlip away Into a buſh, vnder which buſhes ſhade A Lyonneſſe, with vdders all drawne drie, Lay cowching head on ground, with catlike watch When that the ſleeping man ſhould ſtirre; for 'tis The royall diſpoſition of that beaſt To prey on nothing, that doth ſeeme as dead: This ſeene, Orlando did approach the man, And found it was his brother, his elder brother. O I haue heard him ſpeake of that ſame brother, And he did render him the moſt vnnaturall That liu'd amongſt men. And well he might ſo doe, For well I know he was vnnaturall. But to Orlando: did he leaue him there Food to the ſuck'd and hungry Lyonneſſe? Twice did he turne his backe, and purpos'd ſo: But kindneſſe, nobler euer then reuenge, And Nature ſtronger then his iuſt occaſion, Made him giue battell to the Lyonneſſe: Who quickly fell before him, in which hurtling From miſerable ſlumber I awaked. Are you his brother? Was't you he reſcu'd? Was't you that did ſo oft contriue to kill him? 'Twas I: but 'tis not I: I doe not ſhame To tell you what I was, ſince my conuerſion So ſweeetly taſtes, being the thing I am. But for the bloody napkin?