Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
A Contract of eternal bond of love, Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthened by enterchangement of your rings, And all the Ceremony of this compact Sealed in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave I have travailed but two hours. O thou dissembling Cub: what wilt thou be When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow: Farewell, and take her, but direct thy feet, Where thou, and I (henceforth) may never meet. My Lord, I do protest. O do not swear, Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. For the love of God a Surgeon, send one presently to sir Toby. What's the matter? H'as broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody Coxcomb too: for the love of God your help, I had rather than forty pound I were at home. Who has done this sir Andrew? The Count's Gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a Coward, but he's the very devil incarnate. My Gentleman Cesario? Odd's lifelings here he is: you broke my head for nothing, and that that I did, I was set on to do't by sir Toby. Why do you speak to me, I never hurt you: you drew your sword upon me without cause, But I bespoke you fair, and hurt you not. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody Coxcomb. here comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you other gates than he did. How now Gentleman? how is't with you? That's all one, has hurt me, and there's th' end on't: Sot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot? O he's drunk sir Toby an hour agone: his eyes were set at eight i' th' morning. Then he's a Rogue, and a passy measures panyn: I hate a drunken rogue. Away with him? Who hath made this havoc with them? I'll help you sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. Will you help an Ass-head, and a coxcomb, & a knave: a thin faced knave, a gull? Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked too. I am sorry Madam I have hurt your kinsman: But had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less with wit and safety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that I do perceive it hath offended you: Pardon me (sweet one) even for the vows We made each other, but so late ago. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natural Perspective, that is, and is not. Anthonio: O my dear Anthonio, How have the hours racked, and tortured me, Since I have lost thee?
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A Contract of eternall bond of loue, Confirm'd by mutuall ioynder of your hands, Atteſted by the holy cloſe of lippes, Strengthned by enterchangement of your rings, And all the Ceremonie of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my teſtimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my graue I haue trauail'd but two houres. O thou diſſembling Cub: what wilt thou be When time hath ſow'd a grizzle on thy caſe? Or will not elſe thy craft ſo quickely grow, That thine owne trip ſhall be thine ouerthrow: Farewell, and take her, but direct thy feete, Where thou, and I (henceforth) may neuer meet. My Lord, I do proteſt. O do not ſweare, Hold little faith, though thou haſt too much feare. For the loue of God a Surgeon, ſend one preſently to ſir Toby. What's the matter? H'as broke my head a-croſſe, and has giuen Sir Toby a bloody Coxcombe too: for the loue of God your helpe, I had rather then forty pound I were at home. Who has done this ſir Andrew? The Counts Gentleman, one Ceſario: we tooke him for a Coward, but hee's the verie diuell incardinate. My Gentleman Ceſario? Odd's lifelings heere he is: you broke my head for nothing, and that that I did, I was ſet on to do't by ſir Toby. Why do you ſpeake to me, I neuer hurt you: you drew your ſword vpon me without cauſe, But I beſpake you faire, and hurt you not. If a bloody coxcombe be a hurt, you haue hurt me: I thinke you ſet nothing by a bloody Coxecombe. Heere comes ſir Toby halting, you ſhall heare more: but if he had not beene in drinke, hee would haue tickel'd you other gates then he did. How now Gentleman? how iſt with you? That's all one, has hurt me, and there's th' end on't: Sot, didſt ſee Dicke Surgeon, ſot? O he's drunke ſir Toby an houre agone: his eyes were ſet at eight i' th morning. Then he's a Rogue, and a paſſy meaſures panyn: I hate a drunken rogue. Away with him? Who hath made this hauocke with them? Ile helpe you ſir Toby, becauſe we'll be dreſt together. Will you helpe an Aſſe-head, and a coxcombe, & a knaue: a thin fac'd knaue, a gull? Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd too. I am ſorry Madam I haue hurt your kinſman: But had it beene the brother of my blood, I muſt haue done no leſſe with wit and ſafety. You throw a ſtrange regard vpon me, and by that I do perceiue it hath offended you: Pardon me (ſweet one) euen for the vowes We made each other, but ſo late ago. One face, one voice, one habit, and two perſons, A naturall Perſpectiue, that is, and is not. Anthonio: O my deere Anthonio, How haue the houres rack'd, and tortur'd me, Since I haue loſt thee?