Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.76 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Go stand within: let me alone with him. I am best pleased to be from such a deed. Alas, I then have chid away my friend, He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart: Let him come back, that his compassion may Give life to yours. Come (Boy) prepare yourself. Is there no remedy? None, but to lose your eyes. O heaven: that there were but a moth in yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense: Then feeling what small things are boisterous there, Your vild intent must needs seem horrible. Is this your promise? Go too, hold your tongue Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues, Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: Let me not hold my tongue: let me not Hubert, Or Hubert, if you will cut out my tongue, So I may keep mine eyes. O spare mine eyes, Though to no use, but still to look on you. Lo, by my troth, the Instrument is cold, And would not harm me. I can heat it, Boy. No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief, Being created for comfort, to be used In undeserved extremes: See else yourself, There is no malice in this burning coal, The breath of heaven, hath blown his spirit out, And strewed repentant ashes on his head. But with my breath I can revive it Boy. And if you do, you will but make it blush, And glow with shame of your proceed, Hubert: Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes: And, like a dog that is compelled to fight, Snatch at his Master that doth car him on. All things that you should use to do me wrong Deny their office: only you do lack That mercy, which fierce fire, and Iron extends, Creatures of note for mercy, lacking uses. Well, see to live: I will not touch thine eye, For all the Treasure that thine Uncle owes, Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, Boy, With this same very Iron, to burn them out. O now you look like Hubert. All this while You were disguised. Peace: no more. Adieu, Your Uncle must not know but you are dead. I'll fill these dogged Spies with false reports: And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, That Hubert for the wealth of all the world, Will not offend thee. O heaven! I thank you Hubert. Silence, no more; go closely in with me, Much danger do I undergo for thee. here once again we sit: once against crowned And looked upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. This once again (but that your Highness pleased) Was once superfluous: you were Crowned before, And that high Royalty was ne'er plucked off: The faiths of men, ne'er stained with revolt: Fresh expectation troubled not the Land With any long'd-for-change, or better State.
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Go ſtand within: let me alone with him. I am beſt pleas'd to be from ſuch a deede. Alas, I then haue chid away my friend, He hath a ſterne looke, but a gentle heart: Let him come backe, that his compaſſion may Giue life to yours. Come (Boy) prepare your ſelfe. Is there no remedie? None, but to loſe your eyes. O heauen: that there were but a moth in yours, A graine, a duſt, a gnat, a wandering haire, Any annoyance in that precious ſenſe: Then feeling what ſmall things are boyſterous there, Your vilde intent muſt needs ſeeme horrible. Is this your promiſe? Go too, hold your toong Hubert, the vtterance of a brace of tongues, Muſt needes want pleading for a paire of eyes: Let me not hold my tongue: let me not Hubert, Or Hubert, if you will cut out my tongue, So I may keepe mine eyes. O ſpare mine eyes, Though to no vſe, but ſtill to looke on you. Loe, by my troth, the Inſtrument is cold, And would not harme me. I can heate it, Boy. No, in good ſooth: the fire is dead with griefe, Being create for comfort, to be vs'd In vndeſerued extreames: See elſe your ſelfe, There is no malice in this burning cole, The breath of heauen, hath blowne his ſpirit out, And ſtrew'd repentant aſhes on his head. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy. And if you do, you will but make it bluſh, And glow with ſhame of your proceedings, Hubert: Nay, it perchance will ſparkle in your eyes: And, like a dogge that is compell'd to fight, Snatch at his Maſter that doth carre him on. All things that you ſhould vſe to do me wrong Deny their office: onely you do lacke That mercie, which fierce fire, and Iron extends, Creatures of note for mercy, lacking vſes. Well, ſee to liue: I will not touch thine eye, For all the Treaſure that thine Vnckle owes, Yet am I ſworne, and I did purpoſe, Boy, With this ſame very Iron, to burne them out. O now you looke like Hubert. All this while You were diſguis'd. Peace: no more. Adieu, Your Vnckle muſt not know but you are dead. Ile fill theſe dogged Spies with falſe reports: And, pretty childe, ſleepe doubtleſſe, and ſecure, That Hubert for the wealth of all the world, Will not offend thee. O heauen! I thanke you Hubert. Silence, no more; go cloſely in with mee, Much danger do I vndergo for thee. Heere once againe we ſit: once againſt crown'd And look'd vpon, I hope, with chearefull eyes. This once again (but that your Highnes pleas'd) Was once ſuperfluous: you were Crown'd before, And that high Royalty was nere pluck'd off: The faiths of men, nere ſtained with reuolt: Freſh expectation troubled not the Land With any long'd-for-change, or better State.