Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
There if I grow, The Harvest is your own. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Sons, Kinsmen, Thanes, And you whose places are the nearest, know, We will establish our Estate upon Our eldest, Malcolme, whom we name hereafter, The Prince of Cumberland: which Honour must Not unaccompanied, invest him only, But signs of Nobleness, like Stars, shall shine On all deservers. From hence to Envernes, And bind us further to you. The Rest is Labour, which is not used for you: I'll be myself the Herbenger, and make joyful The hearing of my Wife, with your approach: So humbly take my leave. My worthy Cawdor. The Prince of Cumberland: that is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o're-leape, For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires, Let not Light see my black and deep desires: The Eye wink at the Hand; yet let that be, Which the Eye fears, when it is done to see. True, worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant, And in his commendations, I am fed: It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him, Whose care is gone before, to bid us welcome: It is a peerless Kinsman. They met me in the day of success: and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them, then mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves Air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missives from the King, who all-hailed me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with hail King that shalt be. This have I thought good to deliver thee (my dearest Partner of Greatness) that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant of what Greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy Nature, It is too full o' th' Milk of humane kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without Ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily: wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. thou'dst have, great Glamys that which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Then wishest should be undone. High thee hither, That I may pour my Spirits in thine Ear, And chastise with the valour of my Tongue All that impeides thee from the Golden Round, Which Fate and Metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crowned withal. What is your tidings? The King comes here to Night.
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There if I grow, The Harueſt is your owne. My plenteous Ioyes, Wanton in fulneſſe, ſeeke to hide themſelues In drops of ſorrow. Sonnes, Kinſmen, Thanes, And you whoſe places are the neareſt, know, We will eſtabliſh our Eſtate vpon Our eldeſt, Malcolme, whom we name hereafter, The Prince of Cumberland: which Honor muſt Not vnaccompanied, inueſt him onely, But ſignes of Nobleneſſe, like Starres, ſhall ſhine On all deſeruers▪ From hence to Envernes, And binde vs further to you. The Reſt is Labor, which is not vs'd for you: Ile be my ſelfe the Herbenger, and make ioyfull The hearing of my Wife, with your approach: So humbly take my leaue. My worthy Cawdor. The Prince of Cumberland: that is a ſtep, On which I muſt fall downe, or elſe o're-leape, For in my way it lyes. Starres hide your fires, Let not Light ſee my black and deepe deſires: The Eye winke at the Hand; yet let that bee, Which the Eye feares, when it is done to ſee. True, worthy Banquo: he is full ſo valiant, And in his commendations, I am fed: It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him, Whoſe care is gone before, to bid vs welcome: It is a peereleſſe Kinſman. They met me in the day of ſucceſſe: and I haue learn'd by the perfect'ſt report, they haue more in them, then mortall knowledge. When I burnt in deſire to queſtion them further▪ they made themſelues Ayre, into which they vaniſh'd. Whiles I ſtood rapt in the wonder of it, came Miſſiues from the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title before, theſe weyward Siſters ſaluted me, and referrd me to the comming on of time, with haile King that ſhalt be. This haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my deareſt Partner of Greatneſſe) that thou might'st not looſe the dues of reioycing by being ignorant of what Greatneſſe is promis'd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and ſhalt be What thou art promis'd: yet doe I feare thy Nature, It is too full o' th' Milke of humane kindneſſe, To catch the neereſt way. Thou would'ſt be great, Art not without Ambition, but without The illneſſe ſhould attend it. What thou would'ſt highly, That would'ſt thou holily: would'ſt not play falſe, And yet would'ſt wrongly winne. Thould'ſt haue, great Glamys that which cryes, Thus thou muſt doe, if thou haue it; And that which rather thou do'ſt feare to doe, Then wiſheſt ſhould be vndone. High thee hither, That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare, And chaſtiſe with the valour of my Tongue All that impeides thee from the Golden Round, Which Fate and Metaphyſicall ayde doth ſeeme To haue thee crown'd withall. What is your tidings? The King comes here to Night.