Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What Beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, than you were a man: And to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given Suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the Babe that milks me, I would, while it was smiling in my Face, Have plucked my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gums, And dashed the Brains out, had I so sworn As you have done to this. If we should fail? We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail: when Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his days hard journey Sound invite him) his two Chamberlains Will I with Wine, and Wassell, so convince, That Memory, the Warder of the Brain, Shall be a Fume, and the Receipt of Reason A Lymbeck only: when in Swinish sleep, Their drenched Natures lies as in a Death, What cannot you and I perform upon Th' unguarded Duncan? What not put upon His spongy Officers? who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell. Bring forth Man-children only: For thy undaunted Mettle should compose Nothing but Males. Will it not be received, When we have marked with blood those sleepy two Of his own Chamber, and used their very Daggers, That they have done't? Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our Griefs and Clamour roar, Upon his Death? I am settled, and bend up Each corporal Agent to this terrible Feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show, False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know. How goes the Night, Boy? The Moon is down: I have not heard the Clock. And she goes down at Twelve. I take't, 'tis later, Sir. Hold, take my Sword: There's Husbandry in Heaven, Their Candles are all out: take thee that too. A heavy Summons lies like Lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep: Merciful Powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts That Nature gives way to in repose. Give me my Sword: who's there? A Friend. What Sir, not yet at rest? the King's a bed. He hath been in unusual Pleasure, And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices. This Diamond he greets your Wife withal, By the name of most kind Hostess, And shut up in measureless content. Being unprepared, Our will became the servant to defect, Which else should free have wrought. All's well. I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters: To you they have showed some truth. I think not of them: Yet when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that Business, If you would grant the time. At your kindest leisure. If you shall cleave to my consent, When 'tis, it shall make Honour for you. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep My Bosom franchised, and Allegiance clear, I shall be counselled. Good repose the while.
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What Beaſt was't then That made you breake this enterprize to me? When you durſt do it, then you were a man: And to be more then what you were, you would Be ſo much more the man. Nor time, nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They haue made themſelues, and that their fitneſſe now Do's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and know How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me, I would, while it was ſmyling in my Face, Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Boneleſſe Gummes, And daſht the Braines out, had I ſo ſworne As you haue done to this. If we ſhould faile? We faile? But ſcrew your courage to the ſticking place, And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is aſleepe, (Whereto the rather ſhall his dayes hard Iourney Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines Will I with Wine, and Waſſell, ſo conuince, That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine, Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reaſon A Lymbeck onely: when in Swiniſh ſleepe, Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death, What cannot you and I performe vpon Th' vnguarded Duncan? What not put vpon His ſpungie Officers? who ſhall beare the guilt Of our great quell. Bring forth Men-Children onely: For thy vndaunted Mettle ſhould compoſe Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd, When we haue mark'd with blood thoſe ſleepie two Of his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers, That they haue don't? Who dares receiue it other, As we ſhall make our Griefes and Clamor rore, Vpon his Death? I am ſettled, and bend vp Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat. Away, and mock the time with faireſt ſhow, Falſe Face muſt hide what the falſe Heart doth know. How goes the Night, Boy? The Moone is downe: I haue not heard the Clock. And ſhe goes downe at Twelue. I take't, 'tis later, Sir. Hold, take my Sword: There's Husbandry in Heauen, Their Candles are all out: take thee that too. A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me, And yet I would not ſleepe: Mercifull Powers, reſtraine in me the curſed thoughts That Nature giues way to in repoſe. Giue me my Sword: who's there? A Friend. What Sir, not yet at reſt? the King's a bed. He hath beene in vnuſuall Pleaſure, And ſent forth great Largeſſe to your Offices. This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall, By the name of moſt kind Hoſteſſe, And ſhut vp in meaſureleſſe content. Being vnprepar'd, Our will became the ſeruant to defect, Which elſe ſhould free haue wrought. All's well. I dreamt laſt Night of the three weyward Siſters: To you they haue ſhew'd ſome truth. I thinke not of them: Yet when we can entreat an houre to ſerue, We would ſpend it in ſome words vpon that Buſineſſe, If you would graunt the time. At your kind'ſt leyſure. If you ſhall cleaue to my conſent, When 'tis, it ſhall make Honor for you. So I loſe none, In ſeeking to augment it, but ſtill keepe My Boſome franchis'd, and Allegeance cleare, I ſhall be counſail'd. Good repoſe the while.