Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appall the Devil. O proper stuff: This is the very painting of your fear: This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts (Impostors to true fear) would well become A woman's story, at a Winter's fire Authorized by her Grandam: shame itself, Why do you make such faces? When all's done You look but on a stool. Prithee see there: Behold, look, lo, how say you: Why what care I, if thou canst nod, speak too. If Charnel houses, and our Graves must send Those that we bury, back; our Monuments Shall be the Maws of Kites. What? quite vnmanned in folly. If I stand here, I saw him. Fie for shame. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time E'er humane Statute purged the gentle Weal: I, and since too, Murders have been performed Too terrible for the ear. The times has been, That when the Brains were out, the man would dye, And there an end: But now they rise again With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is. My worthy Lord Your Noble Friends do lack you. I do forget: Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends, I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing To those that know me. Come, love and health to all, Then I'll sit down: Give me some Wine, fill full: I drink to th' general joy o' th' whole Table, And to our dear Friend Banquo, whom we miss: Would he were here: to all, and him we thirst, And all to all. Our duties, and the pledge. Avaunt, & quit my sight, let the earth hide thee: Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold: Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with. Think of this good Peers But as a thing of Custom: 'Tis no other, Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian Bear, The armed Rhinoceros, or th' Hircan Tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm Nerves Shall never tremble. Or be alive again, And dare me to the Desert with thy Sword: If trembling I inhabit then, protest me The Baby of a Girl. Hence horrible shadow, Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so, being gone I am a man again: pray you sit still. You have displaced the mirth, Broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder. Can such things be, And overcome us like a Summer's Cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I own, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural Ruby of your Cheeks, When mine is blanched with fear. What sights, my Lord?
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I, and a bold one, that dare looke on that Which might appall the Diuell. O proper ſtuffe: This is the very painting of your feare: This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you ſaid Led you to Duncan. O, theſe flawes and ſtarts (Impoſtors to true feare) would well become A womans ſtory, at a Winters fire Authoriz'd by her Grandam: ſhame it ſelfe, Why do you make ſuch faces? When all's done You looke but on a ſtoole. Prythee ſee there: Behold, looke, loe, how ſay you: Why what care I, if thou canſt nod, ſpeake too. If Charnell houſes, and our Graues muſt ſend Thoſe that we bury, backe; our Monuments Shall be the Mawes of Kytes. What? quite vnmann'd in folly. If I ſtand heere, I ſaw him. Fie for ſhame. Blood hath bene ſhed ere now, i' th' olden time Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale: I, and ſince too, Murthers haue bene perform'd Too terrible for the eare. The times has bene, That when the Braines were out, the man would dye, And there an end: But now they riſe againe With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes, And puſh vs from our ſtooles. This is more ſtrange Then ſuch a murther is. My worthy Lord Your Noble Friends do lacke you. I do forget: Do not muſe at me my moſt worthy Friends, I haue a ſtrange infirmity, which is nothing To thoſe that know me. Come, loue and health to all, Then Ile ſit downe: Giue me ſome Wine, fill full: I drinke to th' generall ioy o' th' whole Table, And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we miſſe: Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirſt, And all to all. Our duties, and the pledge. Auant, & quit my ſight, let the earth hide thee: Thy bones are marrowleſſe, thy blood is cold: Thou haſt no ſpeculation in thoſe eyes Which thou doſt glare with. Thinke of this good Peeres▪ But as a thing of Cuſtome: 'Tis no other, Onely it ſpoyles the pleaſure of the time. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Ruſſian Beare, The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hircan Tiger, Take any ſhape but that, and my firme Nerues Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe, And dare me to the Deſart with thy Sword: If trembling I inhabit then, proteſt mee The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible ſhadow, Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why ſo, being gone I am a man againe: pray you ſit ſtill. You haue diſplac'd the mirth, Broke the good meeting, with moſt admir'd diſorder. Can ſuch things be, And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd, Without our ſpeciall wonder? You make me ſtrange Euen to the diſpoſition that I owe, When now I thinke you can behold ſuch ſights, And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes, When mine is blanch'd with feare. What ſights, my Lord?