THE MARLOWE SHAKESPEARE LITERARY PARALLEL

1 THE MARLOWE-SHAKESPEARE LITERARY PARALLELS Neil Maizels 38 Urquhart Street, Hawthorn, 3122 Australia neil.maizels@bigpond.com PREFACE This collection of Marlowe/Shakespeare “parallels” cannot be for everyone It cannot be for those who firmly hold to the view that it does not matter who Shakespeare was, because the only thing that matters is the work itself This book agrees with the idea that it is the works themselves which are most important, but also concludes that curiosity about the mind or minds which composed such works is inevitable and important Important because the creativity and adventurousness shown in these works is without equal in the whole known human canon This book cannot be for the “Oxfordians” or “Baconians” or “de Vere-ites”, whose claims not include a thorough literary analysis as the groundwork for their claims The contention of this book is that a moderately thorough analysis of the relationship of Marlowe’s works to Shakespeare’s reveals similarities far beyond those detected already in some close ‘parallels’outlined by Calvin Hoffman, in the 1950s Hoffman, and some who followed his lead, were able to find several parallelisms, where Shakespeare seemed to ‘lift’ whole sentences or phrases from Marlowe, and suggested this as the ultimate proof that Marlowe was the author of Shakespeare’s works However, in my experience, this has led to two lots of skepticism The first, from the “Stratfordians”, is that Shakespeare might well have quoted from or saluted Marlowe, but that this does not prove that Shakespeare was Marlowe The second, very similar doubt, is held by “Marlovians”, who would like to be swayed by the weight of the parallelisms, but who find, as yet, an insufficient mass of data to ‘win the case’ Many of these have hoped that ‘someone’ would a more thorough literary analysis of the two authors’ works and come up with something more conclusive – something that could show that Shakespeare was far more than ‘influenced’ by Marlowe – that he was Marlowe Hoffman and Farey have noted studies which demonstrate an amazing correspondence of word frequency patterns between Shakespeare and Marlowe, but this data is hard to be convinced by, beyond noticing the argument for the similarity of patterns The work here is for those who are waiting for a more compelling argument for the identity of authorship, which is based on the unity of imagery, literary style, and imaginative thinking and ideas, between Marlowe and Shakespeare It will be shown, through a multitude of examples, that the idea of Shakespeare merely having been influenced by Marlowe, no longer holds true That such a gifted poetic genius would need, or even dare, to turn to Marlowe again and again and again is extremely improbable Even pride alone would put a limit to the number of liftings and obvious influences from a rival writer The other argument - that the style and subject matter of the two writers is vastly different - and that all literary authorities would agree on this, is highly questionable Firstly, if we allow for development as an important factor for any genius, then it could easily be argued that Marlowe’s works are to be seen as early Shakespeare Secondly, the usual argument is that Marlowe’s characters are cardboard cutouts of super heroes, and nothing like the fully three-dimensional ‘solid’ characterizations of Shakespeare A close reading of both authors reveals that both were capable of a depth of characterization, but that in Marlowe this is often more sporadic It is also true that some of Shakespeare’s characters are more stereotypical than fully fleshed, witness Malvolio The only way to get any real depth into the argument is through the arduous work of collecting examples, one by one, of the literary connectedness of Shakespeare and Marlowe, and then to seek a similar interconnectedness, if any were to exist, between Shakespeare and other authors of the time This collection accomplishes such a task, but far from being an arduous task, it became an adventure I began to see patterns in both Marlowe and Shakespeare that would never have occurred to me, and gave me a unique perspective in the understanding of various word chains, associations and images both within and between the two authors I can only hope that the reader will experience some of the thrill that I did as I saw the screen light up with threads of interconnection, and the literary case swelled into a gestalt of myriad associations and crossreferencing One final foreword I anticipate some protest at the sheer numbers of links that are provided in this book, and I should make it clear here that I was always (and still am) very concerned that I may have fallen prey to what the psychoanalyst Donald Meltzer calls “ the delusion of clarity of insight ” It is so easy to become obsessed with the thrill of the chase, and carried away with an explorer’s ambition, that one could very easily see and conclude much more than the data actually shows or proves The only way that I could satisfy myself, beyond a reasonable doubt, that the two authors were one was to bring in the weight of numbers Having said that - I want to make it clear that my study is by no means exhaustive I stopped for air because I had to, in order to lead a reasonable life But I have no doubt that many more examples exist than are used here There are many more riches in the mine than can be carried out by one mind alone I can only hope that the reader will either be convinced of my case, or will be moved by enough doubt and curiosity to make their own Each set of examples is headed by the Marlowe quote and then followed by the Shakespeare quotes MP V, iv, 4-5 DUMAINE: Sweet Duke of Guise, our prop to lean upon, Now thou art dead, here is no stay for us Hen 6.3 II, I, 73 EDWARD Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon, Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay O Clifford, boist'rous Clifford, thou hast slain The flow'r of Europe for his chivalry; And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him, For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee Now my soul's palace is become a prison Dido II, I, 247 At last the soldiers pull’d her by the heels, And swung her howling in the empty air, Which sent an echo to the wounded king; Hen.6.1… V, ii WARWICK Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls; And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum And dead men's cries fill the empty air, LUCAN’S FIRST BOOK l.14 O what a world of land and sea might they have won whom civil broils have slain! Hath not made me…to spend the treasure, that should strength my land, in civil broils between Navarre and me? MP, V, 2, 117 And MP, IV, 2, 33 Hen 6.2, IV, viii, 40 Were’t not a shame that whilst you live at jar The fearful French, whom you late vanquished, Should make a start o’er seas and vanquish you? Methinks already in this civil broil I see them lording it in London streets, Hen6.pt.1 1, 65 Posterity, await for wretched years When at their mothers’ moist’ned eyes babes shall suck, Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears, And none but women left to wail the dead Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils, Combat with adverse planets in the heavens Hen4.1 I, i, 25 Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenc’d in stronds afar remote No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children’s blood No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor Bruise her flow’rets with the armed hoofs Of hostile paces Those opposed eyes Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, All of one nature, of one substance bred, Did lately meet in the intestine shock And furious close of civil butchery, Shall now in mutual well-beseeming ranks Dido I,i, 75 Whenas the waves threat our crystal world… Venus line 750} Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips, and crystal eyne, Whose full perfection all the world amazes; But having thee at vantage- wondrous dread!Would root these beauties as he roots the mead RJ I, ii, 105 Rom When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who, often drown’d, could never die, One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun Ben Tut! You saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois’d with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d Faustus V, ii, 131 This ever-burning chair Is for oér-tortured souls to rest them in LLL I, I, 263 Thy law’s fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty, BEROWNE This is not so well as I look’d for, but the best that ever I heard AC MARCUS Now let hot Aetna cool in Sicily, And be my heart an ever-burning hell! Othello II, I, 18,19 The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane, Seems to cast water on the burning bear, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole I never did like molestation view On the enchafed flood MM I,iii To give me secret harbour hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth FRIAR May your Grace speak of it? DUKE My holy sir, none better knows than you How I have ever lov’d the life removed, Hen V II, I, 121 HOSTESS As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John Ah, poor heart! He is so shak’d of a burning quotidian tertian that it is most lamentable to behold Sweet men, come to him Hamlet V, I, 299 Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou’lt mouth, I’ll rant as well as thou Queen This is mere madness; And thus a while the fit will work on him Anon, as patient as the female dove When that her golden couplets are disclos’d, His silence will sit drooping Ham Hear you, sir! What is the reason that you use me thus? I lov’d you ever But it is no matter Massacre at Paris I, ii, GUISE: …If ever sun stain’d heaven with bloody clouds, … Henry5 III, iii, 40 Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace O’erblows the filthy and contagious clouds Of heady murder, spoil, and villainy If not- why, in a moment look to see The blind and bloody with foul hand Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters; Your fathers taken by the silver beards, And their most reverend heads dash’d to the walls; Your naked infants spitted upon pikes, Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus’d Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry At Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen Richard II III, iii, 120 Yet know-my master, God omnipotent, Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike Your children yet unborn and unbegot, That lift your vassal hands against my head And threat the glory of my precious crown Tell Bolingbroke, for yon methinks he stands, That every stride he makes upon my land Is dangerous treason; he is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war; But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers’ sons Shall ill become the flower of England’s face, Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace To scarlet indignation, and bedew Her pastures’ grass with faithful English blood Ovid’s Elegies Elegia V, 51 Her from his swift waves the bold flood perceived, … Coriolanus {ACT_4|SC_5 ^line 160 Like a bold flood o’erbeat O, come, go in, And take our friendly senators by th’ hands, Dido IV, ii, 56 Anna: I’ll follow thee with outcries ne’ertheless And strew thy walks with my dishevell’d hair Venus 319 Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green, Or, like a nymph, with long dishevelled hair, Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen Line 320 Rape line 1290 Make thy sad grove in my dishevelled hair As the dank earth weeps at thy languishment, So I at each sad strain will strain a tear, Faustus.IV,i, 55 Kind clouds, that sent forth such a courteous storm… RJ {ACT_3|SC_2 ^line 80} Nurse O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! Honest gentleman That ever I should live to see thee dead! Jul What storm is this that blows so contrary? I Dido, IV, iii, 25 Dido casts her eyes like anchors out to stay my fleet from losing forth the bay:… Cleopatra I, v, 40 Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow; There would he anchor his aspect and die With looking on his life HEN 6.3 V, iv QUEEN MARGARET Great lords, wise men ne’er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms What though the mast be now blown overboard, The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost, And half our sailors swallow’d in the flood; Yet lives our pilot still Is’t meet that he Should leave the helm and, like a fearful lad, With tearful eyes add water to the sea And give more strength to that which hath too much; Merry Wives NYM The anchor is deep; will that humour pass? FALSTAFF Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her husband’s purse; he hath a legion of angels PISTOL As many devils entertain; and ‘To her, boy,’ say I NYM The humour rises; it is good; humour me the angels FALSTAFF I have writ me here a letter to her; and here another to Page’s wife, who even now gave me good eyes MP V, ,ii,,.25 and here disgorge thy breast, surcharged with surfeit of ambitious thoughts Rich II I, iii, 148 Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, With rival-hating envy, set on you To wake our peace, which in our country’s cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; Hen6.2 I, ii, 20 GLOUCESTER O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts! Dido V, I, 235 he, whose heart of adamant or flint, my tears nor plaints could mollify a whit - … Hen6.1 I, iv, 60 That they suppos’d I could rend bars of steel And spurn in pieces posts of adamant; Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had That walk’d about me every minute-while; And if I did but stir out of my bed, Ready they were to shoot me to the heart MSD II, I, 210 HELENA You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel Leave you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you TAMB IV, iii, 115 Tamburlaine: I‘ll ride in golden armour like the sun;…: Henry V iv, Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and others ORLEANS The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords! Dido III,iii, 80 And both our deities, conjoin‘d in one, Shall chain felicity unto their throne Hen V V, ii, 20 Into two parties, is now conjoin’d in one, And means to give you battle presently CHARLES Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them BURGUNDY I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear PUCELLE Of all base passions fear is most accurs’d Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine Edward II IV, v, 20 Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life: O, fly him then! But, Edmund, calm this rage; … { Hamlet IV, vii, 220 How much I had to to calm his rage I Now fear I this will give it start again; Therefore let’s follow HEN 6.2 III, I, 360 You put sharp weapons in a madman’s hands Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, I will stir up in England some black storm Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell; And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage 10 Until the golden circuit on my head, Like to the glorious sun‘s transparent beams, Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw JEW V, v, 36 and 42 AntCl II, vii, 90 MENAS These three world-sharers, these competitors, Are in thy vessel Let me cut the cable; And when we are put off, fall to their throats TITUS, II, iv, 20 DEMETRIUS So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who ‘twas that cut thy tongue and ravish’d thee CHIRON Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so, An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe DEMETRIUS See how with signs and tokens she can scrowl CHIRON Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands DEMETRIUS She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; And so let’s leave her to her silent walks CHIRON An ‘twere my cause, I should go hang myself DEMETRIUS If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord HEN V III, vi, 40 PISTOL Therefore, go speak- the Duke will hear thy voice; And let not Bardolph’s vital thread be cut With edge of penny cord and vile reproach Tamb IV, iii, 117 And in my helm a triple plume shall spring Spangled with diamonds, dancing in the air Temp IV, I, 222 ARIEL I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project Then I beat my tabor, At which like unback’d colts they prick’d their ears, As they smelt music; so I charm’d their cars, That calf-like they my lowing follow’d through Tooth’d briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, Which ent’red their frail shins At last I left them 37 SILVIA And so suppose am I; for in his grave Assure thyself my love is buried PROTEUS Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth VA I.1818 Or whether doth my mind being crowned with you Drink up the monarch's plague this flattery? Or whether shall I say mine eye saith true, And that your love taught it this alchemy? To make of monsters, and things indigest, Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble, Creating every bad a perfect best As fast as objects to his beams assemble: O 'tis the first, 'tis flattery in my seeing, CE III, ii, 37 {ACT_3|SCENE_2 ^line 40 'Tis holy sport to be a little vain When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE Sweet mistress-what your name is else, I know not, Sonnet 42 But here's the joy, my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone KJohn I, I, 237 ACT_1_SCENE_1 ^line 240 But from the inward motion to deliver Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth; Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; VA 1337 Find sweet beginning but unsavoury end; Ne'er settled equally, but high or low, That all love's pleasure shall not match his woe It shall be fickle, false and full of fraud; Bud, and be blasted, in a breathing while; The bottom poison, and the top o'erstrawed Cymb I, vi, 151 38 As well might poison poison! Be reveng'd; Or she that bore you was no queen, and you Recoil from your great stock IMOGEN Reveng'd? How should I be reveng'd? If this be trueAs I have such a heart that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse- if it be true, How should I be reveng'd? IACHIMO Should he make me Live like Diana's priest betwixt cold sheets, Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps, In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure, MAN V, I, 245 { which I had rather seal with my death than repeat over to my shame The lady is dead upon mine and my master's false accusation; and briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a villain Pedro Runs not this speech like iron through your blood? Claud I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it Pedro But did my brother set thee on to this? Bora Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it Pedro He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery, And fled he is upon this villany Claud Sweet Hero, now thy image doth appear Coriol III, I, 196 That's sure of death without it- at once pluck out The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick The sweet which is their poison Your dishonour Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become't, Not having the power to the good it would, Rich III III, I, 13 GLOUCESTER Sweet Prince, the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit; Nor more can you distinguish of a man Than of his outward show; which, God He knows, Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart Those uncles which you want were dangerous; Your Grace attended to their sug'red words But look'd not on the poison of their hearts 39 GLOUCESTER Here [She spits at him] Why dost thou spit at me? ANNE Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! GLOUCESTER Never came poison from so sweet a place ANNE Never poison on a fouler toad Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes GLOUCESTER Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine HL ( Petowe) 195 How much more love merits so sweet a queen, … Hen 6.3 V, vii, 30 KING EDWARD Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both CLARENCE The duty that I owe unto your Majesty I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe KING EDWARD Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks GLOUCESTER And that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit [Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master TC V, I, 40 THERSITES Finch egg! ACHILLES My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba, A token from her daughter, my fair love, MND IV, I, 83 Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessed power Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen TITANIA My Oberon! What visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour'd of an ass OBERON There lies your love PP 136 Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love, Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove, For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild, Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill, 40 Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds; She, silly queen, with more than love's good will, Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds Once', quoth she, 'did I see a fair sweet youth Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar, TC III, I, 80 PANDARUS What says my sweet queen?-My cousin will fall out with you HELEN You must not know where he sups PARIS I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida PANDARUS No, no, no such matter; you are wide Come, your disposer is sick PARIS Well, I'll make's excuse PANDARUS Ay, good my lord Why should you say Cressida? No, your poor disposer's sick PARIS I spy PANDARUS You spy! What you spy?-Come, give me an instrument Now, sweet queen HELEN Why, this is kindly done PANDARUS My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen HELEN She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my Lord Paris PANDARUS He! No, she'll none of him; they two are twain HELEN Falling in, after falling out, may make them three PANDARUS Come, come I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now HELEN Ay, ay, prithee now By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a Dido III,iii, 33 Aeneas: Aeneas’ thoughts dare not ascend so high As Dido’s heart, which monarchs might not scale Pericles IV, iv, 20 Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late Advanc'd in time to great and high estate Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought This king to Tharsus-think this pilot thought; So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on- RL 45 Suggested this proud issue of a king; For by our cars our hearts oft tainted be 41 Perchance that envy of so rich a thing, Braving compare, disdainfully did sting His high-pitched thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt Rich II III, ii, 97 Ye favourites of a king; are we not high? High be our thoughts I know my uncle York Hath power enough to serve our turn But who comes here? TA IV, iv, 30 TAMORA My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, Th' effects of sorrow for his valiant sons Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep and scarr'd his heart; And rather comfort his distressed plight Than prosecute the meanest or the best For these contempts [Aside] Why, thus it shall become High-witted Tamora to gloze with all WT III, ii, 227 Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death Of the young Prince, whose honourable thoughtsThoughts high for one so tender- cleft the heart TGV II, iv, 138 VALENTINE Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now; I have done penance for contemning Love, Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, AC V, ii, 78 Be gentle grave unto me! Rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark-nak'd, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring! Rather make My country's high pyramides my gibbet, And hang me up in chains! PROCULEIUS You extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Caesar 42 Faust I, v, 88 FAUSTUS: Then there’s enough for a thousand souls Hen 6.1 II, iv, 138 And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day, Grown to this faction in the Temple Garden, Shall send between the Red Rose and the White A thousand souls to death and deadly night Hen 6.2 III, I, 364 You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, I will stir up in England some black storm Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell; And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage Dido I, I, 104 Thus, in stout Hector’s race, three hundred years The Roman sceptre royal shall remain, … MWW I, I, 15 SHALLOW Ay, that I do; and have done any time these three hundred years SLENDER All his successors, gone before him, hath done't; Ed II V, I, 71 And needs I must resign my wished crown Inhuman creatures, nurs’d with tiger’s milk TA II, iii, 160 LAVINIA When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam? O, not learn her wrath- she taught it thee; The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble, Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny Coriol V, iv, 27 MENENIUS I paint him in the character Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him There is no more mercy in him than there is 43 milk in a male tiger; that shall our poor city find And all this is 'long of you Ed II V, vi, 77 SECOND LORD: My lord, I fear me it will prove too true TGV V, iv, 58, And that's far worse than none; better have none Than plural faith, which is too much by one Thou counterfeit to thy true friend! Hen 6.2 II, I, 126 GLOUCESTER What, and wouldst climb a tree? SIMPCOX But that in all my life, when I was a youth WIFE Too true; and bought his climbing very dear GLOUCESTER Mass, thou lov'dst plums well, that wouldst venture so Othello III, iii, 508 OTHELLO O, that the slave had forty thousand lives! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge Now I see 'tis true Look here, Iago, All my fond love thus I blow to heaven Othello I, I, 180 BRABANTIO It is too true an evil: gone she is, WT V, I, 17 PAULINA True, too true, my lord If, one by one, you wedded all the world, Or from the all that are took something good To make a perfect woman, she you kill'd TGV IV, ii, PROTEUS Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts 44 Hen 4.2 I, I, 116 MORTON You are too great to be by me gainsaid; Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain NORTHUMBERLAND Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead I see a strange confession in thine eye; Hen 6.2 IV, ii, 146 His son am I; deny it if you can DICK Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king Hen 6.2 III, ii, 137 KING HENRY That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true; But how he died God knows, not Henry Lear V, ii, 24 Edg What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither; Ripeness is all Come on Glou And that's true too Exeunt Macbeth IV, iii, 204 Is there scarce ask'd for who, and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their caps, Dying or ere they sicken MACDUFF O, relation Too nice, and yet too true! MM IV, ii, 41 ABHORSON Every true man's apparel fits your thief: if it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough; so every true man's apparel fits your thief MND III, ii, 56 And kill me too The sun was not so true unto the day As he to me Would he have stolen away 45 From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon Rich III II, iii, 20 THIRD CITIZEN Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death? SECOND CITIZEN Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while! Rich II, QUEEN Now God in heaven forbid! GREEN Ah, madam, 'tis too true; and that is worse, The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy, TC IV, iv, 35 PANDARUS Ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case CRESSIDA And is it true that I must go from Troy? TROILUS A hateful truth CRESSIDA What, and from Troilus too? TROILUS From Troy and Troilus Hamlet III, I, 62 The Devil himself King [aside] O, 'tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art, Rich II QUEEN Now God in heaven forbid! GREEN Ah, madam, 'tis too true; and that is worse, The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy, Ovid’s Elegies III, 39 Rich Nile by seven mouths to the vast sea flowing, Who so well keeps his water’s head from knowing, … Timon IV, iii, 476 The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves Rich III I, iv, 43 To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood Stopp'd in my soul and would not let it forth 46 To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air; But smother'd it within my panting bulk, Who almost burst to belch it in the sea KEEPER Awak'd you not in this sore agony? Pericles II, I, 62 PERICLES May see the sea hath cast upon your coastSECOND FISHERMAN What a drunken knave was the sea to cast thee in our way! PERICLES A man whom both the waters and the wind In that vast tennis-court hath made the ball For them to play upon entreats you pity him; RJ II, ii, 93 Rom I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise Pericles III, i In your imagination hold This stage the ship, upon whose deck The sea-toss'd Pericles appears to speak Exit PERICLES Thou god of this great vast, rebuke these surges, Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou that hast HL II (Petowe?) 161 Duke Archuilaus, cruel, void of pity, Where Hero dwelt was regent of that city: … MV IV, 1, DUKE OF VENICE What, is Antonio here? ANTONIO Ready, so please your Grace DUKE OF VENICE I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, Uncapable of pity, void and empty Hen 6.2 IV, vii, 63 SAY } Sweet is the country, because full of riches; The people liberal valiant, active, wealthy; Which makes me hope you are not void of pity 47 Dido IV, iv, 63 Aeneas may command as many Moors As in the sea are little water drops Also, FAUSTUS V, ii, 195 Oh soul be changed into little water drops And fall into the ocean, neér be found Lear II, iv, 317 And let not women's weapons, water drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags! I will have such revenges on you both LC 340 All melting; though our drops this diff'rence bore: His poisoned me, and mine did him restore 'In him a plenitude of subtle matter, Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives, Of burning blushes or of weeping water, RL 1095 To cheer the ploughman with increased crops, And waste huge stones with little water-drops Why work'st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage, Unless thou couldst return to make amends? Rich II Iv, I, 280 KING RICHARD O that I were a mockery king of snow, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke To melt myself away in water drops! Dido 4,4, 52 Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down, To be partakers of our honey talk RL 1899 With sad-set eyes and wreathed arms across, From lips new waxen pale begins to blow The grief away that stops his answer so; 48 MP V, v, 25 HENRY: And will not offer violence to their king, For all the wealth and treasure of the world KJOHN ACT_4_SCENE_2 And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Will not offend thee ARTHUR O heaven! I thank you, Hubert Dido III, iii, 59 To be well stor’d with such a winter’s tale? (*N.B Winter’s Tale.) Coriol I, I, 192 MENENIUS For corn at their own rates, whereof they say The city is well stor'd MARCIUS Hang 'em! They say! Below their cobbled shoes They say there's grain enough! MP V, ii, 46 Cousin, assure you I am resolute, Whatsoever any whisper in mine ears, Not to suspect disloyalty in thee: Pericles II, I, 18 Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle Is as a whisper in the ears of death, Unheard.-Lychorida!-Lucina, O Divinest patroness, and midwife gentle… Tamb II, vi, 25 COSROE: And since we all have sucked one wholesome air, And with the same proportion of elements… Cymb I, ii 49 FIRST LORD Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice Where air comes out, air comes in; there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent CLOTEN If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it Have I hurt him? JC II, I, 302 PORTIA Is Brutus sick, and is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humors Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus, Hamlet I, I, 193 Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation Mar It faded on the crowing of the cock Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time Rich II III, ii, 42 KING RICHARD Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not That when the searching eye of heaven is hid, Behind the globe, that lights the lower world, Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen In murders and in outrage boldly here; But when from under this terrestrial ball He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines And darts his light through every guilty hole AYLI I, ii, 155 ORLANDO I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts, 50 wherein I confess me much guilty to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial; wherein if I be foil'd there is but one sham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, but one dead that is willing to be so I shall my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty HL II (Petowe?) 148 Of sweet Leander’s love to Hero’s beauty, Heaven, earth and hell, and all the world is guilty; Hamlet V, I, 27 will he nill he, he goes- mark you that But if the water come to him and drown him, he drowns not himself Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life Other But is this law? Clown Ay, marry, is't- crowner's quest law Other Will you ha' the truth an't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial Clown Why, there thou say'st! And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves Hen 4.1 II, iv, 228 Fal What, upon compulsion? Zounds, an I were at the strappado or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion Give you a reason on compulsion? If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I Prince I'll be no longer guilty, of this sin; this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh- Lear I, ii, 112 Edm This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; LLL I, ii, 95 MOTH The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 'tis not to be found; or if it were, it 51 would neither serve for the writing nor the tune Rich II IV, I, 86 FITZWATER To tie thee to my strong correction As I intend to thrive in this new world, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal Neil Maizels 1999-2015 update ... one by one, of the literary connectedness of Shakespeare and Marlowe, and then to seek a similar interconnectedness, if any were to exist, between Shakespeare and other authors of the time This... Your fathers taken by the silver beards, And their most reverend heads dash’d to the walls; Your naked infants spitted upon pikes, Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus’d Do break the clouds,... nephew, in these cooling shades, Free from the murmur of these running streams, The cry of beasts, the rattling of the winds, … 27 Tempest V, I, 42 PROSPERO The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous