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+Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand ++ +First Carrier +
+Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be+ +Ostler +
+hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and
+yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
+
+[Within] Anon, anon.+ +First Carrier +
+
+I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks+ +Second Carrier +
+in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
+of all cess.
+Enter another Carrier
+
+Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that+ +First Carrier +
+is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
+house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.
+
+Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats+ +Second Carrier +
+rose; it was the death of him.
+
+I think this be the most villanous house in all+ +First Carrier +
+London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.
+
+Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king+ +Second Carrier +
+christen could be better bit than I have been since
+the first cock.
+
+Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we+ +First Carrier +
+leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
+fleas like a loach.
+
+What, ostler! come away and be hanged!+ +Second Carrier +
+
+I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,+ +First Carrier +
+to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.
+
+God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite+ +GADSHILL +
+starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
+never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
+'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
+on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
+hast thou no faith in thee?
+Enter GADSHILL
+
+Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?+ +First Carrier +
+
+I think it be two o'clock.+ +GADSHILL +
+
+I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding+ +First Carrier +
+in the stable.
+
+Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.+ +GADSHILL +
+
+I pray thee, lend me thine.+ +Second Carrier +
+
+Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth+ +GADSHILL +
+he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.
+
+Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?+ +Second Carrier +
+
+Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant+ +GADSHILL +
+thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the
+gentleman: they will along with company, for they
+have great charge.
+Exeunt carriers
+
+What, ho! chamberlain!+ +Chamberlain +
+
+[Within] At hand, quoth pick-purse.+ +GADSHILL +
+
+That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the+ +Chamberlain +
+chamberlain; for thou variest no more from picking
+of purses than giving direction doth from labouring;
+thou layest the plot how.
+Enter Chamberlain
+
+Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current that+ +GADSHILL +
+I told you yesternight: there's a franklin in the
+wild of Kent hath brought three hundred marks with
+him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his
+company last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one
+that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what.
+They are up already, and call for eggs and butter;
+they will away presently.
+
+Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas'+ +Chamberlain +
+clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
+
+No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for the+ +GADSHILL +
+hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas
+as truly as a man of falsehood may.
+
+What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang,+ +Chamberlain +
+I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old
+Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no
+starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou
+dreamest not of, the which for sport sake are
+content to do the profession some grace; that would,
+if matters should be looked into, for their own
+credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no
+foot-land rakers, no long-staff sixpenny strikers,
+none of these mad mustachio purple-hued malt-worms;
+but with nobility and tranquillity, burgomasters and
+great oneyers, such as can hold in, such as will
+strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than
+drink, and drink sooner than pray: and yet, zounds,
+I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the
+commonwealth; or rather, not pray to her, but prey
+on her, for they ride up and down on her and make
+her their boots.
+
+What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold+ +GADSHILL +
+out water in foul way?
+
+She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We+ +Chamberlain +
+steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt
+of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
+
+Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to+ +GADSHILL +
+the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.
+
+Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our+ +Chamberlain +
+purchase, as I am a true man.
+
+Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.+ +GADSHILL +
+
+Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the+
+ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,
+you muddy knave.
+Exeunt
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+KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT ++ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+What is thy name, that in the battle thus+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
+Upon my head?
+
+ Know then, my name is Douglas;+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
+Because some tell me that thou art a king.
+
+They tell thee true.+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+
+The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
+This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
+Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
+
+I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;+ +HOTSPUR +
+And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
+Lord Stafford's death.
+They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR
+
+O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
+
+All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.+ +HOTSPUR +
+
+Where?+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+
+Here.+ +HOTSPUR +
+
+This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
+Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
+
+A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!+ +HOTSPUR +
+A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
+Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
+
+The king hath many marching in his coats.+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+
+Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;+ +HOTSPUR +
+I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
+Until I meet the king.
+
+Up, and away!+ +FALSTAFF +
+Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
+Exeunt
+Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus
+
+Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.
+Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour
+for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten
+lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I
+need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have
+led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's
+not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and
+they are for the town's end, to beg during life.
+But who comes here?
+Enter PRINCE HENRY
+
+What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:+ +FALSTAFF +
+Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
+Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
+Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
+lend me thy sword.
+
+O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have
+done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
+
+He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,+ +FALSTAFF +
+lend me thy sword.
+
+Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
+
+Give it to me: what, is it in the case?+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack
+
+What, is it a time to jest and dally now?+ +FALSTAFF +
+He throws the bottle at him. Exit
+
+Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do+
+come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
+willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like
+not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me
+life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
+unlooked for, and there's an end.
+Exit FALSTAFF
+
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+Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers ++ +CHARLES +
+Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens+ +ALENCON +
+So in the earth, to this day is not known:
+Late did he shine upon the English side;
+Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
+What towns of any moment but we have?
+At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
+Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
+Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
+
+They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:+ +REIGNIER +
+Either they must be dieted like mules
+And have their provender tied to their mouths
+Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
+
+Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?+ +CHARLES +
+Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
+Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
+And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
+Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
+
+Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.+ +CHARLES +
+Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
+Him I forgive my death that killeth me
+When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
+Exeunt
+Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER
+
+Who ever saw the like? what men have I!+ +REIGNIER +
+Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
+But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
+
+Salisbury is a desperate homicide;+ +ALENCON +
+He fighteth as one weary of his life.
+The other lords, like lions wanting food,
+Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
+
+Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,+ +CHARLES +
+England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
+During the time Edward the Third did reign.
+More truly now may this be verified;
+For none but Samsons and Goliases
+It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
+Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
+They had such courage and audacity?
+
+Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,+ +REIGNIER +
+And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
+Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
+The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
+
+I think, by some odd gimmors or device+ +ALENCON +
+Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
+Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
+By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
+
+Be it so.+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS
+
+Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.+ +CHARLES +
+
+Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+
+Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:+ +CHARLES +
+Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
+Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:
+A holy maid hither with me I bring,
+Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
+Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
+And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
+The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
+Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
+What's past and what's to come she can descry.
+Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
+For they are certain and unfallible.
+
+Go, call her in.+ +REIGNIER +
+Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS
+But first, to try her skill,
+Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
+Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
+By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
+Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE
+
+Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+
+Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?+ +REIGNIER +
+Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;
+I know thee well, though never seen before.
+Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:
+In private will I talk with thee apart.
+Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
+
+She takes upon her bravely at first dash.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+
+Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,+ +CHARLES +
+My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
+Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
+To shine on my contemptible estate:
+Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
+And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
+God's mother deigned to appear to me
+And in a vision full of majesty
+Will'd me to leave my base vocation
+And free my country from calamity:
+Her aid she promised and assured success:
+In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
+And, whereas I was black and swart before,
+With those clear rays which she infused on me
+That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
+Ask me what question thou canst possible,
+And I will answer unpremeditated:
+My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
+And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
+Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
+If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
+
+Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
+In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
+And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
+Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
+
+I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,+ +CHARLES +
+Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
+The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
+churchyard,
+Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
+
+Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+
+And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.+ +CHARLES +
+Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes
+
+Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
+
+Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.+ +CHARLES +
+
+Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
+My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
+Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
+Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
+'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
+
+I must not yield to any rites of love,+ +CHARLES +
+For my profession's sacred from above:
+When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
+Then will I think upon a recompense.
+
+Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.+ +REIGNIER +
+
+My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.+ +ALENCON +
+
+Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;+ +REIGNIER +
+Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
+
+Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?+ +ALENCON +
+
+He may mean more than we poor men do know:+ +REIGNIER +
+These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
+
+My lord, where are you? what devise you on?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
+
+Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!+ +CHARLES +
+Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
+
+What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+
+Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.+ +CHARLES +
+This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
+Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
+Since I have entered into these wars.
+Glory is like a circle in the water,
+Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
+Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
+With Henry's death the English circle ends;
+Dispersed are the glories it included.
+Now am I like that proud insulting ship
+Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
+
+Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?+ +ALENCON +
+Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
+Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
+Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
+Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
+How may I reverently worship thee enough?
+
+Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.+ +REIGNIER +
+
+Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;+ +CHARLES +
+Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
+
+Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:+
+No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
+Exeunt
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+Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor, of Paris, and others ++ +GLOUCESTER +
+Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+BISHOP
+
+God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+
+Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,+ +FASTOLFE +
+That you elect no other king but him;
+Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
+And none your foes but such as shall pretend
+Malicious practises against his state:
+This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
+Enter FASTOLFE
+
+My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,+ +TALBOT +
+To haste unto your coronation,
+A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
+Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
+
+Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
+To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
+Plucking it off
+Which I have done, because unworthily
+Thou wast installed in that high degree.
+Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
+This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
+When but in all I was six thousand strong
+And that the French were almost ten to one,
+Before we met or that a stroke was given,
+Like to a trusty squire did run away:
+In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
+Myself and divers gentlemen beside
+Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
+Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
+Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
+This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
+
+To say the truth, this fact was infamous+ +TALBOT +
+And ill beseeming any common man,
+Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
+
+When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
+Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
+Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
+Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
+But always resolute in most extremes.
+He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
+Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
+Profaning this most honourable order,
+And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
+Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
+That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
+
+Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
+Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.
+Exit FASTOLFE
+And now, my lord protector, view the letter
+Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
+
+What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
+Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
+Or doth this churlish superscription
+Pretend some alteration in good will?
+What's here?
+Reads
+'I have, upon especial cause,
+Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
+Together with the pitiful complaints
+Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
+Forsaken your pernicious faction
+And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
+O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
+That in alliance, amity and oaths,
+There should be found such false dissembling guile?
+
+What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?+ +GLOUCESTER +
+
+He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+
+Is that the worst this letter doth contain?+ +GLOUCESTER +
+
+It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+
+Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him+ +TALBOT +
+And give him chastisement for this abuse.
+How say you, my lord? are you not content?
+
+Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
+
+Then gather strength and march unto him straight:+ +TALBOT +
+Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
+And what offence it is to flout his friends.
+
+I go, my lord, in heart desiring still+ +VERNON +
+You may behold confusion of your foes.
+Exit
+Enter VERNON and BASSET
+
+Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.+ +BASSET +
+
+And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.+ +YORK +
+
+This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.+ +SOMERSET +
+
+And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+
+Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.+ +VERNON +
+Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
+And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
+
+With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.+ +BASSET +
+
+And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+
+What is that wrong whereof you both complain?+ +BASSET +
+First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
+
+Crossing the sea from England into France,+ +VERNON +
+This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
+Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
+Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
+Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
+When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
+About a certain question in the law
+Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
+With other vile and ignominious terms:
+In confutation of which rude reproach
+And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
+I crave the benefit of law of arms.
+
+And that is my petition, noble lord:+ +YORK +
+For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
+To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
+Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
+And he first took exceptions at this badge,
+Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
+Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
+
+Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?+ +SOMERSET +
+
+Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
+
+Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,+ +YORK +
+When for so slight and frivolous a cause
+Such factious emulations shall arise!
+Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
+Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
+
+Let this dissension first be tried by fight,+ +SOMERSET +
+And then your highness shall command a peace.
+
+The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;+ +YORK +
+Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
+
+There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.+ +VERNON +
+
+Nay, let it rest where it began at first.+ +BASSET +
+
+Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+
+Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!+ +EXETER +
+And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
+Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
+With this immodest clamorous outrage
+To trouble and disturb the king and us?
+And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
+To bear with their perverse objections;
+Much less to take occasion from their mouths
+To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
+Let me persuade you take a better course.
+
+It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+
+Come hither, you that would be combatants:+ +WARWICK +
+Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
+Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
+And you, my lords, remember where we are,
+In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
+If they perceive dissension in our looks
+And that within ourselves we disagree,
+How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
+To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
+Beside, what infamy will there arise,
+When foreign princes shall be certified
+That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
+King Henry's peers and chief nobility
+Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
+O, think upon the conquest of my father,
+My tender years, and let us not forego
+That for a trifle that was bought with blood
+Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
+I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
+Putting on a red rose
+That any one should therefore be suspicious
+I more incline to Somerset than York:
+Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
+As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
+Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
+But your discretions better can persuade
+Than I am able to instruct or teach:
+And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
+So let us still continue peace and love.
+Cousin of York, we institute your grace
+To be our regent in these parts of France:
+And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
+Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
+And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
+Go cheerfully together and digest.
+Your angry choler on your enemies.
+Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
+After some respite will return to Calais;
+From thence to England; where I hope ere long
+To be presented, by your victories,
+With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
+Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON
+
+My Lord of York, I promise you, the king+ +YORK +
+Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
+
+And so he did; but yet I like it not,+ +WARWICK +
+In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
+
+Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;+ +YORK +
+I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
+
+An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;+ +EXETER +
+Other affairs must now be managed.
+Exeunt all but EXETER
+
+Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;+
+For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
+I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
+More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
+Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
+But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
+This jarring discord of nobility,
+This shouldering of each other in the court,
+This factious bandying of their favourites,
+But that it doth presage some ill event.
+'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
+But more when envy breeds unkind division;
+There comes the rain, there begins confusion.
+Exit
+
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+Enter SUFFOLK in conference with KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER and EXETER ++ +KING HENRY VI +
+Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,+ +SUFFOLK +
+Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
+Her virtues graced with external gifts
+Do breed love's settled passions in my heart:
+And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts
+Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
+So am I driven by breath of her renown
+Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
+Where I may have fruition of her love.
+
+Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Is but a preface of her worthy praise;
+The chief perfections of that lovely dame
+Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
+Would make a volume of enticing lines,
+Able to ravish any dull conceit:
+And, which is more, she is not so divine,
+So full-replete with choice of all delights,
+But with as humble lowliness of mind
+She is content to be at your command;
+Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,
+To love and honour Henry as her lord.
+
+And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Therefore, my lord protector, give consent
+That Margaret may be England's royal queen.
+
+So should I give consent to flatter sin.+ +SUFFOLK +
+You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd
+Unto another lady of esteem:
+How shall we then dispense with that contract,
+And not deface your honour with reproach?
+
+As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd
+To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
+By reason of his adversary's odds:
+A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
+And therefore may be broke without offence.
+
+Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?+ +SUFFOLK +
+Her father is no better than an earl,
+Although in glorious titles he excel.
+
+Yes, lord, her father is a king,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The King of Naples and Jerusalem;
+And of such great authority in France
+As his alliance will confirm our peace
+And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
+
+And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,+ +EXETER +
+Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.
+
+Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,+ +SUFFOLK +
+Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.
+
+A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That he should be so abject, base and poor,
+To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
+Henry is able to enrich his queen
+And not seek a queen to make him rich:
+So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
+As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
+Marriage is a matter of more worth
+Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
+Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,
+Must be companion of his nuptial bed:
+And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
+It most of all these reasons bindeth us,
+In our opinions she should be preferr'd.
+For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
+An age of discord and continual strife?
+Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
+And is a pattern of celestial peace.
+Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
+But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?
+Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,
+Approves her fit for none but for a king:
+Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
+More than in women commonly is seen,
+Will answer our hope in issue of a king;
+For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
+Is likely to beget more conquerors,
+If with a lady of so high resolve
+As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.
+Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
+That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.
+
+Whether it be through force of your report,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
+My tender youth was never yet attaint
+With any passion of inflaming love,
+I cannot tell; but this I am assured,
+I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
+Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
+As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
+Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
+Agree to any covenants, and procure
+That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
+To cross the seas to England and be crown'd
+King Henry's faithful and anointed queen:
+For your expenses and sufficient charge,
+Among the people gather up a tenth.
+Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,
+I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.
+And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
+If you do censure me by what you were,
+Not what you are, I know it will excuse
+This sudden execution of my will.
+And so, conduct me where, from company,
+I may revolve and ruminate my grief.
+Exit
+
+Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.+ +SUFFOLK +
+Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER
+
+Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes,
+As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
+With hope to find the like event in love,
+But prosper better than the Trojan did.
+Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
+But I will rule both her, the king and realm.
+Exit
+ diff --git a/shakespeare/html/2henryiv.1.1.html b/shakespeare/html/2henryiv.1.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d8e7b83bdc5cc26cb09e993fa8f527472ffd6a29 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/2henryiv.1.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,414 @@ + + + +SCENE I. The same. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
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+ ++Enter LORD BARDOLPH ++ +LORD BARDOLPH ++Who keeps the gate here, ho?+ +Porter +
+The Porter opens the gate
+Where is the earl?
++What shall I say you are?+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
++Tell thou the earl+ +Porter +
+That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
++His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
+And he himself wilt answer.
+Enter NORTHUMBERLAND
++Here comes the earl.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Exit Porter
++What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Should be the father of some stratagem:
+The times are wild: contention, like a horse
+Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose
+And bears down all before him.
++Noble earl,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
++Good, an God will!+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
++ As good as heart can wish:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+The king is almost wounded to the death;
+And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
+Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
+Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John
+And Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field;
+And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John,
+Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,
+So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won,
+Came not till now to dignify the times,
+Since Caesar's fortunes!
++How is this derived?+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury?
++I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+A gentleman well bred and of good name,
+That freely render'd me these news for true.
++Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+On Tuesday last to listen after news.
+Enter TRAVERS
++My lord, I over-rode him on the way;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+And he is furnish'd with no certainties
+More than he haply may retail from me.
++Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?+ +TRAVERS +
++My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+With joyful tidings; and, being better horsed,
+Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard
+A gentleman, almost forspent with speed,
+That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse.
+He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
+I did demand what news from Shrewsbury:
+He told me that rebellion had bad luck
+And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold.
+With that, he gave his able horse the head,
+And bending forward struck his armed heels
+Against the panting sides of his poor jade
+Up to the rowel-head, and starting so
+He seem'd in running to devour the way,
+Staying no longer question.
++Ha! Again:+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
+Of Hotspur Coldspur? that rebellion
+Had met ill luck?
++ My lord, I'll tell you what;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+If my young lord your son have not the day,
+Upon mine honour, for a silken point
+I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
++Why should that gentleman that rode by Travers+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Give then such instances of loss?
++Who, he?+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+He was some hilding fellow that had stolen
+The horse he rode on, and, upon my life,
+Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
+Enter MORTON
++Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,+ +MORTON +
+Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:
+So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood
+Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
+Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
++I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask
+To fright our party.
++How doth my son and brother?+ +MORTON +
+Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
+Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
+Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
+So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
+Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
+And would have told him half his Troy was burnt;
+But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue,
+And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it.
+This thou wouldst say, 'Your son did thus and thus;
+Your brother thus: so fought the noble Douglas:'
+Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:
+But in the end, to stop my ear indeed,
+Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
+Ending with 'Brother, son, and all are dead.'
++Douglas is living, and your brother, yet;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+But, for my lord your son--
++Why, he is dead.+ +MORTON +
+See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
+He that but fears the thing he would not know
+Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes
+That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton;
+Tell thou an earl his divination lies,
+And I will take it as a sweet disgrace
+And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.
++You are too great to be by me gainsaid:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
++Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead.+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+I see a strange confession in thine eye:
+Thou shakest thy head and hold'st it fear or sin
+To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so;
+The tongue offends not that reports his death:
+And he doth sin that doth belie the dead,
+Not he which says the dead is not alive.
+Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
+Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
+Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
+Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
++I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.+ +MORTON +
++I am sorry I should force you to believe+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+That which I would to God I had not seen;
+But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
+Rendering faint quittance, wearied and out-breathed,
+To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down
+The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
+From whence with life he never more sprung up.
+In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire
+Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,
+Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
+From the best temper'd courage in his troops;
+For from his metal was his party steel'd;
+Which once in him abated, all the rest
+Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead:
+And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
+Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed,
+So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
+Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear
+That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim
+Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
+Fly from the field. Then was the noble Worcester
+Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot,
+The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword
+Had three times slain the appearance of the king,
+'Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame
+Of those that turn'd their backs, and in his flight,
+Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
+Is that the king hath won, and hath sent out
+A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
+Under the conduct of young Lancaster
+And Westmoreland. This is the news at full.
++For this I shall have time enough to mourn.+ +TRAVERS +
+In poison there is physic; and these news,
+Having been well, that would have made me sick,
+Being sick, have in some measure made me well:
+And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints,
+Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
+Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
+Out of his keeper's arms, even so my limbs,
+Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief,
+Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch!
+A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel
+Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif!
+Thou art a guard too wanton for the head
+Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.
+Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
+The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring
+To frown upon the enraged Northumberland!
+Let heaven kiss earth! now let not Nature's hand
+Keep the wild flood confined! let order die!
+And let this world no longer be a stage
+To feed contention in a lingering act;
+But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
+Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
+On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
+And darkness be the burier of the dead!
++This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
++Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour.+ +MORTON +
++The lives of all your loving complices+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er
+To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
+You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
+And summ'd the account of chance, before you said
+'Let us make head.' It was your presurmise,
+That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop:
+You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,
+More likely to fall in than to get o'er;
+You were advised his flesh was capable
+Of wounds and scars and that his forward spirit
+Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged:
+Yet did you say 'Go forth;' and none of this,
+Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
+The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen,
+Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth,
+More than that being which was like to be?
++We all that are engaged to this loss+ +MORTON +
+Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas
+That if we wrought our life 'twas ten to one;
+And yet we ventured, for the gain proposed
+Choked the respect of likely peril fear'd;
+And since we are o'erset, venture again.
+Come, we will all put forth, body and goods.
++'Tis more than time: and, my most noble lord,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,
+The gentle Archbishop of York is up
+With well-appointed powers: he is a man
+Who with a double surety binds his followers.
+My lord your son had only but the corpse,
+But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;
+For that same word, rebellion, did divide
+The action of their bodies from their souls;
+And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
+As men drink potions, that their weapons only
+Seem'd on our side; but, for their spirits and souls,
+This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
+As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop
+Turns insurrection to religion:
+Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts,
+He's followed both with body and with mind;
+And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
+Of fair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones;
+Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;
+Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
+Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
+And more and less do flock to follow him.
++I knew of this before; but, to speak truth,+
+This present grief had wiped it from my mind.
+Go in with me; and counsel every man
+The aptest way for safety and revenge:
+Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed:
+Never so few, and never yet more need.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap.
+ ++Enter two Drawers ++ +First Drawer ++What the devil hast thou brought there? apple-johns?+ +Second Drawer +
+thou knowest Sir John cannot endure an apple-john.
++Mass, thou sayest true. The prince once set a dish+ +First Drawer +
+of apple-johns before him, and told him there were
+five more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said
+'I will now take my leave of these six dry, round,
+old, withered knights.' It angered him to the
+heart: but he hath forgot that.
++Why, then, cover, and set them down: and see if+ +Second Drawer +
+thou canst find out Sneak's noise; Mistress
+Tearsheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch: the
+room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight.
++Sirrah, here will be the prince and Master Poins+ +First Drawer +
+anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins and
+aprons; and Sir John must not know of it: Bardolph
+hath brought word.
++By the mass, here will be old Utis: it will be an+ +Second Drawer +
+excellent stratagem.
++I'll see if I can find out Sneak.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Exit
+Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
++I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as
+extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your
+colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good
+truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too much
+canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine,
+and it perfumes the blood ere one can say 'What's
+this?' How do you now?
++Better than I was: hem!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lo, here comes Sir John.
+Enter FALSTAFF
++[Singing] 'When Arthur first in court,'+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+--Empty the jordan.
+Exit First Drawer
+Singing
+--'And was a worthy king.' How now, Mistress Doll!
++Sick of a calm; yea, good faith.+ +FALSTAFF +
++So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?+ +FALSTAFF +
++You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I+ +FALSTAFF +
+make them not.
++If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we
+catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue grant that.
++Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.+ +FALSTAFF +
++'Your broaches, pearls, and ouches:' for to serve+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+bravely is to come halting off, you know: to come
+off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to
+surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged
+chambers bravely,--
++Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+meet but you fall to some discord: you are both,
+i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you
+cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What
+the good-year! one must bear, and that must be
+you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the
+emptier vessel.
++Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full+ +First Drawer +
+hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of
+Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk
+better stuffed in the hold. Come, I'll be friends
+with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and
+whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
+nobody cares.
+Re-enter First Drawer
++Sir, Ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+you.
++Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+hither: it is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England.
++If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my+ +FALSTAFF +
+faith; I must live among my neighbours: I'll no
+swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the
+very best: shut the door; there comes no swaggerers
+here: I have not lived all this while, to have
+swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.
++Dost thou hear, hostess?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John: there comes no+ +FALSTAFF +
+swaggerers here.
++Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me: your ancient+ +FALSTAFF +
+swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
+Tisick, the debuty, t'other day; and, as he said to
+me, 'twas no longer ago than Wednesday last, 'I'
+good faith, neighbour Quickly,' says he; Master
+Dumbe, our minister, was by then; 'neighbour
+Quickly,' says he, 'receive those that are civil;
+for,' said he, 'you are in an ill name:' now a'
+said so, I can tell whereupon; 'for,' says he, 'you
+are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore
+take heed what guests you receive: receive,' says
+he, 'no swaggering companions.' There comes none
+here: you would bless you to hear what he said:
+no, I'll no swaggerers.
++He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, i'+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+faith; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy
+greyhound: he'll not swagger with a Barbary hen, if
+her feathers turn back in any show of resistance.
+Call him up, drawer.
+Exit First Drawer
++Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+house, nor no cheater: but I do not love
+swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one
+says swagger: feel, masters, how I shake; look you,
+I warrant you.
++So you do, hostess.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen+ +PISTOL +
+leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.
+Enter PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page
++God save you, Sir John!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge+ +PISTOL +
+you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess.
++I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.+ +FALSTAFF +
++She is Pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+her.
++Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets: I'll+ +PISTOL +
+drink no more than will do me good, for no man's
+pleasure, I.
++Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What!+ +PISTOL +
+you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen
+mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
+your master.
++I know you, Mistress Dorothy.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away!+ +PISTOL +
+by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy
+chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away,
+you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale
+juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's
+light, with two points on your shoulder? much!
++God let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this.+ +FALSTAFF +
++No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off here:+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.
++No, Good Captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art thou+ +BARDOLPH +
+not ashamed to be called captain? An captains were
+of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for
+taking their names upon you before you have earned
+them. You a captain! you slave, for what? for
+tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a
+captain! hang him, rogue! he lives upon mouldy
+stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain! God's
+light, these villains will make the word as odious
+as the word 'occupy;' which was an excellent good
+word before it was ill sorted: therefore captains
+had need look to 't.
++Pray thee, go down, good ancient.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.+ +PISTOL +
++Not I I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could+ +Page +
+tear her: I'll be revenged of her.
++Pray thee, go down.+ +PISTOL +
++I'll see her damned first; to Pluto's damned lake,+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+by this hand, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and
+tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I.
+Down, down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not
+Hiren here?
++Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late, i'+ +PISTOL +
+faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler.
++These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-horses+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
+Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day,
+Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
+And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with
+King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
+Shall we fall foul for toys?
++By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.+ +BARDOLPH +
++Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to abrawl anon.+ +PISTOL +
++Die men like dogs! give crowns like pins! Have we+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+not Heren here?
++O' my word, captain, there's none such here. What+ +PISTOL +
+the good-year! do you think I would deny her? For
+God's sake, be quiet.
++Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Come, give's some sack.
+'Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento.'
+Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire:
+Give me some sack: and, sweetheart, lie thou there.
+Laying down his sword
+Come we to full points here; and are etceteras nothing?
++Pistol, I would be quiet.+ +PISTOL +
++Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf: what! we have seen+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+the seven stars.
++For God's sake, thrust him down stairs: I cannot+ +PISTOL +
+endure such a fustian rascal.
++Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat+ +BARDOLPH +
+shilling: nay, an a' do nothing but speak nothing,
+a' shall be nothing here.
++Come, get you down stairs.+ +PISTOL +
++What! shall we have incision? shall we imbrue?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Snatching up his sword
+Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
+Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
+Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!
++Here's goodly stuff toward!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Give me my rapier, boy.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Get you down stairs.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Drawing, and driving PISTOL out
++Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights.
+So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas! put up
+your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.
+Exeunt PISTOL and BARDOLPH
++I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you!
++He you not hurt i' the groin? methought a' made a+ +FALSTAFF +
+shrewd thrust at your belly.
+Re-enter BARDOLPH
++Have you turned him out o' doors?+ +BARDOLPH +
++Yea, sir. The rascal's drunk: you have hurt him,+ +FALSTAFF +
+sir, i' the shoulder.
++A rascal! to brave me!+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! alas, poor ape,+ +FALSTAFF +
+how thou sweatest! come, let me wipe thy face;
+come on, you whoreson chops: ah, rogue! i'faith, I
+love thee: thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy,
+worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than
+the Nine Worthies: ah, villain!
++A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Do, an thou darest for thy heart: an thou dost,+ +Page +
+I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.
+Enter Music
++The music is come, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from me
+like quicksilver.
++I' faith, and thou followedst him like a church.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig,
+when wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining
+o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?
+Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS, disguised
++Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's-head;+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+do not bid me remember mine end.
++Sirrah, what humour's the prince of?+ +FALSTAFF +
++A good shallow young fellow: a' would have made a+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+good pantler, a' would ha' chipp'd bread well.
++They say Poins has a good wit.+ +FALSTAFF +
++He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit's as thick+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+as Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in him
+than is in a mallet.
++Why does the prince love him so, then?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a'+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel,
+and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons, and
+rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon
+joined-stools, and swears with a good grace, and
+wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of
+the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet
+stories; and such other gambol faculties a' has,
+that show a weak mind and an able body, for the
+which the prince admits him: for the prince himself
+is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the
+scales between their avoirdupois.
++Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?+ +POINS +
++Let's beat him before his whore.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Look, whether the withered elder hath not his poll+ +POINS +
+clawed like a parrot.
++Is it not strange that desire should so many years+ +FALSTAFF +
+outlive performance?
++Kiss me, Doll.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! what+ +POINS +
+says the almanac to that?
++And look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, be not+ +FALSTAFF +
+lisping to his master's old tables, his note-book,
+his counsel-keeper.
++Thou dost give me flattering busses.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I am old, I am old.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young+ +FALSTAFF +
+boy of them all.
++What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+money o' Thursday: shalt have a cap to-morrow. A
+merry song, come: it grows late; we'll to bed.
+Thou'lt forget me when I am gone.
++By my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping, an thou+ +FALSTAFF +
+sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome
+till thy return: well, harken at the end.
++Some sack, Francis.+ +PRINCE HENRY + +POINS +
++Anon, anon, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Coming forward
++Ha! a bastard son of the king's? And art not thou+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Poins his brother?
++Why, thou globe of sinful continents! what a life+ +FALSTAFF +
+dost thou lead!
++A better than thou: I am a gentleman; thou art a drawer.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Very true, sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by my troth,+ +FALSTAFF +
+welcome to London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet
+face of thine! O, Jesu, are you come from Wales?
++Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.
++How, you fat fool! I scorn you.+ +POINS +
++My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat.
++You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous,
+civil gentlewoman!
++God's blessing of your good heart! and so she is,+ +FALSTAFF +
+by my troth.
++Didst thou hear me?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away+ +FALSTAFF +
+by Gad's-hill: you knew I was at your back, and
+spoke it on purpose to try my patience.
++No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse;+ +FALSTAFF +
+and then I know how to handle you.
++No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour, no abuse.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Not to dispraise me, and call me pantier and+ +FALSTAFF +
+bread-chipper and I know not what?
++No abuse, Hal.+ +POINS +
++No abuse?+ +FALSTAFF +
++No abuse, Ned, i' the world; honest Ned, none. I+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked
+might not fall in love with him; in which doing, I
+have done the part of a careful friend and a true
+subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it.
+No abuse, Hal: none, Ned, none: no, faith, boys, none.
++See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth+ +POINS +
+not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to
+close with us? is she of the wicked? is thine
+hostess here of the wicked? or is thy boy of the
+wicked? or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his
+nose, of the wicked?
++Answer, thou dead elm, answer.+ +FALSTAFF +
++The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable;+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he
+doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy,
+there is a good angel about him; but the devil
+outbids him too.
++For the women?+ +FALSTAFF +
++For one of them, she is in hell already, and burns+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+poor souls. For the other, I owe her money, and
+whether she be damned for that, I know not.
++No, I warrant you.+ +FALSTAFF +
++No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee,
+for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house,
+contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl.
++All victuallers do so; what's a joint of mutton or+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+two in a whole Lent?
++You, gentlewoman,-+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++What says your grace?+ +FALSTAFF +
++His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Knocking within
++Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Enter PETO
++Peto, how now! what news?+ +PETO +
++The king your father is at Westminster:+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+And there are twenty weak and wearied posts
+Come from the north: and, as I came along,
+I met and overtook a dozen captains,
+Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
+And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff.
++By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,+ +FALSTAFF +
+So idly to profane the precious time,
+When tempest of commotion, like the south
+Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt
+And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
+Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night.
+Exeunt PRINCE HENRY, POINS, PETO and BARDOLPH
++Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and+ +BARDOLPH +
+we must hence and leave it unpicked.
+Knocking within
+More knocking at the door!
+Re-enter BARDOLPH
+How now! what's the matter?
++You must away to court, sir, presently;+ +FALSTAFF +
+A dozen captains stay at door for you.
++[To the Page] Pay the musicians, sirrah. Farewell,+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+hostess; farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches,
+how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver
+may sleep, when the man of action is called on.
+Farewell good wenches: if I be not sent away post,
+I will see you again ere I go.
++I cannot speak; if my heart be not read to burst,--+ +FALSTAFF +
+well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
++Farewell, farewell.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH
++Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these+ +BARDOLPH +
+twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an
+honester and truer-hearted man,--well, fare thee well.
++[Within] Mistress Tearsheet!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++What's the matter?+ +BARDOLPH +
++[Within] Good Mistress Tearsheet, come to my master.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++O, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll: come.+
+She comes blubbered
+Yea, will you come, Doll?
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Another part of the forest.
+ ++Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, attended; afterwards the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, HASTINGS, and others: from the other side, Prince John of LANCASTER, and WESTMORELAND; Officers, and others with them ++ +LANCASTER ++You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray:+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop;
+And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all.
+My Lord of York, it better show'd with you
+When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
+Encircled you to hear with reverence
+Your exposition on the holy text
+Than now to see you here an iron man,
+Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
+Turning the word to sword and life to death.
+That man that sits within a monarch's heart,
+And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,
+Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
+Alack, what mischiefs might he set abrooch
+In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop,
+It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
+How deep you were within the books of God?
+To us the speaker in his parliament;
+To us the imagined voice of God himself;
+The very opener and intelligencer
+Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven
+And our dull workings. O, who shall believe
+But you misuse the reverence of your place,
+Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
+As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
+In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up,
+Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
+The subjects of his substitute, my father,
+And both against the peace of heaven and him
+Have here up-swarm'd them.
++Good my Lord of Lancaster,+ +MOWBRAY +
+I am not here against your father's peace;
+But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
+The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,
+Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form,
+To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
+The parcels and particulars of our grief,
+The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court,
+Whereon this Hydra son of war is born;
+Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
+With grant of our most just and right desires,
+And true obedience, of this madness cured,
+Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
++If not, we ready are to try our fortunes+ +HASTINGS +
+To the last man.
++ And though we here fall down,+ +LANCASTER +
+We have supplies to second our attempt:
+If they miscarry, theirs shall second them;
+And so success of mischief shall be born
+And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
+Whiles England shall have generation.
++You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,+ +WESTMORELAND +
+To sound the bottom of the after-times.
++Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly+ +LANCASTER +
+How far forth you do like their articles.
++I like them all, and do allow them well,+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
+My father's purposes have been mistook,
+And some about him have too lavishly
+Wrested his meaning and authority.
+My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
+Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
+Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
+As we will ours: and here between the armies
+Let's drink together friendly and embrace,
+That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
+Of our restored love and amity.
++I take your princely word for these redresses.+ +LANCASTER +
++I give it you, and will maintain my word:+ +HASTINGS +
+And thereupon I drink unto your grace.
++Go, captain, and deliver to the army+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+This news of peace: let them have pay, and part:
+I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.
+Exit Officer
++To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what pains+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
+You would drink freely: but my love to ye
+Shall show itself more openly hereafter.
++I do not doubt you.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++I am glad of it.+ +MOWBRAY +
+Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.
++You wish me health in very happy season;+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+For I am, on the sudden, something ill.
++Against ill chances men are ever merry;+ +WESTMORELAND +
+But heaviness foreruns the good event.
++Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+Serves to say thus, 'some good thing comes
+to-morrow.'
++Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.+ +MOWBRAY +
++So much the worse, if your own rule be true.+ +LANCASTER +
+Shouts within
++The word of peace is render'd: hark, how they shout!+ +MOWBRAY +
++This had been cheerful after victory.+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
++A peace is of the nature of a conquest;+ +LANCASTER +
+For then both parties nobly are subdued,
+And neither party loser.
++Go, my lord,+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+And let our army be discharged too.
+Exit WESTMORELAND
+And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
+March, by us, that we may peruse the men
+We should have coped withal.
++Go, good Lord Hastings,+ +LANCASTER +
+And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by.
+Exit HASTINGS
++I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Re-enter WESTMORELAND
+Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
++The leaders, having charge from you to stand,+ +LANCASTER +
+Will not go off until they hear you speak.
++They know their duties.+ +HASTINGS +
+Re-enter HASTINGS
++My lord, our army is dispersed already;+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses
+East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
+Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.
++Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which+ +MOWBRAY +
+I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:
+And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
+Of capitol treason I attach you both.
++Is this proceeding just and honourable?+ +WESTMORELAND +
++Is your assembly so?+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
++Will you thus break your faith?+ +LANCASTER +
++I pawn'd thee none:+
+I promised you redress of these same grievances
+Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
+I will perform with a most Christian care.
+But for you, rebels, look to taste the due
+Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
+Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
+Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence.
+Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray:
+God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.
+Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
+Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/2henryvi.2.2.html b/shakespeare/html/2henryvi.2.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..aa116c08ff3d0a75c0544345d5400c9ada1e05cf --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/2henryvi.2.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,190 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden.
+ ++Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK ++ +YORK ++Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,+ +SALISBURY +
+Our simple supper ended, give me leave
+In this close walk to satisfy myself,
+In craving your opinion of my title,
+Which is infallible, to England's crown.
++My lord, I long to hear it at full.+ +WARWICK +
++Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,+ +YORK +
+The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
++Then thus:+ +WARWICK +
+Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
+The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;
+The second, William of Hatfield, and the third,
+Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom
+Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
+The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;
+The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;
+William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
+Edward the Black Prince died before his father
+And left behind him Richard, his only son,
+Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king;
+Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
+The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
+Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
+Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king,
+Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,
+And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
+Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.
++Father, the duke hath told the truth:+ +YORK +
+Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
++Which now they hold by force and not by right;+ +SALISBURY +
+For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,
+The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
++But William of Hatfield died without an heir.+ +YORK +
++The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line+ +SALISBURY +
+I claimed the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter,
+Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:
+Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
+Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor.
++This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,+ +YORK +
+As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;
+And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
+Who kept him in captivity till he died.
+But to the rest.
++ His eldest sister, Anne,+ +WARWICK +
+My mother, being heir unto the crown
+Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son
+To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
+By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
+To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
+Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
+Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence:
+So, if the issue of the elder son
+Succeed before the younger, I am king.
++What plain proceeding is more plain than this?+ +BOTH +
+Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
+The fourth son; York claims it from the third.
+Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:
+It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee
+And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
+Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together;
+And in this private plot be we the first
+That shall salute our rightful sovereign
+With honour of his birthright to the crown.
++Long live our sovereign Richard, England's king!+ +YORK +
++We thank you, lords. But I am not your king+ +SALISBURY +
+Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd
+With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
+And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
+But with advice and silent secrecy.
+Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
+Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
+At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
+At Buckingham and all the crew of them,
+Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock,
+That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:
+'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that
+Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
++My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.+ +WARWICK +
++My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick+ +YORK +
+Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
++And, Nevil, this I do assure myself:+
+Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
+The greatest man in England but the king.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/2henryvi.4.8.html b/shakespeare/html/2henryvi.4.8.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..67e605b4008bc57bd1276b5f4a65a2a9392b2e0d --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/2henryvi.4.8.html @@ -0,0 +1,155 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VIII. Southwark. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 8 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VIII. Southwark.
+ ++Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his rabblement ++ +CADE ++Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! Kill+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+and knock down! throw them into Thames!
+Sound a parley
+What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to
+sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?
+Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD, attended
++Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:+ +CLIFFORD +
+Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
+Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
+And here pronounce free pardon to them all
+That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
++What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,+ +ALL +
+And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
+Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
+Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
+Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
+Who hateth him and honours not his father,
+Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
+Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
++God save the king! God save the king!+ +CADE +
++What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And+ +ALL +
+you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you
+needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?
+Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates,
+that you should leave me at the White Hart in
+Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out
+these arms till you had recovered your ancient
+freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards,
+and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let
+them break your backs with burthens, take your
+houses over your heads, ravish your wives and
+daughters before your faces: for me, I will make
+shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you
+all!
++We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!+ +CLIFFORD +
++Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,+ +ALL +
+That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
+Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
+And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
+Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
+Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
+Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
+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,
+Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
+Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
+Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
+To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
+Spare England, for it is your native coast;
+Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
+God on our side, doubt not of victory.
++A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king and Clifford.+ +CADE +
++Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them
+to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me
+desolate. I see them lay their heads together to
+surprise me. My sword make way for me, for here is
+no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have
+through the very middest of you? and heavens and
+honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me.
+but only my followers' base and ignominious
+treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
+Exit
++What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;+
+And he that brings his head unto the king
+Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
+Exeunt some of them
+Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean
+To reconcile you all unto the king.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/3henryvi.4.3.html b/shakespeare/html/3henryvi.4.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..119f3515b5c931580ed11a5ed3030a3b63430be4 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/3henryvi.4.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,206 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 8 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.
+ ++Enter three Watchmen, to guard KING EDWARD IV's tent ++ +First Watchman ++Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:+ +Second Watchman +
+The king by this is set him down to sleep.
++What, will he not to bed?+ +First Watchman +
++Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow+ +Second Watchman +
+Never to lie and take his natural rest
+Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
++To-morrow then belike shall be the day,+ +Third Watchman +
+If Warwick be so near as men report.
++But say, I pray, what nobleman is that+ +First Watchman +
+That with the king here resteth in his tent?
++'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.+ +Third Watchman +
++O, is it so? But why commands the king+ +Second Watchman +
+That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
+While he himself keeps in the cold field?
++'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.+ +Third Watchman +
++Ay, but give me worship and quietness;+ +First Watchman +
+I like it better than a dangerous honour.
+If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
+'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
++Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.+ +Second Watchman +
++Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent,+ +WARWICK +
+But to defend his person from night-foes?
+Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and French soldiers, silent all
++This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.+ +First Watchman +
+Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
+But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
++Who goes there?+ +Second Watchman +
++Stay, or thou diest!+ +SOMERSET +
+WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and set upon the Guard, who fly, crying, 'Arm! arm!' WARWICK and the rest following them
+The drum playing and trumpet sounding, reenter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest, bringing KING EDWARD IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. RICHARD and HASTINGS fly over the stage
++What are they that fly there?+ +WARWICK +
++Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++ The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,+ +WARWICK +
+Thou call'dst me king.
++Ay, but the case is alter'd:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+When you disgraced me in my embassade,
+Then I degraded you from being king,
+And come now to create you Duke of York.
+Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,
+That know not how to use ambassadors,
+Nor how to be contented with one wife,
+Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
+Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
+Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
++Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?+ +WARWICK +
+Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.
+Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
+Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
+Edward will always bear himself as king:
+Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
+My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
++Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Takes off his crown
+But Henry now shall wear the English crown,
+And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.
+My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
+See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd
+Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
+When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
+I'll follow you, and tell what answer
+Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
+Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
+They lead him out forcibly
++What fates impose, that men must needs abide;+ +OXFORD +
+It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
+Exit, guarded
++What now remains, my lords, for us to do+ +WARWICK +
+But march to London with our soldiers?
++Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;+
+To free King Henry from imprisonment
+And see him seated in the regal throne.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/3henryvi.5.7.html b/shakespeare/html/3henryvi.5.7.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..44f7cf45ec1284803517242afab6604b31ef1599 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/3henryvi.5.7.html @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +3 KING HENRY VI, Act 5 Scene 7 + + + + + + ++
+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 5, Scene 7 +
+ Previous scene + +SCENE VII. London. The palace.
++
Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants+KING EDWARD IV +
Once more we sit in England's royal throne,+
+Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
+What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
+Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
+Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
+For hardy and undoubted champions;
+Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
+And two Northumberlands; two braver men
+Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
+With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
+That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
+And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
+Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
+And made our footstool of security.
+Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.
+Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
+Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,
+Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
+That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
+And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
+
+GLOUCESTER +
[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;+
+For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
+This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
+And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
+Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
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.
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH +
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,
+And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Now am I seated as my soul delights,+
+Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
+
+CLARENCE +
What will your grace have done with Margaret?+
+Reignier, her father, to the king of France
+Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
+And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Away with her, and waft her hence to France.+
+And now what rests but that we spend the time
+With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
+Such as befits the pleasure of the court?
+Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
+For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
+
+Exeunt+ diff --git a/shakespeare/html/allswell.1.2.html b/shakespeare/html/allswell.1.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a217a8e1e007d3ed05a1aee0fc8814edab2bf038 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/allswell.1.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,202 @@ + + + +SCENE II. Paris. The KING's palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +All's Well That Ends Well + + Shakespeare homepage + | All's Well That Ends Well + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Paris. The KING's palace.
+ ++Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING of France, with letters, and divers Attendants ++ +KING ++The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears;+ +First Lord +
+Have fought with equal fortune and continue
+A braving war.
++ So 'tis reported, sir.+ +KING +
++Nay, 'tis most credible; we here received it+ +First Lord +
+A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
+With caution that the Florentine will move us
+For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
+Prejudicates the business and would seem
+To have us make denial.
++His love and wisdom,+ +KING +
+Approved so to your majesty, may plead
+For amplest credence.
++He hath arm'd our answer,+ +Second Lord +
+And Florence is denied before he comes:
+Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
+The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
+To stand on either part.
++It well may serve+ +KING +
+A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
+For breathing and exploit.
++What's he comes here?+ +First Lord +
+Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES
++It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord,+ +KING +
+Young Bertram.
++ Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;+ +BERTRAM +
+Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
+Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts
+Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
++My thanks and duty are your majesty's.+ +KING +
++I would I had that corporal soundness now,+ +BERTRAM +
+As when thy father and myself in friendship
+First tried our soldiership! He did look far
+Into the service of the time and was
+Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long;
+But on us both did haggish age steal on
+And wore us out of act. It much repairs me
+To talk of your good father. In his youth
+He had the wit which I can well observe
+To-day in our young lords; but they may jest
+Till their own scorn return to them unnoted
+Ere they can hide their levity in honour;
+So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness
+Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,
+His equal had awaked them, and his honour,
+Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
+Exception bid him speak, and at this time
+His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him
+He used as creatures of another place
+And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
+Making them proud of his humility,
+In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man
+Might be a copy to these younger times;
+Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now
+But goers backward.
++His good remembrance, sir,+ +KING +
+Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb;
+So in approof lives not his epitaph
+As in your royal speech.
++Would I were with him! He would always say--+ +Second Lord +
+Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words
+He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
+To grow there and to bear,--'Let me not live,'--
+This his good melancholy oft began,
+On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
+When it was out,--'Let me not live,' quoth he,
+'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
+Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
+All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
+Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
+Expire before their fashions.' This he wish'd;
+I after him do after him wish too,
+Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
+I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
+To give some labourers room.
++You are loved, sir:+ +KING +
+They that least lend it you shall lack you first.
++I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,+ +BERTRAM +
+Since the physician at your father's died?
+He was much famed.
++ Some six months since, my lord.+ +KING +
++If he were living, I would try him yet.+ +BERTRAM +
+Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out
+With several applications; nature and sickness
+Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count;
+My son's no dearer.
++Thank your majesty.+
+Exeunt. Flourish
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/allswell.3.3.html b/shakespeare/html/allswell.3.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..90185b73600520055d57f189e83469f8b03f0f10 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/allswell.3.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | All's Well That Ends Well + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Florence. Before the DUKE's palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +All's Well That Ends Well + + Shakespeare homepage + | All's Well That Ends Well + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Florence. Before the DUKE's palace.
+ ++Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets ++ +DUKE ++The general of our horse thou art; and we,+ +BERTRAM +
+Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
+Upon thy promising fortune.
++Sir, it is+ +DUKE +
+A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
+We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
+To the extreme edge of hazard.
++Then go thou forth;+ +BERTRAM +
+And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
+As thy auspicious mistress!
++This very day,+
+Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
+Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
+A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/allswell.4.1.html b/shakespeare/html/allswell.4.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e928797986dfeb107e5cfe001ea43ac0fabae14e --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/allswell.4.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,313 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | All's Well That Ends Well + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Without the Florentine camp. + + + + + + ++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Without the Florentine camp.
+ ++Enter Second French Lord, with five or six other Soldiers in ambush ++ +Second Lord ++He can come no other way but by this hedge-corner.+ +First Soldier +
+When you sally upon him, speak what terrible
+language you will: though you understand it not
+yourselves, no matter; for we must not seem to
+understand him, unless some one among us whom we
+must produce for an interpreter.
++Good captain, let me be the interpreter.+ +Second Lord +
++Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice?+ +First Soldier +
++No, sir, I warrant you.+ +Second Lord +
++But what linsey-woolsey hast thou to speak to us again?+ +First Soldier +
++E'en such as you speak to me.+ +Second Lord +
++He must think us some band of strangers i' the+ +PAROLLES +
+adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of
+all neighbouring languages; therefore we must every
+one be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we
+speak one to another; so we seem to know, is to
+know straight our purpose: choughs' language,
+gabble enough, and good enough. As for you,
+interpreter, you must seem very politic. But couch,
+ho! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a sleep,
+and then to return and swear the lies he forges.
+Enter PAROLLES
++Ten o'clock: within these three hours 'twill be+ +Second Lord +
+time enough to go home. What shall I say I have
+done? It must be a very plausive invention that
+carries it: they begin to smoke me; and disgraces
+have of late knocked too often at my door. I find
+my tongue is too foolhardy; but my heart hath the
+fear of Mars before it and of his creatures, not
+daring the reports of my tongue.
++This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue+ +PAROLLES +
+was guilty of.
++What the devil should move me to undertake the+ +Second Lord +
+recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the
+impossibility, and knowing I had no such purpose? I
+must give myself some hurts, and say I got them in
+exploit: yet slight ones will not carry it; they
+will say, 'Came you off with so little?' and great
+ones I dare not give. Wherefore, what's the
+instance? Tongue, I must put you into a
+butter-woman's mouth and buy myself another of
+Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils.
++Is it possible he should know what he is, and be+ +PAROLLES +
+that he is?
++I would the cutting of my garments would serve the+ +Second Lord +
+turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword.
++We cannot afford you so.+ +PAROLLES +
++Or the baring of my beard; and to say it was in+ +Second Lord +
+stratagem.
++'Twould not do.+ +PAROLLES +
++Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped.+ +Second Lord +
++Hardly serve.+ +PAROLLES +
++Though I swore I leaped from the window of the citadel.+ +Second Lord +
++How deep?+ +PAROLLES +
++Thirty fathom.+ +Second Lord +
++Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed.+ +PAROLLES +
++I would I had any drum of the enemy's: I would swear+ +Second Lord +
+I recovered it.
++You shall hear one anon.+ +PAROLLES +
++A drum now of the enemy's,--+ +Second Lord +
+Alarum within
++Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.+ +All +
++Cargo, cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo.+ +PAROLLES +
++O, ransom, ransom! do not hide mine eyes.+ +First Soldier +
+They seize and blindfold him
++Boskos thromuldo boskos.+ +PAROLLES +
++I know you are the Muskos' regiment:+ +First Soldier +
+And I shall lose my life for want of language;
+If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch,
+Italian, or French, let him speak to me; I'll
+Discover that which shall undo the Florentine.
++Boskos vauvado: I understand thee, and can speak+ +PAROLLES +
+thy tongue. Kerely bonto, sir, betake thee to thy
+faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.
++O!+ +First Soldier +
++O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche.+ +Second Lord +
++Oscorbidulchos volivorco.+ +First Soldier +
++The general is content to spare thee yet;+ +PAROLLES +
+And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on
+To gather from thee: haply thou mayst inform
+Something to save thy life.
++O, let me live!+ +First Soldier +
+And all the secrets of our camp I'll show,
+Their force, their purposes; nay, I'll speak that
+Which you will wonder at.
++But wilt thou faithfully?+ +PAROLLES +
++If I do not, damn me.+ +First Soldier +
++Acordo linta.+ +Second Lord +
+Come on; thou art granted space.
+Exit, with PAROLLES guarded. A short alarum within
++Go, tell the Count Rousillon, and my brother,+ +Second Soldier +
+We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled
+Till we do hear from them.
++Captain, I will.+ +Second Lord +
++A' will betray us all unto ourselves:+ +Second Soldier +
+Inform on that.
++ So I will, sir.+ +Second Lord +
++Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/allswellthatendswell.html b/shakespeare/html/allswellthatendswell.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a04ef06c429d3e32ec953776e986a903724014fe --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/allswellthatendswell.html @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | All's Well That Ends Well + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +All's Well That Ends Well: List of Scenes + + + + + + ++
+ +All's Well That Ends Well + + Shakespeare homepage + | All's Well That Ends Well + Entire play in one page
+ ++Act 1, Scene 1: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+Act 1, Scene 2: Paris. The KING's palace.
+Act 1, Scene 3: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
++Act 2, Scene 1: Paris. The KING's palace.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Paris. The KING's palace.
+Act 2, Scene 4: Paris. The KING's palace.
+Act 2, Scene 5: Paris. The KING's palace.
++Act 3, Scene 1: Florence. The DUKE's palace.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+Act 3, Scene 3: Florence. Before the DUKE's palace.
+Act 3, Scene 4: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+Act 3, Scene 5: Florence. Without the walls. A tucket afar off.
+Act 3, Scene 6: Camp before Florence.
+Act 3, Scene 7: Florence. The Widow's house.
++Act 4, Scene 1: Without the Florentine camp.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Florence. The Widow's house.
+Act 4, Scene 3: The Florentine camp.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Florence. The Widow's house.
+Act 4, Scene 5: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
++Act 5, Scene 1: Marseilles. A street.
+
+Act 5, Scene 2: Rousillon. Before the COUNT's palace.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+ + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/asyoulikeit.1.1.html b/shakespeare/html/asyoulikeit.1.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9ef31e3b738ece114cdcb7ec592139462d9c79a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/asyoulikeit.1.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,373 @@ + + +SCENE I. Orchard of Oliver's house. + + + + + + ++
+ +As You Like It + + Shakespeare homepage + | As You Like It + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE I. Orchard of Oliver's house.
+ ++Enter ORLANDO and ADAM ++ +ORLANDO ++As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion+ +ADAM +
+bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns,
+and, as thou sayest, charged my brother, on his
+blessing, to breed me well: and there begins my
+sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and
+report speaks goldenly of his profit: for my part,
+he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more
+properly, stays me here at home unkept; for call you
+that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that
+differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses
+are bred better; for, besides that they are fair
+with their feeding, they are taught their manage,
+and to that end riders dearly hired: but I, his
+brother, gain nothing under him but growth; for the
+which his animals on his dunghills are as much
+bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that he so
+plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave
+me his countenance seems to take from me: he lets
+me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a
+brother, and, as much as in him lies, mines my
+gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that
+grieves me; and the spirit of my father, which I
+think is within me, begins to mutiny against this
+servitude: I will no longer endure it, though yet I
+know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
++Yonder comes my master, your brother.+ +ORLANDO +
++Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will+ +OLIVER +
+shake me up.
+Enter OLIVER
++Now, sir! what make you here?+ +ORLANDO +
++Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.+ +OLIVER +
++What mar you then, sir?+ +ORLANDO +
++Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God+ +OLIVER +
+made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.
++Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile.+ +ORLANDO +
++Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them?+ +OLIVER +
+What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should
+come to such penury?
++Know you where your are, sir?+ +ORLANDO +
++O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.+ +OLIVER +
++Know you before whom, sir?+ +ORLANDO +
++Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know+ +OLIVER +
+you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle
+condition of blood, you should so know me. The
+courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that
+you are the first-born; but the same tradition
+takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers
+betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me as
+you; albeit, I confess, your coming before me is
+nearer to his reverence.
++What, boy!+ +ORLANDO +
++Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.+ +OLIVER +
++Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?+ +ORLANDO +
++I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir+ +ADAM +
+Rowland de Boys; he was my father, and he is thrice
+a villain that says such a father begot villains.
+Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand
+from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy
+tongue for saying so: thou hast railed on thyself.
++Sweet masters, be patient: for your father's+ +OLIVER +
+remembrance, be at accord.
++Let me go, I say.+ +ORLANDO +
++I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. My+ +OLIVER +
+father charged you in his will to give me good
+education: you have trained me like a peasant,
+obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like
+qualities. The spirit of my father grows strong in
+me, and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow
+me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or
+give me the poor allottery my father left me by
+testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes.
++And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent?+ +ORLANDO +
+Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled
+with you; you shall have some part of your will: I
+pray you, leave me.
++I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good.+ +OLIVER +
++Get you with him, you old dog.+ +ADAM +
++Is 'old dog' my reward? Most true, I have lost my+ +OLIVER +
+teeth in your service. God be with my old master!
+he would not have spoke such a word.
+Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM
++Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? I will+ +DENNIS +
+physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand
+crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!
+Enter DENNIS
++Calls your worship?+ +OLIVER +
++Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to speak with me?+ +DENNIS +
++So please you, he is here at the door and importunes+ +OLIVER +
+access to you.
++Call him in.+ +CHARLES +
+Exit DENNIS
+'Twill be a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.
+Enter CHARLES
++Good morrow to your worship.+ +OLIVER +
++Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new news at the+ +CHARLES +
+new court?
++There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news:+ +OLIVER +
+that is, the old duke is banished by his younger
+brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords
+have put themselves into voluntary exile with him,
+whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke;
+therefore he gives them good leave to wander.
++Can you tell if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be+ +CHARLES +
+banished with her father?
++O, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves+ +OLIVER +
+her, being ever from their cradles bred together,
+that she would have followed her exile, or have died
+to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no
+less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and
+never two ladies loved as they do.
++Where will the old duke live?+ +CHARLES +
++They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and+ +OLIVER +
+a many merry men with him; and there they live like
+the old Robin Hood of England: they say many young
+gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time
+carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
++What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new duke?+ +CHARLES +
++Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a+ +OLIVER +
+matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand
+that your younger brother Orlando hath a disposition
+to come in disguised against me to try a fall.
+To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that
+escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit him
+well. Your brother is but young and tender; and,
+for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I
+must, for my own honour, if he come in: therefore,
+out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you
+withal, that either you might stay him from his
+intendment or brook such disgrace well as he shall
+run into, in that it is a thing of his own search
+and altogether against my will.
++Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which+ +CHARLES +
+thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had
+myself notice of my brother's purpose herein and
+have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from
+it, but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles:
+it is the stubbornest young fellow of France, full
+of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's
+good parts, a secret and villanous contriver against
+me his natural brother: therefore use thy
+discretion; I had as lief thou didst break his neck
+as his finger. And thou wert best look to't; for if
+thou dost him any slight disgrace or if he do not
+mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise
+against thee by poison, entrap thee by some
+treacherous device and never leave thee till he
+hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other;
+for, I assure thee, and almost with tears I speak
+it, there is not one so young and so villanous this
+day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but
+should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must
+blush and weep and thou must look pale and wonder.
++I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come+ +OLIVER +
+to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: if ever he go
+alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more: and
+so God keep your worship!
++Farewell, good Charles.+
+Exit CHARLES
+Now will I stir this gamester: I hope I shall see
+an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not why,
+hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle, never
+schooled and yet learned, full of noble device, of
+all sorts enchantingly beloved, and indeed so much
+in the heart of the world, and especially of my own
+people, who best know him, that I am altogether
+misprised: but it shall not be so long; this
+wrestler shall clear all: nothing remains but that
+I kindle the boy thither; which now I'll go about.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/asyoulikeit.4.2.html b/shakespeare/html/asyoulikeit.4.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..70ff32055f6cea079b373ccc3d36599e1216e07f --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/asyoulikeit.4.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | As You Like It + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE II. The forest. + + + + + + ++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The forest.
+ ++Enter JAQUES, Lords, and Foresters ++ +JAQUES ++Which is he that killed the deer?+ +A Lord +
++Sir, it was I.+ +JAQUES +
++Let's present him to the duke, like a Roman+ +Forester +
+conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's
+horns upon his head, for a branch of victory. Have
+you no song, forester, for this purpose?
++Yes, sir.+ +JAQUES +
++Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it+ +Forester +
+make noise enough.
+SONG.
++What shall he have that kill'd the deer?+
+His leather skin and horns to wear.
+Then sing him home;
+The rest shall bear this burden
+Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
+It was a crest ere thou wast born:
+Thy father's father wore it,
+And thy father bore it:
+The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
+Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.2.6.html b/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.2.6.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9842b43289352cb951b5810565fac618053a64da --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.2.6.html @@ -0,0 +1,485 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | As You Like It + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
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+ +Antony and Cleopatra + + Shakespeare homepage + | Antony and Cleopatra + | Act 2, Scene 6 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VI. Near Misenum.
+ ++Flourish. Enter POMPEY and MENAS at one door, with drum and trumpet: at another, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, MECAENAS, with Soldiers marching ++ +POMPEY ++Your hostages I have, so have you mine;+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+And we shall talk before we fight.
++Most meet+ +POMPEY +
+That first we come to words; and therefore have we
+Our written purposes before us sent;
+Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know
+If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,
+And carry back to Sicily much tall youth
+That else must perish here.
++To you all three,+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+The senators alone of this great world,
+Chief factors for the gods, I do not know
+Wherefore my father should revengers want,
+Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar,
+Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
+There saw you labouring for him. What was't
+That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what
+Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus,
+With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous freedom,
+To drench the Capitol; but that they would
+Have one man but a man? And that is it
+Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burthen
+The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
+To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
+Cast on my noble father.
++Take your time.+ +MARK ANTONY +
++Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails;+ +POMPEY +
+We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st
+How much we do o'er-count thee.
++At land, indeed,+ +LEPIDUS +
+Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house:
+But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself,
+Remain in't as thou mayst.
++Be pleased to tell us--+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+For this is from the present--how you take
+The offers we have sent you.
++There's the point.+ +MARK ANTONY +
++Which do not be entreated to, but weigh+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+What it is worth embraced.
++And what may follow,+ +POMPEY +
+To try a larger fortune.
++You have made me offer+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR + +MARK ANTONY + +LEPIDUS +
+Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
+Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send
+Measures of wheat to Rome; this 'greed upon
+To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
+Our targes undinted.
++That's our offer.+ +POMPEY +
++Know, then,+ +MARK ANTONY +
+I came before you here a man prepared
+To take this offer: but Mark Antony
+Put me to some impatience: though I lose
+The praise of it by telling, you must know,
+When Caesar and your brother were at blows,
+Your mother came to Sicily and did find
+Her welcome friendly.
++I have heard it, Pompey;+ +POMPEY +
+And am well studied for a liberal thanks
+Which I do owe you.
++Let me have your hand:+ +MARK ANTONY +
+I did not think, sir, to have met you here.
++The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you,+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither;
+For I have gain'd by 't.
++Since I saw you last,+ +POMPEY +
+There is a change upon you.
++Well, I know not+ +LEPIDUS +
+What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
+But in my bosom shall she never come,
+To make my heart her vassal.
++Well met here.+ +POMPEY +
++I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed:+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+I crave our composition may be written,
+And seal'd between us.
++That's the next to do.+ +POMPEY +
++We'll feast each other ere we part; and let's+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Draw lots who shall begin.
++That will I, Pompey.+ +POMPEY +
++No, Antony, take the lot: but, first+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
+Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
+Grew fat with feasting there.
++You have heard much.+ +POMPEY +
++I have fair meanings, sir.+ +MARK ANTONY +
++And fair words to them.+ +POMPEY +
++Then so much have I heard:+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
+And I have heard, Apollodorus carried--
++No more of that: he did so.+ +POMPEY +
++What, I pray you?+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.+ +POMPEY +
++I know thee now: how farest thou, soldier?+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++Well;+ +POMPEY +
+And well am like to do; for, I perceive,
+Four feasts are toward.
++Let me shake thy hand;+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
+I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight,
+When I have envied thy behavior.
++Sir,+ +POMPEY +
+I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye,
+When you have well deserved ten times as much
+As I have said you did.
++Enjoy thy plainness,+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR + +MARK ANTONY + +LEPIDUS +
+It nothing ill becomes thee.
+Aboard my galley I invite you all:
+Will you lead, lords?
++Show us the way, sir.+ +POMPEY +
++Come.+ +MENAS +
+Exeunt all but MENAS and ENOBARBUS
++[Aside] Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
+made this treaty.--You and I have known, sir.
++At sea, I think.+ +MENAS +
++We have, sir.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++You have done well by water.+ +MENAS +
++And you by land.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++I will praise any man that will praise me; though it+ +MENAS +
+cannot be denied what I have done by land.
++Nor what I have done by water.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++Yes, something you can deny for your own+ +MENAS +
+safety: you have been a great thief by sea.
++And you by land.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++There I deny my land service. But give me your+ +MENAS +
+hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here they
+might take two thieves kissing.
++All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++But there is never a fair woman has a true face.+ +MENAS +
++No slander; they steal hearts.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++We came hither to fight with you.+ +MENAS +
++For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
+Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
++If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.+ +MENAS +
++You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
+here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
++Caesar's sister is called Octavia.+ +MENAS +
++True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius.+ +MENAS +
++Pray ye, sir?+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++'Tis true.+ +MENAS +
++Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would+ +MENAS +
+not prophesy so.
++I think the policy of that purpose made more in the+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
+marriage than the love of the parties.
++I think so too. But you shall find, the band that+ +MENAS +
+seems to tie their friendship together will be the
+very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of a
+holy, cold, and still conversation.
++Who would not have his wife so?+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++Not he that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony.+ +MENAS +
+He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the
+sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar; and, as
+I said before, that which is the strength of their
+amity shall prove the immediate author of their
+variance. Antony will use his affection where it is:
+he married but his occasion here.
++And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard?+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
+I have a health for you.
++I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt.+ +MENAS +
++Come, let's away.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.3.11.html b/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.3.11.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..755f4d970962b58cf3ad7e023ab9907fbdb30b68 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.3.11.html @@ -0,0 +1,238 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Antony and Cleopatra + | Act 2, Scene 6 +
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+ +Antony and Cleopatra + + Shakespeare homepage + | Antony and Cleopatra + | Act 3, Scene 11 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE XI. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.
+ ++Enter MARK ANTONY with Attendants ++ +MARK ANTONY ++Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon't;+ +All +
+It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come hither:
+I am so lated in the world, that I
+Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship
+Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly,
+And make your peace with Caesar.
++Fly! not we.+ +MARK ANTONY +
++I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards+ +EROS +
+To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone;
+I have myself resolved upon a course
+Which has no need of you; be gone:
+My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O,
+I follow'd that I blush to look upon:
+My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
+Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
+For fear and doting. Friends, be gone: you shall
+Have letters from me to some friends that will
+Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
+Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint
+Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
+Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway:
+I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
+Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you now:
+Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command,
+Therefore I pray you: I'll see you by and by.
+Sits down
+Enter CLEOPATRA led by CHARMIAN and IRAS; EROS following
++Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.+ +IRAS +
++Do, most dear queen.+ +CHARMIAN +
++Do! why: what else?+ +CLEOPATRA +
++Let me sit down. O Juno!+ +MARK ANTONY +
++No, no, no, no, no.+ +EROS +
++See you here, sir?+ +MARK ANTONY +
++O fie, fie, fie!+ +CHARMIAN +
++Madam!+ +IRAS +
++Madam, O good empress!+ +EROS +
++Sir, sir,--+ +MARK ANTONY +
++Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept+ +CLEOPATRA +
+His sword e'en like a dancer; while I struck
+The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I
+That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
+Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practise had
+In the brave squares of war: yet now--No matter.
++Ah, stand by.+ +EROS +
++The queen, my lord, the queen.+ +IRAS +
++Go to him, madam, speak to him:+ +CLEOPATRA +
+He is unqualitied with very shame.
++Well then, sustain him: O!+ +EROS +
++Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches:+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Her head's declined, and death will seize her, but
+Your comfort makes the rescue.
++I have offended reputation,+ +EROS +
+A most unnoble swerving.
++Sir, the queen.+ +MARK ANTONY +
++O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,+ +CLEOPATRA +
+How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
+By looking back what I have left behind
+'Stroy'd in dishonour.
++O my lord, my lord,+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
+You would have follow'd.
++Egypt, thou knew'st too well+ +CLEOPATRA +
+My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
+And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit
+Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
+Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
+Command me.
++ O, my pardon!+ +MARK ANTONY +
++Now I must+ +CLEOPATRA +
+To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
+And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
+With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleased,
+Making and marring fortunes. You did know
+How much you were my conqueror; and that
+My sword, made weak by my affection, would
+Obey it on all cause.
++Pardon, pardon!+ +MARK ANTONY +
++Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates+
+All that is won and lost: give me a kiss;
+Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster;
+Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead.
+Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows
+We scorn her most when most she offers blows.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.3.2.html b/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.3.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ef5d10cd5dbdd3cce2722d5af07b70bed4cd02a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.3.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Antony and Cleopatra + | Act 3, Scene 11 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Rome. An ante-chamber in OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house. + + + + + + ++
+ +Antony and Cleopatra + + Shakespeare homepage + | Antony and Cleopatra + | Act 3, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Rome. An ante-chamber in OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
+ ++Enter AGRIPPA at one door, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS at another ++ +AGRIPPA ++What, are the brothers parted?+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone;+ +AGRIPPA +
+The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
+To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus,
+Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
+With the green sickness.
++'Tis a noble Lepidus.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!+ +AGRIPPA +
++Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.+ +AGRIPPA +
++What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!+ +AGRIPPA +
++O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no further.+ +AGRIPPA +
++Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:+ +AGRIPPA +
+Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards,
+poets, cannot
+Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho!
+His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
+Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.
++Both he loves.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++They are his shards, and he their beetle.+ +AGRIPPA +
+Trumpets within
+So;
+This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
++Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA
++No further, sir.+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
++You take from me a great part of myself;+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife
+As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band
+Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,
+Let not the piece of virtue, which is set
+Betwixt us as the cement of our love,
+To keep it builded, be the ram to batter
+The fortress of it; for better might we
+Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
+This be not cherish'd.
++Make me not offended+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+In your distrust.
++ I have said.+ +MARK ANTONY +
++You shall not find,+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+Though you be therein curious, the least cause
+For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you,
+And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
+We will here part.
++Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:+ +OCTAVIA +
+The elements be kind to thee, and make
+Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
++My noble brother!+ +MARK ANTONY +
++The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,+ +OCTAVIA +
+And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
++Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
++What, Octavia?+ +OCTAVIA +
++ I'll tell you in your ear.+ +MARK ANTONY +
++Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
+Her heart inform her tongue,--the swan's
+down-feather,
+That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
+And neither way inclines.
++[Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar weep?+ +AGRIPPA +
++[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] He has a cloud in 's face.+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
++[Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for that,+ +AGRIPPA +
+were he a horse;
+So is he, being a man.
++[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] Why, Enobarbus,+ +DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS +
+When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
+He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
+When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
++[Aside to AGRIPPA] That year, indeed, he was+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+troubled with a rheum;
+What willingly he did confound he wail'd,
+Believe't, till I wept too.
++No, sweet Octavia,+ +MARK ANTONY +
+You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
+Out-go my thinking on you.
++Come, sir, come;+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
+Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
+And give you to the gods.
++Adieu; be happy!+ +LEPIDUS +
++Let all the number of the stars give light+ +OCTAVIUS CAESAR +
+To thy fair way!
++Farewell, fa rewell!+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Kisses OCTAVIA
++Farewell!+
+Trumpets sound. Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.4.15.html b/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.4.15.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..532f5d56eb43de2a2c5ab9d5789c93187bc380bc --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/cleopatra.4.15.html @@ -0,0 +1,266 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Antony and Cleopatra + | Act 3, Scene 2 +
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+ +Antony and Cleopatra + + Shakespeare homepage + | Antony and Cleopatra + | Act 4, Scene 15 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE XV. The same. A monument.
+ ++Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft, with CHARMIAN and IRAS ++ +CLEOPATRA ++O Charmian, I will never go from hence.+ +CHARMIAN +
++Be comforted, dear madam.+ +CLEOPATRA +
++No, I will not:+ +DIOMEDES +
+All strange and terrible events are welcome,
+But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
+Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
+As that which makes it.
+Enter, below, DIOMEDES
+How now! is he dead?
++His death's upon him, but not dead.+ +CLEOPATRA +
+Look out o' the other side your monument;
+His guard have brought him thither.
+Enter, below, MARK ANTONY, borne by the Guard
++O sun,+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Burn the great sphere thou movest in!
+darkling stand
+The varying shore o' the world. O Antony,
+Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;
+Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
++Peace!+ +CLEOPATRA +
+Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
+But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
++So it should be, that none but Antony+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
++I am dying, Egypt, dying; only+ +CLEOPATRA +
+I here importune death awhile, until
+Of many thousand kisses the poor last
+I lay up thy lips.
++ I dare not, dear,--+ +MARK ANTONY +
+Dear my lord, pardon,--I dare not,
+Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
+Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall
+Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs,
+serpents, have
+Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
+Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
+And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
+Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,--
+Help me, my women,--we must draw thee up:
+Assist, good friends.
++O, quick, or I am gone.+ +CLEOPATRA +
++Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!+ +All +
+Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
+That makes the weight: had I great Juno's power,
+The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
+And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,--
+Wishes were ever fools,--O, come, come, come;
+They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA
+And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived:
+Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power,
+Thus would I wear them out.
++A heavy sight!+ +MARK ANTONY +
++I am dying, Egypt, dying:+ +CLEOPATRA +
+Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
++No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,+ +MARK ANTONY +
+That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel,
+Provoked by my offence.
++One word, sweet queen:+ +CLEOPATRA +
+Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
++They do not go together.+ +MARK ANTONY +
++Gentle, hear me:+ +CLEOPATRA +
+None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
++My resolution and my hands I'll trust;+ +MARK ANTONY +
+None about Caesar.
++The miserable change now at my end+ +CLEOPATRA +
+Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
+In feeding them with those my former fortunes
+Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world,
+The noblest; and do now not basely die,
+Not cowardly put off my helmet to
+My countryman,--a Roman by a Roman
+Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going;
+I can no more.
++ Noblest of men, woo't die?+ +CHARMIAN +
+Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
+In this dull world, which in thy absence is
+No better than a sty? O, see, my women,
+MARK ANTONY dies
+The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!
+O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
+The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls
+Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
+And there is nothing left remarkable
+Beneath the visiting moon.
+Faints
++O, quietness, lady!+ +IRAS +
++She is dead too, our sovereign.+ +CHARMIAN +
++Lady!+ +IRAS +
++Madam!+ +CHARMIAN +
++O madam, madam, madam!+ +IRAS +
++Royal Egypt, Empress!+ +CHARMIAN +
++Peace, peace, Iras!+ +CLEOPATRA +
++No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
+By such poor passion as the maid that milks
+And does the meanest chares. It were for me
+To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
+To tell them that this world did equal theirs
+Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
+Patience is scottish, and impatience does
+Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin
+To rush into the secret house of death,
+Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
+What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian!
+My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look,
+Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs, take heart:
+We'll bury him; and then, what's brave,
+what's noble,
+Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
+And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
+This case of that huge spirit now is cold:
+Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
+But resolution, and the briefest end.
+Exeunt; those above bearing off MARK ANTONY's body
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.
+ ++Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Ephesus, ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR +++ANTIPHOLUS+ +OF EPHESUS +
++Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse us all;+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
+My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:
+Say that I linger'd with you at your shop
+To see the making of her carcanet,
+And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
+But here's a villain that would face me down
+He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,
+And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,
+And that I did deny my wife and house.
+Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
++Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know;+ +OF EPHESUS +
+That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
+If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
+Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++I think thou art an ass.+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
++Marry, so it doth appear+ +OF EPHESUS +
+By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear.
+I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass,
+You would keep from my heels and beware of an ass.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++You're sad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer+ +BALTHAZAR +
+May answer my good will and your good welcome here.
++I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your+ +OF EPHESUS +
+welcome dear.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,+ +BALTHAZAR +
+A table full of welcome make scarce one dainty dish.
++Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.+ +OF EPHESUS +
+ANTIPHOLUS
++And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.+ +BALTHAZAR +
++Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.+ +OF EPHESUS +
+ANTIPHOLUS
++Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest:+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
+But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
+Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
+But, soft! my door is lock'd. Go bid them let us in.
++Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicel, Gillian, Ginn!+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb,+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
+idiot, patch!
+Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
+Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st
+for such store,
+When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door.
++What patch is made our porter? My master stays in+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
+the street.
++[Within] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he+ +OF EPHESUS +
+catch cold on's feet.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++Who talks within there? ho, open the door!+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++[Within] Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an you tell+ +OF EPHESUS +
+me wherefore.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again+ +OF EPHESUS +
+when you may.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
+is Dromio.
++O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name.+ +LUCE +
+The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
+If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place,
+Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name or thy
+name for an ass.
++[Within] What a coil is there, Dromio? who are those+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
+at the gate?
++Let my master in, Luce.+ +LUCE +
++[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
+And so tell your master.
++O Lord, I must laugh!+ +LUCE +
+Have at you with a proverb--Shall I set in my staff?
++[Within] Have at you with another; that's--When?+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
+can you tell?
++[Within] If thy name be call'd Luce--Luce, thou hast+ +ANTIPHOLUS +
+answered him well.
++Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?+ +LUCE +
+OF EPHESUS
++[Within] I thought to have asked you.+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++[Within] And you said no.+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
++So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.+ +OF EPHESUS +
+ANTIPHOLUS
++Thou baggage, let me in.+ +LUCE +
++[Within] Can you tell for whose sake?+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
++Master, knock the door hard.+ +LUCE +
++[Within] Let him knock till it ache.+ +OF EPHESUS +
+ANTIPHOLUS
++You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.+ +LUCE +
++[Within] What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?+ +ADRIANA +
++[Within] Who is that at the door that keeps all+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
+this noise?
++[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with+ +OF EPHESUS +
+unruly boys.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++Are you there, wife? you might have come before.+ +ADRIANA +
++[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
++If you went in pain, master, this 'knave' would go sore.+ +ANGELO +
++Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would+ +BALTHAZAR +
+fain have either.
++In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
++They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.+ +OF EPHESUS +
+ANTIPHOLUS
++There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
++You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.+ +OF EPHESUS +
+Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
+It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate.+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++[Within] Break any breaking here, and I'll break your+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
+knave's pate.
++A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind,+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
+Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
++[Within] It seems thou want'st breaking: out upon+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
+thee, hind!
++Here's too much 'out upon thee!' I pray thee,+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
+let me in.
++[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.+ +OF EPHESUS +
+ANTIPHOLUS
++Well, I'll break in: go borrow me a crow.+ +DROMIO OF EPHESUS +
++A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?+ +OF EPHESUS +
+For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather;
+If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.+ +BALTHAZAR +
++Have patience, sir; O, let it not be so!+ +OF EPHESUS +
+Herein you war against your reputation
+And draw within the compass of suspect
+The unviolated honour of your wife.
+Once this,--your long experience of her wisdom,
+Her sober virtue, years and modesty,
+Plead on her part some cause to you unknown:
+And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse
+Why at this time the doors are made against you.
+Be ruled by me: depart in patience,
+And let us to the Tiger all to dinner,
+And about evening come yourself alone
+To know the reason of this strange restraint.
+If by strong hand you offer to break in
+Now in the stirring passage of the day,
+A vulgar comment will be made of it,
+And that supposed by the common rout
+Against your yet ungalled estimation
+That may with foul intrusion enter in
+And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;
+For slander lives upon succession,
+For ever housed where it gets possession.
+ANTIPHOLUS
++You have prevailed: I will depart in quiet,+ +ANGELO +
+And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.
+I know a wench of excellent discourse,
+Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:
+There will we dine. This woman that I mean,
+My wife--but, I protest, without desert--
+Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:
+To her will we to dinner.
+To Angelo
+Get you home
+And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made:
+Bring it, I pray you, to the Porpentine;
+For there's the house: that chain will I bestow--
+Be it for nothing but to spite my wife--
+Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste.
+Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,
+I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.
++I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.+ +OF EPHESUS +
+ANTIPHOLUS
++Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE ++ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE ++There's not a man I meet but doth salute me+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
+As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
+And every one doth call me by my name.
+Some tender money to me; some invite me;
+Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
+Some offer me commodities to buy:
+Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop
+And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
+And therewithal took measure of my body.
+Sure, these are but imaginary wiles
+And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
+Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
++Master, here's the gold you sent me for. What, have+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
+you got the picture of old Adam new-apparelled?
++What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++Not that Adam that kept the Paradise but that Adam+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
+that keeps the prison: he that goes in the calf's
+skin that was killed for the Prodigal; he that came
+behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you
+forsake your liberty.
++I understand thee not.+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went, like a+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
+bass-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir,
+that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a sob
+and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed
+men and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up
+his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a
+morris-pike.
++What, thou meanest an officer?+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band, he that brings+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
+any man to answer it that breaks his band; one that
+thinks a man always going to bed, and says, 'God
+give you good rest!'
++Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since that the+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
+bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were
+you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy
+Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to
+deliver you.
++The fellow is distract, and so am I;+ +COURTEZAN +
+And here we wander in illusions:
+Some blessed power deliver us from hence!
+Enter a Courtezan
++Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
+I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
+Is that the chain you promised me to-day?
++Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++Master, is this Mistress Satan?+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
++It is the devil.+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here+ +COURTEZAN +
+she comes in the habit of a light wench: and thereof
+comes that the wenches say 'God damn me;' that's as
+much to say 'God make me a light wench.' It is
+written, they appear to men like angels of light:
+light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn;
+ergo, light wenches will burn. Come not near her.
++Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir.+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
+Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here?
++Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat; or bespeak a+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
+long spoon.
++Why, Dromio?+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
+the devil.
++Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping?+ +COURTEZAN +
+Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:
+I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.
++Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
+Or, for my diamond, the chain you promised,
+And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
++Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail,+ +COURTEZAN +
+A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
+A nut, a cherry-stone;
+But she, more covetous, would have a chain.
+Master, be wise: an if you give it her,
+The devil will shake her chain and fright us with it.
++I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain:+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +
+I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.
++Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.+ +DROMIO OF SYRACUSE +
++'Fly pride,' says the peacock: mistress, that you know.+ +COURTEZAN +
+Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse
++Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad,+
+Else would he never so demean himself.
+A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
+And for the same he promised me a chain:
+Both one and other he denies me now.
+The reason that I gather he is mad,
+Besides this present instance of his rage,
+Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
+Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
+Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,
+On purpose shut the doors against his way.
+My way is now to hie home to his house,
+And tell his wife that, being lunatic,
+He rush'd into my house and took perforce
+My ring away. This course I fittest choose;
+For forty ducats is too much to lose.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/coriolanus.3.1.html b/shakespeare/html/coriolanus.3.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..89327fa28866033060b5fa57be2803caca1353e8 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/coriolanus.3.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,1088 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Comedy of Errors + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
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+ +The Tragedy of Coriolanus + + Shakespeare homepage + | Coriolanus + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Rome. A street.
+ ++Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all the Gentry, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators ++ +CORIOLANUS ++Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?+ +LARTIUS +
++He had, my lord; and that it was which caused+ +CORIOLANUS +
+Our swifter composition.
++So then the Volsces stand but as at first,+ +COMINIUS +
+Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road.
+Upon's again.
++They are worn, lord consul, so,+ +CORIOLANUS +
+That we shall hardly in our ages see
+Their banners wave again.
++Saw you Aufidius?+ +LARTIUS +
++On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse+ +CORIOLANUS +
+Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
+Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.
++Spoke he of me?+ +LARTIUS +
++ He did, my lord.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++How? what?+ +LARTIUS +
++How often he had met you, sword to sword;+ +CORIOLANUS +
+That of all things upon the earth he hated
+Your person most, that he would pawn his fortunes
+To hopeless restitution, so he might
+Be call'd your vanquisher.
++At Antium lives he?+ +LARTIUS +
++At Antium.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++I wish I had a cause to seek him there,+ +SICINIUS +
+To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.
+Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS
+Behold, these are the tribunes of the people,
+The tongues o' the common mouth: I do despise them;
+For they do prank them in authority,
+Against all noble sufferance.
++Pass no further.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++Ha! what is that?+ +BRUTUS +
++It will be dangerous to go on: no further.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++What makes this change?+ +MENENIUS +
++The matter?+ +COMINIUS +
++Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?+ +BRUTUS +
++Cominius, no.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++ Have I had children's voices?+ +First Senator +
++Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.+ +BRUTUS +
++The people are incensed against him.+ +SICINIUS +
++Stop,+ +CORIOLANUS +
+Or all will fall in broil.
++Are these your herd?+ +MENENIUS +
+Must these have voices, that can yield them now
+And straight disclaim their tongues? What are
+your offices?
+You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?
+Have you not set them on?
++Be calm, be calm.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,+ +BRUTUS +
+To curb the will of the nobility:
+Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule
+Nor ever will be ruled.
++Call't not a plot:+ +CORIOLANUS +
+The people cry you mock'd them, and of late,
+When corn was given them gratis, you repined;
+Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them
+Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
++Why, this was known before.+ +BRUTUS +
++Not to them all.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++Have you inform'd them sithence?+ +BRUTUS +
++How! I inform them!+ +CORIOLANUS +
++You are like to do such business.+ +BRUTUS +
++Not unlike,+ +CORIOLANUS +
+Each way, to better yours.
++Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,+ +SICINIUS +
+Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
+Your fellow tribune.
++You show too much of that+ +MENENIUS +
+For which the people stir: if you will pass
+To where you are bound, you must inquire your way,
+Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,
+Or never be so noble as a consul,
+Nor yoke with him for tribune.
++Let's be calm.+ +COMINIUS +
++The people are abused; set on. This paltering+ +CORIOLANUS +
+Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
+Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely
+I' the plain way of his merit.
++Tell me of corn!+ +MENENIUS +
+This was my speech, and I will speak't again--
++Not now, not now.+ +First Senator +
++ Not in this heat, sir, now.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,+ +MENENIUS +
+I crave their pardons:
+For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them
+Regard me as I do not flatter, and
+Therein behold themselves: I say again,
+In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate
+The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,
+Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd,
+and scatter'd,
+By mingling them with us, the honour'd number,
+Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
+Which they have given to beggars.
++Well, no more.+ +First Senator +
++No more words, we beseech you.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++How! no more!+ +BRUTUS +
+As for my country I have shed my blood,
+Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
+Coin words till their decay against those measles,
+Which we disdain should tatter us, yet sought
+The very way to catch them.
++You speak o' the people,+ +SICINIUS +
+As if you were a god to punish, not
+A man of their infirmity.
++'Twere well+ +MENENIUS +
+We let the people know't.
++What, what? his choler?+ +CORIOLANUS +
++Choler!+ +SICINIUS +
+Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
+By Jove, 'twould be my mind!
++It is a mind+ +CORIOLANUS +
+That shall remain a poison where it is,
+Not poison any further.
++Shall remain!+ +COMINIUS +
+Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
+His absolute 'shall'?
++'Twas from the canon.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++'Shall'!+ +COMINIUS +
+O good but most unwise patricians! why,
+You grave but reckless senators, have you thus
+Given Hydra here to choose an officer,
+That with his peremptory 'shall,' being but
+The horn and noise o' the monster's, wants not spirit
+To say he'll turn your current in a ditch,
+And make your channel his? If he have power
+Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake
+Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn'd,
+Be not as common fools; if you are not,
+Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,
+If they be senators: and they are no less,
+When, both your voices blended, the great'st taste
+Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate,
+And such a one as he, who puts his 'shall,'
+His popular 'shall' against a graver bench
+Than ever frown in Greece. By Jove himself!
+It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches
+To know, when two authorities are up,
+Neither supreme, how soon confusion
+May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take
+The one by the other.
++Well, on to the market-place.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth+ +MENENIUS +
+The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used
+Sometime in Greece,--
++Well, well, no more of that.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++Though there the people had more absolute power,+ +BRUTUS +
+I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
+The ruin of the state.
++Why, shall the people give+ +CORIOLANUS +
+One that speaks thus their voice?
++I'll give my reasons,+ +MENENIUS +
+More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
+Was not our recompense, resting well assured
+That ne'er did service for't: being press'd to the war,
+Even when the navel of the state was touch'd,
+They would not thread the gates. This kind of service
+Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i' the war
+Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd
+Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation
+Which they have often made against the senate,
+All cause unborn, could never be the motive
+Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
+How shall this bisson multitude digest
+The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express
+What's like to be their words: 'we did request it;
+We are the greater poll, and in true fear
+They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase
+The nature of our seats and make the rabble
+Call our cares fears; which will in time
+Break ope the locks o' the senate and bring in
+The crows to peck the eagles.
++Come, enough.+ +BRUTUS +
++Enough, with over-measure.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++No, take more:+ +BRUTUS +
+What may be sworn by, both divine and human,
+Seal what I end withal! This double worship,
+Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
+Insult without all reason, where gentry, title, wisdom,
+Cannot conclude but by the yea and no
+Of general ignorance,--it must omit
+Real necessities, and give way the while
+To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd,
+it follows,
+Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,--
+You that will be less fearful than discreet,
+That love the fundamental part of state
+More than you doubt the change on't, that prefer
+A noble life before a long, and wish
+To jump a body with a dangerous physic
+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 do the good it would,
+For the in which doth control't.
++Has said enough.+ +SICINIUS +
++Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer+ +CORIOLANUS +
+As traitors do.
++ Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee!+ +BRUTUS +
+What should the people do with these bald tribunes?
+On whom depending, their obedience fails
+To the greater bench: in a rebellion,
+When what's not meet, but what must be, was law,
+Then were they chosen: in a better hour,
+Let what is meet be said it must be meet,
+And throw their power i' the dust.
++Manifest treason!+ +SICINIUS +
++ This a consul? no.+ +BRUTUS +
++The aediles, ho!+ +SICINIUS +
+Enter an AEdile
+Let him be apprehended.
++Go, call the people:+ +CORIOLANUS +
+Exit AEdile
+in whose name myself
+Attach thee as a traitorous innovator,
+A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee,
+And follow to thine answer.
++Hence, old goat!+ +COMINIUS +
+Senators, & C We'll surety him.
++ Aged sir, hands off.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones+ +SICINIUS +
+Out of thy garments.
++Help, ye citizens!+ +MENENIUS +
+Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with the AEdiles
++On both sides more respect.+ +SICINIUS +
++Here's he that would take from you all your power.+ +BRUTUS +
++Seize him, AEdiles!+ +Citizens +
++Down with him! down with him!+ +MENENIUS +
+Senators, & C Weapons, weapons, weapons!
+They all bustle about CORIOLANUS, crying
+'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!'
+'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!'
+'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay, hold, peace!'
++What is about to be? I am out of breath;+ +SICINIUS +
+Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes
+To the people! Coriolanus, patience!
+Speak, good Sicinius.
++Hear me, people; peace!+ +Citizens +
++Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak.+ +SICINIUS +
++You are at point to lose your liberties:+ +MENENIUS +
+Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,
+Whom late you have named for consul.
++Fie, fie, fie!+ +First Senator +
+This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
++To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.+ +SICINIUS +
++What is the city but the people?+ +Citizens +
++True,+ +BRUTUS +
+The people are the city.
++By the consent of all, we were establish'd+ +Citizens +
+The people's magistrates.
++You so remain.+ +MENENIUS +
++And so are like to do.+ +COMINIUS +
++That is the way to lay the city flat;+ +SICINIUS +
+To bring the roof to the foundation,
+And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
+In heaps and piles of ruin.
++This deserves death.+ +BRUTUS +
++Or let us stand to our authority,+ +SICINIUS +
+Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,
+Upon the part o' the people, in whose power
+We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy
+Of present death.
++ Therefore lay hold of him;+ +BRUTUS +
+Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
+Into destruction cast him.
++AEdiles, seize him!+ +Citizens +
++Yield, Marcius, yield!+ +MENENIUS +
++Hear me one word;+ +AEdile +
+Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
++Peace, peace!+ +MENENIUS +
++[To BRUTUS] Be that you seem, truly your+ +BRUTUS +
+country's friend,
+And temperately proceed to what you would
+Thus violently redress.
++Sir, those cold ways,+ +CORIOLANUS +
+That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
+Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
+And bear him to the rock.
++No, I'll die here.+ +MENENIUS +
+Drawing his sword
+There's some among you have beheld me fighting:
+Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.
++Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.+ +BRUTUS +
++Lay hands upon him.+ +COMINIUS +
++Help Marcius, help,+ +Citizens +
+You that be noble; help him, young and old!
++Down with him, down with him!+ +MENENIUS +
+In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the AEdiles, and the People, are beat in
++Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!+ +Second Senator +
+All will be naught else.
++Get you gone.+ +COMINIUS +
++Stand fast;+ +MENENIUS +
+We have as many friends as enemies.
++Sham it be put to that?+ +First Senator +
++The gods forbid!+ +MENENIUS +
+I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
+Leave us to cure this cause.
++For 'tis a sore upon us,+ +COMINIUS +
+You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
++Come, sir, along with us.+ +CORIOLANUS +
++I would they were barbarians--as they are,+ +MENENIUS +
+Though in Rome litter'd--not Romans--as they are not,
+Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol--
++Be gone;+ +CORIOLANUS +
+Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
+One time will owe another.
++On fair ground+ +COMINIUS +
+I could beat forty of them.
++I could myself+ +MENENIUS +
+Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
+two tribunes:
+But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic;
+And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
+Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,
+Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
+Like interrupted waters and o'erbear
+What they are used to bear.
++Pray you, be gone:+ +COMINIUS +
+I'll try whether my old wit be in request
+With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
+With cloth of any colour.
++Nay, come away.+ +A Patrician +
+Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, and others
++This man has marr'd his fortune.+ +MENENIUS +
++His nature is too noble for the world:+ +Second Patrician +
+He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
+Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
+What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
+And, being angry, does forget that ever
+He heard the name of death.
+A noise within
+Here's goodly work!
++I would they were abed!+ +MENENIUS +
++I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!+ +SICINIUS +
+Could he not speak 'em fair?
+Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the rabble
++Where is this viper+ +MENENIUS +
+That would depopulate the city and
+Be every man himself?
++You worthy tribunes,--+ +SICINIUS +
++He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock+ +First Citizen +
+With rigorous hands: he hath resisted law,
+And therefore law shall scorn him further trial
+Than the severity of the public power
+Which he so sets at nought.
++He shall well know+ +Citizens +
+The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,
+And we their hands.
++He shall, sure on't.+ +MENENIUS +
++Sir, sir,--+ +SICINIUS +
++Peace!+ +MENENIUS +
++Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt+ +SICINIUS +
+With modest warrant.
++Sir, how comes't that you+ +MENENIUS +
+Have holp to make this rescue?
++Hear me speak:+ +SICINIUS +
+As I do know the consul's worthiness,
+So can I name his faults,--
++Consul! what consul?+ +MENENIUS +
++The consul Coriolanus.+ +BRUTUS +
++He consul!+ +Citizens +
++No, no, no, no, no.+ +MENENIUS +
++If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,+ +SICINIUS +
+I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;
+The which shall turn you to no further harm
+Than so much loss of time.
++Speak briefly then;+ +MENENIUS +
+For we are peremptory to dispatch
+This viperous traitor: to eject him hence
+Were but one danger, and to keep him here
+Our certain death: therefore it is decreed
+He dies to-night.
++ Now the good gods forbid+ +SICINIUS +
+That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
+Towards her deserved children is enroll'd
+In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
+Should now eat up her own!
++He's a disease that must be cut away.+ +MENENIUS +
++O, he's a limb that has but a disease;+ +SICINIUS +
+Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
+What has he done to Rome that's worthy death?
+Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost--
+Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
+By many an ounce--he dropp'd it for his country;
+And what is left, to lose it by his country,
+Were to us all, that do't and suffer it,
+A brand to the end o' the world.
++This is clean kam.+ +BRUTUS +
++Merely awry: when he did love his country,+ +MENENIUS +
+It honour'd him.
++ The service of the foot+ +BRUTUS +
+Being once gangrened, is not then respected
+For what before it was.
++We'll hear no more.+ +MENENIUS +
+Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence:
+Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
+Spread further.
++ One word more, one word.+ +BRUTUS +
+This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
+The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will too late
+Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process;
+Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out,
+And sack great Rome with Romans.
++If it were so,--+ +SICINIUS +
++What do ye talk?+ +MENENIUS +
+Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
+Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.
++Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars+ +First Senator +
+Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd
+In bolted language; meal and bran together
+He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
+I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
+Where he shall answer, by a lawful form,
+In peace, to his utmost peril.
++Noble tribunes,+ +SICINIUS +
+It is the humane way: the other course
+Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
+Unknown to the beginning.
++Noble Menenius,+ +BRUTUS +
+Be you then as the people's officer.
+Masters, lay down your weapons.
++Go not home.+ +SICINIUS +
++Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there:+ +MENENIUS +
+Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed
+In our first way.
++ I'll bring him to you.+ +First Senator +
+To the Senators
+Let me desire your company: he must come,
+Or what is worst will follow.
++Pray you, let's to him.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Coriolanus + + Shakespeare homepage + | Coriolanus + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. A highway between Rome and Antium.
+ ++Enter a Roman and a Volsce, meeting ++ +Roman ++I know you well, sir, and you know+ +Volsce +
+me: your name, I think, is Adrian.
++It is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you.+ +Roman +
++I am a Roman; and my services are,+ +Volsce +
+as you are, against 'em: know you me yet?
++Nicanor? no.+ +Roman +
++The same, sir.+ +Volsce +
++You had more beard when I last saw you; but your+ +Roman +
+favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the
+news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state,
+to find you out there: you have well saved me a
+day's journey.
++There hath been in Rome strange insurrections; the+ +Volsce +
+people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.
++Hath been! is it ended, then? Our state thinks not+ +Roman +
+so: they are in a most warlike preparation, and
+hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.
++The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing+ +Volsce +
+would make it flame again: for the nobles receive
+so to heart the banishment of that worthy
+Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take
+all power from the people and to pluck from them
+their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can
+tell you, and is almost mature for the violent
+breaking out.
++Coriolanus banished!+ +Roman +
++Banished, sir.+ +Volsce +
++You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.+ +Roman +
++The day serves well for them now. I have heard it+ +Volsce +
+said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is
+when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble
+Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his
+great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request
+of his country.
++He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus+ +Roman +
+accidentally to encounter you: you have ended my
+business, and I will merrily accompany you home.
++I shall, between this and supper, tell you most+ +Volsce +
+strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of
+their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?
++A most royal one; the centurions and their charges,+ +Roman +
+distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment,
+and to be on foot at an hour's warning.
++I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the+ +Volsce +
+man, I think, that shall set them in present action.
+So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company.
++You take my part from me, sir; I have the most cause+ +Roman +
+to be glad of yours.
++Well, let us go together.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Wales: a mountainous country with a cave.
+ ++Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS; GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS following ++ +BELARIUS ++A goodly day not to keep house, with such+ +GUIDERIUS +
+Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys; this gate
+Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you
+To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs
+Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through
+And keep their impious turbans on, without
+Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven!
+We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly
+As prouder livers do.
++Hail, heaven!+ +ARVIRAGUS +
++Hail, heaven!+ +BELARIUS +
++Now for our mountain sport: up to yond hill;+ +GUIDERIUS +
+Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider,
+When you above perceive me like a crow,
+That it is place which lessens and sets off;
+And you may then revolve what tales I have told you
+Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war:
+This service is not service, so being done,
+But being so allow'd: to apprehend thus,
+Draws us a profit from all things we see;
+And often, to our comfort, shall we find
+The sharded beetle in a safer hold
+Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life
+Is nobler than attending for a cheque,
+Richer than doing nothing for a bauble,
+Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk:
+Such gain the cap of him that makes 'em fine,
+Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours.
++Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged,+ +ARVIRAGUS +
+Have never wing'd from view o' the nest, nor know not
+What air's from home. Haply this life is best,
+If quiet life be best; sweeter to you
+That have a sharper known; well corresponding
+With your stiff age: but unto us it is
+A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed;
+A prison for a debtor, that not dares
+To stride a limit.
++ What should we speak of+ +BELARIUS +
+When we are old as you? when we shall hear
+The rain and wind beat dark December, how,
+In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse
+The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing;
+We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey,
+Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat;
+Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage
+We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,
+And sing our bondage freely.
++How you speak!+ +GUIDERIUS +
+Did you but know the city's usuries
+And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court
+As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climb
+Is certain falling, or so slippery that
+The fear's as bad as falling; the toil o' the war,
+A pain that only seems to seek out danger
+I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i'
+the search,
+And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph
+As record of fair act; nay, many times,
+Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
+Must court'sy at the censure:--O boys, this story
+The world may read in me: my body's mark'd
+With Roman swords, and my report was once
+First with the best of note: Cymbeline loved me,
+And when a soldier was the theme, my name
+Was not far off: then was I as a tree
+Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night,
+A storm or robbery, call it what you will,
+Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
+And left me bare to weather.
++Uncertain favour!+ +BELARIUS +
++My fault being nothing--as I have told you oft--+
+But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd
+Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline
+I was confederate with the Romans: so
+Follow'd my banishment, and this twenty years
+This rock and these demesnes have been my world;
+Where I have lived at honest freedom, paid
+More pious debts to heaven than in all
+The fore-end of my time. But up to the mountains!
+This is not hunters' language: he that strikes
+The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast;
+To him the other two shall minister;
+And we will fear no poison, which attends
+In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys.
+Exeunt GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS
+How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!
+These boys know little they are sons to the king;
+Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive.
+They think they are mine; and though train'd
+up thus meanly
+I' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit
+The roofs of palaces, and nature prompts them
+In simple and low things to prince it much
+Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,
+The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who
+The king his father call'd Guiderius,--Jove!
+When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell
+The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out
+Into my story: say 'Thus, mine enemy fell,
+And thus I set my foot on 's neck;' even then
+The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats,
+Strains his young nerves and puts himself in posture
+That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal,
+Once Arviragus, in as like a figure,
+Strikes life into my speech and shows much more
+His own conceiving.--Hark, the game is roused!
+O Cymbeline! heaven and my conscience knows
+Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon,
+At three and two years old, I stole these babes;
+Thinking to bar thee of succession, as
+Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile,
+Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for
+their mother,
+And every day do honour to her grave:
+Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd,
+They take for natural father. The game is up.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 1, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.
+ ++Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA ++ +LAERTES ++My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:+ +OPHELIA +
+And, sister, as the winds give benefit
+And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
+But let me hear from you.
++Do you doubt that?+ +LAERTES +
++For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,+ +OPHELIA +
+Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
+A violet in the youth of primy nature,
+Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
+The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
++ No more but so?+ +LAERTES +
++Think it no more;+ +OPHELIA +
+For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
+In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
+The inward service of the mind and soul
+Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
+And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
+The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
+His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
+For he himself is subject to his birth:
+He may not, as unvalued persons do,
+Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
+The safety and health of this whole state;
+And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
+Unto the voice and yielding of that body
+Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
+It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
+As he in his particular act and place
+May give his saying deed; which is no further
+Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
+Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
+If with too credent ear you list his songs,
+Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
+To his unmaster'd importunity.
+Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
+And keep you in the rear of your affection,
+Out of the shot and danger of desire.
+The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
+If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
+Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
+The canker galls the infants of the spring,
+Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
+And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
+Contagious blastments are most imminent.
+Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
+Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
++I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,+ +LAERTES +
+As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
+Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
+Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
+Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
+Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
+And recks not his own rede.
++O, fear me not.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+I stay too long: but here my father comes.
+Enter POLONIUS
+A double blessing is a double grace,
+Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
++Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!+ +LAERTES +
+The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
+And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
+And these few precepts in thy memory
+See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
+Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
+Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
+Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
+Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
+But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
+Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
+Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
+Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
+Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
+Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
+Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
+But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
+For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
+And they in France of the best rank and station
+Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
+Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
+For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
+And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
+This above all: to thine ownself be true,
+And it must follow, as the night the day,
+Thou canst not then be false to any man.
+Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
++Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++The time invites you; go; your servants tend.+ +LAERTES +
++Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well+ +OPHELIA +
+What I have said to you.
++'Tis in my memory lock'd,+ +LAERTES +
+And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
++Farewell.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Exit
++What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?+ +OPHELIA +
++So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Marry, well bethought:+ +OPHELIA +
+'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
+Given private time to you; and you yourself
+Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
+If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
+And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
+You do not understand yourself so clearly
+As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
+What is between you? give me up the truth.
++He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Of his affection to me.
++Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,+ +OPHELIA +
+Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
+Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
++I do not know, my lord, what I should think.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;+ +OPHELIA +
+That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
+Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
+Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
+Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
++My lord, he hath importuned me with love+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+In honourable fashion.
++Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.+ +OPHELIA +
++And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
++Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,+ +OPHELIA +
+When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
+Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
+Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
+Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
+You must not take for fire. From this time
+Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
+Set your entreatments at a higher rate
+Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
+Believe so much in him, that he is young
+And with a larger tether may he walk
+Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
+Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
+Not of that dye which their investments show,
+But mere implorators of unholy suits,
+Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
+The better to beguile. This is for all:
+I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
+Have you so slander any moment leisure,
+As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
+Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.
++I shall obey, my lord.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 3, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. A hall in the castle.
+ ++Enter HAMLET and Players ++ +HAMLET ++Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to+ +First Player +
+you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,
+as many of your players do, I had as lief the
+town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
+too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
+for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
+the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget
+a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it
+offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
+periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
+very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
+for the most part are capable of nothing but
+inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such
+a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it
+out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
++I warrant your honour.+ +HAMLET +
++Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion+ +First Player +
+be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the
+word to the action; with this special o'erstep not
+the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is
+from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the
+first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the
+mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,
+scorn her own image, and the very age and body of
+the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,
+or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful
+laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the
+censure of the which one must in your allowance
+o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be
+players that I have seen play, and heard others
+praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely,
+that, neither having the accent of Christians nor
+the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so
+strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of
+nature's journeymen had made men and not made them
+well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
++I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,+ +HAMLET +
+sir.
++O, reform it altogether. And let those that play+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+your clowns speak no more than is set down for them;
+for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
+set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
+too; though, in the mean time, some necessary
+question of the play be then to be considered:
+that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
+in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.
+Exeunt Players
+Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN
+How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of work?
++And the queen too, and that presently.+ +HAMLET +
++Bid the players make haste.+ +ROSENCRANTZ + +GUILDENSTERN +
+Exit POLONIUS
+Will you two help to hasten them?
++We will, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
+Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
++What ho! Horatio!+ +HORATIO +
+Enter HORATIO
++Here, sweet lord, at your service.+ +HAMLET +
++Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man+ +HORATIO +
+As e'er my conversation coped withal.
++O, my dear lord,--+ +HAMLET +
++ Nay, do not think I flatter;+ +HORATIO +
+For what advancement may I hope from thee
+That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,
+To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?
+No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
+And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
+Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
+Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
+And could of men distinguish, her election
+Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been
+As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
+A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
+Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those
+Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
+That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
+To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
+That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
+In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
+As I do thee.--Something too much of this.--
+There is a play to-night before the king;
+One scene of it comes near the circumstance
+Which I have told thee of my father's death:
+I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
+Even with the very comment of thy soul
+Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt
+Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
+It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
+And my imaginations are as foul
+As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
+For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
+And after we will both our judgments join
+In censure of his seeming.
++Well, my lord:+ +HAMLET +
+If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
+And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
++They are coming to the play; I must be idle:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Get you a place.
+Danish march. A flourish. Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others
++How fares our cousin Hamlet?+ +HAMLET +
++Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
++I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words+ +HAMLET +
+are not mine.
++No, nor mine now.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+To POLONIUS
+My lord, you played once i' the university, you say?
++That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.+ +HAMLET +
++What did you enact?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the+ +HAMLET +
+Capitol; Brutus killed me.
++It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+there. Be the players ready?
++Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.+ +HAMLET +
++No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++[To KING CLAUDIUS] O, ho! do you mark that?+ +HAMLET +
++Lady, shall I lie in your lap?+ +OPHELIA +
+Lying down at OPHELIA's feet
++No, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++I mean, my head upon your lap?+ +OPHELIA +
++Ay, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Do you think I meant country matters?+ +OPHELIA +
++I think nothing, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.+ +OPHELIA +
++What is, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Nothing.+ +OPHELIA +
++You are merry, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Who, I?+ +OPHELIA +
++Ay, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do+ +OPHELIA +
+but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my
+mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
++Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for+ +OPHELIA +
+I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two
+months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's
+hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half
+a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,
+then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with
+the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O,
+the hobby-horse is forgot.'
+Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters
+Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts: she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love
+Exeunt
++What means this, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.+ +OPHELIA +
++Belike this show imports the argument of the play.+ +HAMLET +
+Enter Prologue
++We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot+ +OPHELIA +
+keep counsel; they'll tell all.
++Will he tell us what this show meant?+ +HAMLET +
++Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you+ +OPHELIA +
+ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
++You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.+ +Prologue +
++ For us, and for our tragedy,+ +HAMLET +
+Here stooping to your clemency,
+We beg your hearing patiently.
+Exit
++Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?+ +OPHELIA +
++'Tis brief, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++As woman's love.+ +Player King +
+Enter two Players, King and Queen
++ Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round+ +Player Queen +
+Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,
+And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen
+About the world have times twelve thirties been,
+Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
+Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
++ So many journeys may the sun and moon+ +Player King +
+Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
+But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
+So far from cheer and from your former state,
+That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
+Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
+For women's fear and love holds quantity;
+In neither aught, or in extremity.
+Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;
+And as my love is sized, my fear is so:
+Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
+Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
++'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;+ +Player Queen +
+My operant powers their functions leave to do:
+And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
+Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind
+For husband shalt thou--
++O, confound the rest!+ +HAMLET +
+Such love must needs be treason in my breast:
+In second husband let me be accurst!
+None wed the second but who kill'd the first.
++[Aside] Wormwood, wormwood.+ +Player Queen +
++ The instances that second marriage move+ +Player King +
+Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:
+A second time I kill my husband dead,
+When second husband kisses me in bed.
++ I do believe you think what now you speak;+ +Player Queen +
+But what we do determine oft we break.
+Purpose is but the slave to memory,
+Of violent birth, but poor validity;
+Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
+But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
+Most necessary 'tis that we forget
+To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
+What to ourselves in passion we propose,
+The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
+The violence of either grief or joy
+Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
+Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
+Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
+This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
+That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
+For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
+Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
+The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;
+The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.
+And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
+For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
+And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
+Directly seasons him his enemy.
+But, orderly to end where I begun,
+Our wills and fates do so contrary run
+That our devices still are overthrown;
+Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:
+So think thou wilt no second husband wed;
+But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
++ Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!+ +HAMLET +
+Sport and repose lock from me day and night!
+To desperation turn my trust and hope!
+An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!
+Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
+Meet what I would have well and it destroy!
+Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
+If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
++If she should break it now!+ +Player King +
++'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;+ +Player Queen +
+My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
+The tedious day with sleep.
+Sleeps
++Sleep rock thy brain,+ +HAMLET +
+And never come mischance between us twain!
+Exit
++Madam, how like you this play?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++The lady protests too much, methinks.+ +HAMLET +
++O, but she'll keep her word.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't?+ +HAMLET +
++No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+i' the world.
++What do you call the play?+ +HAMLET +
++The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play+ +OPHELIA +
+is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is
+the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see
+anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o'
+that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it
+touches us not: let the galled jade wince, our
+withers are unwrung.
+Enter LUCIANUS
+This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.
++You are as good as a chorus, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++I could interpret between you and your love, if I+ +OPHELIA +
+could see the puppets dallying.
++You are keen, my lord, you are keen.+ +HAMLET +
++It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.+ +OPHELIA +
++Still better, and worse.+ +HAMLET +
++So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer;+ +LUCIANUS +
+pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:
+'the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.'
++ Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;+ +HAMLET +
+Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
+Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
+With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
+Thy natural magic and dire property,
+On wholesome life usurp immediately.
+Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears
++He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His+ +OPHELIA +
+name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in
+choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer
+gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
++The king rises.+ +HAMLET +
++What, frighted with false fire!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++How fares my lord?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Give o'er the play.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Give me some light: away!+ +All +
++Lights, lights, lights!+ +HAMLET +
+Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO
++ Why, let the stricken deer go weep,+ +HORATIO +
+The hart ungalled play;
+For some must watch, while some must sleep:
+So runs the world away.
+Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if
+the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two
+Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
+fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
++Half a share.+ +HAMLET +
++A whole one, I.+ +HORATIO +
+For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
+This realm dismantled was
+Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
+A very, very--pajock.
++You might have rhymed.+ +HAMLET +
++O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a+ +HORATIO +
+thousand pound. Didst perceive?
++Very well, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Upon the talk of the poisoning?+ +HORATIO +
++I did very well note him.+ +HAMLET +
++Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+For if the king like not the comedy,
+Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
+Come, some music!
+Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
++Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.+ +HAMLET +
++Sir, a whole history.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++The king, sir,--+ +HAMLET +
++Ay, sir, what of him?+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++Is in his retirement marvellous distempered.+ +HAMLET +
++With drink, sir?+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++No, my lord, rather with choler.+ +HAMLET +
++Your wisdom should show itself more richer to+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him
+to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far
+more choler.
++Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and+ +HAMLET +
+start not so wildly from my affair.
++I am tame, sir: pronounce.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of+ +HAMLET +
+spirit, hath sent me to you.
++You are welcome.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right+ +HAMLET +
+breed. If it shall please you to make me a
+wholesome answer, I will do your mother's
+commandment: if not, your pardon and my return
+shall be the end of my business.
++Sir, I cannot.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++What, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but,+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command;
+or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no
+more, but to the matter: my mother, you say,--
++Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck her+ +HAMLET +
+into amazement and admiration.
++O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's
+admiration? Impart.
++She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you+ +HAMLET +
+go to bed.
++We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+you any further trade with us?
++My lord, you once did love me.+ +HAMLET +
++So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you+ +HAMLET +
+do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if
+you deny your griefs to your friend.
++Sir, I lack advancement.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++How can that be, when you have the voice of the king+ +HAMLET +
+himself for your succession in Denmark?
++Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'--the proverb+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+is something musty.
+Re-enter Players with recorders
+O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with
+you:--why do you go about to recover the wind of me,
+as if you would drive me into a toil?
++O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too+ +HAMLET +
+unmannerly.
++I do not well understand that. Will you play upon+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+this pipe?
++My lord, I cannot.+ +HAMLET +
++I pray you.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++Believe me, I cannot.+ +HAMLET +
++I do beseech you.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++I know no touch of it, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your
+mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
+Look you, these are the stops.
++But these cannot I command to any utterance of+ +HAMLET +
+harmony; I have not the skill.
++Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know
+my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
+mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
+the top of my compass: and there is much music,
+excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
+you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am
+easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
+instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
+cannot play upon me.
+Enter POLONIUS
+God bless you, sir!
++My lord, the queen would speak with you, and+ +HAMLET +
+presently.
++Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.+ +HAMLET +
++Methinks it is like a weasel.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++It is backed like a weasel.+ +HAMLET +
++Or like a whale?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Very like a whale.+ +HAMLET +
++Then I will come to my mother by and by. They fool+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by.
++I will say so.+ +HAMLET +
++By and by is easily said.+
+Exit POLONIUS
+Leave me, friends.
+Exeunt all but HAMLET
+Tis now the very witching time of night,
+When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
+Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
+And do such bitter business as the day
+Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.
+O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
+The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
+Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
+I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
+My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
+How in my words soever she be shent,
+To give them seals never, my soul, consent!
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/henryv.2.3.html b/shakespeare/html/henryv.2.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e9c361288aa97edbb7d9972b2f40e0e02b2fb7d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/henryv.2.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 3, Scene 2 +
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+ +The Life of King Henry the Fifth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry V + | Act 2, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. London. Before a tavern.
+ ++Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy ++ +Hostess ++Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.+ +PISTOL +
++No; for my manly heart doth yearn.+ +BARDOLPH +
+Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins:
+Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
+And we must yearn therefore.
++Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in+ +Hostess +
+heaven or in hell!
++Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's+ +NYM +
+bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made
+a finer end and went away an it had been any
+christom child; a' parted even just between twelve
+and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after
+I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with
+flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew
+there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as
+a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now,
+sir John!' quoth I 'what, man! be o' good
+cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or
+four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'
+should not think of God; I hoped there was no need
+to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So
+a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my
+hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as
+cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and
+they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and
+upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
++They say he cried out of sack.+ +Hostess +
++Ay, that a' did.+ +BARDOLPH +
++And of women.+ +Hostess +
++Nay, that a' did not.+ +Boy +
++Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils+ +Hostess +
+incarnate.
++A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he+ +Boy +
+never liked.
++A' said once, the devil would have him about women.+ +Hostess +
++A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then+ +Boy +
+he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.
++Do you not remember, a' saw a flea stick upon+ +BARDOLPH +
+Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul
+burning in hell-fire?
++Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire:+ +NYM +
+that's all the riches I got in his service.
++Shall we shog? the king will be gone from+ +PISTOL +
+Southampton.
++Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips.+ +Boy +
+Look to my chattels and my movables:
+Let senses rule; the word is 'Pitch and Pay:'
+Trust none;
+For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
+And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck:
+Therefore, Caveto be thy counsellor.
+Go, clear thy c rystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
+Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,
+To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
++And that's but unwholesome food they say.+ +PISTOL +
++Touch her soft mouth, and march.+ +BARDOLPH +
++Farewell, hostess.+ +NYM +
+Kissing her
++I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu.+ +PISTOL +
++Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.+ +Hostess +
++Farewell; adieu.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/henryv.3.7.html b/shakespeare/html/henryv.3.7.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ba857f90a45b6123103b42bb61e36f4837c3ed07 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/henryv.3.7.html @@ -0,0 +1,480 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry V + | Act 2, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VII. The French camp, near Agincourt: + + + + + + ++
+ +The Life of King Henry the Fifth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry V + | Act 3, Scene 7 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VII. The French camp, near Agincourt:
+ ++Enter the Constable of France, the LORD RAMBURES, ORLEANS, DAUPHIN, with others ++ +Constable ++Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day!+ +ORLEANS +
++You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.+ +Constable +
++It is the best horse of Europe.+ +ORLEANS +
++Will it never be morning?+ +DAUPHIN +
++My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you+ +ORLEANS +
+talk of horse and armour?
++You are as well provided of both as any prince in the world.+ +DAUPHIN +
++What a long night is this! I will not change my+ +ORLEANS +
+horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.
+Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his
+entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus,
+chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I
+soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth
+sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his
+hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
++He's of the colour of the nutmeg.+ +DAUPHIN +
++And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for+ +Constable +
+Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the dull
+elements of earth and water never appear in him, but
+only in Patient stillness while his rider mounts
+him: he is indeed a horse; and all other jades you
+may call beasts.
++Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.+ +DAUPHIN +
++It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the+ +ORLEANS +
+bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage.
++No more, cousin.+ +DAUPHIN +
++Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from the+ +ORLEANS +
+rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary
+deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as
+fluent as the sea: turn the sands into eloquent
+tongues, and my horse is argument for them all:
+'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for
+a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the
+world, familiar to us and unknown to lay apart
+their particular functions and wonder at him. I
+once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus:
+'Wonder of nature,'--
++I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress.+ +DAUPHIN +
++Then did they imitate that which I composed to my+ +ORLEANS +
+courser, for my horse is my mistress.
++Your mistress bears well.+ +DAUPHIN +
++Me well; which is the prescript praise and+ +Constable +
+perfection of a good and particular mistress.
++Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly+ +DAUPHIN +
+shook your back.
++So perhaps did yours.+ +Constable +
++Mine was not bridled.+ +DAUPHIN +
++O then belike she was old and gentle; and you rode,+ +Constable +
+like a kern of Ireland, your French hose off, and in
+your straight strossers.
++You have good judgment in horsemanship.+ +DAUPHIN +
++Be warned by me, then: they that ride so and ride+ +Constable +
+not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have
+my horse to my mistress.
++I had as lief have my mistress a jade.+ +DAUPHIN +
++I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his own hair.+ +Constable +
++I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow+ +DAUPHIN +
+to my mistress.
++'Le chien est retourne a son propre vomissement, et+ +Constable +
+la truie lavee au bourbier;' thou makest use of any thing.
++Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any+ +RAMBURES +
+such proverb so little kin to the purpose.
++My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent+ +Constable +
+to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?
++Stars, my lord.+ +DAUPHIN +
++Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.+ +Constable +
++And yet my sky shall not want.+ +DAUPHIN +
++That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and+ +Constable +
+'twere more honour some were away.
++Even as your horse bears your praises; who would+ +DAUPHIN +
+trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.
++Would I were able to load him with his desert! Will+ +Constable +
+it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and
+my way shall be paved with English faces.
++I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of+ +RAMBURES +
+my way: but I would it were morning; for I would
+fain be about the ears of the English.
++Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners?+ +Constable +
++You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.+ +DAUPHIN +
++'Tis midnight; I'll go arm myself.+ +ORLEANS +
+Exit
++The Dauphin longs for morning.+ +RAMBURES +
++He longs to eat the English.+ +Constable +
++I think he will eat all he kills.+ +ORLEANS +
++By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.+ +Constable +
++Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.+ +ORLEANS +
++He is simply the most active gentleman of France.+ +Constable +
++Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.+ +ORLEANS +
++He never did harm, that I heard of.+ +Constable +
++Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.+ +ORLEANS +
++I know him to be valiant.+ +Constable +
++I was told that by one that knows him better than+ +ORLEANS +
+you.
++What's he?+ +Constable +
++Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared+ +ORLEANS +
+not who knew it
++He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him.+ +Constable +
++By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it+ +ORLEANS +
+but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and when it
+appears, it will bate.
++Ill will never said well.+ +Constable +
++I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.'+ +ORLEANS +
++And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.'+ +Constable +
++Well placed: there stands your friend for the+ +ORLEANS +
+devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A
+pox of the devil.'
++You are the better at proverbs, by how much 'A+ +Constable +
+fool's bolt is soon shot.'
++You have shot over.+ +ORLEANS +
++'Tis not the first time you were overshot.+ +Messenger +
+Enter a Messenger
++My lord high constable, the English lie within+ +Constable +
+fifteen hundred paces of your tents.
++Who hath measured the ground?+ +Messenger +
++The Lord Grandpre.+ +Constable +
++A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were+ +ORLEANS +
+day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for
+the dawning as we do.
++What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of+ +Constable +
+England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so
+far out of his knowledge!
++If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.+ +ORLEANS +
++That they lack; for if their heads had any+ +RAMBURES +
+intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy
+head-pieces.
++That island of England breeds very valiant+ +ORLEANS +
+creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.
++Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a+ +Constable +
+Russian bear and have their heads crushed like
+rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a
+valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
++Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the+ +ORLEANS +
+mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving
+their wits with their wives: and then give them
+great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will
+eat like wolves and fight like devils.
++Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.+ +Constable +
++Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs+ +ORLEANS +
+to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm:
+come, shall we about it?
++It is now two o'clock: but, let me see, by ten
+We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/henryviii.1.2.html b/shakespeare/html/henryviii.1.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1d12042f874f9222ce8829c91e9c8bc5e03e9e81 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/henryviii.1.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,468 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry V + | Act 3, Scene 7 +
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+ +The Life of King Henry the Eighth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VIII + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The same. The council-chamber.
+ ++Cornets. Enter KING HENRY VIII, leaning on CARDINAL WOLSEY's shoulder, the Nobles, and LOVELL; CARDINAL WOLSEY places himself under KING HENRY VIII's feet on his right side ++ +KING HENRY VIII ++My life itself, and the best heart of it,+ +QUEEN KATHARINE +
+Thanks you for this great care: I stood i' the level
+Of a full-charged confederacy, and give thanks
+To you that choked it. Let be call'd before us
+That gentleman of Buckingham's; in person
+I'll hear him his confessions justify;
+And point by point the treasons of his master
+He shall again relate.
+A noise within, crying 'Room for the Queen!' Enter QUEEN KATHARINE, ushered by NORFOLK, and SUFFOLK: she kneels. KING HENRY VIII riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses and placeth her by him
++Nay, we must longer kneel: I am a suitor.+ +KING HENRY VIII +
++Arise, and take place by us: half your suit+ +QUEEN KATHARINE +
+Never name to us; you have half our power:
+The other moiety, ere you ask, is given;
+Repeat your will and take it.
++Thank your majesty.+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+That you would love yourself, and in that love
+Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor
+The dignity of your office, is the point
+Of my petition.
++ Lady mine, proceed.+ +QUEEN KATHARINE +
++I am solicited, not by a few,+ +NORFOLK +
+And those of true condition, that your subjects
+Are in great grievance: there have been commissions
+Sent down among 'em, which hath flaw'd the heart
+Of all their loyalties: wherein, although,
+My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches
+Most bitterly on you, as putter on
+Of these exactions, yet the king our master--
+Whose honour heaven shield from soil!--even he
+escapes not
+Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks
+The sides of loyalty, and almost appears
+In loud rebellion.
++ Not almost appears,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,
+The clothiers all, not able to maintain
+The many to them longing, have put off
+The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,
+Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
+And lack of other means, in desperate manner
+Daring the event to the teeth, are all in uproar,
+And danger serves among then!
++Taxation!+ +CARDINAL WOLSEY +
+Wherein? and what taxation? My lord cardinal,
+You that are blamed for it alike with us,
+Know you of this taxation?
++Please you, sir,+ +QUEEN KATHARINE +
+I know but of a single part, in aught
+Pertains to the state; and front but in that file
+Where others tell steps with me.
++No, my lord,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+You know no more than others; but you frame
+Things that are known alike; which are not wholesome
+To those which would not know them, and yet must
+Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions,
+Whereof my sovereign would have note, they are
+Most pestilent to the bearing; and, to bear 'em,
+The back is sacrifice to the load. They say
+They are devised by you; or else you suffer
+Too hard an exclamation.
++Still exaction!+ +QUEEN KATHARINE +
+The nature of it? in what kind, let's know,
+Is this exaction?
++ I am much too venturous+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd
+Under your promised pardon. The subjects' grief
+Comes through commissions, which compel from each
+The sixth part of his substance, to be levied
+Without delay; and the pretence for this
+Is named, your wars in France: this makes bold mouths:
+Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
+Allegiance in them; their curses now
+Live where their prayers did: and it's come to pass,
+This tractable obedience is a slave
+To each incensed will. I would your highness
+Would give it quick consideration, for
+There is no primer business.
++By my life,+ +CARDINAL WOLSEY +
+This is against our pleasure.
++And for me,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+I have no further gone in this than by
+A single voice; and that not pass'd me but
+By learned approbation of the judges. If I am
+Traduced by ignorant tongues, which neither know
+My faculties nor person, yet will be
+The chronicles of my doing, let me say
+'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake
+That virtue must go through. We must not stint
+Our necessary actions, in the fear
+To cope malicious censurers; which ever,
+As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
+That is new-trimm'd, but benefit no further
+Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
+By sick interpreters, once weak ones, is
+Not ours, or not allow'd; what worst, as oft,
+Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up
+For our best act. If we shall stand still,
+In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
+We should take root here where we sit, or sit
+State-statues only.
++Things done well,+ +CARDINAL WOLSEY +
+And with a care, exempt themselves from fear;
+Things done without example, in their issue
+Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent
+Of this commission? I believe, not any.
+We must not rend our subjects from our laws,
+And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?
+A trembling contribution! Why, we take
+From every tree lop, bark, and part o' the timber;
+And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd,
+The air will drink the sap. To every county
+Where this is question'd send our letters, with
+Free pardon to each man that has denied
+The force of this commission: pray, look to't;
+I put it to your care.
++A word with you.+ +QUEEN KATHARINE +
+To the Secretary
+Let there be letters writ to every shire,
+Of the king's grace and pardon. The grieved commons
+Hardly conceive of me; let it be noised
+That through our intercession this revokement
+And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you
+Further in the proceeding.
+Exit Secretary
+Enter Surveyor
++I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+Is run in your displeasure.
++It grieves many:+ +CARDINAL WOLSEY +
+The gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare speaker;
+To nature none more bound; his training such,
+That he may furnish and instruct great teachers,
+And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see,
+When these so noble benefits shall prove
+Not well disposed, the mind growing once corrupt,
+They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly
+Than ever they were fair. This man so complete,
+Who was enroll'd 'mongst wonders, and when we,
+Almost with ravish'd listening, could not find
+His hour of speech a minute; he, my lady,
+Hath into monstrous habits put the graces
+That once were his, and is become as black
+As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us; you shall hear--
+This was his gentleman in trust--of him
+Things to strike honour sad. Bid him recount
+The fore-recited practises; whereof
+We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
++Stand forth, and with bold spirit relate what you,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+Most like a careful subject, have collected
+Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
++Speak freely.+ +Surveyor +
++First, it was usual with him, every day+ +CARDINAL WOLSEY +
+It would infect his speech, that if the king
+Should without issue die, he'll carry it so
+To make the sceptre his: these very words
+I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,
+Lord Abergavenny; to whom by oath he menaced
+Revenge upon the cardinal.
++Please your highness, note+ +QUEEN KATHARINE +
+This dangerous conception in this point.
+Not friended by by his wish, to your high person
+His will is most malignant; and it stretches
+Beyond you, to your friends.
++My learn'd lord cardinal,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+Deliver all with charity.
++Speak on:+ +Surveyor +
+How grounded he his title to the crown,
+Upon our fail? to this point hast thou heard him
+At any time speak aught?
++He was brought to this+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.
++What was that Hopkins?+ +Surveyor +
++Sir, a Chartreux friar,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+His confessor, who fed him every minute
+With words of sovereignty.
++How know'st thou this?+ +Surveyor +
++Not long before your highness sped to France,+ +QUEEN KATHARINE +
+The duke being at the Rose, within the parish
+Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
+What was the speech among the Londoners
+Concerning the French journey: I replied,
+Men fear'd the French would prove perfidious,
+To the king's danger. Presently the duke
+Said, 'twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted
+'Twould prove the verity of certain words
+Spoke by a holy monk; 'that oft,' says he,
+'Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit
+John de la Car, my chaplain, a choice hour
+To hear from him a matter of some moment:
+Whom after under the confession's seal
+He solemnly had sworn, that what he spoke
+My chaplain to no creature living, but
+To me, should utter, with demure confidence
+This pausingly ensued: neither the king nor's heirs,
+Tell you the duke, shall prosper: bid him strive
+To gain the love o' the commonalty: the duke
+Shall govern England.'
++If I know you well,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office
+On the complaint o' the tenants: take good heed
+You charge not in your spleen a noble person
+And spoil your nobler soul: I say, take heed;
+Yes, heartily beseech you.
++Let him on.+ +Surveyor +
+Go forward.
++ On my soul, I'll speak but truth.+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+I told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions
+The monk might be deceived; and that 'twas dangerous for him
+To ruminate on this so far, until
+It forged him some design, which, being believed,
+It was much like to do: he answer'd, 'Tush,
+It can do me no damage;' adding further,
+That, had the king in his last sickness fail'd,
+The cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads
+Should have gone off.
++Ha! what, so rank? Ah ha!+ +Surveyor +
+There's mischief in this man: canst thou say further?
++I can, my liege.+ +KING HENRY VIII +
++ Proceed.+ +Surveyor +
++Being at Greenwich,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+After your highness had reproved the duke
+About Sir William Blomer,--
++I remember+ +Surveyor +
+Of such a time: being my sworn servant,
+The duke retain'd him his. But on; what hence?
++'If,' quoth he, 'I for this had been committed,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+As, to the Tower, I thought, I would have play'd
+The part my father meant to act upon
+The usurper Richard; who, being at Salisbury,
+Made suit to come in's presence; which if granted,
+As he made semblance of his duty, would
+Have put his knife to him.'
++A giant traitor!+ +CARDINAL WOLSEY +
++Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom,+ +QUEEN KATHARINE +
+and this man out of prison?
++God mend all!+ +KING HENRY VIII +
++There's something more would out of thee; what say'st?+ +Surveyor +
++After 'the duke his father,' with 'the knife,'+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger,
+Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes
+He did discharge a horrible oath; whose tenor
+Was,--were he evil used, he would outgo
+His father by as much as a performance
+Does an irresolute purpose.
++There's his period,+
+To sheathe his knife in us. He is attach'd;
+Call him to present trial: if he may
+Find mercy in the law, 'tis his: if none,
+Let him not seek 't of us: by day and night,
+He's traitor to the height.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/henryviii.4.1.html b/shakespeare/html/henryviii.4.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7c11da7b11d9f62b98f378d1956518df1f7d463b --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/henryviii.4.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,400 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VIII + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. A street in Westminster. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Life of King Henry the Eighth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VIII + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. A street in Westminster.
+ ++Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another ++ +First Gentleman ++You're well met once again.+ +Second Gentleman +
++So are you.+ +First Gentleman +
++You come to take your stand here, and behold+ +Second Gentleman +
+The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?
++'Tis all my business. At our last encounter,+ +First Gentleman +
+The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.
++'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow;+ +Second Gentleman +
+This, general joy.
++'Tis well: the citizens,+ +First Gentleman +
+I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds--
+As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward--
+In celebration of this day with shows,
+Pageants and sights of honour.
++Never greater,+ +Second Gentleman +
+Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
++May I be bold to ask at what that contains,+ +First Gentleman +
+That paper in your hand?
++Yes; 'tis the list+ +Second Gentleman +
+Of those that claim their offices this day
+By custom of the coronation.
+The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
+To be high-steward; next, the Duke of Norfolk,
+He to be earl marshal: you may read the rest.
++I thank you, sir: had I not known those customs,+ +First Gentleman +
+I should have been beholding to your paper.
+But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
+The princess dowager? how goes her business?
++That I can tell you too. The Archbishop+ +Second Gentleman +
+Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
+Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
+Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off
+From Ampthill where the princess lay; to which
+She was often cited by them, but appear'd not:
+And, to be short, for not appearance and
+The king's late scruple, by the main assent
+Of all these learned men she was divorced,
+And the late marriage made of none effect
+Since which she was removed to Kimbolton,
+Where she remains now sick.
++Alas, good lady!+ +Second Gentleman +
+Trumpets
+The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.
+Hautboys
+THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION
+1. A lively flourish of Trumpets.
+2. Then, two Judges.
+3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace
+before him.
+4. Choristers, singing.
+Music
+5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then
+Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his
+head a gilt copper crown.
+6. Marquess Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold,
+on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With
+him, SURREY, bearing the rod of silver with
+the dove, crowned with an earl's coronet.
+Collars of SS.
+7. SUFFOLK, in his robe of estate, his coronet
+on his head, bearing a long white wand, as
+high-steward. With him, NORFOLK, with the
+rod of marshalship, a coronet on his head.
+Collars of SS.
+8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports;
+under it, QUEEN ANNE in her robe; in her hair
+richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each
+side her, the Bishops of London and
+Winchester.
+9. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of
+gold, wrought with flowers, bearing QUEEN
+ANNE's train.
+10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain
+circlets of gold without flowers.
+They pass over the stage in order and state
++A royal train, believe me. These I know:+ +First Gentleman +
+Who's that that bears the sceptre?
++Marquess Dorset:+ +Second Gentleman +
+And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.
++A bold brave gentleman. That should be+ +First Gentleman +
+The Duke of Suffolk?
++'Tis the same: high-steward.+ +Second Gentleman +
++And that my Lord of Norfolk?+ +First Gentleman +
++Yes;+ +Second Gentleman +
++Heaven bless thee!+ +First Gentleman +
+Looking on QUEEN ANNE
+Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.
+Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;
+Our king has all the Indies in his arms,
+And more and richer, when he strains that lady:
+I cannot blame his conscience.
++They that bear+ +Second Gentleman +
+The cloth of honour over her, are four barons
+Of the Cinque-ports.
++Those men are happy; and so are all are near her.+ +First Gentleman +
+I take it, she that carries up the train
+Is that old noble lady, Duchess of Norfolk.
++It is; and all the rest are countesses.+ +Second Gentleman +
++Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed;+ +First Gentleman +
+And sometimes falling ones.
++No more of that.+ +First Gentleman +
+Exit procession, and then a great flourish of trumpets
+Enter a third Gentleman
++God save you, sir! where have you been broiling?+ +Third Gentleman +
++Among the crowd i' the Abbey; where a finger+ +Second Gentleman +
+Could not be wedged in more: I am stifled
+With the mere rankness of their joy.
++You saw+ +Third Gentleman +
+The ceremony?
++ That I did.+ +First Gentleman +
++How was it?+ +Third Gentleman +
++Well worth the seeing.+ +Second Gentleman +
++Good sir, speak it to us.+ +Third Gentleman +
++As well as I am able. The rich stream+ +Second Gentleman +
+Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen
+To a prepared place in the choir, fell off
+A distance from her; while her grace sat down
+To rest awhile, some half an hour or so,
+In a rich chair of state, opposing freely
+The beauty of her person to the people.
+Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman
+That ever lay by man: which when the people
+Had the full view of, such a noise arose
+As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,
+As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks--
+Doublets, I think,--flew up; and had their faces
+Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy
+I never saw before. Great-bellied women,
+That had not half a week to go, like rams
+In the old time of war, would shake the press,
+And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
+Could say 'This is my wife' there; all were woven
+So strangely in one piece.
++But, what follow'd?+ +Third Gentleman +
++At length her grace rose, and with modest paces+ +First Gentleman +
+Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and saint-like
+Cast her fair eyes to heaven and pray'd devoutly.
+Then rose again and bow'd her to the people:
+When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
+She had all the royal makings of a queen;
+As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
+The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
+Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir,
+With all the choicest music of the kingdom,
+Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted,
+And with the same full state paced back again
+To York-place, where the feast is held.
++Sir,+ +Third Gentleman +
+You must no more call it York-place, that's past;
+For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost:
+'Tis now the king's, and call'd Whitehall.
++I know it;+ +Second Gentleman +
+But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
+Is fresh about me.
++ What two reverend bishops+ +Third Gentleman +
+Were those that went on each side of the queen?
++Stokesly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester,+ +Second Gentleman +
+Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,
+The other, London.
++ He of Winchester+ +Third Gentleman +
+Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's,
+The virtuous Cranmer.
++All the land knows that:+ +Second Gentleman +
+However, yet there is no great breach; when it comes,
+Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.
++Who may that be, I pray you?+ +Third Gentleman +
++Thomas Cromwell;+ +Second Gentleman +
+A man in much esteem with the king, and truly
+A worthy friend. The king has made him master
+O' the jewel house,
+And one, already, of the privy council.
++He will deserve more.+ +Third Gentleman +
++Yes, without all doubt.+ +Both +
+Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which
+Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests:
+Something I can command. As I walk thither,
+I'll tell ye more.
++ You may command us, sir.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/henryviii.5.5.html b/shakespeare/html/henryviii.5.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4df37cc4ce326f0d6e779983eeb53ea116a526a2 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/henryviii.5.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,171 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VIII + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. The palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Life of King Henry the Eighth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VIII + | Act 5, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene +SCENE V. The palace.
+ ++Enter trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, NORFOLK with his marshal's staff, SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christening-gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, & c., train borne by a Lady; then follows the Marchioness Dorset, the other godmother, and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter speaks ++ +Garter ++Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous+ +CRANMER +
+life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty
+princess of England, Elizabeth!
+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VIII and Guard
++[Kneeling] And to your royal grace, and the good queen,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:
+All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
+Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
+May hourly fall upon ye!
++Thank you, good lord archbishop:+ +CRANMER +
+What is her name?
++ Elizabeth.+ +KING HENRY VIII +
++Stand up, lord.+ +CRANMER +
+KING HENRY VIII kisses the child
+With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee!
+Into whose hand I give thy life.
++Amen.+ +KING HENRY VIII +
++My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal:+ +CRANMER +
+I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
+When she has so much English.
++Let me speak, sir,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
+Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth.
+This royal infant--heaven still move about her!--
+Though in her cradle, yet now promises
+Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
+Which time shall bring to ripeness: she shall be--
+But few now living can behold that goodness--
+A pattern to all princes living with her,
+And all that shall succeed: Saba was never
+More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue
+Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces,
+That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
+With all the virtues that attend the good,
+Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her,
+Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
+She shall be loved and fear'd: her own shall bless her;
+Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
+And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with her:
+In her days every man shall eat in safety,
+Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
+The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours:
+God shall be truly known; and those about her
+From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
+And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
+Nor shall this peace sleep with her: but as when
+The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
+Her ashes new create another heir,
+As great in admiration as herself;
+So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
+When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,
+Who from the sacred ashes of her honour
+Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,
+And so stand fix'd: peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
+That were the servants to this chosen infant,
+Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him:
+Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
+His honour and the greatness of his name
+Shall be, and make new nations: he shall flourish,
+And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches
+To all the plains about him: our children's children
+Shall see this, and bless heaven.
++Thou speakest wonders.+ +CRANMER +
++She shall be, to the happiness of England,+ +KING HENRY VIII +
+An aged princess; many days shall see her,
+And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
+Would I had known no more! but she must die,
+She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin,
+A most unspotted lily shall she pass
+To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
++O lord archbishop,
+Thou hast made me now a man! never, before
+This happy child, did I get any thing:
+This oracle of comfort has so pleased me,
+That when I am in heaven I shall desire
+To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
+I thank ye all. To you, my good lord mayor,
+And your good brethren, I am much beholding;
+I have received much honour by your presence,
+And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords:
+Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye,
+She will be sick else. This day, no man think
+Has business at his house; for all shall stay:
+This little one shall make it holiday.
+Exeunt
+EPILOGUE
+'Tis ten to one this play can never please
+All that are here: some come to take their ease,
+And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,
+We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear,
+They'll say 'tis naught: others, to hear the city
+Abused extremely, and to cry 'That's witty!'
+Which we have not done neither: that, I fear,
+All the expected good we're like to hear
+For this play at this time, is only in
+The merciful construction of good women;
+For such a one we show'd 'em: if they smile,
+And say 'twill do, I know, within a while
+All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
+If they hold when their ladies bid 'em clap.
+ diff --git a/shakespeare/html/john.3.3.html b/shakespeare/html/john.3.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9de51409825536a5800787d58838d87048d3f132 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/john.3.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,209 @@ + + + +SCENE III. The same. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Life and Death of King John + + Shakespeare homepage + | King John + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. The same.
+ ++Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, ARTHUR, the BASTARD, HUBERT, and Lords ++ +KING JOHN ++[To QUEEN ELINOR] So shall it be; your grace shall+ +ARTHUR +
+stay behind
+So strongly guarded.
+To ARTHUR
+Cousin, look not sad:
+Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
+As dear be to thee as thy father was.
++O, this will make my mother die with grief!+ +KING JOHN +
++[To the BASTARD] Cousin, away for England!+ +BASTARD +
+haste before:
+And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
+Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels
+Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
+Must by the hungry now be fed upon:
+Use our commission in his utmost force.
++Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,+ +ELINOR +
+When gold and silver becks me to come on.
+I leave your highness. Grandam, I will pray,
+If ever I remember to be holy,
+For your fair safety; so, I kiss your hand.
++Farewell, gentle cousin.+ +KING JOHN +
++Coz, farewell.+ +QUEEN ELINOR +
+Exit the BASTARD
++Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.+ +KING JOHN +
++Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,+ +HUBERT +
+We owe thee much! within this wall of flesh
+There is a soul counts thee her creditor
+And with advantage means to pay thy love:
+And my good friend, thy voluntary oath
+Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
+Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,
+But I will fit it with some better time.
+By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed
+To say what good respect I have of thee.
++I am much bounden to your majesty.+ +KING JOHN +
++Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,+ +HUBERT +
+But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow,
+Yet it shall come from me to do thee good.
+I had a thing to say, but let it go:
+The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
+Attended with the pleasures of the world,
+Is all too wanton and too full of gawds
+To give me audience: if the midnight bell
+Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
+Sound on into the drowsy race of night;
+If this same were a churchyard where we stand,
+And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs,
+Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
+Had baked thy blood and made it heavy-thick,
+Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,
+Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes
+And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
+A passion hateful to my purposes,
+Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,
+Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
+Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
+Without eyes, ears and harmful sound of words;
+Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,
+I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
+But, ah, I will not! yet I love thee well;
+And, by my troth, I think thou lovest me well.
++So well, that what you bid me undertake,+ +KING JOHN +
+Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
+By heaven, I would do it.
++Do not I know thou wouldst?+ +HUBERT +
+Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
+On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend,
+He is a very serpent in my way;
+And whereso'er this foot of mine doth tread,
+He lies before me: dost thou understand me?
+Thou art his keeper.
++And I'll keep him so,+ +KING JOHN +
+That he shall not offend your majesty.
++Death.+ +HUBERT +
++My lord?+ +KING JOHN +
++ A grave.+ +HUBERT +
++ He shall not live.+ +KING JOHN +
++Enough.+ +ELINOR +
+I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
+Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
+Remember. Madam, fare you well:
+I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.
++My blessing go with thee!+ +KING JOHN +
++For England, cousin, go:+
+Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
+With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho!
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/john.4.1.html b/shakespeare/html/john.4.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0db44972349c76b109b3f5f112a6aeddddb00661 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/john.4.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,355 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | King John + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. A room in a castle. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Life and Death of King John + + Shakespeare homepage + | King John + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. A room in a castle.
+ ++Enter HUBERT and Executioners ++ +HUBERT ++Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand+ +First Executioner +
+Within the arras: when I strike my foot
+Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,
+And bind the boy which you shall find with me
+Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.
++I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.+ +HUBERT +
++Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.+ +ARTHUR +
+Exeunt Executioners
+Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
+Enter ARTHUR
++Good morrow, Hubert.+ +HUBERT +
++Good morrow, little prince.+ +ARTHUR +
++As little prince, having so great a title+ +HUBERT +
+To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.
++Indeed, I have been merrier.+ +ARTHUR +
++Mercy on me!+ +HUBERT +
+Methinks no body should be sad but I:
+Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
+Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
+Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
+So I were out of prison and kept sheep,
+I should be as merry as the day is long;
+And so I would be here, but that I doubt
+My uncle practises more harm to me:
+He is afraid of me and I of him:
+Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?
+No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven
+I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.
++[Aside] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate+ +ARTHUR +
+He will awake my mercy which lies dead:
+Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.
++Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day:+ +HUBERT +
+In sooth, I would you were a little sick,
+That I might sit all night and watch with you:
+I warrant I love you more than you do me.
++[Aside] His words do take possession of my bosom.+ +ARTHUR +
+Read here, young Arthur.
+Showing a paper
+Aside
+How now, foolish rheum!
+Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
+I must be brief, lest resolution drop
+Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.
+Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ?
++Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:+ +HUBERT +
+Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?
++Young boy, I must.+ +ARTHUR +
++ And will you?+ +HUBERT +
++And I will.+ +ARTHUR +
++Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,+ +HUBERT +
+I knit my handercher about your brows,
+The best I had, a princess wrought it me,
+And I did never ask it you again;
+And with my hand at midnight held your head,
+And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
+Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,
+Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'
+Or 'What good love may I perform for you?'
+Many a poor man's son would have lien still
+And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
+But you at your sick service had a prince.
+Nay, you may think my love was crafty love
+And call it cunning: do, an if you will:
+If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill,
+Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?
+These eyes that never did nor never shall
+So much as frown on you.
++I have sworn to do it;+ +ARTHUR +
+And with hot irons must I burn them out.
++Ah, none but in this iron age would do it!+ +HUBERT +
+The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
+Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears
+And quench his fiery indignation
+Even in the matter of mine innocence;
+Nay, after that, consume away in rust
+But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
+Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron?
+An if an angel should have come to me
+And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,
+I would not have believed him,--no tongue but Hubert's.
++Come forth.+ +ARTHUR +
+Stamps
+Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, & c
+Do as I bid you do.
++O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out+ +HUBERT +
+Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
++Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.+ +ARTHUR +
++Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough?+ +HUBERT +
+I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
+For heaven sake, Hubert, let me not be bound!
+Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,
+And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
+I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
+Nor look upon the iron angerly:
+Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
+Whatever torment you do put me to.
++Go, stand within; let me alone with him.+ +First Executioner +
++I am best pleased to be from such a deed.+ +ARTHUR +
+Exeunt Executioners
++Alas, I then have chid away my friend!+ +HUBERT +
+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.+ +ARTHUR +
++Is there no remedy?+ +HUBERT +
++None, but to lose your eyes.+ +ARTHUR +
++O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours,+ +HUBERT +
+A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,
+Any annoyance in that precious sense!
+Then feeling what small things are boisterous there,
+Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.
++Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.+ +ARTHUR +
++Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues+ +HUBERT +
+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 truth, the instrument is cold
+And would not harm me.
++I can heat it, boy.+ +ARTHUR +
++No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief,+ +HUBERT +
+Being create for comfort, to be used
+In undeserved extremes: see else yourself;
+There is no malice in this burning coal;
+The breath of heaven has blown his spirit out
+And strew'd repentent ashes on his head.
++But with my breath I can revive it, boy.+ +ARTHUR +
++An if you do, you will but make it blush+ +HUBERT +
+And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert:
+Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes;
+And like a dog that is compell'd to fight,
+Snatch at his master that doth tarre 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+ +ARTHUR +
+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+ +HUBERT +
+You were disguised.
++Peace; no more. Adieu.+ +ARTHUR +
+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.+ +HUBERT +
++Silence; no more: go closely in with me:+
+Much danger do I undergo for thee.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/john.5.5.html b/shakespeare/html/john.5.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bb356ba7c55356cf8fba7296602750b6a17009bc --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/john.5.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | King John + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. The French camp. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Life and Death of King John + + Shakespeare homepage + | King John + | Act 5, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. The French camp.
+ ++Enter LEWIS and his train ++ +LEWIS ++The sun of heaven methought was loath to set,+ +Messenger +
+But stay'd and made the western welkin blush,
+When English measure backward their own ground
+In faint retire. O, bravely came we off,
+When with a volley of our needless shot,
+After such bloody toil, we bid good night;
+And wound our tattering colours clearly up,
+Last in the field, and almost lords of it!
+Enter a Messenger
++Where is my prince, the Dauphin?+ +LEWIS +
++Here: what news?+ +Messenger +
++The Count Melun is slain; the English lords+ +LEWIS +
+By his persuasion are again fall'n off,
+And your supply, which you have wish'd so long,
+Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands.
++Ah, foul shrewd news! beshrew thy very heart!+ +Messenger +
+I did not think to be so sad to-night
+As this hath made me. Who was he that said
+King John did fly an hour or two before
+The stumbling night did part our weary powers?
++Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.+ +LEWIS +
++Well; keep good quarter and good care to-night:+
+The day shall not be up so soon as I,
+To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/julius_caesar.2.2.html b/shakespeare/html/julius_caesar.2.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8d57b4ebe236803e9ff9f110285a66a7a9b6eb7d --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/julius_caesar.2.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,320 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | King John + | Act 5, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. CAESAR's house. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Life and Death of Julius Caesar + + Shakespeare homepage + | Julius Caesar + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. CAESAR's house.
+ ++Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in his night-gown ++ +CAESAR ++Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night:+ +Servant +
+Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out,
+'Help, ho! they murder Caesar!' Who's within?
+Enter a Servant
++My lord?+ +CAESAR +
++Go bid the priests do present sacrifice+ +Servant +
+And bring me their opinions of success.
++I will, my lord.+ +CALPURNIA +
+Exit
+Enter CALPURNIA
++What mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth?+ +CAESAR +
+You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
++Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me+ +CALPURNIA +
+Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see
+The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
++Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,+ +CAESAR +
+Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
+Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
+Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
+A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
+And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;
+Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
+In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
+Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;
+The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
+Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
+And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
+O Caesar! these things are beyond all use,
+And I do fear them.
++What can be avoided+ +CALPURNIA +
+Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
+Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions
+Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
++When beggars die, there are no comets seen;+ +CAESAR +
+The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
++Cowards die many times before their deaths;+ +Servant +
+The valiant never taste of death but once.
+Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
+It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
+Seeing that death, a necessary end,
+Will come when it will come.
+Re-enter Servant
+What say the augurers?
++They would not have you to stir forth to-day.+ +CAESAR +
+Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
+They could not find a heart within the beast.
++The gods do this in shame of cowardice:+ +CALPURNIA +
+Caesar should be a beast without a heart,
+If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
+No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well
+That Caesar is more dangerous than he:
+We are two lions litter'd in one day,
+And I the elder and more terrible:
+And Caesar shall go forth.
++Alas, my lord,+ +CAESAR +
+Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
+Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear
+That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
+We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house:
+And he shall say you are not well to-day:
+Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
++Mark Antony shall say I am not well,+ +DECIUS BRUTUS +
+And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
+Enter DECIUS BRUTUS
+Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
++Caesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar:+ +CAESAR +
+I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
++And you are come in very happy time,+ +CALPURNIA +
+To bear my greeting to the senators
+And tell them that I will not come to-day:
+Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser:
+I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.
++Say he is sick.+ +CAESAR +
++ Shall Caesar send a lie?+ +DECIUS BRUTUS +
+Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
+To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth?
+Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
++Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,+ +CAESAR +
+Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.
++The cause is in my will: I will not come;+ +DECIUS BRUTUS +
+That is enough to satisfy the senate.
+But for your private satisfaction,
+Because I love you, I will let you know:
+Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
+She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,
+Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,
+Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans
+Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it:
+And these does she apply for warnings, and portents,
+And evils imminent; and on her knee
+Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.
++This dream is all amiss interpreted;+ +CAESAR +
+It was a vision fair and fortunate:
+Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
+In which so many smiling Romans bathed,
+Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
+Reviving blood, and that great men shall press
+For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance.
+This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.
++And this way have you well expounded it.+ +DECIUS BRUTUS +
++I have, when you have heard what I can say:+ +CAESAR +
+And know it now: the senate have concluded
+To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.
+If you shall send them word you will not come,
+Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock
+Apt to be render'd, for some one to say
+'Break up the senate till another time,
+When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.'
+If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper
+'Lo, Caesar is afraid'?
+Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love
+To our proceeding bids me tell you this;
+And reason to my love is liable.
++How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!+ +PUBLIUS +
+I am ashamed I did yield to them.
+Give me my robe, for I will go.
+Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA
+And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
++Good morrow, Caesar.+ +CAESAR +
++Welcome, Publius.+ +BRUTUS +
+What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
+Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
+Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy
+As that same ague which hath made you lean.
+What is 't o'clock?
++Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.+ +CAESAR +
++I thank you for your pains and courtesy.+ +ANTONY +
+Enter ANTONY
+See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,
+Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.
++So to most noble Caesar.+ +CAESAR +
++Bid them prepare within:+ +TREBONIUS +
+I am to blame to be thus waited for.
+Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius!
+I have an hour's talk in store for you;
+Remember that you call on me to-day:
+Be near me, that I may remember you.
++Caesar, I will:+ +CAESAR +
+Aside
+and so near will I be,
+That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
++Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;+ +BRUTUS +
+And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
++[Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,+
+The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/lear.3.3.html b/shakespeare/html/lear.3.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..54153cf6021dbecef89a1fd222b4427de5fdce33 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/lear.3.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Julius Caesar + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Gloucester's castle. + + + + + + ++
+ +King Lear + + Shakespeare homepage + | King Lear + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Gloucester's castle.
+ ++Enter GLOUCESTER and EDMUND ++ +GLOUCESTER ++Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural+ +EDMUND +
+dealing. When I desire their leave that I might
+pity him, they took from me the use of mine own
+house; charged me, on pain of their perpetual
+displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for
+him, nor any way sustain him.
++Most savage and unnatural!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Go to; say you nothing. There's a division betwixt+ +EDMUND +
+the dukes; and a worse matter than that: I have
+received a letter this night; 'tis dangerous to be
+spoken; I have locked the letter in my closet:
+these injuries the king now bears will be revenged
+home; there's part of a power already footed: we
+must incline to the king. I will seek him, and
+privily relieve him: go you and maintain talk with
+the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived:
+if he ask for me. I am ill, and gone to bed.
+Though I die for it, as no less is threatened me,
+the king my old master must be relieved. There is
+some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.
+Exit
++This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke+
+Instantly know; and of that letter too:
+This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me
+That which my father loses; no less than all:
+The younger rises when the old doth fall.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/lll.5.2.html b/shakespeare/html/lll.5.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..21bdf133a77f3f29e38b23f16ce8c3d083ed62c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/lll.5.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,2654 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | King Lear + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The same. + + + + + + ++
+ +Loves Labours Lost + + Shakespeare homepage + | Love's Labour's Lost + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene +SCENE II. The same.
+ ++Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, ROSALINE, and MARIA ++ +PRINCESS ++Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,+ +ROSALINE +
+If fairings come thus plentifully in:
+A lady wall'd about with diamonds!
+Look you what I have from the loving king.
++Madame, came nothing else along with that?+ +PRINCESS +
++Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme+ +ROSALINE +
+As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,
+Writ o' both sides the leaf, margent and all,
+That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.
++That was the way to make his godhead wax,+ +KATHARINE +
+For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
++Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.+ +ROSALINE +
++You'll ne'er be friends with him; a' kill'd your sister.+ +KATHARINE +
++He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;+ +ROSALINE +
+And so she died: had she been light, like you,
+Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
+She might ha' been a grandam ere she died:
+And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
++What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?+ +KATHARINE +
++A light condition in a beauty dark.+ +ROSALINE +
++We need more light to find your meaning out.+ +KATHARINE +
++You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff;+ +ROSALINE +
+Therefore I'll darkly end the argument.
++Look what you do, you do it still i' the dark.+ +KATHARINE +
++So do not you, for you are a light wench.+ +ROSALINE +
++Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light.+ +KATHARINE +
++You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me.+ +ROSALINE +
++Great reason; for 'past cure is still past care.'+ +PRINCESS +
++Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.+ +ROSALINE +
+But Rosaline, you have a favour too:
+Who sent it? and what is it?
++I would you knew:+ +PRINCESS +
+An if my face were but as fair as yours,
+My favour were as great; be witness this.
+Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron:
+The numbers true; and, were the numbering too,
+I were the fairest goddess on the ground:
+I am compared to twenty thousand fairs.
+O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!
++Any thing like?+ +ROSALINE +
++Much in the letters; nothing in the praise.+ +PRINCESS +
++Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.+ +KATHARINE +
++Fair as a text B in a copy-book.+ +ROSALINE +
++'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor,+ +KATHARINE +
+My red dominical, my golden letter:
+O, that your face were not so full of O's!
++A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows.+ +PRINCESS +
++But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain?+ +KATHARINE +
++Madam, this glove.+ +PRINCESS +
++ Did he not send you twain?+ +KATHARINE +
++Yes, madam, and moreover+ +MARIA +
+Some thousand verses of a faithful lover,
+A huge translation of hypocrisy,
+Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.
++This and these pearls to me sent Longaville:+ +PRINCESS +
+The letter is too long by half a mile.
++I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart+ +MARIA +
+The chain were longer and the letter short?
++Ay, or I would these hands might never part.+ +PRINCESS +
++We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.+ +ROSALINE +
++They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.+ +PRINCESS +
+That same Biron I'll torture ere I go:
+O that I knew he were but in by the week!
+How I would make him fawn and beg and seek
+And wait the season and observe the times
+And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes
+And shape his service wholly to my hests
+And make him proud to make me proud that jests!
+So perttaunt-like would I o'ersway his state
+That he should be my fool and I his fate.
++None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd,+ +ROSALINE +
+As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
+Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school
+And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
++The blood of youth burns not with such excess+ +MARIA +
+As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
++Folly in fools bears not so strong a note+ +PRINCESS +
+As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
+Since all the power thereof it doth apply
+To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
++Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.+ +BOYET +
+Enter BOYET
++O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace?+ +PRINCESS +
++Thy news Boyet?+ +BOYET +
++ Prepare, madam, prepare!+ +PRINCESS +
+Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are
+Against your peace: Love doth approach disguised,
+Armed in arguments; you'll be surprised:
+Muster your wits; stand in your own defence;
+Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
++Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they+ +BOYET +
+That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
++Under the cool shade of a sycamore+ +PRINCESS +
+I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
+When, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest,
+Toward that shade I might behold addrest
+The king and his companions: warily
+I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
+And overheard what you shall overhear,
+That, by and by, disguised they will be here.
+Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
+That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage:
+Action and accent did they teach him there;
+'Thus must thou speak,' and 'thus thy body bear:'
+And ever and anon they made a doubt
+Presence majestical would put him out,
+'For,' quoth the king, 'an angel shalt thou see;
+Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.'
+The boy replied, 'An angel is not evil;
+I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.'
+With that, all laugh'd and clapp'd him on the shoulder,
+Making the bold wag by their praises bolder:
+One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore
+A better speech was never spoke before;
+Another, with his finger and his thumb,
+Cried, 'Via! we will do't, come what will come;'
+The third he caper'd, and cried, 'All goes well;'
+The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
+With that, they all did tumble on the ground,
+With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
+That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
+To cheque their folly, passion's solemn tears.
++But what, but what, come they to visit us?+ +BOYET +
++They do, they do: and are apparell'd thus.+ +PRINCESS +
+Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess.
+Their purpose is to parle, to court and dance;
+And every one his love-feat will advance
+Unto his several mistress, which they'll know
+By favours several which they did bestow.
++And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd;+ +ROSALINE +
+For, ladies, we shall every one be mask'd;
+And not a man of them shall have the grace,
+Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
+Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear,
+And then the king will court thee for his dear;
+Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine,
+So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.
+And change your favours too; so shall your loves
+Woo contrary, deceived by these removes.
++Come on, then; wear the favours most in sight.+ +KATHARINE +
++But in this changing what is your intent?+ +PRINCESS +
++The effect of my intent is to cross theirs:+ +ROSALINE +
+They do it but in mocking merriment;
+And mock for mock is only my intent.
+Their several counsels they unbosom shall
+To loves mistook, and so be mock'd withal
+Upon the next occasion that we meet,
+With visages displayed, to talk and greet.
++But shall we dance, if they desire to't?+ +PRINCESS +
++No, to the death, we will not move a foot;+ +BOYET +
+Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace,
+But while 'tis spoke each turn away her face.
++Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart,+ +PRINCESS +
+And quite divorce his memory from his part.
++Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt+ +BOYET +
+The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out
+There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown,
+To make theirs ours and ours none but our own:
+So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
+And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.
+Trumpets sound within
++The trumpet sounds: be mask'd; the maskers come.+ +MOTH +
+The Ladies mask
+Enter Blackamoors with music; MOTH; FERDINAND, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in Russian habits, and masked
++All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!--+ +BOYET +
++Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.+ +MOTH +
++A holy parcel of the fairest dames.+ +BIRON +
+The Ladies turn their backs to him
+That ever turn'd their--backs--to mortal views!
++[Aside to MOTH] Their eyes, villain, their eyes!+ +MOTH +
++That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!--Out--+ +BOYET +
++True; out indeed.+ +MOTH +
++Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe+ +BIRON +
+Not to behold--
++[Aside to MOTH] Once to behold, rogue.+ +MOTH +
++Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,+ +BOYET +
+--with your sun-beamed eyes--
++They will not answer to that epithet;+ +MOTH +
+You were best call it 'daughter-beamed eyes.'
++They do not mark me, and that brings me out.+ +BIRON +
++Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue!+ +ROSALINE +
+Exit MOTH
++What would these strangers? know their minds, Boyet:+ +BOYET +
+If they do speak our language, 'tis our will:
+That some plain man recount their purposes
+Know what they would.
++What would you with the princess?+ +BIRON +
++Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.+ +ROSALINE +
++What would they, say they?+ +BOYET +
++Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.+ +ROSALINE +
++Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone.+ +BOYET +
++She says, you have it, and you may be gone.+ +FERDINAND +
++Say to her, we have measured many miles+ +BOYET +
+To tread a measure with her on this grass.
++They say, that they have measured many a mile+ +ROSALINE +
+To tread a measure with you on this grass.
++It is not so. Ask them how many inches+ +BOYET +
+Is in one mile: if they have measured many,
+The measure then of one is easily told.
++If to come hither you have measured miles,+ +BIRON +
+And many miles, the princess bids you tell
+How many inches doth fill up one mile.
++Tell her, we measure them by weary steps.+ +BOYET +
++She hears herself.+ +ROSALINE +
++ How many weary steps,+ +BIRON +
+Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,
+Are number'd in the travel of one mile?
++We number nothing that we spend for you:+ +ROSALINE +
+Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
+That we may do it still without accompt.
+Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
+That we, like savages, may worship it.
++My face is but a moon, and clouded too.+ +FERDINAND +
++Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do!+ +ROSALINE +
+Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine,
+Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne.
++O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;+ +FERDINAND +
+Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water.
++Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one change.+ +ROSALINE +
+Thou bid'st me beg: this begging is not strange.
++Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.+ +FERDINAND +
+Music plays
+Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon.
++Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged?+ +ROSALINE +
++You took the moon at full, but now she's changed.+ +FERDINAND +
++Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.+ +ROSALINE +
+The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it.
++Our ears vouchsafe it.+ +FERDINAND +
++But your legs should do it.+ +ROSALINE +
++Since you are strangers and come here by chance,+ +FERDINAND +
+We'll not be nice: take hands. We will not dance.
++Why take we hands, then?+ +ROSALINE +
++Only to part friends:+ +FERDINAND +
+Curtsy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends.
++More measure of this measure; be not nice.+ +ROSALINE +
++We can afford no more at such a price.+ +FERDINAND +
++Prize you yourselves: what buys your company?+ +ROSALINE +
++Your absence only.+ +FERDINAND +
++ That can never be.+ +ROSALINE +
++Then cannot we be bought: and so, adieu;+ +FERDINAND +
+Twice to your visor, and half once to you.
++If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.+ +ROSALINE +
++In private, then.+ +FERDINAND +
++ I am best pleased with that.+ +BIRON +
+They converse apart
++White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.+ +PRINCESS +
++Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three.+ +BIRON +
++Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice,+ +PRINCESS +
+Metheglin, wort, and malmsey: well run, dice!
+There's half-a-dozen sweets.
++Seventh sweet, adieu:+ +BIRON +
+Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
++One word in secret.+ +PRINCESS +
++Let it not be sweet.+ +BIRON +
++Thou grievest my gall.+ +PRINCESS +
++Gall! bitter.+ +BIRON +
++Therefore meet.+ +DUMAIN +
+They converse apart
++Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?+ +MARIA +
++Name it.+ +DUMAIN +
++ Fair lady,--+ +MARIA +
++Say you so? Fair lord,--+ +DUMAIN +
+Take that for your fair lady.
++Please it you,+ +KATHARINE +
+As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
+They converse apart
++What, was your vizard made without a tongue?+ +LONGAVILLE +
++I know the reason, lady, why you ask.+ +KATHARINE +
++O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++You have a double tongue within your mask,+ +KATHARINE +
+And would afford my speechless vizard half.
++Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf?+ +LONGAVILLE +
++A calf, fair lady!+ +KATHARINE +
++ No, a fair lord calf.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++Let's part the word.+ +KATHARINE +
++No, I'll not be your half+ +LONGAVILLE +
+Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.
++Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks!+ +KATHARINE +
+Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.
++Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++One word in private with you, ere I die.+ +KATHARINE +
++Bleat softly then; the butcher hears you cry.+ +BOYET +
+They converse apart
++The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen+ +ROSALINE +
+As is the razor's edge invisible,
+Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen,
+Above the sense of sense; so sensible
+Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings
+Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
++Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off.+ +BIRON +
++By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff!+ +FERDINAND +
++Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple wits.+ +PRINCESS +
++Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.+ +BOYET +
+Exeunt FERDINAND, Lords, and Blackamoors
+Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?
++Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out.+ +ROSALINE +
++Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat.+ +PRINCESS +
++O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!+ +ROSALINE +
+Will they not, think you, hang themselves tonight?
+Or ever, but in vizards, show their faces?
+This pert Biron was out of countenance quite.
++O, they were all in lamentable cases!+ +PRINCESS +
+The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.
++Biron did swear himself out of all suit.+ +MARIA +
++Dumain was at my service, and his sword:+ +KATHARINE +
+No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute.
++Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;+ +PRINCESS +
+And trow you what he called me?
++Qualm, perhaps.+ +KATHARINE +
++Yes, in good faith.+ +PRINCESS +
++Go, sickness as thou art!+ +ROSALINE +
++Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps.+ +PRINCESS +
+But will you hear? the king is my love sworn.
++And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.+ +KATHARINE +
++And Longaville was for my service born.+ +MARIA +
++Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.+ +BOYET +
++Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:+ +PRINCESS +
+Immediately they will again be here
+In their own shapes; for it can never be
+They will digest this harsh indignity.
++Will they return?+ +BOYET +
++ They will, they will, God knows,+ +PRINCESS +
+And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows:
+Therefore change favours; and, when they repair,
+Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.
++How blow? how blow? speak to be understood.+ +BOYET +
++Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud;+ +PRINCESS +
+Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
+Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
++Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,+ +ROSALINE +
+If they return in their own shapes to woo?
++Good madam, if by me you'll be advised,+ +BOYET +
+Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised:
+Let us complain to them what fools were here,
+Disguised like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;
+And wonder what they were and to what end
+Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penn'd
+And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
+Should be presented at our tent to us.
++Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand.+ +PRINCESS +
++Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er land.+ +FERDINAND +
+Exeunt PRINCESS, ROSALINE, KATHARINE, and MARIA
+Re-enter FERDINAND, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in their proper habits
++Fair sir, God save you! Where's the princess?+ +BOYET +
++Gone to her tent. Please it your majesty+ +FERDINAND +
+Command me any service to her thither?
++That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.+ +BOYET +
++I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.+ +BIRON +
+Exit
++This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease,+ +FERDINAND +
+And utters it again when God doth please:
+He is wit's pedler, and retails his wares
+At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs;
+And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
+Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
+This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
+Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve;
+A' can carve too, and lisp: why, this is he
+That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy;
+This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
+That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
+In honourable terms: nay, he can sing
+A mean most meanly; and in ushering
+Mend him who can: the ladies call him sweet;
+The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:
+This is the flower that smiles on every one,
+To show his teeth as white as whale's bone;
+And consciences, that will not die in debt,
+Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
++A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart,+ +BIRON +
+That put Armado's page out of his part!
++See where it comes! Behavior, what wert thou+ +FERDINAND +
+Till this madman show'd thee? and what art thou now?
+Re-enter the PRINCESS, ushered by BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA, and KATHARINE
++All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!+ +PRINCESS +
++'Fair' in 'all hail' is foul, as I conceive.+ +FERDINAND +
++Construe my speeches better, if you may.+ +PRINCESS +
++Then wish me better; I will give you leave.+ +FERDINAND +
++We came to visit you, and purpose now+ +PRINCESS +
+To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then.
++This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow:+ +FERDINAND +
+Nor God, nor I, delights in perjured men.
++Rebuke me not for that which you provoke:+ +PRINCESS +
+The virtue of your eye must break my oath.
++You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke;+ +FERDINAND +
+For virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
+Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure
+As the unsullied lily, I protest,
+A world of torments though I should endure,
+I would not yield to be your house's guest;
+So much I hate a breaking cause to be
+Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
++O, you have lived in desolation here,+ +PRINCESS +
+Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
++Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear;+ +FERDINAND +
+We have had pastimes here and pleasant game:
+A mess of Russians left us but of late.
++How, madam! Russians!+ +PRINCESS +
++Ay, in truth, my lord;+ +ROSALINE +
+Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
++Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord:+ +BIRON +
+My lady, to the manner of the days,
+In courtesy gives undeserving praise.
+We four indeed confronted were with four
+In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour,
+And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,
+They did not bless us with one happy word.
+I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
+When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
++This jest is dry to me. Fair gentle sweet,+ +ROSALINE +
+Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet,
+With eyes best seeing, heaven's fiery eye,
+By light we lose light: your capacity
+Is of that nature that to your huge store
+Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor.
++This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye,--+ +BIRON +
++I am a fool, and full of poverty.+ +ROSALINE +
++But that you take what doth to you belong,+ +BIRON +
+It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
++O, I am yours, and all that I possess!+ +ROSALINE +
++All the fool mine?+ +BIRON +
++ I cannot give you less.+ +ROSALINE +
++Which of the vizards was it that you wore?+ +BIRON +
++Where? when? what vizard? why demand you this?+ +ROSALINE +
++There, then, that vizard; that superfluous case+ +FERDINAND +
+That hid the worse and show'd the better face.
++We are descried; they'll mock us now downright.+ +DUMAIN +
++Let us confess and turn it to a jest.+ +PRINCESS +
++Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad?+ +ROSALINE +
++Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale?+ +BIRON +
+Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
++Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.+ +Here stand I +
+Can any face of brass hold longer out?
++lady, dart thy skill at me;+ +ROSALINE +
+Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout;
+Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance;
+Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;
+And I will wish thee never more to dance,
+Nor never more in Russian habit wait.
+O, never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
+Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue,
+Nor never come in vizard to my friend,
+Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song!
+Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
+Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation,
+Figures pedantical; these summer-flies
+Have blown me full of maggot ostentation:
+I do forswear them; and I here protest,
+By this white glove;--how white the hand, God knows!--
+Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd
+In russet yeas and honest kersey noes:
+And, to begin, wench,--so God help me, la!--
+My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
++Sans sans, I pray you.+ +BIRON +
++Yet I have a trick+ +PRINCESS +
+Of the old rage: bear with me, I am sick;
+I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see:
+Write, 'Lord have mercy on us' on those three;
+They are infected; in their hearts it lies;
+They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes;
+These lords are visited; you are not free,
+For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
++No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.+ +BIRON +
++Our states are forfeit: seek not to undo us.+ +ROSALINE +
++It is not so; for how can this be true,+ +BIRON +
+That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
++Peace! for I will not have to do with you.+ +ROSALINE +
++Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.+ +BIRON +
++Speak for yourselves; my wit is at an end.+ +FERDINAND +
++Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression+ +PRINCESS +
+Some fair excuse.
++ The fairest is confession.+ +FERDINAND +
+Were not you here but even now disguised?
++Madam, I was.+ +PRINCESS +
++ And were you well advised?+ +FERDINAND +
++I was, fair madam.+ +PRINCESS +
++ When you then were here,+ +FERDINAND +
+What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
++That more than all the world I did respect her.+ +PRINCESS +
++When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.+ +FERDINAND +
++Upon mine honour, no.+ +PRINCESS +
++Peace, peace! forbear:+ +FERDINAND +
+Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
++Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.+ +PRINCESS +
++I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline,+ +ROSALINE +
+What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
++Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear+ +PRINCESS +
+As precious eyesight, and did value me
+Above this world; adding thereto moreover
+That he would wed me, or else die my lover.
++God give thee joy of him! the noble lord+ +FERDINAND +
+Most honourably doth unhold his word.
++What mean you, madam? by my life, my troth,+ +ROSALINE +
+I never swore this lady such an oath.
++By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain,+ +FERDINAND +
+You gave me this: but take it, sir, again.
++My faith and this the princess I did give:+ +PRINCESS +
+I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
++Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;+ +BIRON +
+And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear.
+What, will you have me, or your pearl again?
++Neither of either; I remit both twain.+ +BOYET +
+I see the trick on't: here was a consent,
+Knowing aforehand of our merriment,
+To dash it like a Christmas comedy:
+Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany,
+Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick,
+That smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick
+To make my lady laugh when she's disposed,
+Told our intents before; which once disclosed,
+The ladies did change favours: and then we,
+Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she.
+Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
+We are again forsworn, in will and error.
+Much upon this it is: and might not you
+To BOYET
+Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue?
+Do not you know my lady's foot by the squier,
+And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
+And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
+Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
+You put our page out: go, you are allow'd;
+Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.
+You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye
+Wounds like a leaden sword.
++Full merrily+ +BIRON +
+Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
++Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done.+ +COSTARD +
+Enter COSTARD
+Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
++O Lord, sir, they would know+ +BIRON +
+Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no.
++What, are there but three?+ +COSTARD +
++No, sir; but it is vara fine,+ +BIRON +
+For every one pursents three.
++And three times thrice is nine.+ +COSTARD +
++Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope it is not so.+ +BIRON +
+You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir we know
+what we know:
+I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,--
++Is not nine.+ +COSTARD +
++Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount.+ +BIRON +
++By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.+ +COSTARD +
++O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living+ +BIRON +
+by reckoning, sir.
++How much is it?+ +COSTARD +
++O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors,+ +BIRON +
+sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for mine
+own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one man
+in one poor man, Pompion the Great, sir.
++Art thou one of the Worthies?+ +COSTARD +
++It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion the+ +BIRON +
+Great: for mine own part, I know not the degree of
+the Worthy, but I am to stand for him.
++Go, bid them prepare.+ +COSTARD +
++We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take+ +FERDINAND +
+some care.
+Exit
++Biron, they will shame us: let them not approach.+ +BIRON +
++We are shame-proof, my lord: and tis some policy+ +FERDINAND +
+To have one show worse than the king's and his company.
++I say they shall not come.+ +PRINCESS +
++Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now:+ +BIRON +
+That sport best pleases that doth least know how:
+Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
+Dies in the zeal of that which it presents:
+Their form confounded makes most form in mirth,
+When great things labouring perish in their birth.
++A right description of our sport, my lord.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO
+DON
++Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal+ +PRINCESS +
+sweet breath as will utter a brace of words.
+Converses apart with FERDINAND, and delivers him a paper
++Doth this man serve God?+ +BIRON +
++Why ask you?+ +PRINCESS +
++He speaks not like a man of God's making.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++That is all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch; for,+ +FERDINAND +
+I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding
+fantastical; too, too vain, too too vain: but we
+will put it, as they say, to fortuna de la guerra.
+I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couplement!
+Exit
++Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies. He+ +BIRON +
+presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the
+Great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page,
+Hercules; the pedant, Judas Maccabaeus: And if
+these four Worthies in their first show thrive,
+These four will change habits, and present the other five.
++There is five in the first show.+ +FERDINAND +
++You are deceived; 'tis not so.+ +BIRON +
++The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool+ +FERDINAND +
+and the boy:--
+Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again
+Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein.
++The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain.+ +COSTARD +
+Enter COSTARD, for Pompey
++I Pompey am,--+ +BOYET +
++ You lie, you are not he.+ +COSTARD +
++I Pompey am,--+ +BOYET +
++ With libbard's head on knee.+ +BIRON +
++Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends+ +COSTARD +
+with thee.
++I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big--+ +DUMAIN +
++The Great.+ +COSTARD +
++It is, 'Great,' sir:--+ +PRINCESS +
+Pompey surnamed the Great;
+That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make
+my foe to sweat:
+And travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance,
+And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France,
+If your ladyship would say, 'Thanks, Pompey,' I had done.
++Great thanks, great Pompey.+ +COSTARD +
++'Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect: I+ +BIRON +
+made a little fault in 'Great.'
++My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy.+ +SIR NATHANIEL +
+Enter SIR NATHANIEL, for Alexander
++When in the world I lived, I was the world's+ +BOYET +
+commander;
+By east, west, north, and south, I spread my
+conquering might:
+My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander,--
++Your nose says, no, you are not for it stands too right.+ +BIRON +
++Your nose smells 'no' in this, most tender-smelling knight.+ +PRINCESS +
++The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander.+ +SIR NATHANIEL +
++When in the world I lived, I was the world's+ +BOYET +
+commander,--
++Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander.+ +BIRON +
++Pompey the Great,--+ +COSTARD +
++Your servant, and Costard.+ +BIRON +
++Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.+ +COSTARD +
++[To SIR NATHANIEL] O, sir, you have overthrown+ +HOLOFERNES +
+Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of
+the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds
+his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given
+to Ajax: he will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror,
+and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander.
+SIR NATHANIEL retires
+There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an
+honest man, look you, and soon dashed. He is a
+marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good
+bowler: but, for Alisander,--alas, you see how
+'tis,--a little o'erparted. But there are Worthies
+a-coming will speak their mind in some other sort.
+Enter HOLOFERNES, for Judas; and MOTH, for Hercules
++ Great Hercules is presented by this imp,+ +DUMAIN +
+Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canis;
+And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
+Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus.
+Quoniam he seemeth in minority,
+Ergo I come with this apology.
+Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
+MOTH retires
+Judas I am,--
++A Judas!+ +HOLOFERNES +
++Not Iscariot, sir.+ +DUMAIN +
+Judas I am, ycliped Maccabaeus.
++Judas Maccabaeus clipt is plain Judas.+ +BIRON +
++A kissing traitor. How art thou proved Judas?+ +HOLOFERNES +
++Judas I am,--+ +DUMAIN +
++The more shame for you, Judas.+ +HOLOFERNES +
++What mean you, sir?+ +BOYET +
++To make Judas hang himself.+ +HOLOFERNES +
++Begin, sir; you are my elder.+ +BIRON +
++Well followed: Judas was hanged on an elder.+ +HOLOFERNES +
++I will not be put out of countenance.+ +BIRON +
++Because thou hast no face.+ +HOLOFERNES +
++What is this?+ +BOYET +
++A cittern-head.+ +DUMAIN +
++The head of a bodkin.+ +BIRON +
++A Death's face in a ring.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.+ +BOYET +
++The pommel of Caesar's falchion.+ +DUMAIN +
++The carved-bone face on a flask.+ +BIRON +
++Saint George's half-cheek in a brooch.+ +DUMAIN +
++Ay, and in a brooch of lead.+ +BIRON +
++Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer.+ +HOLOFERNES +
+And now forward; for we have put thee in countenance.
++You have put me out of countenance.+ +BIRON +
++False; we have given thee faces.+ +HOLOFERNES +
++But you have out-faced them all.+ +BIRON +
++An thou wert a lion, we would do so.+ +BOYET +
++Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.+ +DUMAIN +
+And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay?
++For the latter end of his name.+ +BIRON +
++For the ass to the Jude; give it him:--Jud-as, away!+ +HOLOFERNES +
++This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.+ +BOYET +
++A light for Monsieur Judas! it grows dark, he may stumble.+ +PRINCESS +
+HOLOFERNES retires
++Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!+ +BIRON +
+Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, for Hector
++Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes Hector in arms.+ +DUMAIN +
++Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.+ +FERDINAND +
++Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this.+ +BOYET +
++But is this Hector?+ +FERDINAND +
++I think Hector was not so clean-timbered.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++His leg is too big for Hector's.+ +DUMAIN +
++More calf, certain.+ +BOYET +
++No; he is best endued in the small.+ +BIRON +
++This cannot be Hector.+ +DUMAIN +
++He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,+ +DUMAIN +
+Gave Hector a gift,--
++A gilt nutmeg.+ +BIRON +
++A lemon.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++Stuck with cloves.+ +DUMAIN +
++No, cloven.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++Peace!--+ +DUMAIN +
+The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty
+Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
+A man so breathed, that certain he would fight; yea
+From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
+I am that flower,--
++That mint.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++That columbine.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.+ +DUMAIN +
++Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks,+ +PRINCESS +
+beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed,
+he was a man. But I will forward with my device.
+To the PRINCESS
+Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.
++Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.+ +BOYET +
++[Aside to DUMAIN] Loves her by the foot,--+ +DUMAIN +
++[Aside to BOYET] He may not by the yard.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,--+ +COSTARD +
++The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+is two months on her way.
+DON
++What meanest thou?+ +COSTARD +
++Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in
+her belly already: tis yours.
+DON
++Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt+ +COSTARD +
+die.
++Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is+ +DUMAIN +
+quick by him and hanged for Pompey that is dead by
+him.
++Most rare Pompey!+ +BOYET +
++Renowned Pompey!+ +BIRON +
++Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey!+ +DUMAIN +
+Pompey the Huge!
++Hector trembles.+ +BIRON +
++Pompey is moved. More Ates, more Ates! stir them+ +DUMAIN +
+on! stir them on!
++Hector will challenge him.+ +BIRON +
++Ay, if a' have no man's blood in's belly than will+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+sup a flea.
+DON
++By the north pole, I do challenge thee.+ +COSTARD +
++I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man:+ +DUMAIN +
+I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword. I bepray you,
+let me borrow my arms again.
++Room for the incensed Worthies!+ +COSTARD +
++I'll do it in my shirt.+ +DUMAIN +
++Most resolute Pompey!+ +MOTH +
++Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean
+you? You will lose your reputation.
+DON
++Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat+ +DUMAIN +
+in my shirt.
++You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++Sweet bloods, I both may and will.+ +BIRON +
++What reason have you for't?+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go+ +BOYET +
+woolward for penance.
++True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of+ +MERCADE +
+linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but
+a dishclout of Jaquenetta's, and that a' wears next
+his heart for a favour.
+Enter MERCADE
++God save you, madam!+ +PRINCESS +
++Welcome, Mercade;+ +MERCADE +
+But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
++I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring+ +PRINCESS +
+Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father--
++Dead, for my life!+ +MERCADE +
++Even so; my tale is told.+ +BIRON +
++Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have+ +FERDINAND +
+seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
+discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
+Exeunt Worthies
++How fares your majesty?+ +PRINCESS +
++Boyet, prepare; I will away tonight.+ +FERDINAND +
++Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.+ +PRINCESS +
++Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,+ +FERDINAND +
+For all your fair endeavors; and entreat,
+Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
+In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide
+The liberal opposition of our spirits,
+If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
+In the converse of breath: your gentleness
+Was guilty of it. Farewell worthy lord!
+A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue:
+Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks
+For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
++The extreme parts of time extremely forms+ +PRINCESS +
+All causes to the purpose of his speed,
+And often at his very loose decides
+That which long process could not arbitrate:
+And though the mourning brow of progeny
+Forbid the smiling courtesy of love
+The holy suit which fain it would convince,
+Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,
+Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
+From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost
+Is not by much so wholesome-profitable
+As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
++I understand you not: my griefs are double.+ +BIRON +
++Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief;+ +PRINCESS +
+And by these badges understand the king.
+For your fair sakes have we neglected time,
+Play'd foul play with our oaths: your beauty, ladies,
+Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours
+Even to the opposed end of our intents:
+And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,--
+As love is full of unbefitting strains,
+All wanton as a child, skipping and vain,
+Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye,
+Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms,
+Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
+To every varied object in his glance:
+Which parti-coated presence of loose love
+Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
+Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities,
+Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
+Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies,
+Our love being yours, the error that love makes
+Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,
+By being once false for ever to be true
+To those that make us both,--fair ladies, you:
+And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
+Thus purifies itself and turns to grace.
++We have received your letters full of love;+ +DUMAIN +
+Your favours, the ambassadors of love;
+And, in our maiden council, rated them
+At courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy,
+As bombast and as lining to the time:
+But more devout than this in our respects
+Have we not been; and therefore met your loves
+In their own fashion, like a merriment.
++Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++So did our looks.+ +ROSALINE +
++ We did not quote them so.+ +FERDINAND +
++Now, at the latest minute of the hour,+ +PRINCESS +
+Grant us your loves.
++A time, methinks, too short+ +FERDINAND +
+To make a world-without-end bargain in.
+No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,
+Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:
+If for my love, as there is no such cause,
+You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
+Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
+To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
+Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
+There stay until the twelve celestial signs
+Have brought about the annual reckoning.
+If this austere insociable life
+Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
+If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
+Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
+But that it bear this trial and last love;
+Then, at the expiration of the year,
+Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
+And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine
+I will be thine; and till that instant shut
+My woeful self up in a mourning house,
+Raining the tears of lamentation
+For the remembrance of my father's death.
+If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
+Neither entitled in the other's heart.
++If this, or more than this, I would deny,+ +DUMAIN +
+To flatter up these powers of mine with rest,
+The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!
+Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.
++But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife?+ +KATHARINE +
++A beard, fair health, and honesty;+ +DUMAIN +
+With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
++O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?+ +KATHARINE +
++Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day+ +DUMAIN +
+I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say:
+Come when the king doth to my lady come;
+Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.
++I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.+ +KATHARINE +
++Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.+ +LONGAVILLE +
++What says Maria?+ +MARIA +
++ At the twelvemonth's end+ +LONGAVILLE +
+I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
++I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.+ +MARIA +
++The liker you; few taller are so young.+ +BIRON +
++Studies my lady? mistress, look on me;+ +ROSALINE +
+Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
+What humble suit attends thy answer there:
+Impose some service on me for thy love.
++Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron,+ +BIRON +
+Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue
+Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks,
+Full of comparisons and wounding flouts,
+Which you on all estates will execute
+That lie within the mercy of your wit.
+To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain,
+And therewithal to win me, if you please,
+Without the which I am not to be won,
+You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day
+Visit the speechless sick and still converse
+With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
+With all the fierce endeavor of your wit
+To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
++To move wild laughter in the throat of death?+ +ROSALINE +
+It cannot be; it is impossible:
+Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
++Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,+ +BIRON +
+Whose influence is begot of that loose grace
+Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools:
+A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
+Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
+Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
+Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans,
+Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
+And I will have you and that fault withal;
+But if they will not, throw away that spirit,
+And I shall find you empty of that fault,
+Right joyful of your reformation.
++A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall,+ +PRINCESS +
+I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
++[To FERDINAND] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.+ +FERDINAND +
++No, madam; we will bring you on your way.+ +BIRON +
++Our wooing doth not end like an old play;+ +FERDINAND +
+Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy
+Might well have made our sport a comedy.
++Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day,+ +BIRON +
+And then 'twill end.
++That's too long for a play.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+Re-enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO
+DON
++Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,--+ +PRINCESS +
++Was not that Hector?+ +DUMAIN +
++The worthy knight of Troy.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am+ +FERDINAND +
+a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the
+plough for her sweet love three years. But, most
+esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that
+the two learned men have compiled in praise of the
+owl and the cuckoo? It should have followed in the
+end of our show.
++Call them forth quickly; we will do so.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+DON
++Holla! approach.+ +ADRIANO DE ARMADO +
+Re-enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, MOTH, COSTARD, and others
+This side is Hiems, Winter, this Ver, the Spring;
+the one maintained by the owl, the other by the
+cuckoo. Ver, begin.
+THE SONG
+SPRING.
+When daisies pied and violets blue
+And lady-smocks all silver-white
+And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
+Do paint the meadows with delight,
+The cuckoo then, on every tree,
+Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
+Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
+Unpleasing to a married ear!
+When shepherds pipe on oaten straws
+And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
+When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
+And maidens bleach their summer smocks
+The cuckoo then, on every tree,
+Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
+Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
+Unpleasing to a married ear!
+WINTER.
+When icicles hang by the wall
+And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
+And Tom bears logs into the hall
+And milk comes frozen home in pail,
+When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul,
+Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
+Tu-who, a merry note,
+While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
+When all aloud the wind doth blow
+And coughing drowns the parson's saw
+And birds sit brooding in the snow
+And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
+When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
+Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
+Tu-who, a merry note,
+While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
+DON
++The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of
+Apollo. You that way: we this way.
+Exeunt
+ diff --git a/shakespeare/html/macbeth.1.4.html b/shakespeare/html/macbeth.1.4.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..70d19a46f4b4207f98b41cadcd62a39e1488169d --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/macbeth.1.4.html @@ -0,0 +1,154 @@ + + + +SCENE IV. Forres. The palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Tragedy of Macbeth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Macbeth + | Act 1, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. Forres. The palace.
+ ++Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants ++ +DUNCAN ++Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not+ +MALCOLM +
+Those in commission yet return'd?
++My liege,+ +DUNCAN +
+They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
+With one that saw him die: who did report
+That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
+Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
+A deep repentance: nothing in his life
+Became him like the leaving it; he died
+As one that had been studied in his death
+To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
+As 'twere a careless trifle.
++There's no art+ +MACBETH +
+To find the mind's construction in the face:
+He was a gentleman on whom I built
+An absolute trust.
+Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS
+O worthiest cousin!
+The sin of my ingratitude even now
+Was heavy on me: thou art so far before
+That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
+To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
+That the proportion both of thanks and payment
+Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
+More is thy due than more than all can pay.
++The service and the loyalty I owe,+ +DUNCAN +
+In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
+Is to receive our duties; and our duties
+Are to your throne and state children and servants,
+Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
+Safe toward your love and honour.
++Welcome hither:+ +BANQUO +
+I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
+To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
+That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
+No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
+And hold thee to my heart.
++There if I grow,+ +DUNCAN +
+The harvest is your own.
++My plenteous joys,+ +MACBETH +
+Wanton in fulness, 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, Malcolm, 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 Inverness,
+And bind us further to you.
++The rest is labour, which is not used for you:+ +DUNCAN +
+I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
+The hearing of my wife with your approach;
+So humbly take my leave.
++My worthy Cawdor!+ +MACBETH +
++[Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step+ +DUNCAN +
+On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
+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.
+Exit
++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.
+Flourish. Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/macbeth.2.1.html b/shakespeare/html/macbeth.2.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..33deba551e93816e5b35658592276cce0ce72195 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/macbeth.2.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,183 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Macbeth + | Act 1, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Tragedy of Macbeth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Macbeth + | Act 2, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle.
+ ++Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him ++ +BANQUO ++How goes the night, boy?+ +FLEANCE +
++The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.+ +BANQUO +
++And she goes down at twelve.+ +FLEANCE +
++I take't, 'tis later, sir.+ +BANQUO +
++Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven;+ +MACBETH +
+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!
+Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch
+Give me my sword.
+Who's there?
++A friend.+ +BANQUO +
++What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:+ +MACBETH +
+He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
+Sent forth great largess 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,+ +BANQUO +
+Our will became the servant to defect;
+Which else should free have wrought.
++All's well.+ +MACBETH +
+I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
+To you they have show'd some truth.
++I think not of them:+ +BANQUO +
+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 kind'st leisure.+ +MACBETH +
++If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,+ +BANQUO +
+It shall make honour for you.
++So I lose none+ +MACBETH +
+In seeking to augment it, but still keep
+My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
+I shall be counsell'd.
++Good repose the while!+ +BANQUO +
++Thanks, sir: the like to you!+ +MACBETH +
+Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE
++Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,+
+She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
+Exit Servant
+Is this a dagger which I see before me,
+The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
+I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
+Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
+To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
+A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
+Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
+I see thee yet, in form as palpable
+As this which now I draw.
+Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
+And such an instrument I was to use.
+Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
+Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
+And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
+Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
+It is the bloody business which informs
+Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
+Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
+The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
+Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
+Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
+Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
+With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
+Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
+Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
+Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
+And take the present horror from the time,
+Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
+Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
+A bell rings
+I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
+Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
+That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/macbeth.3.5.html b/shakespeare/html/macbeth.3.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b60c47adb93d923dd359babc409461edb308ed07 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/macbeth.3.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Macbeth + | Act 2, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. A Heath. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Tragedy of Macbeth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Macbeth + | Act 3, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. A Heath.
+ ++Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE ++ +First Witch ++Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.+ +HECATE +
++Have I not reason, beldams as you are,+ +First Witch +
+Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
+To trade and traffic with Macbeth
+In riddles and affairs of death;
+And I, the mistress of your charms,
+The close contriver of all harms,
+Was never call'd to bear my part,
+Or show the glory of our art?
+And, which is worse, all you have done
+Hath been but for a wayward son,
+Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
+Loves for his own ends, not for you.
+But make amends now: get you gone,
+And at the pit of Acheron
+Meet me i' the morning: thither he
+Will come to know his destiny:
+Your vessels and your spells provide,
+Your charms and every thing beside.
+I am for the air; this night I'll spend
+Unto a dismal and a fatal end:
+Great business must be wrought ere noon:
+Upon the corner of the moon
+There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
+I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
+And that distill'd by magic sleights
+Shall raise such artificial sprites
+As by the strength of their illusion
+Shall draw him on to his confusion:
+He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
+He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
+And you all know, security
+Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
+Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' & c
+Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
+Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
+Exit
++Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/macbeth.5.3.html b/shakespeare/html/macbeth.5.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d1ad7c045c18dd53f103c13abaa3fe432b857958 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/macbeth.5.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,197 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Macbeth + | Act 3, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Tragedy of Macbeth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Macbeth + | Act 5, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle.
+ ++Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants ++ +MACBETH ++Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:+ +Servant +
+Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
+I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
+Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
+All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
+'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
+Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly,
+false thanes,
+And mingle with the English epicures:
+The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
+Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
+Enter a Servant
+The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
+Where got'st thou that goose look?
++There is ten thousand--+ +MACBETH +
++Geese, villain!+ +Servant +
++Soldiers, sir.+ +MACBETH +
++Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,+ +Servant +
+Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
+Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
+Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
++The English force, so please you.+ +MACBETH +
++Take thy face hence.+ +SEYTON +
+Exit Servant
+Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
+When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push
+Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
+I have lived long enough: my way of life
+Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
+And that which should accompany old age,
+As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
+I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
+Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
+Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
+Enter SEYTON
++What is your gracious pleasure?+ +MACBETH +
++What news more?+ +SEYTON +
++All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.+ +MACBETH +
++I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.+ +SEYTON +
+Give me my armour.
++'Tis not needed yet.+ +MACBETH +
++I'll put it on.+ +Doctor +
+Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
+Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
+How does your patient, doctor?
++Not so sick, my lord,+ +MACBETH +
+As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,
+That keep her from her rest.
++Cure her of that.+ +Doctor +
+Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
+Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
+Raze out the written troubles of the brain
+And with some sweet oblivious antidote
+Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
+Which weighs upon the heart?
++Therein the patient+ +MACBETH +
+Must minister to himself.
++Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.+ +Doctor +
+Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
+Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
+Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast
+The water of my land, find her disease,
+And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
+I would applaud thee to the very echo,
+That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
+What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
+Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?
++Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation+ +MACBETH +
+Makes us hear something.
++Bring it after me.+ +Doctor +
+I will not be afraid of death and bane,
+Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
++[Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,+
+Profit again should hardly draw me here.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +Measure for Measure + + Shakespeare homepage + | Measure for Measure + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE I. An apartment in the DUKE'S palace.
+ ++Enter DUKE VINCENTIO, ESCALUS, Lords and Attendants ++ +DUKE VINCENTIO ++Escalus.+ +ESCALUS +
++My lord.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++Of government the properties to unfold,+ +ESCALUS +
+Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse;
+Since I am put to know that your own science
+Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice
+My strength can give you: then no more remains,
+But that to your sufficiency as your Worth is able,
+And let them work. The nature of our people,
+Our city's institutions, and the terms
+For common justice, you're as pregnant in
+As art and practise hath enriched any
+That we remember. There is our commission,
+From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
+I say, bid come before us Angelo.
+Exit an Attendant
+What figure of us think you he will bear?
+For you must know, we have with special soul
+Elected him our absence to supply,
+Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love,
+And given his deputation all the organs
+Of our own power: what think you of it?
++If any in Vienna be of worth+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+To undergo such ample grace and honour,
+It is Lord Angelo.
++ Look where he comes.+ +ANGELO +
+Enter ANGELO
++Always obedient to your grace's will,+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+I come to know your pleasure.
++Angelo,+ +ANGELO +
+There is a kind of character in thy life,
+That to the observer doth thy history
+Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings
+Are not thine own so proper as to waste
+Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
+Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
+Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
+Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
+As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd
+But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
+The smallest scruple of her excellence
+But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
+Herself the glory of a creditor,
+Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech
+To one that can my part in him advertise;
+Hold therefore, Angelo:--
+In our remove be thou at full ourself;
+Mortality and mercy in Vienna
+Live in thy tongue and heart: old Escalus,
+Though first in question, is thy secondary.
+Take thy commission.
++Now, good my lord,+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+Let there be some more test made of my metal,
+Before so noble and so great a figure
+Be stamp'd upon it.
++No more evasion:+ +ANGELO +
+We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice
+Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours.
+Our haste from hence is of so quick condition
+That it prefers itself and leaves unquestion'd
+Matters of needful value. We shall write to you,
+As time and our concernings shall importune,
+How it goes with us, and do look to know
+What doth befall you here. So, fare you well;
+To the hopeful execution do I leave you
+Of your commissions.
++Yet give leave, my lord,+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+That we may bring you something on the way.
++My haste may not admit it;+ +ANGELO +
+Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
+With any scruple; your scope is as mine own
+So to enforce or qualify the laws
+As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand:
+I'll privily away. I love the people,
+But do not like to stage me to their eyes:
+Through it do well, I do not relish well
+Their loud applause and Aves vehement;
+Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
+That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
++The heavens give safety to your purposes!+ +ESCALUS +
++Lead forth and bring you back in happiness!+ +DUKE +
++I thank you. Fare you well.+ +ESCALUS +
+Exit
++I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave+ +ANGELO +
+To have free speech with you; and it concerns me
+To look into the bottom of my place:
+A power I have, but of what strength and nature
+I am not yet instructed.
++'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together,+ +ESCALUS +
+And we may soon our satisfaction have
+Touching that point.
++I'll wait upon your honour.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/measure.2.4.html b/shakespeare/html/measure.2.4.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4f4314839c7b0c0b6519804e6c288e304d8a2705 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/measure.2.4.html @@ -0,0 +1,441 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Measure for Measure + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE IV. A room in ANGELO's house. + + + + + + ++
+ +Measure for Measure + + Shakespeare homepage + | Measure for Measure + | Act 2, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. A room in ANGELO's house.
+ ++Enter ANGELO ++ +ANGELO ++When I would pray and think, I think and pray+ +Servant +
+To several subjects. Heaven hath my empty words;
+Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
+Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth,
+As if I did but only chew his name;
+And in my heart the strong and swelling evil
+Of my conception. The state, whereon I studied
+Is like a good thing, being often read,
+Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,
+Wherein--let no man hear me--I take pride,
+Could I with boot change for an idle plume,
+Which the air beats for vain. O place, O form,
+How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
+Wrench awe from fools and tie the wiser souls
+To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood:
+Let's write good angel on the devil's horn:
+'Tis not the devil's crest.
+Enter a Servant
+How now! who's there?
++One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you.+ +ANGELO +
++Teach her the way.+ +ISABELLA +
+Exit Servant
+O heavens!
+Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
+Making both it unable for itself,
+And dispossessing all my other parts
+Of necessary fitness?
+So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;
+Come all to help him, and so stop the air
+By which he should revive: and even so
+The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,
+Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
+Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
+Must needs appear offence.
+Enter ISABELLA
+How now, fair maid?
++I am come to know your pleasure.+ +ANGELO +
++That you might know it, would much better please me+ +ISABELLA +
+Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live.
++Even so. Heaven keep your honour!+ +ANGELO +
++Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,+ +As long as you or I +
++yet he must die.+ +ISABELLA +
++Under your sentence?+ +ANGELO +
++Yea.+ +ISABELLA +
++When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,+ +ANGELO +
+Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted
+That his soul sicken not.
++Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as good+ +ISABELLA +
+To pardon him that hath from nature stolen
+A man already made, as to remit
+Their saucy sweetness that do coin heaven's image
+In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
+Falsely to take away a life true made
+As to put metal in restrained means
+To make a false one.
++'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.+ +ANGELO +
++Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly.+ +ISABELLA +
+Which had you rather, that the most just law
+Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,
+Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness
+As she that he hath stain'd?
++Sir, believe this,+ +ANGELO +
+I had rather give my body than my soul.
++I talk not of your soul: our compell'd sins+ +ISABELLA +
+Stand more for number than for accompt.
++How say you?+ +ANGELO +
++Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak+ +ISABELLA +
+Against the thing I say. Answer to this:
+I, now the voice of the recorded law,
+Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:
+Might there not be a charity in sin
+To save this brother's life?
++Please you to do't,+ +ANGELO +
+I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
+It is no sin at all, but charity.
++Pleased you to do't at peril of your soul,+ +ISABELLA +
+Were equal poise of sin and charity.
++That I do beg his life, if it be sin,+ +ANGELO +
+Heaven let me bear it! you granting of my suit,
+If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer
+To have it added to the faults of mine,
+And nothing of your answer.
++Nay, but hear me.+ +ISABELLA +
+Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant,
+Or seem so craftily; and that's not good.
++Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,+ +ANGELO +
+But graciously to know I am no better.
++Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright+ +ISABELLA +
+When it doth tax itself; as these black masks
+Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder
+Than beauty could, display'd. But mark me;
+To be received plain, I'll speak more gross:
+Your brother is to die.
++So.+ +ANGELO +
++And his offence is so, as it appears,+ +ISABELLA +
+Accountant to the law upon that pain.
++True.+ +ANGELO +
++Admit no other way to save his life,--+ +ISABELLA +
+As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
+But in the loss of question,--that you, his sister,
+Finding yourself desired of such a person,
+Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
+Could fetch your brother from the manacles
+Of the all-building law; and that there were
+No earthly mean to save him, but that either
+You must lay down the treasures of your body
+To this supposed, or else to let him suffer;
+What would you do?
++As much for my poor brother as myself:+ +ANGELO +
+That is, were I under the terms of death,
+The impression of keen whips I'ld wear as rubies,
+And strip myself to death, as to a bed
+That longing have been sick for, ere I'ld yield
+My body up to shame.
++Then must your brother die.+ +ISABELLA +
++And 'twere the cheaper way:+ +ANGELO +
+Better it were a brother died at once,
+Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
+Should die for ever.
++Were not you then as cruel as the sentence+ +ISABELLA +
+That you have slander'd so?
++Ignomy in ransom and free pardon+ +ANGELO +
+Are of two houses: lawful mercy
+Is nothing kin to foul redemption.
++You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;+ +ISABELLA +
+And rather proved the sliding of your brother
+A merriment than a vice.
++O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,+ +ANGELO +
+To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean:
+I something do excuse the thing I hate,
+For his advantage that I dearly love.
++We are all frail.+ +ISABELLA +
++ Else let my brother die,+ +ANGELO +
+If not a feodary, but only he
+Owe and succeed thy weakness.
++Nay, women are frail too.+ +ISABELLA +
++Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves;+ +ANGELO +
+Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
+Women! Help Heaven! men their creation mar
+In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail;
+For we are soft as our complexions are,
+And credulous to false prints.
++I think it well:+ +ISABELLA +
+And from this testimony of your own sex,--
+Since I suppose we are made to be no stronger
+Than faults may shake our frames,--let me be bold;
+I do arrest your words. Be that you are,
+That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;
+If you be one, as you are well express'd
+By all external warrants, show it now,
+By putting on the destined livery.
++I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,+ +ANGELO +
+Let me entreat you speak the former language.
++Plainly conceive, I love you.+ +ISABELLA +
++My brother did love Juliet,+ +ANGELO +
+And you tell me that he shall die for it.
++He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.+ +ISABELLA +
++I know your virtue hath a licence in't,+ +ANGELO +
+Which seems a little fouler than it is,
+To pluck on others.
++Believe me, on mine honour,+ +ISABELLA +
+My words express my purpose.
++Ha! little honour to be much believed,+ +ANGELO +
+And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming!
+I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
+Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
+Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud
+What man thou art.
++ Who will believe thee, Isabel?+ +ISABELLA +
+My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
+My vouch against you, and my place i' the state,
+Will so your accusation overweigh,
+That you shall stifle in your own report
+And smell of calumny. I have begun,
+And now I give my sensual race the rein:
+Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
+Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
+That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
+By yielding up thy body to my will;
+Or else he must not only die the death,
+But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
+To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow,
+Or, by the affection that now guides me most,
+I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you,
+Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.
+Exit
++To whom should I complain? Did I tell this,
+Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
+That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
+Either of condemnation or approof;
+Bidding the law make court'sy to their will:
+Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,
+To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother:
+Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,
+Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour.
+That, had he twenty heads to tender down
+On twenty bloody blocks, he'ld yield them up,
+Before his sister should her body stoop
+To such abhorr'd pollution.
+Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:
+More than our brother is our chastity.
+I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,
+And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest.
+Exit
++
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+ +Measure for Measure + + Shakespeare homepage + | Measure for Measure + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. A room in the prison.
+ ++Enter Provost and POMPEY ++ +Provost ++Come hither, sirrah. Can you cut off a man's head?+ +POMPEY +
++If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can; but if he be a+ +Provost +
+married man, he's his wife's head, and I can never
+cut off a woman's head.
++Come, sir, leave me your snatches, and yield me a+ +POMPEY +
+direct answer. To-morrow morning are to die Claudio
+and Barnardine. Here is in our prison a common
+executioner, who in his office lacks a helper: if
+you will take it on you to assist him, it shall
+redeem you from your gyves; if not, you shall have
+your full time of imprisonment and your deliverance
+with an unpitied whipping, for you have been a
+notorious bawd.
++Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd time out of mind;+ +Provost +
+but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman. I
+would be glad to receive some instruction from my
+fellow partner.
++What, ho! Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?+ +ABHORSON +
+Enter ABHORSON
++Do you call, sir?+ +Provost +
++Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you to-morrow in+ +ABHORSON +
+your execution. If you think it meet, compound with
+him by the year, and let him abide here with you; if
+not, use him for the present and dismiss him. He
+cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.
++A bawd, sir? fie upon him! he will discredit our mystery.+ +Provost +
++Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turn+ +POMPEY +
+the scale.
+Exit
++Pray, sir, by your good favour,--for surely, sir, a+ +ABHORSON +
+good favour you have, but that you have a hanging
+look,--do you call, sir, your occupation a mystery?
++Ay, sir; a mystery+ +POMPEY +
++Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and+ +ABHORSON +
+your whores, sir, being members of my occupation,
+using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery:
+but what mystery there should be in hanging, if I
+should be hanged, I cannot imagine.
++Sir, it is a mystery.+ +POMPEY +
++Proof?+ +ABHORSON +
++Every true man's apparel fits your thief: if it be+ +Provost +
+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.
+Re-enter Provost
++Are you agreed?+ +POMPEY +
++Sir, I will serve him; for I do find your hangman is+ +Provost +
+a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth
+oftener ask forgiveness.
++You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe+ +ABHORSON +
+to-morrow four o'clock.
++Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.+ +POMPEY +
++I do desire to learn, sir: and I hope, if you have+ +Provost +
+occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find
+me yare; for truly, sir, for your kindness I owe you
+a good turn.
++Call hither Barnardine and Claudio:+ +CLAUDIO +
+Exeunt POMPEY and ABHORSON
+The one has my pity; not a jot the other,
+Being a murderer, though he were my brother.
+Enter CLAUDIO
+Look, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death:
+'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow
+Thou must be made immortal. Where's Barnardine?
++As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour+ +Provost +
+When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones:
+He will not wake.
++ Who can do good on him?+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+Well, go, prepare yourself.
+Knocking within
+But, hark, what noise?
+Heaven give your spirits comfort!
+Exit CLAUDIO
+By and by.
+I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
+For the most gentle Claudio.
+Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before
+Welcome father.
++The best and wholesomest spirts of the night+ +Provost +
+Envelope you, good Provost! Who call'd here of late?
++None, since the curfew rung.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++Not Isabel?+ +Provost +
++ No.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++ They will, then, ere't be long.+ +Provost +
++What comfort is for Claudio?+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++There's some in hope.+ +Provost +
++It is a bitter deputy.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++Not so, not so; his life is parallel'd+ +Provost +
+Even with the stroke and line of his great justice:
+He doth with holy abstinence subdue
+That in himself which he spurs on his power
+To qualify in others: were he meal'd with that
+Which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
+But this being so, he's just.
+Knocking within
+Now are they come.
+Exit Provost
+This is a gentle provost: seldom when
+The steeled gaoler is the friend of men.
+Knocking within
+How now! what noise? That spirit's possessed with haste
+That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.
+Re-enter Provost
++There he must stay until the officer+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+Arise to let him in: he is call'd up.
++Have you no countermand for Claudio yet,+ +Provost +
+But he must die to-morrow?
++None, sir, none.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++As near the dawning, provost, as it is,+ +Provost +
+You shall hear more ere morning.
++Happily+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+You something know; yet I believe there comes
+No countermand; no such example have we:
+Besides, upon the very siege of justice
+Lord Angelo hath to the public ear
+Profess'd the contrary.
+Enter a Messenger
+This is his lordship's man.
++And here comes Claudio's pardon.+ +Messenger +
++[Giving a paper]+ +Provost +
+My lord hath sent you this note; and by me this
+further charge, that you swerve not from the
+smallest article of it, neither in time, matter, or
+other circumstance. Good morrow; for, as I take it,
+it is almost day.
++I shall obey him.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+Exit Messenger
++[Aside] This is his pardon, purchased by such sin+ +Provost +
+For which the pardoner himself is in.
+Hence hath offence his quick celerity,
+When it is born in high authority:
+When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended,
+That for the fault's love is the offender friended.
+Now, sir, what news?
++I told you. Lord Angelo, belike thinking me remiss+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted
+putting-on; methinks strangely, for he hath not used it before.
++Pray you, let's hear.+ +Provost +
++[Reads]+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+'Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let
+Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and in the
+afternoon Barnardine: for my better satisfaction,
+let me have Claudio's head sent me by five. Let
+this be duly performed; with a thought that more
+depends on it than we must yet deliver. Thus fail
+not to do your office, as you will answer it at your peril.'
+What say you to this, sir?
++What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in the+ +Provost +
+afternoon?
++A Bohemian born, but here nursed un and bred; one+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+that is a prisoner nine years old.
++How came it that the absent duke had not either+ +Provost +
+delivered him to his liberty or executed him? I
+have heard it was ever his manner to do so.
++His friends still wrought reprieves for him: and,+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+indeed, his fact, till now in the government of Lord
+Angelo, came not to an undoubtful proof.
++It is now apparent?+ +Provost +
++Most manifest, and not denied by himself.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++Hath he born himself penitently in prison? how+ +Provost +
+seems he to be touched?
++A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+as a drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless
+of what's past, present, or to come; insensible of
+mortality, and desperately mortal.
++He wants advice.+ +Provost +
++He will hear none: he hath evermore had the liberty+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+of the prison; give him leave to escape hence, he
+would not: drunk many times a day, if not many days
+entirely drunk. We have very oft awaked him, as if
+to carry him to execution, and showed him a seeming
+warrant for it: it hath not moved him at all.
++More of him anon. There is written in your brow,+ +Provost +
+provost, honesty and constancy: if I read it not
+truly, my ancient skill beguiles me; but, in the
+boldness of my cunning, I will lay myself in hazard.
+Claudio, whom here you have warrant to execute, is
+no greater forfeit to the law than Angelo who hath
+sentenced him. To make you understand this in a
+manifested effect, I crave but four days' respite;
+for the which you are to do me both a present and a
+dangerous courtesy.
++Pray, sir, in what?+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++In the delaying death.+ +Provost +
++A lack, how may I do it, having the hour limited,+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
+and an express command, under penalty, to deliver
+his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my case
+as Claudio's, to cross this in the smallest.
++By the vow of mine order I warrant you, if my+ +Provost +
+instructions may be your guide. Let this Barnardine
+be this morning executed, and his head born to Angelo.
++Angelo hath seen them both, and will discover the favour.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++O, death's a great disguiser; and you may add to it.+ +Provost +
+Shave the head, and tie the beard; and say it was
+the desire of the penitent to be so bared before his
+death: you know the course is common. If any thing
+fall to you upon this, more than thanks and good
+fortune, by the saint whom I profess, I will plead
+against it with my life.
++Pardon me, good father; it is against my oath.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++Were you sworn to the duke, or to the deputy?+ +Provost +
++To him, and to his substitutes.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++You will think you have made no offence, if the duke+ +Provost +
+avouch the justice of your dealing?
++But what likelihood is in that?+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see+ +Provost +
+you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor
+persuasion can with ease attempt you, I will go
+further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you.
+Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of the
+duke: you know the character, I doubt not; and the
+signet is not strange to you.
++I know them both.+ +DUKE VINCENTIO +
++The contents of this is the return of the duke: you+
+shall anon over-read it at your pleasure; where you
+shall find, within these two days he will be here.
+This is a thing that Angelo knows not; for he this
+very day receives letters of strange tenor;
+perchance of the duke's death; perchance entering
+into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of what
+is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the
+shepherd. Put not yourself into amazement how these
+things should be: all difficulties are but easy
+when they are known. Call your executioner, and off
+with Barnardine's head: I will give him a present
+shrift and advise him for a better place. Yet you
+are amazed; but this shall absolutely resolve you.
+Come away; it is almost clear dawn.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/merchant.2.5.html b/shakespeare/html/merchant.2.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7dc7539e34cc6e28e6e08c995fbeaf38956d90d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/merchant.2.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,163 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Measure for Measure + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
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+ +The Merchant of Venice + + Shakespeare homepage + | Merchant of Venice + | Act 2, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. The same. Before SHYLOCK'S house.
+ ++Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT ++ +SHYLOCK ++Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,+ +LAUNCELOT +
+The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:--
+What, Jessica!--thou shalt not gormandise,
+As thou hast done with me:--What, Jessica!--
+And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;--
+Why, Jessica, I say!
++Why, Jessica!+ +SHYLOCK +
++Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.+ +LAUNCELOT +
++Your worship was wont to tell me that+ +JESSICA +
+I could do nothing without bidding.
+Enter Jessica
++Call you? what is your will?+ +SHYLOCK +
++I am bid forth to supper, Jessica:+ +LAUNCELOT +
+There are my keys. But wherefore should I go?
+I am not bid for love; they flatter me:
+But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon
+The prodigal Christian. Jessica, my girl,
+Look to my house. I am right loath to go:
+There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,
+For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
++I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect+ +SHYLOCK +
+your reproach.
++So do I his.+ +LAUNCELOT +
++An they have conspired together, I will not say you+ +SHYLOCK +
+shall see a masque; but if you do, then it was not
+for nothing that my nose fell a-bleeding on
+Black-Monday last at six o'clock i' the morning,
+falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four
+year, in the afternoon.
++What, are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica:+ +LAUNCELOT +
+Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum
+And the vile squealing of the wry-neck'd fife,
+Clamber not you up to the casements then,
+Nor thrust your head into the public street
+To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces,
+But stop my house's ears, I mean my casements:
+Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
+My sober house. By Jacob's staff, I swear,
+I have no mind of feasting forth to-night:
+But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah;
+Say I will come.
++I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at+ +SHYLOCK +
+window, for all this, There will come a Christian
+boy, will be worth a Jewess' eye.
+Exit
++What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha?+ +JESSICA +
++His words were 'Farewell mistress;' nothing else.+ +SHYLOCK +
++The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder;+ +JESSICA +
+Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day
+More than the wild-cat: drones hive not with me;
+Therefore I part with him, and part with him
+To one that would have him help to waste
+His borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in;
+Perhaps I will return immediately:
+Do as I bid you; shut doors after you:
+Fast bind, fast find;
+A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
+Exit
++Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,+
+I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/merchant.2.9.html b/shakespeare/html/merchant.2.9.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9d759ccc478cb1026eef236f09661e562f6ec9f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/merchant.2.9.html @@ -0,0 +1,217 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Merchant of Venice + | Act 2, Scene 5 +
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+ +The Merchant of Venice + + Shakespeare homepage + | Merchant of Venice + | Act 2, Scene 9 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IX. Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.
+ ++Enter NERISSA with a Servitor ++ +NERISSA ++Quick, quick, I pray thee; draw the curtain straight:+ +PORTIA +
+The Prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,
+And comes to his election presently.
+Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF ARRAGON, PORTIA, and their trains
++Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince:+ +ARRAGON +
+If you choose that wherein I am contain'd,
+Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemnized:
+But if you fail, without more speech, my lord,
+You must be gone from hence immediately.
++I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things:+ +PORTIA +
+First, never to unfold to any one
+Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail
+Of the right casket, never in my life
+To woo a maid in way of marriage: Lastly,
+If I do fail in fortune of my choice,
+Immediately to leave you and be gone.
++To these injunctions every one doth swear+ +ARRAGON +
+That comes to hazard for my worthless self.
++And so have I address'd me. Fortune now+ +PORTIA +
+To my heart's hope! Gold; silver; and base lead.
+'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'
+You shall look fairer, ere I give or hazard.
+What says the golden chest? ha! let me see:
+'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.'
+What many men desire! that 'many' may be meant
+By the fool multitude, that choose by show,
+Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach;
+Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet,
+Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
+Even in the force and road of casualty.
+I will not choose what many men desire,
+Because I will not jump with common spirits
+And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
+Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house;
+Tell me once more what title thou dost bear:
+'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves:'
+And well said too; for who shall go about
+To cozen fortune and be honourable
+Without the stamp of merit? Let none presume
+To wear an undeserved dignity.
+O, that estates, degrees and offices
+Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour
+Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!
+How many then should cover that stand bare!
+How many be commanded that command!
+How much low peasantry would then be glean'd
+From the true seed of honour! and how much honour
+Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times
+To be new-varnish'd! Well, but to my choice:
+'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.'
+I will assume desert. Give me a key for this,
+And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
+He opens the silver casket
++Too long a pause for that which you find there.+ +ARRAGON +
++What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot,+ +PORTIA +
+Presenting me a schedule! I will read it.
+How much unlike art thou to Portia!
+How much unlike my hopes and my deservings!
+'Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves.'
+Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?
+Is that my prize? are my deserts no better?
++To offend, and judge, are distinct offices+ +ARRAGON +
+And of opposed natures.
++What is here?+ +PORTIA +
+Reads
+The fire seven times tried this:
+Seven times tried that judgment is,
+That did never choose amiss.
+Some there be that shadows kiss;
+Such have but a shadow's bliss:
+There be fools alive, I wis,
+Silver'd o'er; and so was this.
+Take what wife you will to bed,
+I will ever be your head:
+So be gone: you are sped.
+Still more fool I shall appear
+By the time I linger here
+With one fool's head I came to woo,
+But I go away with two.
+Sweet, adieu. I'll keep my oath,
+Patiently to bear my wroth.
+Exeunt Arragon and train
++Thus hath the candle singed the moth.+ +NERISSA +
+O, these deliberate fools! when they do choose,
+They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.
++The ancient saying is no heresy,+ +PORTIA +
+Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
++Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.+ +Servant +
+Enter a Servant
++Where is my lady?+ +PORTIA +
++ Here: what would my lord?+ +Servant +
++Madam, there is alighted at your gate+ +PORTIA +
+A young Venetian, one that comes before
+To signify the approaching of his lord;
+From whom he bringeth sensible regreets,
+To wit, besides commends and courteous breath,
+Gifts of rich value. Yet I have not seen
+So likely an ambassador of love:
+A day in April never came so sweet,
+To show how costly summer was at hand,
+As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.
++No more, I pray thee: I am half afeard+ +NERISSA +
+Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee,
+Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him.
+Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see
+Quick Cupid's post that comes so mannerly.
++Bassanio, lord Love, if thy will it be!
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/merchant.3.1.html b/shakespeare/html/merchant.3.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..28bd2c031c5f7d8de7bcaefe87e31853aa874d81 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/merchant.3.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,322 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Merchant of Venice + | Act 2, Scene 9 +
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+ +The Merchant of Venice + + Shakespeare homepage + | Merchant of Venice + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Venice. A street.
+ ++Enter SALANIO and SALARINO ++ +SALANIO ++Now, what news on the Rialto?+ +SALARINO +
++Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd that Antonio hath+ +SALANIO +
+a ship of rich lading wrecked on the narrow seas;
+the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very
+dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcasses of many
+a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip
+Report be an honest woman of her word.
++I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever+ +SALARINO +
+knapped ginger or made her neighbours believe she
+wept for the death of a third husband. But it is
+true, without any slips of prolixity or crossing the
+plain highway of talk, that the good Antonio, the
+honest Antonio,--O that I had a title good enough
+to keep his name company!--
++Come, the full stop.+ +SALANIO +
++Ha! what sayest thou? Why, the end is, he hath+ +SALARINO +
+lost a ship.
++I would it might prove the end of his losses.+ +SALANIO +
++Let me say 'amen' betimes, lest the devil cross my+ +SHYLOCK +
+prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.
+Enter SHYLOCK
+How now, Shylock! what news among the merchants?
++You know, none so well, none so well as you, of my+ +SALARINO +
+daughter's flight.
++That's certain: I, for my part, knew the tailor+ +SALANIO +
+that made the wings she flew withal.
++And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was+ +SHYLOCK +
+fledged; and then it is the complexion of them all
+to leave the dam.
++She is damned for it.+ +SALANIO +
++That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.+ +SHYLOCK +
++My own flesh and blood to rebel!+ +SALANIO +
++Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years?+ +SHYLOCK +
++I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood.+ +SALARINO +
++There is more difference between thy flesh and hers+ +SHYLOCK +
+than between jet and ivory; more between your bloods
+than there is between red wine and rhenish. But
+tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any
+loss at sea or no?
++There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a+ +SALARINO +
+prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the
+Rialto; a beggar, that was used to come so smug upon
+the mart; let him look to his bond: he was wont to
+call me usurer; let him look to his bond: he was
+wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy; let him
+look to his bond.
++Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take+ +SHYLOCK +
+his flesh: what's that good for?
++To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else,+ +Servant +
+it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and
+hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses,
+mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my
+bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine
+enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath
+not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,
+dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with
+the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject
+to the same diseases, healed by the same means,
+warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as
+a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
+if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison
+us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not
+revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will
+resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,
+what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian
+wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by
+Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you
+teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I
+will better the instruction.
+Enter a Servant
++Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house and+ +SALARINO +
+desires to speak with you both.
++We have been up and down to seek him.+ +SALANIO +
+Enter TUBAL
++Here comes another of the tribe: a third cannot be+ +SHYLOCK +
+matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew.
+Exeunt SALANIO, SALARINO, and Servant
++How now, Tubal! what news from Genoa? hast thou+ +TUBAL +
+found my daughter?
++I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.+ +SHYLOCK +
++Why, there, there, there, there! a diamond gone,+ +TUBAL +
+cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The curse
+never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it
+till now: two thousand ducats in that; and other
+precious, precious jewels. I would my daughter
+were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear!
+would she were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats in
+her coffin! No news of them? Why, so: and I know
+not what's spent in the search: why, thou loss upon
+loss! the thief gone with so much, and so much to
+find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge:
+nor no in luck stirring but what lights on my
+shoulders; no sighs but of my breathing; no tears
+but of my shedding.
++Yes, other men have ill luck too: Antonio, as I+ +SHYLOCK +
+heard in Genoa,--
++What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?+ +TUBAL +
++Hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.+ +SHYLOCK +
++I thank God, I thank God. Is't true, is't true?+ +TUBAL +
++I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.+ +SHYLOCK +
++I thank thee, good Tubal: good news, good news!+ +TUBAL +
+ha, ha! where? in Genoa?
++Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, in one+ +SHYLOCK +
+night fourscore ducats.
++Thou stickest a dagger in me: I shall never see my+ +TUBAL +
+gold again: fourscore ducats at a sitting!
+fourscore ducats!
++There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my+ +SHYLOCK +
+company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.
++I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torture+ +TUBAL +
+him: I am glad of it.
++One of them showed me a ring that he had of your+ +SHYLOCK +
+daughter for a monkey.
++Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my+ +TUBAL +
+turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor:
+I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
++But Antonio is certainly undone.+ +SHYLOCK +
++Nay, that's true, that's very true. Go, Tubal, fee+
+me an officer; bespeak him a fortnight before. I
+will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for, were
+he out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I
+will. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue;
+go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.1.4.html b/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.1.4.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9166584b31deb428725a0da17234e4052879cf68 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.1.4.html @@ -0,0 +1,451 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Merchant of Venice + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
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+ +The Merry Wives of Windsor + + Shakespeare homepage + | Merry Wives of Windsor + | Act 1, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. A room in DOCTOR CAIUS' house.
+ ++Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY ++ +MISTRESS QUICKLY ++What, John Rugby! I pray thee, go to the casement,+ +RUGBY +
+and see if you can see my master, Master Doctor
+Caius, coming. If he do, i' faith, and find any
+body in the house, here will be an old abusing of
+God's patience and the king's English.
++I'll go watch.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in+ +SIMPLE +
+faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire.
+Exit RUGBY
+An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant
+shall come in house withal, and, I warrant you, no
+tell-tale nor no breed-bate: his worst fault is,
+that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish
+that way: but nobody but has his fault; but let
+that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is?
++Ay, for fault of a better.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++And Master Slender's your master?+ +SIMPLE +
++Ay, forsooth.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Does he not wear a great round beard, like a+ +SIMPLE +
+glover's paring-knife?
++No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+little yellow beard, a Cain-coloured beard.
++A softly-sprighted man, is he not?+ +SIMPLE +
++Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall a man of his hands+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+as any is between this and his head; he hath fought
+with a warrener.
++How say you? O, I should remember him: does he not+ +SIMPLE +
+hold up his head, as it were, and strut in his gait?
++Yes, indeed, does he.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell+ +RUGBY +
+Master Parson Evans I will do what I can for your
+master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish--
+Re-enter RUGBY
++Out, alas! here comes my master.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++We shall all be shent. Run in here, good young man;+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
+go into this closet: he will not stay long.
+Shuts SIMPLE in the closet
+What, John Rugby! John! what, John, I say!
+Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt
+he be not well, that he comes not home.
+Singing
+And down, down, adown-a, & c.
+Enter DOCTOR CAIUS
++Vat is you sing? I do not like des toys. Pray you,+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+go and vetch me in my closet un boitier vert, a box,
+a green-a box: do intend vat I speak? a green-a box.
++Ay, forsooth; I'll fetch it you.+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
+Aside
+I am glad he went not in himself: if he had found
+the young man, he would have been horn-mad.
++Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+m'en vais a la cour--la grande affaire.
++Is it this, sir?+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
++Oui; mette le au mon pocket: depeche, quickly. Vere+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+is dat knave Rugby?
++What, John Rugby! John!+ +RUGBY +
++Here, sir!+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
++You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby. Come,+ +RUGBY +
+take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to the court.
++'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
++By my trot, I tarry too long. Od's me!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Qu'ai-j'oublie! dere is some simples in my closet,
+dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.
++Ay me, he'll find the young man here, and be mad!+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
++O diable, diable! vat is in my closet? Villain! larron!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Pulling SIMPLE out
+Rugby, my rapier!
++Good master, be content.+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
++Wherefore shall I be content-a?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++The young man is an honest man.+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
++What shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+no honest man dat shall come in my closet.
++I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic. Hear the truth+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
+of it: he came of an errand to me from Parson Hugh.
++Vell.+ +SIMPLE +
++Ay, forsooth; to desire her to--+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Peace, I pray you.+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
++Peace-a your tongue. Speak-a your tale.+ +SIMPLE +
++To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+speak a good word to Mistress Anne Page for my
+master in the way of marriage.
++This is all, indeed, la! but I'll ne'er put my+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
+finger in the fire, and need not.
++Sir Hugh send-a you? Rugby, baille me some paper.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Tarry you a little-a while.
+Writes
++[Aside to SIMPLE] I am glad he is so quiet: if he+ +SIMPLE +
+had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him
+so loud and so melancholy. But notwithstanding,
+man, I'll do you your master what good I can: and
+the very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my
+master,--I may call him my master, look you, for I
+keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake,
+scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds and do
+all myself,--
++[Aside to MISTRESS QUICKLY] 'Tis a great charge to+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+come under one body's hand.
++[Aside to SIMPLE] Are you avised o' that? you+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
+shall find it a great charge: and to be up early
+and down late; but notwithstanding,--to tell you in
+your ear; I would have no words of it,--my master
+himself is in love with Mistress Anne Page: but
+notwithstanding that, I know Anne's mind,--that's
+neither here nor there.
++You jack'nape, give-a this letter to Sir Hugh; by+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+gar, it is a shallenge: I will cut his troat in dee
+park; and I will teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest
+to meddle or make. You may be gone; it is not good
+you tarry here. By gar, I will cut all his two
+stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to throw
+at his dog:
+Exit SIMPLE
++Alas, he speaks but for his friend.+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
++It is no matter-a ver dat: do not you tell-a me+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? By gar, I
+vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine
+host of de Jarteer to measure our weapon. By gar, I
+will myself have Anne Page.
++Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
+must give folks leave to prate: what, the good-jer!
++Rugby, come to the court with me. By gar, if I have+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my
+door. Follow my heels, Rugby.
+Exeunt DOCTOR CAIUS and RUGBY
++You shall have An fool's-head of your own. No, I+ +FENTON +
+know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor
+knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more
+than I do with her, I thank heaven.
++[Within] Who's within there? ho!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Who's there, I trow! Come near the house, I pray you.+ +FENTON +
+Enter FENTON
++How now, good woman? how dost thou?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++The better that it pleases your good worship to ask.+ +FENTON +
++What news? how does pretty Mistress Anne?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and+ +FENTON +
+gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you
+that by the way; I praise heaven for it.
++Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? shall I not lose my suit?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but+ +FENTON +
+notwithstanding, Master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a
+book, she loves you. Have not your worship a wart
+above your eye?
++Yes, marry, have I; what of that?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Well, thereby hangs a tale: good faith, it is such+ +FENTON +
+another Nan; but, I detest, an honest maid as ever
+broke bread: we had an hour's talk of that wart. I
+shall never laugh but in that maid's company! But
+indeed she is given too much to allicholy and
+musing: but for you--well, go to.
++Well, I shall see her to-day. Hold, there's money+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: if
+thou seest her before me, commend me.
++Will I? i'faith, that we will; and I will tell your+ +FENTON +
+worship more of the wart the next time we have
+confidence; and of other wooers.
++Well, farewell; I am in great haste now.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Farewell to your worship.
+Exit FENTON
+Truly, an honest gentleman: but Anne loves him not;
+for I know Anne's mind as well as another does. Out
+upon't! what have I forgot?
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.2.1.html b/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.2.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..435f0f059289ea4aa18508d3114d33d1637ce229 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.2.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,565 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Merry Wives of Windsor + | Act 1, Scene 4 +
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Before PAGE'S house.
+ ++Enter MISTRESS PAGE, with a letter ++ +MISTRESS PAGE ++What, have I scaped love-letters in the holiday-+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them?
+Let me see.
+Reads
+'Ask me no reason why I love you; for though
+Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him
+not for his counsellor. You are not young, no more
+am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you are merry,
+so am I; ha, ha! then there's more sympathy: you
+love sack, and so do I; would you desire better
+sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page,--at
+the least, if the love of soldier can suffice,--
+that I love thee. I will not say, pity me; 'tis
+not a soldier-like phrase: but I say, love me. By me,
+Thine own true knight,
+By day or night,
+Or any kind of light,
+With all his might
+For thee to fight, JOHN FALSTAFF'
+What a Herod of Jewry is this! O wicked
+world! One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with
+age to show himself a young gallant! What an
+unweighed behavior hath this Flemish drunkard
+picked--with the devil's name!--out of my
+conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me?
+Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What
+should I say to him? I was then frugal of my
+mirth: Heaven forgive me! Why, I'll exhibit a bill
+in the parliament for the putting down of men. How
+shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be,
+as sure as his guts are made of puddings.
+Enter MISTRESS FORD
++Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
++And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+ill.
++Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary.+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
++Faith, but you do, in my mind.+ +MISTRESS FORD +
++Well, I do then; yet I say I could show you to the+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+contrary. O Mistress Page, give me some counsel!
++What's the matter, woman?+ +MISTRESS FORD +
++O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+could come to such honour!
++Hang the trifle, woman! take the honour. What is+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+it? dispense with trifles; what is it?
++If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so,+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+I could be knighted.
++What? thou liest! Sir Alice Ford! These knights+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+will hack; and so thou shouldst not alter the
+article of thy gentry.
++We burn daylight: here, read, read; perceive how I+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+might be knighted. I shall think the worse of fat
+men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of
+men's liking: and yet he would not swear; praised
+women's modesty; and gave such orderly and
+well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I
+would have sworn his disposition would have gone to
+the truth of his words; but they do no more adhere
+and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to
+the tune of 'Green Sleeves.' What tempest, I trow,
+threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his
+belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged
+on him? I think the best way were to entertain him
+with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted
+him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?
++Letter for letter, but that the name of Page and+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+Ford differs! To thy great comfort in this mystery
+of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy
+letter: but let thine inherit first; for, I
+protest, mine never shall. I warrant he hath a
+thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for
+different names--sure, more,--and these are of the
+second edition: he will print them, out of doubt;
+for he cares not what he puts into the press, when
+he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess,
+and lie under Mount Pelion. Well, I will find you
+twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
++Why, this is the very same; the very hand, the very+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+words. What doth he think of us?
++Nay, I know not: it makes me almost ready to+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain
+myself like one that I am not acquainted withal;
+for, sure, unless he know some strain in me, that I
+know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury.
++'Boarding,' call you it? I'll be sure to keep him+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+above deck.
++So will I if he come under my hatches, I'll never+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+to sea again. Let's be revenged on him: let's
+appoint him a meeting; give him a show of comfort in
+his suit and lead him on with a fine-baited delay,
+till he hath pawned his horses to mine host of the Garter.
++Nay, I will consent to act any villany against him,+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+that may not sully the chariness of our honesty. O,
+that my husband saw this letter! it would give
+eternal food to his jealousy.
++Why, look where he comes; and my good man too: he's+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+as far from jealousy as I am from giving him cause;
+and that I hope is an unmeasurable distance.
++You are the happier woman.+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
++Let's consult together against this greasy knight.+ +FORD +
+Come hither.
+They retire
+Enter FORD with PISTOL, and PAGE with NYM
++Well, I hope it be not so.+ +PISTOL +
++Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs:+ +FORD +
+Sir John affects thy wife.
++Why, sir, my wife is not young.+ +PISTOL +
++He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor,+ +FORD +
+Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
+He loves the gallimaufry: Ford, perpend.
++Love my wife!+ +PISTOL +
++With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou,+ +FORD +
+Like Sir Actaeon he, with Ringwood at thy heels:
+O, odious is the name!
++What name, sir?+ +PISTOL +
++The horn, I say. Farewell.+ +FORD +
+Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by night:
+Take heed, ere summer comes or cuckoo-birds do sing.
+Away, Sir Corporal Nym!
+Believe it, Page; he speaks sense.
+Exit
++[Aside] I will be patient; I will find out this.+ +NYM +
++[To PAGE] And this is true; I like not the humour+ +PAGE +
+of lying. He hath wronged me in some humours: I
+should have borne the humoured letter to her; but I
+have a sword and it shall bite upon my necessity.
+He loves your wife; there's the short and the long.
+My name is Corporal Nym; I speak and I avouch; 'tis
+true: my name is Nym and Falstaff loves your wife.
+Adieu. I love not the humour of bread and cheese,
+and there's the humour of it. Adieu.
+Exit
++'The humour of it,' quoth a'! here's a fellow+ +FORD +
+frights English out of his wits.
++I will seek out Falstaff.+ +PAGE +
++I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogue.+ +FORD +
++If I do find it: well.+ +PAGE +
++I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest+ +FORD +
+o' the town commended him for a true man.
++'Twas a good sensible fellow: well.+ +PAGE +
++How now, Meg!+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+MISTRESS PAGE and MISTRESS FORD come forward
++Whither go you, George? Hark you.+ +MISTRESS FORD +
++How now, sweet Frank! why art thou melancholy?+ +FORD +
++I melancholy! I am not melancholy. Get you home, go.+ +MISTRESS FORD +
++Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head. Now,+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+will you go, Mistress Page?
++Have with you. You'll come to dinner, George.+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+Aside to MISTRESS FORD
+Look who comes yonder: she shall be our messenger
+to this paltry knight.
++[Aside to MISTRESS PAGE] Trust me, I thought on her:+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+she'll fit it.
+Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY
++You are come to see my daughter Anne?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good Mistress Anne?+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
++Go in with us and see: we have an hour's talk with+ +PAGE +
+you.
+Exeunt MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and MISTRESS QUICKLY
++How now, Master Ford!+ +FORD +
++You heard what this knave told me, did you not?+ +PAGE +
++Yes: and you heard what the other told me?+ +FORD +
++Do you think there is truth in them?+ +PAGE +
++Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would+ +FORD +
+offer it: but these that accuse him in his intent
+towards our wives are a yoke of his discarded men;
+very rogues, now they be out of service.
++Were they his men?+ +PAGE +
++Marry, were they.+ +FORD +
++I like it never the better for that. Does he lie at+ +PAGE +
+the Garter?
++Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage+ +FORD +
+towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and
+what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it
+lie on my head.
++I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loath to+ +PAGE +
+turn them together. A man may be too confident: I
+would have nothing lie on my head: I cannot be thus satisfied.
++Look where my ranting host of the Garter comes:+ +Host +
+there is either liquor in his pate or money in his
+purse when he looks so merrily.
+Enter Host
+How now, mine host!
++How now, bully-rook! thou'rt a gentleman.+ +SHALLOW +
+Cavaleiro-justice, I say!
+Enter SHALLOW
++I follow, mine host, I follow. Good even and+ +Host +
+twenty, good Master Page! Master Page, will you go
+with us? we have sport in hand.
++Tell him, cavaleiro-justice; tell him, bully-rook.+ +SHALLOW +
++Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh+ +FORD +
+the Welsh priest and Caius the French doctor.
++Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you.+ +Host +
+Drawing him aside
++What sayest thou, my bully-rook?+ +SHALLOW +
++[To PAGE] Will you go with us to behold it? My+ +Host +
+merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons;
+and, I think, hath appointed them contrary places;
+for, believe me, I hear the parson is no jester.
+Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be.
+They converse apart
++Hast thou no suit against my knight, my+ +FORD +
+guest-cavaleire?
++None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle of+ +Host +
+burnt sack to give me recourse to him and tell him
+my name is Brook; only for a jest.
++My hand, bully; thou shalt have egress and regress;+ +SHALLOW +
+--said I well?--and thy name shall be Brook. It is
+a merry knight. Will you go, An-heires?
++Have with you, mine host.+ +PAGE +
++I have heard the Frenchman hath good skill in+ +SHALLOW +
+his rapier.
++Tut, sir, I could have told you more. In these times+ +Host +
+you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, and
+I know not what: 'tis the heart, Master Page; 'tis
+here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long
+sword I would have made you four tall fellows skip like rats.
++Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag?+ +PAGE +
++Have with you. I would rather hear them scold than fight.+ +FORD +
+Exeunt Host, SHALLOW, and PAGE
++Though Page be a secure fool, an stands so firmly+
+on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my
+opinion so easily: she was in his company at Page's
+house; and what they made there, I know not. Well,
+I will look further into't: and I have a disguise
+to sound Falstaff. If I find her honest, I lose not
+my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.3.5.html b/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.3.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..55e9da7ac17453637fff4d15d13f7a2b703c2c94 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.3.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,358 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Merry Wives of Windsor + | Act 2, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. A room in the Garter Inn. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Merry Wives of Windsor + + Shakespeare homepage + | Merry Wives of Windsor + | Act 3, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. A room in the Garter Inn.
+ ++Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH ++ +FALSTAFF ++Bardolph, I say,--+ +BARDOLPH +
++Here, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't.+ +BARDOLPH +
+Exit BARDOLPH
+Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a
+barrow of butcher's offal, and to be thrown in the
+Thames? Well, if I be served such another trick,
+I'll have my brains ta'en out and buttered, and give
+them to a dog for a new-year's gift. The rogues
+slighted me into the river with as little remorse as
+they would have drowned a blind bitch's puppies,
+fifteen i' the litter: and you may know by my size
+that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the
+bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had
+been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and
+shallow,--a death that I abhor; for the water swells
+a man; and what a thing should I have been when I
+had been swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy.
+Re-enter BARDOLPH with sack
++Here's Mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my+ +BARDOLPH +
+belly's as cold as if I had swallowed snowballs for
+pills to cool the reins. Call her in.
++Come in, woman!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY
++By your leave; I cry you mercy: give your worship+ +FALSTAFF +
+good morrow.
++Take away these chalices. Go brew me a pottle of+ +BARDOLPH +
+sack finely.
++With eggs, sir?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Exit BARDOLPH
+How now!
++Marry, sir, I come to your worship from Mistress Ford.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough; I was thrown+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+into the ford; I have my belly full of ford.
++Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault:+ +FALSTAFF +
+she does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection.
++So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's promise.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearn+ +FALSTAFF +
+your heart to see it. Her husband goes this morning
+a-birding; she desires you once more to come to her
+between eight and nine: I must carry her word
+quickly: she'll make you amends, I warrant you.
++Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid her+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+think what a man is: let her consider his frailty,
+and then judge of my merit.
++I will tell her.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Do so. Between nine and ten, sayest thou?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Eight and nine, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Well, be gone: I will not miss her.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Peace be with you, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Exit
++I marvel I hear not of Master Brook; he sent me word+ +FORD +
+to stay within: I like his money well. O, here he comes.
+Enter FORD
++Bless you, sir!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Now, master Brook, you come to know what hath passed+ +FORD +
+between me and Ford's wife?
++That, indeed, Sir John, is my business.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Master Brook, I will not lie to you: I was at her+ +FORD +
+house the hour she appointed me.
++And sped you, sir?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook.+ +FORD +
++How so, sir? Did she change her determination?+ +FALSTAFF +
++No, Master Brook; but the peaking Cornuto her+ +FORD +
+husband, Master Brook, dwelling in a continual
+'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our
+encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested,
+and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy;
+and at his heels a rabble of his companions, thither
+provoked and instigated by his distemper, and,
+forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love.
++What, while you were there?+ +FALSTAFF +
++While I was there.+ +FORD +
++And did he search for you, and could not find you?+ +FALSTAFF +
++You shall hear. As good luck would have it, comes+ +FORD +
+in one Mistress Page; gives intelligence of Ford's
+approach; and, in her invention and Ford's wife's
+distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.
++A buck-basket!+ +FALSTAFF +
++By the Lord, a buck-basket! rammed me in with foul+ +FORD +
+shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, greasy
+napkins; that, Master Brook, there was the rankest
+compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
++And how long lay you there?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have+ +FORD +
+suffered to bring this woman to evil for your good.
+Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple of Ford's
+knaves, his hinds, were called forth by their
+mistress to carry me in the name of foul clothes to
+Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders; met
+the jealous knave their master in the door, who
+asked them once or twice what they had in their
+basket: I quaked for fear, lest the lunatic knave
+would have searched it; but fate, ordaining he
+should be a cuckold, held his hand. Well: on went he
+for a search, and away went I for foul clothes. But
+mark the sequel, Master Brook: I suffered the pangs
+of three several deaths; first, an intolerable
+fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten
+bell-wether; next, to be compassed, like a good
+bilbo, in the circumference of a peck, hilt to
+point, heel to head; and then, to be stopped in,
+like a strong distillation, with stinking clothes
+that fretted in their own grease: think of that,--a
+man of my kidney,--think of that,--that am as subject
+to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution
+and thaw: it was a miracle to scape suffocation.
+And in the height of this bath, when I was more than
+half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be
+thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hot,
+in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of
+that,--hissing hot,--think of that, Master Brook.
++In good sadness, I am sorry that for my sake you+ +FALSTAFF +
+have sufferd all this. My suit then is desperate;
+you'll undertake her no more?
++Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, as I have+ +FORD +
+been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus. Her
+husband is this morning gone a-birding: I have
+received from her another embassy of meeting; 'twixt
+eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook.
++'Tis past eight already, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Is it? I will then address me to my appointment.+ +FORD +
+Come to me at your convenient leisure, and you shall
+know how I speed; and the conclusion shall be
+crowned with your enjoying her. Adieu. You shall
+have her, Master Brook; Master Brook, you shall
+cuckold Ford.
+Exit
++Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a dream? do I
+sleep? Master Ford awake! awake, Master Ford!
+there's a hole made in your best coat, Master Ford.
+This 'tis to be married! this 'tis to have linen
+and buck-baskets! Well, I will proclaim myself
+what I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my
+house; he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he
+should; he cannot creep into a halfpenny purse,
+nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the devil that
+guides him should aid him, I will search
+impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid,
+yet to be what I would not shall not make me tame:
+if I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go
+with me: I'll be horn-mad.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.5.3.html b/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.5.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f568c14239d2f0004a231727eb48e8b76f722991 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/merry_wives.5.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,107 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Merry Wives of Windsor + | Act 3, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. A street leading to the Park. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Merry Wives of Windsor + + Shakespeare homepage + | Merry Wives of Windsor + | Act 5, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. A street leading to the Park.
+ ++Enter MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and DOCTOR CAIUS ++ +MISTRESS PAGE ++Master doctor, my daughter is in green: when you+ +DOCTOR CAIUS +
+see your time, take her by the band, away with her
+to the deanery, and dispatch it quickly. Go before
+into the Park: we two must go together.
++I know vat I have to do. Adieu.+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
++Fare you well, sir.+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+Exit DOCTOR CAIUS
+My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse of
+Falstaff as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying
+my daughter: but 'tis no matter; better a little
+chiding than a great deal of heart-break.
++Where is Nan now and her troop of fairies, and the+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
+Welsh devil Hugh?
++They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne's oak,+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+with obscured lights; which, at the very instant of
+Falstaff's and our meeting, they will at once
+display to the night.
++That cannot choose but amaze him.+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
++If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; if he be+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+amazed, he will every way be mocked.
++We'll betray him finely.+ +MISTRESS PAGE +
++Against such lewdsters and their lechery+ +MISTRESS FORD +
+Those that betray them do no treachery.
++The hour draws on. To the oak, to the oak!+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/midsummer.2.2.html b/shakespeare/html/midsummer.2.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..58646b6635d34b9cc0f98dd4a39a67abeed8af28 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/midsummer.2.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,302 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Merry Wives of Windsor + | Act 5, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Another part of the wood. + + + + + + ++
+ +A Midsummer Night's Dream + + Shakespeare homepage + | Midsummer Night's Dream + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Another part of the wood.
+ ++Enter TITANIA, with her train ++ +TITANIA ++Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;+ +Fairy +
+Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
+Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,
+Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,
+To make my small elves coats, and some keep back
+The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders
+At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;
+Then to your offices and let me rest.
+The Fairies sing
+You spotted snakes with double tongue,
+Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
+Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
+Come not near our fairy queen.
+Philomel, with melody
+Sing in our sweet lullaby;
+Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby:
+Never harm,
+Nor spell nor charm,
+Come our lovely lady nigh;
+So, good night, with lullaby.
+Weaving spiders, come not here;
+Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!
+Beetles black, approach not near;
+Worm nor snail, do no offence.
+Philomel, with melody, & c.
++Hence, away! now all is well:+ +OBERON +
+One aloof stand sentinel.
+Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps
+Enter OBERON and squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eyelids
++What thou seest when thou dost wake,+ +LYSANDER +
+Do it for thy true-love take,
+Love and languish for his sake:
+Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
+Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
+In thy eye that shall appear
+When thou wakest, it is thy dear:
+Wake when some vile thing is near.
+Exit
+Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA
++Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood;+ +HERMIA +
+And to speak troth, I have forgot our way:
+We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
+And tarry for the comfort of the day.
++Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed;+ +LYSANDER +
+For I upon this bank will rest my head.
++One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;+ +HERMIA +
+One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.
++Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,+ +LYSANDER +
+Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
++O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!+ +HERMIA +
+Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
+I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit
+So that but one heart we can make of it;
+Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
+So then two bosoms and a single troth.
+Then by your side no bed-room me deny;
+For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
++Lysander riddles very prettily:+ +LYSANDER +
+Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
+If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.
+But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
+Lie further off; in human modesty,
+Such separation as may well be said
+Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,
+So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend:
+Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!
++Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;+ +HERMIA +
+And then end life when I end loyalty!
+Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest!
++With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd!+ +PUCK +
+They sleep
+Enter PUCK
++Through the forest have I gone.+ +HELENA +
+But Athenian found I none,
+On whose eyes I might approve
+This flower's force in stirring love.
+Night and silence.--Who is here?
+Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
+This is he, my master said,
+Despised the Athenian maid;
+And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
+On the dank and dirty ground.
+Pretty soul! she durst not lie
+Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
+Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
+All the power this charm doth owe.
+When thou wakest, let love forbid
+Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
+So awake when I am gone;
+For I must now to Oberon.
+Exit
+Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running
++Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.+ +DEMETRIUS +
++I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.+ +HELENA +
++O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.+ +DEMETRIUS +
++Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go.+ +HELENA +
+Exit
++O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!+ +LYSANDER +
+The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
+Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
+For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
+How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears:
+If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
+No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
+For beasts that meet me run away for fear:
+Therefore no marvel though Demetrius
+Do, as a monster fly my presence thus.
+What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
+Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?
+But who is here? Lysander! on the ground!
+Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
+Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.
++[Awaking] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.+ +HELENA +
+Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
+That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
+Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
+Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
++Do not say so, Lysander; say not so+ +LYSANDER +
+What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
+Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.
++Content with Hermia! No; I do repent+ +HELENA +
+The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
+Not Hermia but Helena I love:
+Who will not change a raven for a dove?
+The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
+And reason says you are the worthier maid.
+Things growing are not ripe until their season
+So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
+And touching now the point of human skill,
+Reason becomes the marshal to my will
+And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
+Love's stories written in love's richest book.
++Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?+ +LYSANDER +
+When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
+Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
+That I did never, no, nor never can,
+Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
+But you must flout my insufficiency?
+Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
+In such disdainful manner me to woo.
+But fare you well: perforce I must confess
+I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
+O, that a lady, of one man refused.
+Should of another therefore be abused!
+Exit
++She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there:+ +HERMIA +
+And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
+For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
+The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
+Or as tie heresies that men do leave
+Are hated most of those they did deceive,
+So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
+Of all be hated, but the most of me!
+And, all my powers, address your love and might
+To honour Helen and to be her knight!
+Exit
++[Awaking] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best
+To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
+Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here!
+Lysander, look how I do quake with fear:
+Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
+And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
+Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!
+What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
+Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear;
+Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
+No? then I well perceive you all not nigh
+Either death or you I'll find immediately.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/much_ado.2.2.html b/shakespeare/html/much_ado.2.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..10ca122ce940c8b2845075e83ba44a6e8756e1fd --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/much_ado.2.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,161 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Midsummer Night's Dream + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The same. + + + + + + ++
+ +Much Ado About Nothing + + Shakespeare homepage + | Much Ado About Nothing + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The same.
+ ++Enter DON JOHN and BORACHIO ++ +DON JOHN ++It is so; the Count Claudio shall marry the+ +BORACHIO +
+daughter of Leonato.
++Yea, my lord; but I can cross it.+ +DON JOHN +
++Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be+ +BORACHIO +
+medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure to him,
+and whatsoever comes athwart his affection ranges
+evenly with mine. How canst thou cross this marriage?
++Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly that no+ +DON JOHN +
+dishonesty shall appear in me.
++Show me briefly how.+ +BORACHIO +
++I think I told your lordship a year since, how much+ +DON JOHN +
+I am in the favour of Margaret, the waiting
+gentlewoman to Hero.
++I remember.+ +BORACHIO +
++I can, at any unseasonable instant of the night,+ +DON JOHN +
+appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber window.
++What life is in that, to be the death of this marriage?+ +BORACHIO +
++The poison of that lies in you to temper. Go you to+ +DON JOHN +
+the prince your brother; spare not to tell him that
+he hath wronged his honour in marrying the renowned
+Claudio--whose estimation do you mightily hold
+up--to a contaminated stale, such a one as Hero.
++What proof shall I make of that?+ +BORACHIO +
++Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex Claudio,+ +DON JOHN +
+to undo Hero and kill Leonato. Look you for any
+other issue?
++Only to despite them, I will endeavour any thing.+ +BORACHIO +
++Go, then; find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and+ +DON JOHN +
+the Count Claudio alone: tell them that you know
+that Hero loves me; intend a kind of zeal both to the
+prince and Claudio, as,--in love of your brother's
+honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's
+reputation, who is thus like to be cozened with the
+semblance of a maid,--that you have discovered
+thus. They will scarcely believe this without trial:
+offer them instances; which shall bear no less
+likelihood than to see me at her chamber-window,
+hear me call Margaret Hero, hear Margaret term me
+Claudio; and bring them to see this the very night
+before the intended wedding,--for in the meantime I
+will so fashion the matter that Hero shall be
+absent,--and there shall appear such seeming truth
+of Hero's disloyalty that jealousy shall be called
+assurance and all the preparation overthrown.
++Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I will put+ +BORACHIO +
+it in practise. Be cunning in the working this, and
+thy fee is a thousand ducats.
++Be you constant in the accusation, and my cunning+ +DON JOHN +
+shall not shame me.
++I will presently go learn their day of marriage.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/othello.3.4.html b/shakespeare/html/othello.3.4.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3fd14af28932356e0d32b4d2ee8637ef933b2660 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/othello.3.4.html @@ -0,0 +1,647 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Much Ado About Nothing + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
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+ +Othello, the Moore of Venice + + Shakespeare homepage + | Othello + | Act 3, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. Before the castle.
+ ++Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown ++ +DESDEMONA ++Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies?+ +Clown +
++I dare not say he lies any where.+ +DESDEMONA +
++Why, man?+ +Clown +
++He's a soldier, and for one to say a soldier lies,+ +DESDEMONA +
+is stabbing.
++Go to: where lodges he?+ +Clown +
++To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.+ +DESDEMONA +
++Can any thing be made of this?+ +Clown +
++I know not where he lodges, and for me to devise a+ +DESDEMONA +
+lodging and say he lies here or he lies there, were
+to lie in mine own throat.
++Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?+ +Clown +
++I will catechise the world for him; that is, make+ +DESDEMONA +
+questions, and by them answer.
++Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have+ +Clown +
+moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.
++To do this is within the compass of man's wit: and+ +DESDEMONA +
+therefore I will attempt the doing it.
+Exit
++Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?+ +EMILIA +
++I know not, madam.+ +DESDEMONA +
++Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse+ +EMILIA +
+Full of crusadoes: and, but my noble Moor
+Is true of mind and made of no such baseness
+As jealous creatures are, it were enough
+To put him to ill thinking.
++Is he not jealous?+ +DESDEMONA +
++Who, he? I think the sun where he was born+ +EMILIA +
+Drew all such humours from him.
++Look, where he comes.+ +DESDEMONA +
++I will not leave him now till Cassio+ +OTHELLO +
+Be call'd to him.
+Enter OTHELLO
+How is't with you, my lord
++Well, my good lady.+ +DESDEMONA +
+Aside
+O, hardness to dissemble!--
+How do you, Desdemona?
++Well, my good lord.+ +OTHELLO +
++Give me your hand: this hand is moist, my lady.+ +DESDEMONA +
++It yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow.+ +OTHELLO +
++This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart:+ +DESDEMONA +
+Hot, hot, and moist: this hand of yours requires
+A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,
+Much castigation, exercise devout;
+For here's a young and sweating devil here,
+That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
+A frank one.
++ You may, indeed, say so;+ +OTHELLO +
+For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
++A liberal hand: the hearts of old gave hands;+ +DESDEMONA +
+But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
++I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.+ +OTHELLO +
++What promise, chuck?+ +DESDEMONA +
++I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.+ +OTHELLO +
++I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;+ +DESDEMONA +
+Lend me thy handkerchief.
++Here, my lord.+ +OTHELLO +
++That which I gave you.+ +DESDEMONA +
++I have it not about me.+ +OTHELLO +
++Not?+ +DESDEMONA +
++ No, indeed, my lord.+ +OTHELLO +
++That is a fault.+ +DESDEMONA +
+That handkerchief
+Did an Egyptian to my mother give;
+She was a charmer, and could almost read
+The thoughts of people: she told her, while
+she kept it,
+'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father
+Entirely to her love, but if she lost it
+Or made gift of it, my father's eye
+Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt
+After new fancies: she, dying, gave it me;
+And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
+To give it her. I did so: and take heed on't;
+Make it a darling like your precious eye;
+To lose't or give't away were such perdition
+As nothing else could match.
++Is't possible?+ +OTHELLO +
++'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it:+ +DESDEMONA +
+A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
+The sun to course two hundred compasses,
+In her prophetic fury sew'd the work;
+The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk;
+And it was dyed in mummy which the skilful
+Conserved of maidens' hearts.
++Indeed! is't true?+ +OTHELLO +
++Most veritable; therefore look to't well.+ +DESDEMONA +
++Then would to God that I had never seen't!+ +OTHELLO +
++Ha! wherefore?+ +DESDEMONA +
++Why do you speak so startingly and rash?+ +OTHELLO +
++Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out+ +DESDEMONA +
+o' the way?
++Heaven bless us!+ +OTHELLO +
++Say you?+ +DESDEMONA +
++It is not lost; but what an if it were?+ +OTHELLO +
++How!+ +DESDEMONA +
++I say, it is not lost.+ +OTHELLO +
++Fetch't, let me see't.+ +DESDEMONA +
++Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now.+ +OTHELLO +
+This is a trick to put me from my suit:
+Pray you, let Cassio be received again.
++Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives.+ +DESDEMONA +
++Come, come;+ +OTHELLO +
+You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
++The handkerchief!+ +DESDEMONA +
++ I pray, talk me of Cassio.+ +OTHELLO +
++The handkerchief!+ +DESDEMONA +
++ A man that all his time+ +OTHELLO +
+Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
+Shared dangers with you,--
++The handkerchief!+ +DESDEMONA +
++In sooth, you are to blame.+ +OTHELLO +
++Away!+ +EMILIA +
+Exit
++Is not this man jealous?+ +DESDEMONA +
++I ne'er saw this before.+ +EMILIA +
+Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:
+I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
++'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:+ +IAGO +
+They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
+To eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
+They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband!
+Enter CASSIO and IAGO
++There is no other way; 'tis she must do't:+ +DESDEMONA +
+And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her.
++How now, good Cassio! what's the news with you?+ +CASSIO +
++Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you+ +DESDEMONA +
+That by your virtuous means I may again
+Exist, and be a member of his love
+Whom I with all the office of my heart
+Entirely honour: I would not be delay'd.
+If my offence be of such mortal kind
+That nor my service past, nor present sorrows,
+Nor purposed merit in futurity,
+Can ransom me into his love again,
+But to know so must be my benefit;
+So shall I clothe me in a forced content,
+And shut myself up in some other course,
+To fortune's alms.
++ Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio!+ +IAGO +
+My advocation is not now in tune;
+My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
+Were he in favour as in humour alter'd.
+So help me every spirit sanctified,
+As I have spoken for you all my best
+And stood within the blank of his displeasure
+For my free speech! you must awhile be patient:
+What I can do I will; and more I will
+Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.
++Is my lord angry?+ +EMILIA +
++ He went hence but now,+ +IAGO +
+And certainly in strange unquietness.
++Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,+ +DESDEMONA +
+When it hath blown his ranks into the air,
+And, like the devil, from his very arm
+Puff'd his own brother:--and can he be angry?
+Something of moment then: I will go meet him:
+There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
++I prithee, do so.+ +EMILIA +
+Exit IAGO
+Something, sure, of state,
+Either from Venice, or some unhatch'd practise
+Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
+Hath puddled his clear spirit: and in such cases
+Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
+Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so;
+For let our finger ache, and it indues
+Our other healthful members even to that sense
+Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods,
+Nor of them look for such observances
+As fit the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,
+I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,
+Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
+But now I find I had suborn'd the witness,
+And he's indicted falsely.
++Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think,+ +DESDEMONA +
+And no conception nor no jealous toy
+Concerning you.
++Alas the day! I never gave him cause.+ +EMILIA +
++But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;+ +DESDEMONA +
+They are not ever jealous for the cause,
+But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster
+Begot upon itself, born on itself.
++Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind!+ +EMILIA +
++Lady, amen.+ +DESDEMONA +
++I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout:+ +CASSIO +
+If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit
+And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
++I humbly thank your ladyship.+ +BIANCA +
+Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA
+Enter BIANCA
++Save you, friend Cassio!+ +CASSIO +
++What make you from home?+ +BIANCA +
+How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
+I' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
++And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.+ +CASSIO +
+What, keep a week away? seven days and nights?
+Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,
+More tedious than the dial eight score times?
+O weary reckoning!
++ Pardon me, Bianca:+ +BIANCA +
+I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd:
+But I shall, in a more continuate time,
+Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,
+Giving her DESDEMONA's handkerchief
+Take me this work out.
++O Cassio, whence came this?+ +CASSIO +
+This is some token from a newer friend:
+To the felt absence now I feel a cause:
+Is't come to this? Well, well.
++Go to, woman!+ +BIANCA +
+Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,
+From whence you have them. You are jealous now
+That this is from some mistress, some remembrance:
+No, in good troth, Bianca.
++Why, whose is it?+ +CASSIO +
++I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber.+ +BIANCA +
+I like the work well: ere it be demanded--
+As like enough it will--I'ld have it copied:
+Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.
++Leave you! wherefore?+ +CASSIO +
++I do attend here on the general;+ +BIANCA +
+And think it no addition, nor my wish,
+To have him see me woman'd.
++Why, I pray you?+ +CASSIO +
++Not that I love you not.+ +BIANCA +
++But that you do not love me.+ +CASSIO +
+I pray you, bring me on the way a little,
+And say if I shall see you soon at night.
++'Tis but a little way that I can bring you;+ +BIANCA +
+For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.
++'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/othello.5.2.html b/shakespeare/html/othello.5.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..53aa170a3c53a4600e1f59c959d0aeb0a56dccde --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/othello.5.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,1181 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Othello + | Act 3, Scene 4 +
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+ +Othello, the Moore of Venice + + Shakespeare homepage + | Othello + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene +SCENE II. A bedchamber in the castle: DESDEMONA in bed asleep;
+ ++a light burning.+ +OTHELLO +
+Enter OTHELLO
++It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--+ +DESDEMONA +
+Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!--
+It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood;
+Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
+And smooth as monumental alabaster.
+Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
+Put out the light, and then put out the light:
+If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
+I can again thy former light restore,
+Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
+Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
+I know not where is that Promethean heat
+That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose,
+I cannot give it vital growth again.
+It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree.
+Kissing her
+Ah balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
+Justice to break her sword! One more, one more.
+Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
+And love thee after. One more, and this the last:
+So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
+But they are cruel tears: this sorrow's heavenly;
+It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.
++Who's there? Othello?+ +OTHELLO +
++Ay. Desdemona.+ +DESDEMONA +
++Will you come to bed, my lord?+ +OTHELLO +
++Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona?+ +DESDEMONA +
++Ay, my lord.+ +OTHELLO +
++If you bethink yourself of any crime+ +DESDEMONA +
+Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
+Solicit for it straight.
++Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that?+ +OTHELLO +
++Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:+ +DESDEMONA +
+I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
+No; heaven forfend! I would not kill thy soul.
++Talk you of killing?+ +OTHELLO +
++Ay, I do.+ +DESDEMONA +
++Then heaven+ +OTHELLO +
+Have mercy on me!
++ Amen, with all my heart!+ +DESDEMONA +
++If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.+ +OTHELLO +
++Hum!+ +DESDEMONA +
++And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then+ +OTHELLO +
+When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
+Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.
++Think on thy sins.+ +DESDEMONA +
++ They are loves I bear to you.+ +OTHELLO +
++Ay, and for that thou diest.+ +DESDEMONA +
++That death's unnatural that kills for loving.+ +OTHELLO +
+Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
+Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
+These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
+They do not point on me.
++Peace, and be still!+ +DESDEMONA +
++I will so. What's the matter?+ +OTHELLO +
++That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee+ +DESDEMONA +
+Thou gavest to Cassio.
++No, by my life and soul!+ +OTHELLO +
+Send for the man, and ask him.
++Sweet soul, take heed,+ +DESDEMONA +
+Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy deathbed.
++Ay, but not yet to die.+ +OTHELLO +
++Yes, presently:+ +DESDEMONA +
+Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
+For to deny each article with oath
+Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
+That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
++Then Lord have mercy on me!+ +OTHELLO +
++I say, amen.+ +DESDEMONA +
++And have you mercy too! I never did+ +OTHELLO +
+Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
+But with such general warranty of heaven
+As I might love: I never gave him token.
++By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in's hand.+ +DESDEMONA +
+O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart,
+And makest me call what I intend to do
+A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
+I saw the handkerchief.
++He found it then;+ +OTHELLO +
+I never gave it him: send for him hither;
+Let him confess a truth.
++He hath confess'd.+ +DESDEMONA +
++What, my lord?+ +OTHELLO +
++That he hath used thee.+ +DESDEMONA +
++How? unlawfully?+ +OTHELLO +
++Ay.+ +DESDEMONA +
++He will not say so.+ +OTHELLO +
++No, his mouth is stopp'd;+ +DESDEMONA +
+Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.
++O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead?+ +OTHELLO +
++Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge+ +DESDEMONA +
+Had stomach for them all.
++Alas! he is betray'd and I undone.+ +OTHELLO +
++Out, strumpet! weep'st thou for him to my face?+ +DESDEMONA +
++O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!+ +OTHELLO +
++Down, strumpet!+ +DESDEMONA +
++Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!+ +OTHELLO +
++Nay, if you strive--+ +DESDEMONA +
++But half an hour!+ +OTHELLO +
++ Being done, there is no pause.+ +DESDEMONA +
++But while I say one prayer!+ +OTHELLO +
++It is too late.+ +EMILIA +
+He stifles her
++[Within] My lord , my lord! what, ho! my lord, my lord!+ +OTHELLO +
++What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?+ +EMILIA +
+I that am cruel am yet merciful;
+I would not have thee linger in thy pain: So, so.
++[Within] What, ho! my lord, my lord!+ +OTHELLO +
++Who's there?+ +EMILIA +
++[Within] O, good my lord, I would speak a word with you!+ +OTHELLO +
++Yes: 'tis Emilia. By and by. She's dead.+ +EMILIA +
+'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death.--
+The noise was here. Ha! no more moving?
+Still as the grave. Shall she come in? were't good?--
+I think she stirs again:--no. What's best to do?
+If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife:
+My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife.
+O insupportable! O heavy hour!
+Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
+Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
+Should yawn at alteration.
++[Within] I do beseech you+ +OTHELLO +
+That I may speak with you, O, good my lord!
++I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia;+ +EMILIA +
+Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw.
+Where art thou?
+Unlocks the door
+Enter EMILIA
+What's the matter with thee now?
++O, my good lord, yonder's foul murders done!+ +OTHELLO +
++What, now?+ +EMILIA +
++But now, my lord.+ +OTHELLO +
++It is the very error of the moon;+ +EMILIA +
+She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
+And makes men mad.
++Cassio, my lord, hath kill'd a young Venetian+ +OTHELLO +
+Call'd Roderigo.
++ Roderigo kill'd!+ +EMILIA +
+And Cassio kill'd!
++No, Cassio is not kill'd.+ +OTHELLO +
++Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune,+ +DESDEMONA +
+And sweet revenge grows harsh.
++O, falsely, falsely murder'd!+ +EMILIA +
++Alas, what cry is that?+ +OTHELLO +
++That! what?+ +EMILIA +
++Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice.+ +DESDEMONA +
+Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again!
+Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!
++A guiltless death I die.+ +EMILIA +
++O, who hath done this deed?+ +DESDEMONA +
++Nobody; I myself. Farewell+ +OTHELLO +
+Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell!
+Dies
++Why, how should she be murder'd?+ +EMILIA +
++Alas, who knows?+ +OTHELLO +
++You heard her say herself, it was not I.+ +EMILIA +
++She said so: I must needs report the truth.+ +OTHELLO +
++She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell:+ +EMILIA +
+'Twas I that kill'd her.
++O, the more angel she,+ +OTHELLO +
+And you the blacker devil!
++She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.+ +EMILIA +
++Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.+ +OTHELLO +
++She was false as water.+ +EMILIA +
++Thou art rash as fire, to say+ +OTHELLO +
+That she was false: O, she was heavenly true!
++Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.+ +EMILIA +
+O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
+But that I did proceed upon just grounds
+To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.
++My husband!+ +OTHELLO +
++Thy husband.+ +EMILIA +
++That she was false to wedlock?+ +OTHELLO +
++Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true,+ +EMILIA +
+If heaven would make me such another world
+Of one entire and Perfect chrysolite,
+I'ld not have sold her for it.
++My husband!+ +OTHELLO +
++ Ay, 'twas he that told me first:+ +EMILIA +
+An honest man he is, and hates the slime
+That sticks on filthy deeds.
++My husband!+ +OTHELLO +
++What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband.+ +EMILIA +
++O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love,+ +OTHELLO +
+My husband say that she was false!
++He, woman;+ +EMILIA +
+I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
+My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
++If he say so, may his pernicious soul+ +OTHELLO +
+Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart:
+She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
++Ha!+ +EMILIA +
++Do thy worst:+ +OTHELLO +
+This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven
+Than thou wast worthy her.
++Peace, you were best.+ +EMILIA +
++Thou hast not half that power to do me harm+ +MONTANO +
+As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt!
+As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed--
+I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known,
+Though I lost twenty lives.--Help! help, ho! help!
+The Moor hath kill'd my mistress! Murder! murder!
+Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, IAGO, and others
++What is the matter? How now, general!+ +EMILIA +
++O, are you come, Iago? you have done well,+ +GRATIANO +
+That men must lay their murders on your neck.
++What is the matter?+ +EMILIA +
++Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man:+ +IAGO +
+He says thou told'st him that his wife was false:
+I know thou didst not, thou'rt not such a villain:
+Speak, for my heart is full.
++I told him what I thought, and told no more+ +EMILIA +
+Than what he found himself was apt and true.
++But did you ever tell him she was false?+ +IAGO +
++I did.+ +EMILIA +
++You told a lie, an odious, damned lie;+ +IAGO +
+Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
+She false with Cassio!--did you say with Cassio?
++With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.+ +EMILIA +
++I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak:+ +All +
+My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed,--
++O heavens forfend!+ +EMILIA +
++And your reports have set the murder on.+ +OTHELLO +
++Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed.+ +GRATIANO +
++'Tis a strange truth.+ +MONTANO +
++O monstrous act!+ +EMILIA +
++ Villany, villany, villany!+ +IAGO +
+I think upon't, I think: I smell't: O villany!--
+I thought so then:--I'll kill myself for grief:--
+O villany, villany!
++What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.+ +EMILIA +
++Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak:+ +OTHELLO +
+'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
+Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.
++O! O! O!+ +EMILIA +
+He falls on the bed
++ Nay, lay thee down and roar;+ +OTHELLO +
+For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent
+That e'er did lift up eye.
++[Rising] O, she was foul!+ +GRATIANO +
+I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece,
+Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:
+I know this act shows horrible and grim.
++Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead:+ +OTHELLO +
+Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
+Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,
+This sight would make him do a desperate turn,
+Yea, curse his better angel from his side,
+And fall to reprobation.
++'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows+ +EMILIA +
+That she with Cassio hath the act of shame
+A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it:
+And she did gratify his amorous works
+With that recognizance and pledge of love
+Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand:
+It was a handkerchief, an antique token
+My father gave my mother.
++O heaven! O heavenly powers!+ +IAGO +
++Come, hold your peace.+ +EMILIA +
++'Twill out, 'twill out: I peace!+ +IAGO +
+No, I will speak as liberal as the north:
+Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
+All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
++Be wise, and get you home.+ +EMILIA +
++I will not.+ +GRATIANO +
+IAGO offers to stab EMILIA
++Fie!+ +EMILIA +
+Your sword upon a woman?
++O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of+ +IAGO +
+I found by fortune and did give my husband;
+For often, with a solemn earnestness,
+More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle,
+He begg'd of me to steal it.
++Villanous whore!+ +EMILIA +
++She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it,+ +IAGO +
+And I did give't my husband.
++Filth, thou liest!+ +EMILIA +
++By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen.+ +OTHELLO +
+O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool
+Do with so good a woman?
++Are there no stones in heaven+ +GRATIANO +
+But what serve for the thunder?--Precious villain!
+He runs at IAGO IAGO, from behind, stabs EMILIA, and exit
++The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife.+ +EMILIA +
++Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress' side.+ +GRATIANO +
++He's gone, but his wife's kill'd.+ +MONTANO +
++'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,+ +OTHELLO +
+Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:
+Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
+But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain,
+For 'tis a damned slave.
+Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO
++I am not valiant neither,+ +EMILIA +
+But ever puny whipster gets my sword:
+But why should honour outlive honesty?
+Let it go all.
++What did thy song bode, lady?+ +OTHELLO +
+Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan.
+And die in music.
+Singing
+Willow, willow, willow,--
+Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor;
+So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
+So speaking as I think, I die, I die.
+Dies
++I have another weapon in this chamber;+ +GRATIANO +
+It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper:--
+O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth.
++[Within] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear:+ +OTHELLO +
+Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
++Look in upon me then and speak with me,+ +GRATIANO +
+Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
+Re-enter GRATIANO
++What is the matter?+ +OTHELLO +
++Behold, I have a weapon;+ +LODOVICO +
+A better never did itself sustain
+Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day,
+That, with this little arm and this good sword,
+I have made my way through more impediments
+Than twenty times your stop: but, O vain boast!
+Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.
+Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd;
+Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
+And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
+Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear;
+Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
+And he retires. Where should Othello go?
+Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench!
+Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
+This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
+And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl!
+Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave!
+Whip me, ye devils,
+From the possession of this heavenly sight!
+Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
+Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!
+O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead!
+Oh! Oh! Oh!
+Enter LODOVICO. MONTANO, CASSIO carried in a chair, and Officers with IAGO, prisoner
++Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?+ +OTHELLO +
++That's he that was Othello: here I am.+ +LODOVICO +
++Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.+ +OTHELLO +
++I look down towards his feet; but that's a fable.+ +LODOVICO +
+If that thou best a devil, I cannot kill thee.
+Wounds IAGO
++Wrench his sword from him.+ +IAGO +
++I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.+ +OTHELLO +
++I am not sorry neither: I'ld have thee live;+ +LODOVICO +
+For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
++O thou Othello, thou wert once so good,+ +OTHELLO +
+Fall'n in the practise of a damned slave,
+What shall be said to thee?
++Why, any thing:+ +LODOVICO +
+An honourable murderer, if you will;
+For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
++This wretch hath part confess'd his villany:+ +OTHELLO +
+Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
++Ay.+ +CASSIO +
++Dear general, I never gave you cause.+ +OTHELLO +
++I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.+ +IAGO +
+Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
+Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?
++Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:+ +LODOVICO +
+From this time forth I never will speak word.
++What, not to pray?+ +GRATIANO +
++ Torments will ope your lips.+ +OTHELLO +
++Well, thou dost best.+ +LODOVICO +
++Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n,+ +OTHELLO +
+Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter
+Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;
+And here another: the one of them imports
+The death of Cassio to be undertook
+By Roderigo.
++O villain!+ +CASSIO +
++Most heathenish and most gross!+ +LODOVICO +
++Now here's another discontented paper,+ +OTHELLO +
+Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
+Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain;
+But that belike Iago in the interim
+Came in and satisfied him.
++O the pernicious caitiff!+ +CASSIO +
+How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
+That was my wife's?
++I found it in my chamber:+ +OTHELLO +
+And he himself confess'd but even now
+That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose
+Which wrought to his desire.
++O fool! fool! fool!+ +CASSIO +
++There is besides in Roderigo's letter,+ +LODOVICO +
+How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
+Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
+That I was cast: and even but now he spake,
+After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him,
+Iago set him on.
++You must forsake this room, and go with us:+ +OTHELLO +
+Your power and your command is taken off,
+And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,
+If there be any cunning cruelty
+That can torment him much and hold him long,
+It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest,
+Till that the nature of your fault be known
+To the Venetian state. Come, bring him away.
++Soft you; a word or two before you go.+ +LODOVICO +
+I have done the state some service, and they know't.
+No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
+When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
+Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
+Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
+Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
+Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
+Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
+Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
+Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
+Albeit unused to the melting mood,
+Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
+Their medicinal gum. Set you down this;
+And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
+Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
+Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,
+I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
+And smote him, thus.
+Stabs himself
++O bloody period!+ +GRATIANO +
++ All that's spoke is marr'd.+ +OTHELLO +
++I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this;+ +CASSIO +
+Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
+Falls on the bed, and dies
++This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;+ +LODOVICO +
+For he was great of heart.
++[To IAGO] O Spartan dog,
+More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
+Look on the tragic loading of this bed;
+This is thy work: the object poisons sight;
+Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house,
+And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
+For they succeed on you. To you, lord governor,
+Remains the censure of this hellish villain;
+The time, the place, the torture: O, enforce it!
+Myself will straight aboard: and to the state
+This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
+Exeunt
+ diff --git a/shakespeare/html/pericles.1.2.html b/shakespeare/html/pericles.1.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..769ce071711ea0af5d1ff62c65fabc68b4e5cea0 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/pericles.1.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,254 @@ + + + +SCENE II. Tyre. A room in the palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +Pericles, Prince of Tyre + + Shakespeare homepage + | Pericles + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
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+ ++Enter PERICLES ++ +PERICLES ++[To Lords without] Let none disturb us.--Why should+ +First Lord +
+this change of thoughts,
+The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy,
+Be my so used a guest as not an hour,
+In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night,
+The tomb where grief should sleep, can breed me quiet?
+Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun them,
+And danger, which I fear'd, is at Antioch,
+Whose aim seems far too short to hit me here:
+Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits,
+Nor yet the other's distance comfort me.
+Then it is thus: the passions of the mind,
+That have their first conception by mis-dread,
+Have after-nourishment and life by care;
+And what was first but fear what might be done,
+Grows elder now and cares it be not done.
+And so with me: the great Antiochus,
+'Gainst whom I am too little to contend,
+Since he's so great can make his will his act,
+Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence;
+Nor boots it me to say I honour him.
+If he suspect I may dishonour him:
+And what may make him blush in being known,
+He'll stop the course by which it might be known;
+With hostile forces he'll o'erspread the land,
+And with the ostent of war will look so huge,
+Amazement shall drive courage from the state;
+Our men be vanquish'd ere they do resist,
+And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence:
+Which care of them, not pity of myself,
+Who am no more but as the tops of trees,
+Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them,
+Makes both my body pine and soul to languish,
+And punish that before that he would punish.
+Enter HELICANUS, with other Lords
++Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast!+ +Second Lord +
++And keep your mind, till you return to us,+ +HELICANUS +
+Peaceful and comfortable!
++Peace, peace, and give experience tongue.+ +PERICLES +
+They do abuse the king that flatter him:
+For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
+The thing which is flatter'd, but a spark,
+To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
+Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
+Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err.
+When Signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace,
+He flatters you, makes war upon your life.
+Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please;
+I cannot be much lower than my knees.
++All leave us else; but let your cares o'erlook+ +HELICANUS +
+What shipping and what lading's in our haven,
+And then return to us.
+Exeunt Lords
+Helicanus, thou
+Hast moved us: what seest thou in our looks?
++An angry brow, dread lord.+ +PERICLES +
++If there be such a dart in princes' frowns,+ +HELICANUS +
+How durst thy tongue move anger to our face?
++How dare the plants look up to heaven, from whence+ +PERICLES +
+They have their nourishment?
++Thou know'st I have power+ +HELICANUS +
+To take thy life from thee.
++[Kneeling]+ +PERICLES +
+I have ground the axe myself;
+Do you but strike the blow.
++Rise, prithee, rise.+ +HELICANUS +
+Sit down: thou art no flatterer:
+I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid
+That kings should let their ears hear their
+faults hid!
+Fit counsellor and servant for a prince,
+Who by thy wisdom makest a prince thy servant,
+What wouldst thou have me do?
++To bear with patience+ +PERICLES +
+Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself.
++Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus,+ +HELICANUS +
+That minister'st a potion unto me
+That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself.
+Attend me, then: I went to Antioch,
+Where as thou know'st, against the face of death,
+I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty.
+From whence an issue I might propagate,
+Are arms to princes, and bring joys to subjects.
+Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder;
+The rest--hark in thine ear--as black as incest:
+Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father
+Seem'd not to strike, but smooth: but thou
+know'st this,
+'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
+Such fear so grew in me, I hither fled,
+Under the covering of a careful night,
+Who seem'd my good protector; and, being here,
+Bethought me what was past, what might succeed.
+I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
+Decrease not, but grow faster than the years:
+And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth,
+That I should open to the listening air
+How many worthy princes' bloods were shed,
+To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
+To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms,
+And make pretence of wrong that I have done him:
+When all, for mine, if I may call offence,
+Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence:
+Which love to all, of which thyself art one,
+Who now reprovest me for it,--
++Alas, sir!+ +PERICLES +
++Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks,+ +HELICANUS +
+Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts
+How I might stop this tempest ere it came;
+And finding little comfort to relieve them,
+I thought it princely charity to grieve them.
++Well, my lord, since you have given me leave to speak.+ +PERICLES +
+Freely will I speak. Antiochus you fear,
+And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant,
+Who either by public war or private treason
+Will take away your life.
+Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while,
+Till that his rage and anger be forgot,
+Or till the Destinies do cut his thread of life.
+Your rule direct to any; if to me.
+Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be.
++I do not doubt thy faith;+ +HELICANUS +
+But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?
++We'll mingle our bloods together in the earth,+ +PERICLES +
+From whence we had our being and our birth.
++Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tarsus+
+Intend my travel, where I'll hear from thee;
+And by whose letters I'll dispose myself.
+The care I had and have of subjects' good
+On thee I lay whose wisdom's strength can bear it.
+I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath:
+Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both:
+But in our orbs we'll live so round and safe,
+That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince,
+Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +Pericles, Prince of Tyre + + Shakespeare homepage + | Pericles + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Tarsus. A room in CLEON's house.
+ ++Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, and LYCHORIDA with MARINA in her arms ++ +PERICLES ++ Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;+ +CLEON +
+My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands
+In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
+Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
+Make up the rest upon you!
++Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,+ +DIONYZA +
+Yet glance full wanderingly on us.
++O your sweet queen!+ +PERICLES +
+That the strict fates had pleased you had brought her hither,
+To have bless'd mine eyes with her!
++We cannot but obey+ +CLEON +
+The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
+As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
+Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina, whom,
+For she was born at sea, I have named so, here
+I charge your charity withal, leaving her
+The infant of your care; beseeching you
+To give her princely training, that she may be
+Manner'd as she is born.
++Fear not, my lord, but think+ +PERICLES +
+Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,
+For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,
+Must in your child be thought on. If neglection
+Should therein make me vile, the common body,
+By you relieved, would force me to my duty:
+But if to that my nature need a spur,
+The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
+To the end of generation!
++I believe you;+ +DIONYZA +
+Your honour and your goodness teach me to't,
+Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
+By bright Diana, whom we honour, all
+Unscissor'd shall this hair of mine remain,
+Though I show ill in't. So I take my leave.
+Good madam, make me blessed in your care
+In bringing up my child.
++I have one myself,+ +PERICLES +
+Who shall not be more dear to my respect
+Than yours, my lord.
++Madam, my thanks and prayers.+ +CLEON +
++We'll bring your grace e'en to the edge o' the shore,+ +PERICLES +
+Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune and
+The gentlest winds of heaven.
++I will embrace+
+Your offer. Come, dearest madam. O, no tears,
+Lychorida, no tears:
+Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
+You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/pericles.4.1.html b/shakespeare/html/pericles.4.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..53b4065d822571d756b914e300b68a6c29a37280 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/pericles.4.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,290 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Pericles + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
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+ +Pericles, Prince of Tyre + + Shakespeare homepage + | Pericles + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Tarsus. An open place near the sea-shore.
+ ++Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE ++ +DIONYZA ++Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do't:+ +LEONINE +
+'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
+Thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon,
+To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
+Which is but cold, inflaming love i' thy bosom,
+Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which
+Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be
+A soldier to thy purpose.
++I will do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.+ +DIONYZA +
++The fitter, then, the gods should have her. Here+ +LEONINE +
+she comes weeping for her only mistress' death.
+Thou art resolved?
++I am resolved.+ +MARINA +
+Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers
++No, I will rob Tellus of her weed,+ +DIONYZA +
+To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues,
+The purple violets, and marigolds,
+Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave,
+While summer-days do last. Ay me! poor maid,
+Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
+This world to me is like a lasting storm,
+Whirring me from my friends.
++How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?+ +MARINA +
+How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
+Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
+A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed
+With this unprofitable woe!
+Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.
+Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
+And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. Come,
+Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.
++No, I pray you;+ +DIONYZA +
+I'll not bereave you of your servant.
++Come, come;+ +MARINA +
+I love the king your father, and yourself,
+With more than foreign heart. We every day
+Expect him here: when he shall come and find
+Our paragon to all reports thus blasted,
+He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
+Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken
+No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,
+Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve
+That excellent complexion, which did steal
+The eyes of young and old. Care not for me
+I can go home alone.
++Well, I will go;+ +DIONYZA +
+But yet I have no desire to it.
++Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.+ +LEONINE +
+Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least:
+Remember what I have said.
++I warrant you, madam.+ +DIONYZA +
++I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while:+ +MARINA +
+Pray, walk softly, do not heat your blood:
+What! I must have a care of you.
++My thanks, sweet madam.+ +LEONINE +
+Exit DIONYZA
+Is this wind westerly that blows?
++South-west.+ +MARINA +
++When I was born, the wind was north.+ +LEONINE +
++Was't so?+ +MARINA +
++My father, as nurse said, did never fear,+ +LEONINE +
+But cried 'Good seaman!' to the sailors, galling
+His kingly hands, haling ropes;
+And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea
+That almost burst the deck.
++When was this?+ +MARINA +
++When I was born:+ +LEONINE +
+Never was waves nor wind more violent;
+And from the ladder-tackle washes off
+A canvas-climber. 'Ha!' says one, 'wilt out?'
+And with a dropping industry they skip
+From stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, and
+The master calls, and trebles their confusion.
++Come, say your prayers.+ +MARINA +
++What mean you?+ +LEONINE +
++If you require a little space for prayer,+ +MARINA +
+I grant it: pray; but be not tedious,
+For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
+To do my work with haste.
++Why will you kill me?+ +LEONINE +
++To satisfy my lady.+ +MARINA +
++Why would she have me kill'd?+ +LEONINE +
+Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
+I never did her hurt in all my life:
+I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
+To any living creature: believe me, la,
+I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:
+I trod upon a worm against my will,
+But I wept for it. How have I offended,
+Wherein my death might yield her any profit,
+Or my life imply her any danger?
++My commission+ +MARINA +
+Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.
++You will not do't for all the world, I hope.+ +LEONINE +
+You are well favour'd, and your looks foreshow
+You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately,
+When you caught hurt in parting two that fought:
+Good sooth, it show'd well in you: do so now:
+Your lady seeks my life; come you between,
+And save poor me, the weaker.
++I am sworn,+ +First Pirate +
+And will dispatch.
+He seizes her
+Enter Pirates
++Hold, villain!+ +Second Pirate +
+LEONINE runs away
++A prize! a prize!+ +Third Pirate +
++Half-part, mates, half-part.+ +LEONINE +
+Come, let's have her aboard suddenly.
+Exeunt Pirates with MARINA
+Re-enter LEONINE
++These roguing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;+
+And they have seized Marina. Let her go:
+There's no hope she will return. I'll swear
+she's dead,
+And thrown into the sea. But I'll see further:
+Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her,
+Not carry her aboard. If she remain,
+Whom they have ravish'd must by me be slain.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/richardii.2.2.html b/shakespeare/html/richardii.2.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c9e7b6af044f97aff7c14b4bfc6edb22c610dda2 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/richardii.2.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,348 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Pericles + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
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+ +The Life and Death of Richard the Second + + Shakespeare homepage + | Richard II + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The palace.
+ ++Enter QUEEN, BUSHY, and BAGOT ++ +BUSHY ++Madam, your majesty is too much sad:+ +QUEEN +
+You promised, when you parted with the king,
+To lay aside life-harming heaviness
+And entertain a cheerful disposition.
++To please the king I did; to please myself+ +BUSHY +
+I cannot do it; yet I know no cause
+Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
+Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
+As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks,
+Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
+Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
+With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves,
+More than with parting from my lord the king.
++Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,+ +QUEEN +
+Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;
+For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,
+Divides one thing entire to many objects;
+Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon
+Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry
+Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,
+Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
+Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;
+Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows
+Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,
+More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen;
+Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,
+Which for things true weeps things imaginary.
++It may be so; but yet my inward soul+ +BUSHY +
+Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be,
+I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad
+As, though on thinking on no thought I think,
+Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.
++'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.+ +QUEEN +
++'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived+ +GREEN +
+From some forefather grief; mine is not so,
+For nothing had begot my something grief;
+Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:
+'Tis in reversion that I do possess;
+But what it is, that is not yet known; what
+I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.
+Enter GREEN
++God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:+ +QUEEN +
+I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.
++Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is;+ +GREEN +
+For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:
+Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?
++That he, our hope, might have retired his power,+ +QUEEN +
+And driven into despair an enemy's hope,
+Who strongly hath set footing in this land:
+The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
+And with uplifted arms is safe arrived
+At Ravenspurgh.
++ Now God in heaven forbid!+ +GREEN +
++Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,+ +BUSHY +
+The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,
+The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
+With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.
++Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland+ +GREEN +
+And all the rest revolted faction traitors?
++We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester+ +QUEEN +
+Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,
+And all the household servants fled with him
+To Bolingbroke.
++So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,+ +BUSHY +
+And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:
+Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
+And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,
+Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
++Despair not, madam.+ +QUEEN +
++Who shall hinder me?+ +GREEN +
+I will despair, and be at enmity
+With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,
+A parasite, a keeper back of death,
+Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
+Which false hope lingers in extremity.
+Enter DUKE OF YORK
++Here comes the Duke of York.+ +QUEEN +
++With signs of war about his aged neck:+ +DUKE OF YORK +
+O, full of careful business are his looks!
+Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.
++Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts:+ +Servant +
+Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
+Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.
+Your husband, he is gone to save far off,
+Whilst others come to make him lose at home:
+Here am I left to underprop his land,
+Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:
+Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;
+Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.
+Enter a Servant
++My lord, your son was gone before I came.+ +DUKE OF YORK +
++He was? Why, so! go all which way it will!+ +Servant +
+The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold,
+And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.
+Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;
+Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:
+Hold, take my ring.
++My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship,+ +DUKE OF YORK +
+To-day, as I came by, I called there;
+But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
++What is't, knave?+ +Servant +
++An hour before I came, the duchess died.+ +DUKE OF YORK +
++God for his mercy! what a tide of woes+ +BUSHY +
+Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!
+I know not what to do: I would to God,
+So my untruth had not provoked him to it,
+The king had cut off my head with my brother's.
+What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland?
+How shall we do for money for these wars?
+Come, sister,--cousin, I would say--pray, pardon me.
+Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts
+And bring away the armour that is there.
+Exit Servant
+Gentlemen, will you go muster men?
+If I know how or which way to order these affairs
+Thus thrust disorderly into my hands,
+Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen:
+The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath
+And duty bids defend; the other again
+Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd,
+Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.
+Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll
+Dispose of you.
+Gentlemen, go, muster up your men,
+And meet me presently at Berkeley.
+I should to Plashy too;
+But time will not permit: all is uneven,
+And every thing is left at six and seven.
+Exeunt DUKE OF YORK and QUEEN
++The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland,+ +GREEN +
+But none returns. For us to levy power
+Proportionable to the enemy
+Is all unpossible.
++Besides, our nearness to the king in love+ +BAGOT +
+Is near the hate of those love not the king.
++And that's the wavering commons: for their love+ +BUSHY +
+Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them
+By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
++Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.+ +BAGOT +
++If judgement lie in them, then so do we,+ +GREEN +
+Because we ever have been near the king.
++Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle:+ +BUSHY +
+The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
++Thither will I with you; for little office+ +BAGOT +
+The hateful commons will perform for us,
+Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.
+Will you go along with us?
++No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.+ +BUSHY +
+Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,
+We three here art that ne'er shall meet again.
++That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.+ +GREEN +
++Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes+ +BUSHY +
+Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry:
+Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
+Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.
++Well, we may meet again.+ +BAGOT +
++I fear me, never.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Life and Death of Richard the Third + + Shakespeare homepage + | Richard III + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
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+ ++Enter the corpse of KING HENRY the Sixth, Gentlemen with halberds to guard it; LADY ANNE being the mourner ++ +LADY ANNE ++Set down, set down your honourable load,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,
+Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament
+The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
+Poor key-cold figure of a holy king!
+Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
+Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood!
+Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
+To hear the lamentations of Poor Anne,
+Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,
+Stabb'd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds!
+Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life,
+I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.
+Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes!
+Cursed be the heart that had the heart to do it!
+Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence!
+More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
+That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
+Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
+Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
+If ever he have child, abortive be it,
+Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
+Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
+May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
+And that be heir to his unhappiness!
+If ever he have wife, let her he made
+A miserable by the death of him
+As I am made by my poor lord and thee!
+Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,
+Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
+And still, as you are weary of the weight,
+Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse.
+Enter GLOUCESTER
++Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down.+ +LADY ANNE +
++What black magician conjures up this fiend,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+To stop devoted charitable deeds?
++Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul,+ +Gentleman +
+I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
++My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Unmanner'd dog! stand thou, when I command:+ +LADY ANNE +
+Advance thy halbert higher than my breast,
+Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
+And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.
++What, do you tremble? are you all afraid?+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,
+And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
+Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!
+Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,
+His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.
++Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
+Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.
+If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
+Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.
+O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds
+Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh!
+Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
+For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood
+From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;
+Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,
+Provokes this deluge most unnatural.
+O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death!
+O earth, which this blood drink'st revenge his death!
+Either heaven with lightning strike the
+murderer dead,
+Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick,
+As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood
+Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered!
++Lady, you know no rules of charity,+ +LADY ANNE +
+Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
++Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
++But I know none, and therefore am no beast.+ +LADY ANNE +
++O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++More wonderful, when angels are so angry.+ +LADY ANNE +
+Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
+Of these supposed-evils, to give me leave,
+By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
++Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+For these known evils, but to give me leave,
+By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.
++Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have+ +LADY ANNE +
+Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
++Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make+ +GLOUCESTER +
+No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
++By such despair, I should accuse myself.+ +LADY ANNE +
++And, by despairing, shouldst thou stand excused;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
+Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
++Say that I slew them not?+ +LADY ANNE +
++Why, then they are not dead:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+But dead they are, and devilish slave, by thee.
++I did not kill your husband.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Why, then he is alive.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.+ +LADY ANNE +
++In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret saw+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood;
+The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
+But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
++I was provoked by her slanderous tongue,+ +LADY ANNE +
+which laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
++Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Which never dreamt on aught but butcheries:
+Didst thou not kill this king?
++I grant ye.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant me too+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed!
+O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous!
++The fitter for the King of heaven, that hath him.+ +LADY ANNE +
++He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither;+ +LADY ANNE +
+For he was fitter for that place than earth.
++And thou unfit for any place but hell.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Some dungeon.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++ Your bed-chamber.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++So will it, madam till I lie with you.+ +LADY ANNE +
++I hope so.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,+ +LADY ANNE +
+To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
+And fall somewhat into a slower method,
+Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
+Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
+As blameful as the executioner?
++Thou art the cause, and most accursed effect.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Your beauty was the cause of that effect;+ +LADY ANNE +
+Your beauty: which did haunt me in my sleep
+To undertake the death of all the world,
+So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
++If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks.
++These eyes could never endure sweet beauty's wreck;+ +LADY ANNE +
+You should not blemish it, if I stood by:
+As all the world is cheered by the sun,
+So I by that; it is my day, my life.
++Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Curse not thyself, fair creature thou art both.+ +LADY ANNE +
++I would I were, to be revenged on thee.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++It is a quarrel most unnatural,+ +LADY ANNE +
+To be revenged on him that loveth you.
++It is a quarrel just and reasonable,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+To be revenged on him that slew my husband.
++He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,+ +LADY ANNE +
+Did it to help thee to a better husband.
++His better doth not breathe upon the earth.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++He lives that loves thee better than he could.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Name him.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++ Plantagenet.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Why, that was he.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++The selfsame name, but one of better nature.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Where is he?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++ Here.+ +LADY ANNE +
+She spitteth at him
+Why dost thou spit at me?
++Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Never came poison from so sweet a place.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Never hung poison on a fouler toad.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Out of my sight! thou dost infect my eyes.
++Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++I would they were, that I might die at once;+ +LADY ANNE +
+For now they kill me with a living death.
+Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,
+Shamed their aspect with store of childish drops:
+These eyes that never shed remorseful tear,
+No, when my father York and Edward wept,
+To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made
+When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him;
+Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,
+Told the sad story of my father's death,
+And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,
+That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks
+Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time
+My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
+And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,
+Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.
+I never sued to friend nor enemy;
+My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word;
+But now thy beauty is proposed my fee,
+My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
+She looks scornfully at him
+Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made
+For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
+If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
+Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword;
+Which if thou please to hide in this true bosom.
+And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
+I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
+And humbly beg the death upon my knee.
+He lays his breast open: she offers at it with his sword
+Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,
+But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
+Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward,
+But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
+Here she lets fall the sword
+Take up the sword again, or take up me.
++Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I will not be the executioner.
++Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.+ +LADY ANNE +
++I have already.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++ Tush, that was in thy rage:+ +LADY ANNE +
+Speak it again, and, even with the word,
+That hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,
+Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
+To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary.
++I would I knew thy heart.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++'Tis figured in my tongue.+ +LADY ANNE +
++I fear me both are false.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Then never man was true.+ +LADY ANNE +
++Well, well, put up your sword.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Say, then, my peace is made.+ +LADY ANNE +
++That shall you know hereafter.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++But shall I live in hope?+ +LADY ANNE +
++All men, I hope, live so.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Vouchsafe to wear this ring.+ +LADY ANNE +
++To take is not to give.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Look, how this ring encompasseth finger.+ +LADY ANNE +
+Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;
+Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
+And if thy poor devoted suppliant may
+But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
+Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
++What is it?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++That it would please thee leave these sad designs+ +LADY ANNE +
+To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,
+And presently repair to Crosby Place;
+Where, after I have solemnly interr'd
+At Chertsey monastery this noble king,
+And wet his grave with my repentant tears,
+I will with all expedient duty see you:
+For divers unknown reasons. I beseech you,
+Grant me this boon.
++With all my heart; and much it joys me too,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+To see you are become so penitent.
+Tressel and Berkeley, go along with me.
++Bid me farewell.+ +LADY ANNE +
++'Tis more than you deserve;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+But since you teach me how to flatter you,
+Imagine I have said farewell already.
+Exeunt LADY ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKELEY
++Sirs, take up the corse.+ +GENTLEMEN +
++Towards Chertsey, noble lord?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++No, to White-Friars; there attend my coining.+
+Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER
+Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?
+Was ever woman in this humour won?
+I'll have her; but I will not keep her long.
+What! I, that kill'd her husband and his father,
+To take her in her heart's extremest hate,
+With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
+The bleeding witness of her hatred by;
+Having God, her conscience, and these bars
+against me,
+And I nothing to back my suit at all,
+But the plain devil and dissembling looks,
+And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!
+Ha!
+Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
+Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,
+Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
+A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
+Framed in the prodigality of nature,
+Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,
+The spacious world cannot again afford
+And will she yet debase her eyes on me,
+That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,
+And made her widow to a woful bed?
+On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety?
+On me, that halt and am unshapen thus?
+My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
+I do mistake my person all this while:
+Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
+Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
+I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
+And entertain some score or two of tailors,
+To study fashions to adorn my body:
+Since I am crept in favour with myself,
+Will maintain it with some little cost.
+But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave;
+And then return lamenting to my love.
+Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
+That I may see my shadow as I pass.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/richardiii.3.3.html b/shakespeare/html/richardiii.3.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5895101392b95a9bb5a352ac17c427d631f83017 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/richardiii.3.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Richard III + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Pomfret Castle. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Life and Death of Richard the Third + + Shakespeare homepage + | Richard III + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Pomfret Castle.
+ ++Enter RATCLIFF, with halberds, carrying RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to death ++ +RATCLIFF ++Come, bring forth the prisoners.+ +RIVERS +
++Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this:+ +GREY +
+To-day shalt thou behold a subject die
+For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
++God keep the prince from all the pack of you!+ +VAUGHAN +
+A knot you are of damned blood-suckers!
++You live that shall cry woe for this after.+ +RATCLIFF +
++Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.+ +RIVERS +
++O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,+ +GREY +
+Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
+Within the guilty closure of thy walls
+Richard the second here was hack'd to death;
+And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
+We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
++Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads,+ +RIVERS +
+For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
++Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham,+ +RATCLIFF +
+Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God
+To hear her prayers for them, as now for us
+And for my sister and her princely sons,
+Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
+Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt.
++Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.+ +RIVERS +
++Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace:+
+And take our leave, until we meet in heaven.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.1.0.html b/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.1.0.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5b3847caa9d04282441714ab4a38bdd163a7acb2 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.1.0.html @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Richard III + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +PROLOGUE + + + + + + ++
+ +Romeo and Juliet + + Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 1, Prologue +
+ Next scene +PROLOGUE
+ ++Two households, both alike in dignity,+
+In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
+From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
+Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
+From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
+A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
+Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
+Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
+The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
+And the continuance of their parents' rage,
+Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
+Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
+The which if you with patient ears attend,
+What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.2.5.html b/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.2.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..99d2e7bb4bd5b971e331360cb8c60df18199d0e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.2.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,201 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 1, Prologue +
+ Next scene +SCENE V. Capulet's orchard. + + + + + + ++
+ +Romeo and Juliet + + Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 2, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.
+ ++Enter JULIET ++ +JULIET ++The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;+ +Nurse +
+In half an hour she promised to return.
+Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
+O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
+Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
+Driving back shadows over louring hills:
+Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
+And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
+Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
+Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
+Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
+Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
+She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
+My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
+And his to me:
+But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
+Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
+O God, she comes!
+Enter Nurse and PETER
+O honey nurse, what news?
+Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
++Peter, stay at the gate.+ +JULIET +
+Exit PETER
++Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?+ +Nurse +
+Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
+If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
+By playing it to me with so sour a face.
++I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:+ +JULIET +
+Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
++I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:+ +Nurse +
+Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
++Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?+ +JULIET +
+Do you not see that I am out of breath?
++How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath+ +Nurse +
+To say to me that thou art out of breath?
+The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
+Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
+Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
+Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
+Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
++Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not+ +JULIET +
+how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
+face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
+all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
+though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
+past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
+but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
+ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
++No, no: but all this did I know before.+ +Nurse +
+What says he of our marriage? what of that?
++Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!+ +JULIET +
+It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
+My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
+Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
+To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
++I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.+ +Nurse +
+Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
++Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a+ +JULIET +
+courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
+warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
++Where is my mother! why, she is within;+ +Nurse +
+Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
+'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
+Where is your mother?'
++O God's lady dear!+ +JULIET +
+Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
+Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
+Henceforward do your messages yourself.
++Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?+ +Nurse +
++Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?+ +JULIET +
++I have.+ +Nurse +
++Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;+ +JULIET +
+There stays a husband to make you a wife:
+Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
+They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
+Hie you to church; I must another way,
+To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
+Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
+I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
+But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
+Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
++Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.3.1.html b/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.3.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e99c9de209ade940228843be327bdce00c58ec12 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.3.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,500 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 2, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. A public place. + + + + + + ++
+ +Romeo and Juliet + + Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. A public place.
+ ++Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants ++ +BENVOLIO ++I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:+ +MERCUTIO +
+The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
+And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
+For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
++Thou art like one of those fellows that when he+ +BENVOLIO +
+enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
+upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
+thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
+it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
++Am I like such a fellow?+ +MERCUTIO +
++Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as+ +BENVOLIO +
+any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
+soon moody to be moved.
++And what to?+ +MERCUTIO +
++Nay, an there were two such, we should have none+ +BENVOLIO +
+shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
+thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
+or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
+wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
+other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
+eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
+Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
+meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
+an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
+man for coughing in the street, because he hath
+wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
+didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
+his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
+tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
+wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
++An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man+ +MERCUTIO +
+should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
++The fee-simple! O simple!+ +BENVOLIO +
++By my head, here come the Capulets.+ +MERCUTIO +
++By my heel, I care not.+ +TYBALT +
+Enter TYBALT and others
++Follow me close, for I will speak to them.+ +MERCUTIO +
+Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
++And but one word with one of us? couple it with+ +TYBALT +
+something; make it a word and a blow.
++You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you+ +MERCUTIO +
+will give me occasion.
++Could you not take some occasion without giving?+ +TYBALT +
++Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--+ +MERCUTIO +
++Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an+ +BENVOLIO +
+thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
+discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
+make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
++We talk here in the public haunt of men:+ +MERCUTIO +
+Either withdraw unto some private place,
+And reason coldly of your grievances,
+Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
++Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;+ +TYBALT +
+I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
+Enter ROMEO
++Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.+ +MERCUTIO +
++But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:+ +TYBALT +
+Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
+Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'
++Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford+ +ROMEO +
+No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
++Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee+ +TYBALT +
+Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
+To such a greeting: villain am I none;
+Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
++Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries+ +ROMEO +
+That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
++I do protest, I never injured thee,+ +MERCUTIO +
+But love thee better than thou canst devise,
+Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
+And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
+As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.
++O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!+ +TYBALT +
+Alla stoccata carries it away.
+Draws
+Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
++What wouldst thou have with me?+ +MERCUTIO +
++Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine+ +TYBALT +
+lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
+shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
+eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
+by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
+ears ere it be out.
++I am for you.+ +ROMEO +
+Drawing
++Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Come, sir, your passado.+ +ROMEO +
+They fight
++Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.+ +MERCUTIO +
+Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
+Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
+Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
+Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
+TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers
++I am hurt.+ +BENVOLIO +
+A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
+Is he gone, and hath nothing?
++What, art thou hurt?+ +MERCUTIO +
++Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.+ +ROMEO +
+Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
+Exit Page
++Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.+ +MERCUTIO +
++No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a+ +ROMEO +
+church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
+me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
+am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
+both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
+cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
+rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
+arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
+was hurt under your arm.
++I thought all for the best.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Help me into some house, Benvolio,+ +ROMEO +
+Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
+They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
+And soundly too: your houses!
+Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO
++This gentleman, the prince's near ally,+ +BENVOLIO +
+My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
+In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
+With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
+Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
+Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
+And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
+Re-enter BENVOLIO
++O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!+ +ROMEO +
+That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
+Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
++This day's black fate on more days doth depend;+ +BENVOLIO +
+This but begins the woe, others must end.
++Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.+ +ROMEO +
++Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!+ +TYBALT +
+Away to heaven, respective lenity,
+And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
+Re-enter TYBALT
+Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
+That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
+Is but a little way above our heads,
+Staying for thine to keep him company:
+Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
++Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,+ +ROMEO +
+Shalt with him hence.
++This shall determine that.+ +BENVOLIO +
+They fight; TYBALT falls
++Romeo, away, be gone!+ +ROMEO +
+The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
+Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
+If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
++O, I am fortune's fool!+ +BENVOLIO +
++Why dost thou stay?+ +First Citizen +
+Exit ROMEO
+Enter Citizens, & c
++Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
++There lies that Tybalt.+ +First Citizen +
++Up, sir, go with me;+ +PRINCE +
+I charge thee in the princes name, obey.
+Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others
++Where are the vile beginners of this fray?+ +BENVOLIO +
++O noble prince, I can discover all+ +LADY CAPULET +
+The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
+There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
+That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
++Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!+ +PRINCE +
+O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
+O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
+For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
+O cousin, cousin!
++Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?+ +BENVOLIO +
++Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
+How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
+Your high displeasure: all this uttered
+With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
+Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
+Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
+With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
+Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
+And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
+Cold death aside, and with the other sends
+It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
+Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
+'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
+his tongue,
+His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
+And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
+An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
+Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
+But by and by comes back to Romeo,
+Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
+And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
+Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
+And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
+This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
++He is a kinsman to the Montague;+ +PRINCE +
+Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
+Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
+And all those twenty could but kill one life.
+I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
+Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
++Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;+ +MONTAGUE +
+Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
++Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;+ +PRINCE +
+His fault concludes but what the law should end,
+The life of Tybalt.
++And for that offence+
+Immediately we do exile him hence:
+I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
+My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
+But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
+That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
+I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
+Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
+Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
+Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
+Bear hence this body and attend our will:
+Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.4.3.html b/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.4.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a4305d8acf0a6fe548fa6e9578d3f5767a2cf511 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/romeo_juliet.4.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,125 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
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+ +Romeo and Juliet + + Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.
+ ++Enter JULIET and Nurse ++ +JULIET ++Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,+ +LADY CAPULET +
+I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
+For I have need of many orisons
+To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
+Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
+Enter LADY CAPULET
++What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?+ +JULIET +
++No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries+ +LADY CAPULET +
+As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
+So please you, let me now be left alone,
+And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
+For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
+In this so sudden business.
++Good night:+ +JULIET +
+Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
+Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse
++Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.+
+I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
+That almost freezes up the heat of life:
+I'll call them back again to comfort me:
+Nurse! What should she do here?
+My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
+Come, vial.
+What if this mixture do not work at all?
+Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
+No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
+Laying down her dagger
+What if it be a poison, which the friar
+Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
+Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
+Because he married me before to Romeo?
+I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
+For he hath still been tried a holy man.
+How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
+I wake before the time that Romeo
+Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
+Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
+To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
+And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
+Or, if I live, is it not very like,
+The horrible conceit of death and night,
+Together with the terror of the place,--
+As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
+Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
+Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
+Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
+Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
+At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
+Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
+So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
+And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
+That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
+O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
+Environed with all these hideous fears?
+And madly play with my forefather's joints?
+And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
+And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
+As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
+O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
+Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
+Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
+Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
+She falls upon her bed, within the curtains
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.C.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.C.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..af5d714dd0bbfdc2586c7fe929e5ceb6b745286e --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.C.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +Sonnet C +Sonnet C
+ +Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXLI.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXLI.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3dbefa530d56daff3876595433b74c129dccd670 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXLI.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
+Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
+Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
+Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
+In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
+Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
+And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
+Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
+If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
+If any, be a satire to decay,
+And make Time's spoils despised every where.
+ Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
+ So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.
+Sonnet CXLI +Sonnet CXLI
+ +In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXLVI.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXLVI.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8dc9612db74567ea3335dfc0ba23f45cfc7bfdc1 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXLVI.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+For they in thee a thousand errors note;
+But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
+Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;
+Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
+Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
+Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
+To any sensual feast with thee alone:
+But my five wits nor my five senses can
+Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
+Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
+Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:
+ Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
+ That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
+Sonnet CXLVI +Sonnet CXLVI
+ +Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXVII.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXVII.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9568afd2f50edfc68b8c4f773c8261a4700ad0a3 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXVII.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+[ ] these rebel powers that thee array;
+Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
+Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
+Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
+Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
+Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
+Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
+Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
+And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
+Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
+Within be fed, without be rich no more:
+ So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
+ And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
+Sonnet CXVII +Sonnet CXVII
+ +Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXXVI.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXXVI.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0521912a88350cd4a41ed2f991daebf52f841257 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXXVI.html @@ -0,0 +1,18 @@ +
+Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
+Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
+Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
+That I have frequent been with unknown minds
+And given to time your own dear-purchased right
+That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
+Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
+Book both my wilfulness and errors down
+And on just proof surmise accumulate;
+Bring me within the level of your frown,
+But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
+ Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
+ The constancy and virtue of your love.
+Sonnet CXXVI +Sonnet CXXVI
+ +O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXXVII.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXXVII.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..57363d3ce009c278a0bbda3ed3caff4f80b958df --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.CXXVII.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
+Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
+Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;
+If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
+As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
+She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
+May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
+Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
+She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
+ Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,
+ And her quietus is to render thee.
+Sonnet CXXVII +Sonnet CXXVII
+ +In the old age black was not counted fair,+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LX.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LX.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2866a8225062d38bc7f910fc112813ce2f95443e --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LX.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
+But now is black beauty's successive heir,
+And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
+For since each hand hath put on nature's power,
+Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face,
+Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
+But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
+Therefore my mistress' brows are raven black,
+Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
+At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
+Slandering creation with a false esteem:
+ Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
+ That every tongue says beauty should look so.
+Sonnet LX +Sonnet LX
+ +Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LXIII.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LXIII.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9dda6764c19cd9af103d66c2c242322357cac6e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LXIII.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+So do our minutes hasten to their end;
+Each changing place with that which goes before,
+In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
+Nativity, once in the main of light,
+Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
+Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,
+And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
+Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
+And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
+Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
+And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
+ And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
+ Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
+Sonnet LXIII +Sonnet LXIII
+ +Against my love shall be, as I am now,+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LXXI.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LXXI.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b21683b45c1d55ba03e1b07d0c0ad960475c3525 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LXXI.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
+When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
+With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
+Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night,
+And all those beauties whereof now he's king
+Are vanishing or vanish'd out of sight,
+Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
+For such a time do I now fortify
+Against confounding age's cruel knife,
+That he shall never cut from memory
+My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
+ His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
+ And they shall live, and he in them still green.
+Sonnet LXXI +Sonnet LXXI
+ +No longer mourn for me when I am dead+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LXXXIII.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LXXXIII.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2300640611396273d256e5e875cd954db22b6d2e --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.LXXXIII.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
+Give warning to the world that I am fled
+From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
+Nay, if you read this line, remember not
+The hand that writ it; for I love you so
+That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
+If thinking on me then should make you woe.
+O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
+When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
+Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
+But let your love even with my life decay,
+ Lest the wise world should look into your moan
+ And mock you with me after I am gone.
+Sonnet LXXXIII +Sonnet LXXXIII
+ +I never saw that you did painting need+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XCIV.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XCIV.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6ebacab0d3c9fa76ea95d81e3b4a633d6b8f2151 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XCIV.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+And therefore to your fair no painting set;
+I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
+The barren tender of a poet's debt;
+And therefore have I slept in your report,
+That you yourself being extant well might show
+How far a modern quill doth come too short,
+Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
+This silence for my sin you did impute,
+Which shall be most my glory, being dumb;
+For I impair not beauty being mute,
+When others would give life and bring a tomb.
+ There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
+ Than both your poets can in praise devise.
+Sonnet XCIV +Sonnet XCIV
+ +They that have power to hurt and will do none,+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XIII.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XIII.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9345c155005f34c5e6fa2f68564c58c1138fbb6b --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XIII.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+That do not do the thing they most do show,
+Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
+Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
+They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
+And husband nature's riches from expense;
+They are the lords and owners of their faces,
+Others but stewards of their excellence.
+The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
+Though to itself it only live and die,
+But if that flower with base infection meet,
+The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
+ For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
+ Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
+Sonnet XIII +Sonnet XIII
+ +O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XLIII.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XLIII.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..969d575ef552c1e17e83a97a3f7863d77af6a366 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XLIII.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+No longer yours than you yourself here live:
+Against this coming end you should prepare,
+And your sweet semblance to some other give.
+So should that beauty which you hold in lease
+Find no determination: then you were
+Yourself again after yourself's decease,
+When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
+Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
+Which husbandry in honour might uphold
+Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
+And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
+ O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
+ You had a father: let your son say so.
+Sonnet XLIII +Sonnet XLIII
+ +When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XLV.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XLV.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fe02d3a4c073585c992e9a79a810aee03d09376c --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XLV.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+For all the day they view things unrespected;
+But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
+And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
+Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
+How would thy shadow's form form happy show
+To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
+When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
+How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
+By looking on thee in the living day,
+When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
+Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
+ All days are nights to see till I see thee,
+ And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
+Sonnet XLV +Sonnet XLV
+ +The other two, slight air and purging fire,+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XVI.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XVI.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..baa9ebe8ea172284efd9c878de269057356e26a4 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XVI.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
+The first my thought, the other my desire,
+These present-absent with swift motion slide.
+For when these quicker elements are gone
+In tender embassy of love to thee,
+My life, being made of four, with two alone
+Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
+Until life's composition be recured
+By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
+Who even but now come back again, assured
+Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
+ This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
+ I send them back again and straight grow sad.
+Sonnet XVI +Sonnet XVI
+ +But wherefore do not you a mightier way+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XXXIII.html b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XXXIII.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c896b8ed01ece37eb21d7ead4f38d59a8e4de3a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/sonnet.XXXIII.html @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +
+Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
+And fortify yourself in your decay
+With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
+Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
+And many maiden gardens yet unset
+With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
+Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
+So should the lines of life that life repair,
+Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
+Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
+Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
+ To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
+ And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
+Sonnet XXXIII +Sonnet XXXIII
+ +Full many a glorious morning have I seen+ + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/taming_shrew.0.1.html b/shakespeare/html/taming_shrew.0.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6f5681c8c384357f9d89c09d9fca113148cb2550 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/taming_shrew.0.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,304 @@ + + + +
+Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
+Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
+Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
+Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
+With ugly rack on his celestial face,
+And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
+Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
+Even so my sun one early morn did shine
+With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
+But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
+The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
+ Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
+ Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
+SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Taming of the Shrew + + Shakespeare homepage + | Taming of the Shrew + | Induction, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.
+ ++Enter Hostess and SLY ++ +SLY ++I'll pheeze you, in faith.+ +Hostess +
++A pair of stocks, you rogue!+ +SLY +
++Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in+ +Hostess +
+the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.
+Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!
++You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?+ +SLY +
++No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold+ +Hostess +
+bed, and warm thee.
++I know my remedy; I must go fetch the+ +SLY +
+third--borough.
+Exit
++Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him+ +Lord +
+by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come,
+and kindly.
+Falls asleep
+Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train
++Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:+ +First Huntsman +
+Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd;
+And couple Clowder with the deep--mouth'd brach.
+Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
+At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?
+I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
++Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;+ +Lord +
+He cried upon it at the merest loss
+And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:
+Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
++Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,+ +First Huntsman +
+I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
+But sup them well and look unto them all:
+To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
++I will, my lord.+ +Lord +
++What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?+ +Second Huntsman +
++He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,+ +Lord +
+This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
++O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!+ +First Huntsman +
+Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
+Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
+What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
+Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
+A most delicious banquet by his bed,
+And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
+Would not the beggar then forget himself?
++Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.+ +Second Huntsman +
++It would seem strange unto him when he waked.+ +Lord +
++Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.+ +First Huntsman +
+Then take him up and manage well the jest:
+Carry him gently to my fairest chamber
+And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:
+Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters
+And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
+Procure me music ready when he wakes,
+To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
+And if he chance to speak, be ready straight
+And with a low submissive reverence
+Say 'What is it your honour will command?'
+Let one attend him with a silver basin
+Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers,
+Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
+And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?'
+Some one be ready with a costly suit
+And ask him what apparel he will wear;
+Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
+And that his lady mourns at his disease:
+Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
+And when he says he is, say that he dreams,
+For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
+This do and do it kindly, gentle sirs:
+It will be pastime passing excellent,
+If it be husbanded with modesty.
++My lord, I warrant you we will play our part,+ +Lord +
+As he shall think by our true diligence
+He is no less than what we say he is.
++Take him up gently and to bed with him;+ +Servant +
+And each one to his office when he wakes.
+Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds
+Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:
+Exit Servingman
+Belike, some noble gentleman that means,
+Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
+Re-enter Servingman
+How now! who is it?
++An't please your honour, players+ +Lord +
+That offer service to your lordship.
++Bid them come near.+ +Players +
+Enter Players
+Now, fellows, you are welcome.
++We thank your honour.+ +Lord +
++Do you intend to stay with me tonight?+ +A Player +
++So please your lordship to accept our duty.+ +Lord +
++With all my heart. This fellow I remember,+ +A Player +
+Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son:
+'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well:
+I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
+Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd.
++I think 'twas Soto that your honour means.+ +Lord +
++'Tis very true: thou didst it excellent.+ +A Player +
+Well, you are come to me in a happy time;
+The rather for I have some sport in hand
+Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
+There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
+But I am doubtful of your modesties;
+Lest over-eyeing of his odd behavior,--
+For yet his honour never heard a play--
+You break into some merry passion
+And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
+If you should smile he grows impatient.
++Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves,+ +Lord +
+Were he the veriest antic in the world.
++Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,+
+And give them friendly welcome every one:
+Let them want nothing that my house affords.
+Exit one with the Players
+Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page,
+And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
+That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber;
+And call him 'madam,' do him obeisance.
+Tell him from me, as he will win my love,
+He bear himself with honourable action,
+Such as he hath observed in noble ladies
+Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
+Such duty to the drunkard let him do
+With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy,
+And say 'What is't your honour will command,
+Wherein your lady and your humble wife
+May show her duty and make known her love?'
+And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
+And with declining head into his bosom,
+Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
+To see her noble lord restored to health,
+Who for this seven years hath esteem'd him
+No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
+And if the boy have not a woman's gift
+To rain a shower of commanded tears,
+An onion will do well for such a shift,
+Which in a napkin being close convey'd
+Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
+See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst:
+Anon I'll give thee more instructions.
+Exit a Servingman
+I know the boy will well usurp the grace,
+Voice, gait and action of a gentlewoman:
+I long to hear him call the drunkard husband,
+And how my men will stay themselves from laughter
+When they do homage to this simple peasant.
+I'll in to counsel them; haply my presence
+May well abate the over-merry spleen
+Which otherwise would grow into extremes.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/taming_shrew.5.2.html b/shakespeare/html/taming_shrew.5.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..58fe9ab45a8772be91153c38f394b8d42e1af3fd --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/taming_shrew.5.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,613 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Taming of the Shrew + | Induction, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE II. Padua. LUCENTIO'S house. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Taming of the Shrew + + Shakespeare homepage + | Taming of the Shrew + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene +SCENE II. Padua. LUCENTIO'S house.
+ ++Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow, TRANIO, BIONDELLO, and GRUMIO the Serving-men with Tranio bringing in a banquet ++ +LUCENTIO ++At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:+ +PETRUCHIO +
+And time it is, when raging war is done,
+To smile at scapes and perils overblown.
+My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
+While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.
+Brother Petruchio, sister Katharina,
+And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
+Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:
+My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
+After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down;
+For now we sit to chat as well as eat.
++Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!+ +BAPTISTA +
++Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Padua affords nothing but what is kind.+ +HORTENSIO +
++For both our sakes, I would that word were true.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.+ +Widow +
++Then never trust me, if I be afeard.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense:+ +Widow +
+I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
++He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Roundly replied.+ +KATHARINA +
++ Mistress, how mean you that?+ +Widow +
++Thus I conceive by him.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that?+ +HORTENSIO +
++My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good widow.+ +KATHARINA +
++'He that is giddy thinks the world turns round:'+ +Widow +
+I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
++Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,+ +KATHARINA +
+Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
+And now you know my meaning,
++A very mean meaning.+ +Widow +
++Right, I mean you.+ +KATHARINA +
++And I am mean indeed, respecting you.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++To her, Kate!+ +HORTENSIO +
++To her, widow!+ +PETRUCHIO +
++A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.+ +HORTENSIO +
++That's my office.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad!+ +BAPTISTA +
+Drinks to HORTENSIO
++How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?+ +GREMIO +
++Believe me, sir, they butt together well.+ +BIANCA +
++Head, and butt! an hasty-witted body+ +VINCENTIO +
+Would say your head and butt were head and horn.
++Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?+ +BIANCA +
++Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Nay, that you shall not: since you have begun,+ +BIANCA +
+Have at you for a bitter jest or two!
++Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush;+ +PETRUCHIO +
+And then pursue me as you draw your bow.
+You are welcome all.
+Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow
++She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio.+ +TRANIO +
+This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
+Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.
++O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound,+ +PETRUCHIO +
+Which runs himself and catches for his master.
++A good swift simile, but something currish.+ +TRANIO +
++'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself:+ +BAPTISTA +
+'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
++O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.+ +LUCENTIO +
++I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.+ +HORTENSIO +
++Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?+ +PETRUCHIO +
++A' has a little gall'd me, I confess;+ +BAPTISTA +
+And, as the jest did glance away from me,
+'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
++Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,+ +PETRUCHIO +
+I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
++Well, I say no: and therefore for assurance+ +HORTENSIO +
+Let's each one send unto his wife;
+And he whose wife is most obedient
+To come at first when he doth send for her,
+Shall win the wager which we will propose.
++Content. What is the wager?+ +LUCENTIO +
++Twenty crowns.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Twenty crowns!+ +LUCENTIO +
+I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound,
+But twenty times so much upon my wife.
++A hundred then.+ +HORTENSIO +
++ Content.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++A match! 'tis done.+ +HORTENSIO +
++Who shall begin?+ +LUCENTIO +
++ That will I.+ +BIONDELLO +
+Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
++I go.+ +BAPTISTA +
+Exit
++Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.+ +LUCENTIO +
++I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.+ +BIONDELLO +
+Re-enter BIONDELLO
+How now! what news?
++Sir, my mistress sends you word+ +PETRUCHIO +
+That she is busy and she cannot come.
++How! she is busy and she cannot come!+ +GREMIO +
+Is that an answer?
++ Ay, and a kind one too:+ +PETRUCHIO +
+Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
++I hope better.+ +HORTENSIO +
++Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife+ +PETRUCHIO +
+To come to me forthwith.
+Exit BIONDELLO
++O, ho! entreat her!+ +HORTENSIO +
+Nay, then she must needs come.
++I am afraid, sir,+ +BIONDELLO +
+Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
+Re-enter BIONDELLO
+Now, where's my wife?
++She says you have some goodly jest in hand:+ +PETRUCHIO +
+She will not come: she bids you come to her.
++Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,+ +HORTENSIO +
+Intolerable, not to be endured!
+Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;
+Say, I command her to come to me.
+Exit GRUMIO
++I know her answer.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++ What?+ +HORTENSIO +
++She will not.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.+ +BAPTISTA +
++Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!+ +KATHARINA +
+Re-enter KATARINA
++What is your will, sir, that you send for me?+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?+ +KATHARINA +
++They sit conferring by the parlor fire.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Go fetch them hither: if they deny to come.+ +LUCENTIO +
+Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands:
+Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
+Exit KATHARINA
++Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.+ +HORTENSIO +
++And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Marry, peace it bodes, and love and quiet life,+ +BAPTISTA +
+And awful rule and right supremacy;
+And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy?
++Now, fair befal thee, good Petruchio!+ +PETRUCHIO +
+The wager thou hast won; and I will add
+Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
+Another dowry to another daughter,
+For she is changed, as she had never been.
++Nay, I will win my wager better yet+ +Widow +
+And show more sign of her obedience,
+Her new-built virtue and obedience.
+See where she comes and brings your froward wives
+As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
+Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow
+Katharina, that cap of yours becomes you not:
+Off with that bauble, throw it under-foot.
++Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,+ +BIANCA +
+Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
++Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?+ +LUCENTIO +
++I would your duty were as foolish too:+ +BIANCA +
+The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
+Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time.
++The more fool you, for laying on my duty.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Katharina, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women+ +Widow +
+What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
++Come, come, you're mocking: we will have no telling.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Come on, I say; and first begin with her.+ +Widow +
++She shall not.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++I say she shall: and first begin with her.+ +KATHARINA +
++Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,+ +PETRUCHIO +
+And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
+To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
+It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
+Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
+And in no sense is meet or amiable.
+A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
+Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
+And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
+Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
+Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
+Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
+And for thy maintenance commits his body
+To painful labour both by sea and land,
+To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
+Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
+And craves no other tribute at thy hands
+But love, fair looks and true obedience;
+Too little payment for so great a debt.
+Such duty as the subject owes the prince
+Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
+And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
+And not obedient to his honest will,
+What is she but a foul contending rebel
+And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
+I am ashamed that women are so simple
+To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
+Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
+When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
+Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
+Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
+But that our soft conditions and our hearts
+Should well agree with our external parts?
+Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
+My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
+My heart as great, my reason haply more,
+To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
+But now I see our lances are but straws,
+Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
+That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
+Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
+And place your hands below your husband's foot:
+In token of which duty, if he please,
+My hand is ready; may it do him ease.
++Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.+ +LUCENTIO +
++Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.+ +VINCENTIO +
++'Tis a good hearing when children are toward.+ +LUCENTIO +
++But a harsh hearing when women are froward.+ +PETRUCHIO +
++Come, Kate, we'll to bed.+ +HORTENSIO +
+We three are married, but you two are sped.
+To LUCENTIO
+'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white;
+And, being a winner, God give you good night!
+Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA
++Now, go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew.+ +LUCENTIO +
++'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.
+Exeunt
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+ ++Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA ++ +MIRANDA ++If by your art, my dearest father, you have+ +PROSPERO +
+Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
+The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
+But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
+Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
+With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
+Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
+Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
+Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
+Had I been any god of power, I would
+Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
+It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
+The fraughting souls within her.
++Be collected:+ +MIRANDA +
+No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
+There's no harm done.
++O, woe the day!+ +PROSPERO +
++No harm.+ +MIRANDA +
+I have done nothing but in care of thee,
+Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
+Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
+Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
+Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
+And thy no greater father.
++More to know+ +PROSPERO +
+Did never meddle with my thoughts.
++'Tis time+ +MIRANDA +
+I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
+And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
+Lays down his mantle
+Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
+The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
+The very virtue of compassion in thee,
+I have with such provision in mine art
+So safely ordered that there is no soul--
+No, not so much perdition as an hair
+Betid to any creature in the vessel
+Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
+For thou must now know farther.
++You have often+ +PROSPERO +
+Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
+And left me to a bootless inquisition,
+Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
++The hour's now come;+ +MIRANDA +
+The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
+Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
+A time before we came unto this cell?
+I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
+Out three years old.
++Certainly, sir, I can.+ +PROSPERO +
++By what? by any other house or person?+ +MIRANDA +
+Of any thing the image tell me that
+Hath kept with thy remembrance.
++'Tis far off+ +PROSPERO +
+And rather like a dream than an assurance
+That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
+Four or five women once that tended me?
++Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it+ +MIRANDA +
+That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
+In the dark backward and abysm of time?
+If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
+How thou camest here thou mayst.
++But that I do not.+ +PROSPERO +
++Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,+ +MIRANDA +
+Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
+A prince of power.
++ Sir, are not you my father?+ +PROSPERO +
++Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and+ +MIRANDA +
+She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
+Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
+And princess no worse issued.
++O the heavens!+ +PROSPERO +
+What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
+Or blessed was't we did?
++Both, both, my girl:+ +MIRANDA +
+By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
+But blessedly holp hither.
++O, my heart bleeds+ +PROSPERO +
+To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
+Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
++My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--+ +MIRANDA +
+I pray thee, mark me--that a brother should
+Be so perfidious!--he whom next thyself
+Of all the world I loved and to him put
+The manage of my state; as at that time
+Through all the signories it was the first
+And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
+In dignity, and for the liberal arts
+Without a parallel; those being all my study,
+The government I cast upon my brother
+And to my state grew stranger, being transported
+And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--
+Dost thou attend me?
++Sir, most heedfully.+ +PROSPERO +
++Being once perfected how to grant suits,+ +MIRANDA +
+How to deny them, who to advance and who
+To trash for over-topping, new created
+The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
+Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
+Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
+To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
+The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
+And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
++O, good sir, I do.+ +PROSPERO +
++ I pray thee, mark me.+ +MIRANDA +
+I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
+To closeness and the bettering of my mind
+With that which, but by being so retired,
+O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
+Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
+Like a good parent, did beget of him
+A falsehood in its contrary as great
+As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
+A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
+Not only with what my revenue yielded,
+But what my power might else exact, like one
+Who having into truth, by telling of it,
+Made such a sinner of his memory,
+To credit his own lie, he did believe
+He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution
+And executing the outward face of royalty,
+With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--
+Dost thou hear?
++ Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.+ +PROSPERO +
++To have no screen between this part he play'd+ +MIRANDA +
+And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
+Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
+Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
+He thinks me now incapable; confederates--
+So dry he was for sway--wi' the King of Naples
+To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
+Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
+The dukedom yet unbow'd--alas, poor Milan!--
+To most ignoble stooping.
++O the heavens!+ +PROSPERO +
++Mark his condition and the event; then tell me+ +MIRANDA +
+If this might be a brother.
++I should sin+ +PROSPERO +
+To think but nobly of my grandmother:
+Good wombs have borne bad sons.
++Now the condition.+ +MIRANDA +
+The King of Naples, being an enemy
+To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
+Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
+Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
+Should presently extirpate me and mine
+Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan
+With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
+A treacherous army levied, one midnight
+Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
+The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,
+The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
+Me and thy crying self.
++Alack, for pity!+ +PROSPERO +
+I, not remembering how I cried out then,
+Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
+That wrings mine eyes to't.
++Hear a little further+ +MIRANDA +
+And then I'll bring thee to the present business
+Which now's upon's; without the which this story
+Were most impertinent.
++Wherefore did they not+ +PROSPERO +
+That hour destroy us?
++Well demanded, wench:+ +MIRANDA +
+My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
+So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
+A mark so bloody on the business, but
+With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
+In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
+Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
+A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
+Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
+Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
+To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
+To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
+Did us but loving wrong.
++Alack, what trouble+ +PROSPERO +
+Was I then to you!
++ O, a cherubim+ +MIRANDA +
+Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
+Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
+When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
+Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
+An undergoing stomach, to bear up
+Against what should ensue.
++How came we ashore?+ +PROSPERO +
++By Providence divine.+ +MIRANDA +
+Some food we had and some fresh water that
+A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
+Out of his charity, being then appointed
+Master of this design, did give us, with
+Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
+Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
+Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
+From mine own library with volumes that
+I prize above my dukedom.
++Would I might+ +PROSPERO +
+But ever see that man!
++Now I arise:+ +MIRANDA +
+Resumes his mantle
+Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
+Here in this island we arrived; and here
+Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
+Than other princesses can that have more time
+For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
++Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,+ +PROSPERO +
+For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
+For raising this sea-storm?
++Know thus far forth.+ +ARIEL +
+By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
+Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
+Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
+I find my zenith doth depend upon
+A most auspicious star, whose influence
+If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
+Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
+Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
+And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
+MIRANDA sleeps
+Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
+Approach, my Ariel, come.
+Enter ARIEL
++All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come+ +PROSPERO +
+To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
+To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
+On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
+Ariel and all his quality.
++Hast thou, spirit,+ +ARIEL +
+Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
++To every article.+ +PROSPERO +
+I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
+Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
+I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
+And burn in many places; on the topmast,
+The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
+Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
+O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
+And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
+Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
+Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
+Yea, his dread trident shake.
++My brave spirit!+ +ARIEL +
+Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
+Would not infect his reason?
++Not a soul+ +PROSPERO +
+But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
+Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
+Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
+Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
+With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,--
+Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
+And all the devils are here.'
++Why that's my spirit!+ +ARIEL +
+But was not this nigh shore?
++Close by, my master.+ +PROSPERO +
++But are they, Ariel, safe?+ +ARIEL +
++Not a hair perish'd;+ +PROSPERO +
+On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
+But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
+In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
+The king's son have I landed by himself;
+Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
+In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
+His arms in this sad knot.
++Of the king's ship+ +ARIEL +
+The mariners say how thou hast disposed
+And all the rest o' the fleet.
++Safely in harbour+ +PROSPERO +
+Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
+Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
+From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
+The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
+Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
+I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet
+Which I dispersed, they all have met again
+And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
+Bound sadly home for Naples,
+Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
+And his great person perish.
++Ariel, thy charge+ +ARIEL +
+Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
+What is the time o' the day?
++Past the mid season.+ +PROSPERO +
++At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now+ +ARIEL +
+Must by us both be spent most preciously.
++Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,+ +PROSPERO +
+Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
+Which is not yet perform'd me.
++How now? moody?+ +ARIEL +
+What is't thou canst demand?
++My liberty.+ +PROSPERO +
++Before the time be out? no more!+ +ARIEL +
++I prithee,+ +PROSPERO +
+Remember I have done thee worthy service;
+Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
+Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
+To bate me a full year.
++Dost thou forget+ +ARIEL +
+From what a torment I did free thee?
++No.+ +PROSPERO +
++Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze+ +ARIEL +
+Of the salt deep,
+To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
+To do me business in the veins o' the earth
+When it is baked with frost.
++I do not, sir.+ +PROSPERO +
++Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot+ +ARIEL +
+The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
+Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
++No, sir.+ +PROSPERO +
++ Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.+ +ARIEL +
++Sir, in Argier.+ +PROSPERO +
++ O, was she so? I must+ +ARIEL +
+Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
+Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
+For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
+To enter human hearing, from Argier,
+Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
+They would not take her life. Is not this true?
++Ay, sir.+ +PROSPERO +
++This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child+ +ARIEL +
+And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
+As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
+And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
+To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
+Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
+By help of her more potent ministers
+And in her most unmitigable rage,
+Into a cloven pine; within which rift
+Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
+A dozen years; within which space she died
+And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
+As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island--
+Save for the son that she did litter here,
+A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with
+A human shape.
++ Yes, Caliban her son.+ +PROSPERO +
++Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban+ +ARIEL +
+Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
+What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
+Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
+Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
+To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
+Could not again undo: it was mine art,
+When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
+The pine and let thee out.
++I thank thee, master.+ +PROSPERO +
++If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak+ +ARIEL +
+And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
+Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
++Pardon, master;+ +PROSPERO +
+I will be correspondent to command
+And do my spiriting gently.
++Do so, and after two days+ +ARIEL +
+I will discharge thee.
++That's my noble master!+ +PROSPERO +
+What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
++Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject+ +MIRANDA +
+To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
+To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
+And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
+Exit ARIEL
+Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
++ The strangeness of your story put+ +PROSPERO +
+Heaviness in me.
++ Shake it off. Come on;+ +MIRANDA +
+We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
+Yields us kind answer.
++'Tis a villain, sir,+ +PROSPERO +
+I do not love to look on.
++But, as 'tis,+ +CALIBAN +
+We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
+Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
+That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
+Thou earth, thou! speak.
++[Within] There's wood enough within.+ +PROSPERO +
++Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:+ +ARIEL +
+Come, thou tortoise! when?
+Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph
+Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
+Hark in thine ear.
++ My lord it shall be done.+ +PROSPERO +
+Exit
++Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself+ +CALIBAN +
+Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
+Enter CALIBAN
++As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd+ +PROSPERO +
+With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
+Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
+And blister you all o'er!
++For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,+ +CALIBAN +
+Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
+Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
+All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd
+As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
+Than bees that made 'em.
++I must eat my dinner.+ +PROSPERO +
+This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
+Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
+Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
+Water with berries in't, and teach me how
+To name the bigger light, and how the less,
+That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee
+And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
+The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
+Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
+Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
+For I am all the subjects that you have,
+Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
+In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
+The rest o' the island.
++Thou most lying slave,+ +CALIBAN +
+Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
+Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
+In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
+The honour of my child.
++O ho, O ho! would't had been done!+ +PROSPERO +
+Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
+This isle with Calibans.
++Abhorred slave,+ +CALIBAN +
+Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
+Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
+Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
+One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
+Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
+A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
+With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
+Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
+good natures
+Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
+Deservedly confined into this rock,
+Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
++You taught me language; and my profit on't+ +PROSPERO +
+Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
+For learning me your language!
++Hag-seed, hence!+ +CALIBAN +
+Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
+To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
+If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
+What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
+Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
+That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
++No, pray thee.+ +PROSPERO +
+Aside
+I must obey: his art is of such power,
+It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
+and make a vassal of him.
++So, slave; hence!+ +FERDINAND +
+Exit CALIBAN
+Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following
+ARIEL'S song.
+Come unto these yellow sands,
+And then take hands:
+Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
+The wild waves whist,
+Foot it featly here and there;
+And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
+Hark, hark!
+Burthen [dispersedly, within
+The watch-dogs bark!
+Burthen Bow-wow
+Hark, hark! I hear
+The strain of strutting chanticleer
+Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
++Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?+ +FERDINAND +
+It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
+Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
+Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
+This music crept by me upon the waters,
+Allaying both their fury and my passion
+With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
+Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
+No, it begins again.
+ARIEL sings
+Full fathom five thy father lies;
+Of his bones are coral made;
+Those are pearls that were his eyes:
+Nothing of him that doth fade
+But doth suffer a sea-change
+Into something rich and strange.
+Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
+Burthen Ding-dong
+Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.
++The ditty does remember my drown'd father.+ +PROSPERO +
+This is no mortal business, nor no sound
+That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
++The fringed curtains of thine eye advance+ +MIRANDA +
+And say what thou seest yond.
++What is't? a spirit?+ +PROSPERO +
+Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
+It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
++No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses+ +MIRANDA +
+As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
+Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
+With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
+A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
+And strays about to find 'em.
++I might call him+ +PROSPERO +
+A thing divine, for nothing natural
+I ever saw so noble.
++[Aside] It goes on, I see,+ +FERDINAND +
+As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
+Within two days for this.
++Most sure, the goddess+ +MIRANDA +
+On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
+May know if you remain upon this island;
+And that you will some good instruction give
+How I may bear me here: my prime request,
+Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
+If you be maid or no?
++No wonder, sir;+ +FERDINAND +
+But certainly a maid.
++My language! heavens!+ +PROSPERO +
+I am the best of them that speak this speech,
+Were I but where 'tis spoken.
++How? the best?+ +FERDINAND +
+What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
++A single thing, as I am now, that wonders+ +MIRANDA +
+To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
+And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
+Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
+The king my father wreck'd.
++Alack, for mercy!+ +FERDINAND +
++Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan+ +PROSPERO +
+And his brave son being twain.
++[Aside] The Duke of Milan+ +MIRANDA +
+And his more braver daughter could control thee,
+If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
+They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
+I'll set thee free for this.
+To FERDINAND
+A word, good sir;
+I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
++Why speaks my father so ungently? This+ +FERDINAND +
+Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
+That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
+To be inclined my way!
++O, if a virgin,+ +PROSPERO +
+And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
+The queen of Naples.
++Soft, sir! one word more.+ +FERDINAND +
+Aside
+They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
+I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
+Make the prize light.
+To FERDINAND
+One word more; I charge thee
+That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
+The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
+Upon this island as a spy, to win it
+From me, the lord on't.
++No, as I am a man.+ +MIRANDA +
++There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:+ +PROSPERO +
+If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
+Good things will strive to dwell with't.
++Follow me.+ +FERDINAND +
+Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
+I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
+Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
+The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
+Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
++No;+ +MIRANDA +
+I will resist such entertainment till
+Mine enemy has more power.
+Draws, and is charmed from moving
++O dear father,+ +PROSPERO +
+Make not too rash a trial of him, for
+He's gentle and not fearful.
++What? I say,+ +MIRANDA +
+My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
+Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
+Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
+For I can here disarm thee with this stick
+And make thy weapon drop.
++Beseech you, father.+ +PROSPERO +
++Hence! hang not on my garments.+ +MIRANDA +
++Sir, have pity;+ +PROSPERO +
+I'll be his surety.
++Silence! one word more+ +MIRANDA +
+Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
+An advocate for an imposter! hush!
+Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
+Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
+To the most of men this is a Caliban
+And they to him are angels.
++My affections+ +PROSPERO +
+Are then most humble; I have no ambition
+To see a goodlier man.
++Come on; obey:+ +FERDINAND +
+Thy nerves are in their infancy again
+And have no vigour in them.
++So they are;+ +PROSPERO +
+My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
+My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
+The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
+To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
+Might I but through my prison once a day
+Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
+Let liberty make use of; space enough
+Have I in such a prison.
++[Aside] It works.+ +MIRANDA +
+To FERDINAND
+Come on.
+Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
+To FERDINAND
+Follow me.
+To ARIEL
+Hark what thou else shalt do me.
++Be of comfort;+ +PROSPERO +
+My father's of a better nature, sir,
+Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
+Which now came from him.
++Thou shalt be free+ +ARIEL +
+As mountain winds: but then exactly do
+All points of my command.
++To the syllable.+ +PROSPERO +
++Come, follow. Speak not for him.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others ++ +GONZALO ++By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;+ +ALONSO +
+My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed
+Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,
+I needs must rest me.
++Old lord, I cannot blame thee,+ +ANTONIO +
+Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
+To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
+Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
+No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
+Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
+Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
++[Aside to SEBASTIAN] I am right glad that he's so+ +SEBASTIAN +
+out of hope.
+Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
+That you resolved to effect.
++[Aside to ANTONIO] The next advantage+ +ANTONIO +
+Will we take throughly.
++[Aside to SEBASTIAN] Let it be to-night;+ +SEBASTIAN +
+For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
+Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
+As when they are fresh.
++[Aside to ANTONIO] I say, to-night: no more.+ +ALONSO +
+Solemn and strange music
++What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!+ +GONZALO +
++Marvellous sweet music!+ +ALONSO +
+Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, & c. to eat, they depart
++Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?+ +SEBASTIAN +
++A living drollery. Now I will believe+ +ANTONIO +
+That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
+There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
+At this hour reigning there.
++I'll believe both;+ +GONZALO +
+And what does else want credit, come to me,
+And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did
+lie,
+Though fools at home condemn 'em.
++If in Naples+ +PROSPERO +
+I should report this now, would they believe me?
+If I should say, I saw such islanders--
+For, certes, these are people of the island--
+Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
+Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
+Our human generation you shall find
+Many, nay, almost any.
++[Aside] Honest lord,+ +ALONSO +
+Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
+Are worse than devils.
++I cannot too much muse+ +PROSPERO +
+Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,
+Although they want the use of tongue, a kind
+Of excellent dumb discourse.
++[Aside] Praise in departing.+ +FRANCISCO +
++They vanish'd strangely.+ +SEBASTIAN +
++No matter, since+ +ALONSO +
+They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
+Will't please you taste of what is here?
++Not I.+ +GONZALO +
++Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,+ +ALONSO +
+Who would believe that there were mountaineers
+Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
+Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
+Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find
+Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
+Good warrant of.
++ I will stand to and feed,+ +ARIEL +
+Although my last: no matter, since I feel
+The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
+Stand to and do as we.
+Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes
++You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,+ +PROSPERO +
+That hath to instrument this lower world
+And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
+Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
+Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
+Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
+And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
+Their proper selves.
+ALONSO, SEBASTIAN & c. draw their swords
+You fools! I and my fellows
+Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
+Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
+Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
+Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
+One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
+Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
+Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
+And will not be uplifted. But remember--
+For that's my business to you--that you three
+From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
+Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
+Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
+The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
+Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
+Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
+They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:
+Lingering perdition, worse than any death
+Can be at once, shall step by step attend
+You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from--
+Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
+Upon your heads--is nothing but heart-sorrow
+And a clear life ensuing.
+He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music enter the Shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table
++Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou+ +GONZALO +
+Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
+Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
+In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
+And observation strange, my meaner ministers
+Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
+And these mine enemies are all knit up
+In their distractions; they now are in my power;
+And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
+Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
+And his and mine loved darling.
+Exit above
++I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you+ +ALONSO +
+In this strange stare?
++O, it is monstrous, monstrous:+ +SEBASTIAN +
+Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
+The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
+That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
+The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
+Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
+I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
+And with him there lie mudded.
+Exit
++But one fiend at a time,+ +ANTONIO +
+I'll fight their legions o'er.
++I'll be thy second.+ +GONZALO +
+Exeunt SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO
++All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,+ +ADRIAN +
+Like poison given to work a great time after,
+Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you
+That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly
+And hinder them from what this ecstasy
+May now provoke them to.
++Follow, I pray you.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell.
+ ++Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA ++ +PROSPERO ++If I have too austerely punish'd you,+ +FERDINAND +
+Your compensation makes amends, for I
+Have given you here a third of mine own life,
+Or that for which I live; who once again
+I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
+Were but my trials of thy love and thou
+Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
+I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
+Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
+For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
+And make it halt behind her.
++I do believe it+ +PROSPERO +
+Against an oracle.
++Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition+ +FERDINAND +
+Worthily purchased take my daughter: but
+If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
+All sanctimonious ceremonies may
+With full and holy rite be minister'd,
+No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
+To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
+Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
+The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
+That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
+As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
++As I hope+ +PROSPERO +
+For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
+With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
+The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion.
+Our worser genius can, shall never melt
+Mine honour into lust, to take away
+The edge of that day's celebration
+When I shall think: or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,
+Or Night kept chain'd below.
++Fairly spoke.+ +ARIEL +
+Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.
+What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!
+Enter ARIEL
++What would my potent master? here I am.+ +PROSPERO +
++Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service+ +ARIEL +
+Did worthily perform; and I must use you
+In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
+O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
+Incite them to quick motion; for I must
+Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
+Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
+And they expect it from me.
++Presently?+ +PROSPERO +
++Ay, with a twink.+ +ARIEL +
++ Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'+ +PROSPERO +
+And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'
+Each one, tripping on his toe,
+Will be here with mop and mow.
+Do you love me, master? no?
++Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach+ +ARIEL +
+Till thou dost hear me call.
++Well, I conceive.+ +PROSPERO +
+Exit
++Look thou be true; do not give dalliance+ +FERDINAND +
+Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
+To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
+Or else, good night your vow!
++I warrant you sir;+ +PROSPERO +
+The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
+Abates the ardour of my liver.
++Well.+ +IRIS +
+Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
+Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly!
+No tongue! all eyes! be silent.
+Soft music
+Enter IRIS
++Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas+ +CERES +
+Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;
+Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
+And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
+Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
+Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
+To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves,
+Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
+Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;
+And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
+Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o' the sky,
+Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
+Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
+Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
+To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
+Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
+Enter CERES
++Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er+ +IRIS +
+Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
+Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers
+Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
+And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
+My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,
+Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
+Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?
++A contract of true love to celebrate;+ +CERES +
+And some donation freely to estate
+On the blest lovers.
++Tell me, heavenly bow,+ +IRIS +
+If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
+Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
+The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
+Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
+I have forsworn.
++ Of her society+ +CERES +
+Be not afraid: I met her deity
+Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son
+Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
+Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
+Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
+Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain;
+Mars's hot minion is returned again;
+Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
+Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
+And be a boy right out.
++High'st queen of state,+ +JUNO +
+Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.
+Enter JUNO
++How does my bounteous sister? Go with me+ +JUNO +
+To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be
+And honour'd in their issue.
+They sing:
++ Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,+ +CERES +
+Long continuance, and increasing,
+Hourly joys be still upon you!
+Juno sings her blessings upon you.
++ Earth's increase, foison plenty,+ +FERDINAND +
+Barns and garners never empty,
+Vines and clustering bunches growing,
+Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
+Spring come to you at the farthest
+In the very end of harvest!
+Scarcity and want shall shun you;
+Ceres' blessing so is on you.
++This is a most majestic vision, and+ +PROSPERO +
+Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold
+To think these spirits?
++Spirits, which by mine art+ +FERDINAND +
+I have from their confines call'd to enact
+My present fancies.
++Let me live here ever;+ +PROSPERO +
+So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
+Makes this place Paradise.
+Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment
++Sweet, now, silence!+ +IRIS +
+Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
+There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
+Or else our spell is marr'd.
++You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,+ +PROSPERO +
+With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
+Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
+Answer your summons; Juno does command:
+Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
+A contract of true love; be not too late.
+Enter certain Nymphs
+You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
+Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
+Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
+And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
+In country footing.
+Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish
++[Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy+ +FERDINAND +
+Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
+Against my life: the minute of their plot
+Is almost come.
+To the Spirits
+Well done! avoid; no more!
++This is strange: your father's in some passion+ +MIRANDA +
+That works him strongly.
++Never till this day+ +PROSPERO +
+Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
++You do look, my son, in a moved sort,+ +FERDINAND + +MIRANDA +
+As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
+Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
+As I foretold you, were all spirits and
+Are melted into air, into thin air:
+And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
+The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
+The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
+Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
+And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
+Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
+As dreams are made on, and our little life
+Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
+Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
+Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
+If you be pleased, retire into my cell
+And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
+To still my beating mind.
++We wish your peace.+ +PROSPERO +
+Exeunt
++Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.+ +ARIEL +
+Enter ARIEL
++Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?+ +PROSPERO +
++Spirit,+ +ARIEL +
+We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
++Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,+ +PROSPERO +
+I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd
+Lest I might anger thee.
++Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?+ +ARIEL +
++I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;+ +PROSPERO +
+So fun 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 tabour;
+At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd
+their ears,
+Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses
+As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears
+That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through
+Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,
+Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them
+I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
+There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
+O'erstunk their feet.
++This was well done, my bird.+ +ARIEL +
+Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
+The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
+For stale to catch these thieves.
++I go, I go.+ +PROSPERO +
+Exit
++A devil, a born devil, on whose nature+ +CALIBAN +
+Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
+Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
+And as with age his body uglier grows,
+So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
+Even to roaring.
+Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, & c
+Come, hang them on this line.
+PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet
++Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not+ +STEPHANO +
+Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
++Monster, your fairy, which you say is+ +TRINCULO +
+a harmless fairy, has done little better than
+played the Jack with us.
++Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at+ +STEPHANO +
+which my nose is in great indignation.
++So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take+ +TRINCULO +
+a displeasure against you, look you,--
++Thou wert but a lost monster.+ +CALIBAN +
++Good my lord, give me thy favour still.+ +TRINCULO +
+Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
+Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.
+All's hush'd as midnight yet.
++Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,--+ +STEPHANO +
++There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,+ +TRINCULO +
+monster, but an infinite loss.
++That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your+ +STEPHANO +
+harmless fairy, monster.
++I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears+ +CALIBAN +
+for my labour.
++Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,+ +STEPHANO +
+This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.
+Do that good mischief which may make this island
+Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
+For aye thy foot-licker.
++Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.+ +TRINCULO +
++O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look+ +CALIBAN +
+what a wardrobe here is for thee!
++Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.+ +TRINCULO +
++O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.+ +STEPHANO +
+O king Stephano!
++Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have+ +TRINCULO +
+that gown.
++Thy grace shall have it.+ +CALIBAN +
++The dropsy drown this fool I what do you mean+ +STEPHANO +
+To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone
+And do the murder first: if he awake,
+From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
+Make us strange stuff.
++Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line,+ +TRINCULO +
+is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under
+the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your
+hair and prove a bald jerkin.
++Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.+ +STEPHANO +
++I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't:+ +TRINCULO +
+wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this
+country. 'Steal by line and level' is an excellent
+pass of pate; there's another garment for't.
++Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and+ +CALIBAN +
+away with the rest.
++I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,+ +STEPHANO +
+And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
+With foreheads villanous low.
++Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this+ +TRINCULO +
+away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you
+out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.
++And this.+ +STEPHANO +
++Ay, and this.+ +PROSPERO +
+A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on
++Hey, Mountain, hey!+ +ARIEL +
++Silver I there it goes, Silver!+ +PROSPERO +
++Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!+ +ARIEL +
+CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, are driven out
+Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
+With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
+With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
+Than pard or cat o' mountain.
++Hark, they roar!+ +PROSPERO +
++Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
+Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
+Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
+Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
+Follow, and do me service.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him ++ +Servant ++I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.+ +FLAMINIUS +
++I thank you, sir.+ +Servant +
+Enter LUCULLUS
++Here's my lord.+ +LUCULLUS +
++[Aside] One of Lord Timon's men? a gift, I+ +FLAMINIUS +
+warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver
+basin and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest
+Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir.
+Fill me some wine.
+Exit Servants
+And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted
+gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord
+and master?
++His health is well sir.+ +LUCULLUS +
++I am right glad that his health is well, sir: and+ +FLAMINIUS +
+what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
++'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my+ +LUCULLUS +
+lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to
+supply; who, having great and instant occasion to
+use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to
+furnish him, nothing doubting your present
+assistance therein.
++La, la, la, la! 'nothing doubting,' says he? Alas,+ +Servant +
+good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not
+keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha'
+dined with him, and told him on't, and come again to
+supper to him, of purpose to have him spend less,
+and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning
+by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty
+is his: I ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get
+him from't.
+Re-enter Servant, with wine
++Please your lordship, here is the wine.+ +LUCULLUS +
++Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.+ +FLAMINIUS +
++Your lordship speaks your pleasure.+ +LUCULLUS +
++I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt+ +FLAMINIUS +
+spirit--give thee thy due--and one that knows what
+belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if
+the time use thee well: good parts in thee.
+To Servant
+Get you gone, sirrah.
+Exit Servant
+Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a
+bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou
+knowest well enough, although thou comest to me,
+that this is no time to lend money, especially upon
+bare friendship, without security. Here's three
+solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say
+thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.
++Is't possible the world should so much differ,+ +LUCULLUS +
+And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
+To him that worships thee!
+Throwing the money back
++Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.+ +FLAMINIUS +
+Exit
++May these add to the number that may scald thee!+
+Let moulten coin be thy damnation,
+Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
+Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
+It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,
+I feel master's passion! this slave,
+Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
+Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment,
+When he is turn'd to poison?
+O, may diseases only work upon't!
+And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature
+Which my lord paid for, be of any power
+To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!
+Exit
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Woods and cave, near the seashore.
+ ++Enter TIMON, from the cave +++O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth+ +ALCIBIADES +
+Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb
+Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,
+Whose procreation, residence, and birth,
+Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes;
+The greater scorns the lesser: not nature,
+To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune,
+But by contempt of nature.
+Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord;
+The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
+The beggar native honour.
+It is the pasture lards the rother's sides,
+The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,
+In purity of manhood stand upright,
+And say 'This man's a flatterer?' if one be,
+So are they all; for every grise of fortune
+Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
+Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
+There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
+But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd
+All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
+His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
+Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
+Digging
+Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
+With thy most operant poison! What is here?
+Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods,
+I am no idle votarist: roots, you clear heavens!
+Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair,
+Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
+Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this
+Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,
+Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
+This yellow slave
+Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed,
+Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves
+And give them title, knee and approbation
+With senators on the bench: this is it
+That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
+She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores
+Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
+To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
+Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
+Among the route of nations, I will make thee
+Do thy right nature.
+March afar off
+Ha! a drum ? Thou'rt quick,
+But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt go, strong thief,
+When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
+Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
+Keeping some gold
+Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike manner; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA
++What art thou there? speak.+ +TIMON +
++A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,+ +ALCIBIADES +
+For showing me again the eyes of man!
++What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,+ +TIMON +
+That art thyself a man?
++I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.+ +ALCIBIADES +
+For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
+That I might love thee something.
++I know thee well;+ +TIMON +
+But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.
++I know thee too; and more than that I know thee,+ +PHRYNIA +
+I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;
+With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules:
+Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
+Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
+Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
+For all her cherubim look.
++Thy lips rot off!+ +TIMON +
++I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns+ +ALCIBIADES +
+To thine own lips again.
++How came the noble Timon to this change?+ +TIMON +
++As the moon does, by wanting light to give:+ +ALCIBIADES +
+But then renew I could not, like the moon;
+There were no suns to borrow of.
++Noble Timon,+ +TIMON +
+What friendship may I do thee?
++None, but to+ +ALCIBIADES +
+Maintain my opinion.
++What is it, Timon?+ +TIMON +
++Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou+ +ALCIBIADES +
+wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art
+a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for
+thou art a man!
++I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.+ +TIMON +
++Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.+ +ALCIBIADES +
++I see them now; then was a blessed time.+ +TIMON +
++As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.+ +TIMANDRA +
++Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world+ +TIMON +
+Voiced so regardfully?
++Art thou Timandra?+ +TIMANDRA +
++Yes.+ +TIMON +
++Be a whore still: they love thee not that use thee;+ +TIMANDRA +
+Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.
+Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves
+For tubs and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth
+To the tub-fast and the diet.
++Hang thee, monster!+ +ALCIBIADES +
++Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits+ +TIMON +
+Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.
+I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
+The want whereof doth daily make revolt
+In my penurious band: I have heard, and grieved,
+How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
+Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
+But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,--
++I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.+ +ALCIBIADES +
++I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.+ +TIMON +
++How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?+ +ALCIBIADES +
+I had rather be alone.
++Why, fare thee well:+ +TIMON +
+Here is some gold for thee.
++Keep it, I cannot eat it.+ +ALCIBIADES +
++When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,--+ +TIMON +
++Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?+ +ALCIBIADES +
++Ay, Timon, and have cause.+ +TIMON +
++The gods confound them all in thy conquest;+ +ALCIBIADES +
+And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!
++Why me, Timon?+ +TIMON +
++ That, by killing of villains,+ +ALCIBIADES +
+Thou wast born to conquer my country.
+Put up thy gold: go on,--here's gold,--go on;
+Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
+Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison
+In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one:
+Pity not honour'd age for his white beard;
+He is an usurer: strike me the counterfeit matron;
+It is her habit only that is honest,
+Herself's a bawd: let not the virgin's cheek
+Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps,
+That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes,
+Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
+But set them down horrible traitors: spare not the babe,
+Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;
+Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
+Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut,
+And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects;
+Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes;
+Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
+Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,
+Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay soldiers:
+Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent,
+Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.
++Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou+ +TIMON +
+givest me,
+Not all thy counsel.
++Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse+ +PHRYNIA + +TIMANDRA +
+upon thee!
++Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?+ +TIMON +
++Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,+ +PHRYNIA + +TIMANDRA +
+And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
+Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,
+Although, I know, you 'll swear, terribly swear
+Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues
+The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your oaths,
+I'll trust to your conditions: be whores still;
+And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
+Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;
+Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
+And be no turncoats: yet may your pains, six months,
+Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs
+With burthens of the dead;--some that were hang'd,
+No matter:--wear them, betray with them: whore still;
+Paint till a horse may mire upon your face,
+A pox of wrinkles!
++Well, more gold: what then?+ +TIMON +
+Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.
++Consumptions sow+ +PHRYNIA + +TIMANDRA +
+In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins,
+And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,
+That he may never more false title plead,
+Nor sound his quillets shrilly: hoar the flamen,
+That scolds against the quality of flesh,
+And not believes himself: down with the nose,
+Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away
+Of him that, his particular to foresee,
+Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate
+ruffians bald;
+And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
+Derive some pain from you: plague all;
+That your activity may defeat and quell
+The source of all erection. There's more gold:
+Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
+And ditches grave you all!
++More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.+ +TIMON +
++More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.+ +ALCIBIADES +
++Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon:+ +TIMON +
+If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
++If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.+ +ALCIBIADES +
++I never did thee harm.+ +TIMON +
++Yes, thou spokest well of me.+ +ALCIBIADES +
++Call'st thou that harm?+ +TIMON +
++Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take+ +ALCIBIADES +
+Thy beagles with thee.
++We but offend him. Strike!+ +TIMON +
+Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, and TIMANDRA
++That nature, being sick of man's unkindness,+ +APEMANTUS +
+Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou,
+Digging
+Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast,
+Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,
+Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd,
+Engenders the black toad and adder blue,
+The gilded newt and eyeless venom'd worm,
+With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven
+Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
+Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate,
+From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!
+Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
+Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!
+Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears;
+Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
+Hath to the marbled mansion all above
+Never presented!--O, a root,--dear thanks!--
+Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas;
+Whereof ungrateful man, with liquorish draughts
+And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind,
+That from it all consideration slips!
+Enter APEMANTUS
+More man? plague, plague!
++I was directed hither: men report+ +TIMON +
+Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.
++'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,+ +APEMANTUS +
+Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!
++This is in thee a nature but infected;+ +TIMON +
+A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
+From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place?
+This slave-like habit? and these looks of care?
+Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft;
+Hug their diseased perfumes, and have forgot
+That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,
+By putting on the cunning of a carper.
+Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
+By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee,
+And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe,
+Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
+And call it excellent: thou wast told thus;
+Thou gavest thine ears like tapsters that bid welcome
+To knaves and all approachers: 'tis most just
+That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again,
+Rascals should have 't. Do not assume my likeness.
++Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.+ +APEMANTUS +
++Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself;+ +TIMON +
+A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st
+That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
+Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moss'd trees,
+That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,
+And skip where thou point'st out? will the
+cold brook,
+Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
+To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures
+Whose naked natures live in an the spite
+Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,
+To the conflicting elements exposed,
+Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee;
+O, thou shalt find--
++A fool of thee: depart.+ +APEMANTUS +
++I love thee better now than e'er I did.+ +TIMON +
++I hate thee worse.+ +APEMANTUS +
++ Why?+ +TIMON +
++Thou flatter'st misery.+ +APEMANTUS +
++I flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff.+ +TIMON +
++Why dost thou seek me out?+ +APEMANTUS +
++To vex thee.+ +TIMON +
++Always a villain's office or a fool's.+ +APEMANTUS +
+Dost please thyself in't?
++Ay.+ +TIMON +
++What! a knave too?+ +APEMANTUS +
++If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on+ +TIMON +
+To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
+Dost it enforcedly; thou'ldst courtier be again,
+Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
+Outlives encertain pomp, is crown'd before:
+The one is filling still, never complete;
+The other, at high wish: best state, contentless,
+Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
+Worse than the worst, content.
+Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.
++Not by his breath that is more miserable.+ +APEMANTUS +
+Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
+With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
+Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded
+The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
+To such as may the passive drugs of it
+Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself
+In general riot; melted down thy youth
+In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
+The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
+The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
+Who had the world as my confectionary,
+The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men
+At duty, more than I could frame employment,
+That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
+Do on the oak, hive with one winter's brush
+Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare
+For every storm that blows: I, to bear this,
+That never knew but better, is some burden:
+Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
+Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men?
+They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given?
+If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,
+Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
+To some she beggar and compounded thee
+Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
+If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
+Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
++Art thou proud yet?+ +TIMON +
++Ay, that I am not thee.+ +APEMANTUS +
++I, that I was+ +TIMON +
+No prodigal.
++ I, that I am one now:+ +APEMANTUS +
+Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
+I'ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
+That the whole life of Athens were in this!
+Thus would I eat it.
+Eating a root
++Here; I will mend thy feast.+ +TIMON +
+Offering him a root
++First mend my company, take away thyself.+ +APEMANTUS +
++So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.+ +TIMON +
++'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;+ +APEMANTUS +
+if not, I would it were.
++What wouldst thou have to Athens?+ +TIMON +
++Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,+ +APEMANTUS +
+Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
++Here is no use for gold.+ +TIMON +
++The best and truest;+ +APEMANTUS +
+For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
++Where liest o' nights, Timon?+ +TIMON +
++Under that's above me.+ +APEMANTUS +
+Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?
++Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat+ +TIMON +
+it.
++Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!+ +APEMANTUS +
++Where wouldst thou send it?+ +TIMON +
++To sauce thy dishes.+ +APEMANTUS +
++The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the+ +TIMON +
+extremity of both ends: when thou wast in thy gilt
+and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much
+curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art
+despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for
+thee, eat it.
++On what I hate I feed not.+ +APEMANTUS +
++Dost hate a medlar?+ +TIMON +
++Ay, though it look like thee.+ +APEMANTUS +
++An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst+ +TIMON +
+have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou
+ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?
++Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou+ +APEMANTUS +
+ever know beloved?
++Myself.+ +TIMON +
++I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a+ +APEMANTUS +
+dog.
++What things in the world canst thou nearest compare+ +TIMON +
+to thy flatterers?
++Women nearest; but men, men are the things+ +APEMANTUS +
+themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world,
+Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
++Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.+ +TIMON +
++Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of+ +APEMANTUS +
+men, and remain a beast with the beasts?
++Ay, Timon.+ +TIMON +
++A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t'+ +APEMANTUS +
+attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would
+beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would
+eat three: if thou wert the fox, the lion would
+suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accused by
+the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would
+torment thee, and still thou livedst but as a
+breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy
+greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst
+hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the
+unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee and
+make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert
+thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse:
+wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the
+leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to
+the lion and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on
+thy life: all thy safety were remotion and thy
+defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that
+were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art
+thou already, that seest not thy loss in
+transformation!
++If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou+ +TIMON +
+mightst have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of
+Athens is become a forest of beasts.
++How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?+ +APEMANTUS +
++Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of+ +TIMON +
+company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it
+and give way: when I know not what else to do, I'll
+see thee again.
++When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be+ +APEMANTUS +
+welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.
++Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.+ +TIMON +
++Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!+ +APEMANTUS +
++A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.+ +TIMON +
++All villains that do stand by thee are pure.+ +APEMANTUS +
++There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.+ +TIMON +
++If I name thee.+ +APEMANTUS +
+I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
++I would my tongue could rot them off!+ +TIMON +
++Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!+ +APEMANTUS +
+Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
+I swound to see thee.
++Would thou wouldst burst!+ +TIMON +
++Away,+ +APEMANTUS +
+Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
+A stone by thee.
+Throws a stone at him
++ Beast!+ +TIMON +
++Slave!+ +APEMANTUS +
++Toad!+ +TIMON +
++Rogue, rogue, rogue!+ +APEMANTUS +
+I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
+But even the mere necessities upon 't.
+Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
+Lie where the light foam the sea may beat
+Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph,
+That death in me at others' lives may laugh.
+To the gold
+O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
+'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler
+Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!
+Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer,
+Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
+That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
+That solder'st close impossibilities,
+And makest them kiss! that speak'st with
+every tongue,
+To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts!
+Think, thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue
+Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
+May have the world in empire!
++Would 'twere so!+ +TIMON +
+But not till I am dead. I'll say thou'st gold:
+Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.
++Throng'd to!+ +APEMANTUS +
++Ay.+ +TIMON +
++Thy back, I prithee.+ +APEMANTUS +
++Live, and love thy misery.+ +TIMON +
++Long live so, and so die.+ +First Bandit +
+Exit APEMANTUS
+I am quit.
+Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
+Enter Banditti
++Where should he have this gold? It is some poor+ +Second Bandit +
+fragment, some slender sort of his remainder: the
+mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his
+friends, drove him into this melancholy.
++It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.+ +Third Bandit +
++Let us make the assay upon him: if he care not+ +Second Bandit +
+for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously
+reserve it, how shall's get it?
++True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid.+ +First Bandit +
++Is not this he?+ +Banditti +
++Where?+ +Second Bandit +
++'Tis his description.+ +Third Bandit +
++He; I know him.+ +Banditti +
++Save thee, Timon.+ +TIMON +
++Now, thieves?+ +Banditti +
++Soldiers, not thieves.+ +TIMON +
++Both too; and women's sons.+ +Banditti +
++We are not thieves, but men that much do want.+ +TIMON +
++Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.+ +First Bandit +
+Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots;
+Within this mile break forth a hundred springs;
+The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet hips;
+The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush
+Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want?
++We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,+ +TIMON +
+As beasts and birds and fishes.
++Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;+ +Third Bandit +
+You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con
+That you are thieves profess'd, that you work not
+In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft
+In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
+Here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' the grape,
+Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
+And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician;
+His antidotes are poison, and he slays
+Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together;
+Do villany, do, since you protest to do't,
+Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery.
+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
+The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
+That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
+From general excrement: each thing's a thief:
+The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
+Have uncheque'd theft. Love not yourselves: away,
+Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats:
+All that you meet are thieves: to Athens go,
+Break open shops; nothing can you steal,
+But thieves do lose it: steal no less for this
+I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen.
++Has almost charmed me from my profession, by+ +First Bandit +
+persuading me to it.
++'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises+ +Second Bandit +
+us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.
++I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.+ +First Bandit +
++Let us first see peace in Athens: there is no time+ +FLAVIUS +
+so miserable but a man may be true.
+Exeunt Banditti
+Enter FLAVIUS
++O you gods!+ +TIMON +
+Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?
+Full of decay and failing? O monument
+And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd!
+What an alteration of honour
+Has desperate want made!
+What viler thing upon the earth than friends
+Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!
+How rarely does it meet with this time's guise,
+When man was wish'd to love his enemies!
+Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
+Those that would mischief me than those that do!
+Has caught me in his eye: I will present
+My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord,
+Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!
++Away! what art thou?+ +FLAVIUS +
++Have you forgot me, sir?+ +TIMON +
++Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;+ +FLAVIUS +
+Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.
++An honest poor servant of yours.+ +TIMON +
++Then I know thee not:+ +FLAVIUS +
+I never had honest man about me, I; all
+I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.
++The gods are witness,+ +TIMON +
+Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
+For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.
++What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I+ +FLAVIUS +
+love thee,
+Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
+Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give
+But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping:
+Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!
++I beg of you to know me, good my lord,+ +TIMON +
+To accept my grief and whilst this poor wealth lasts
+To entertain me as your steward still.
++Had I a steward+ +FLAVIUS +
+So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
+It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
+Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man
+Was born of woman.
+Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
+You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
+One honest man--mistake me not--but one;
+No more, I pray,--and he's a steward.
+How fain would I have hated all mankind!
+And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee,
+I fell with curses.
+Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;
+For, by oppressing and betraying me,
+Thou mightst have sooner got another service:
+For many so arrive at second masters,
+Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true--
+For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure--
+Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
+If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,
+Expecting in return twenty for one?
++No, my most worthy master; in whose breast+ +TIMON +
+Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late:
+You should have fear'd false times when you did feast:
+Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
+That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
+Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind,
+Care of your food and living; and, believe it,
+My most honour'd lord,
+For any benefit that points to me,
+Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange
+For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
+To requite me, by making rich yourself.
++Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,+ +FLAVIUS +
+Here, take: the gods out of my misery
+Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy;
+But thus condition'd: thou shalt build from men;
+Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,
+But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone,
+Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs
+What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow 'em,
+Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like
+blasted woods,
+And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
+And so farewell and thrive.
++O, let me stay,+ +TIMON +
+And comfort you, my master.
++If thou hatest curses,
+Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:
+Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
+Exit FLAVIUS. TIMON retires to his cave
++
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+ +Titus Andronicus + + Shakespeare homepage + | Titus Andronicus + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard.
+ ++Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, & c., MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS ++ +TITUS ANDRONICUS ++The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,+ +SATURNINUS +
+The fields are fragrant and the woods are green:
+Uncouple here and let us make a bay
+And wake the emperor and his lovely bride
+And rouse the prince and ring a hunter's peal,
+That all the court may echo with the noise.
+Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
+To attend the emperor's person carefully:
+I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
+But dawning day new comfort hath inspired.
+A cry of hounds and horns, winded in a peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and Attendants
+Many good morrows to your majesty;
+Madam, to you as many and as good:
+I promised your grace a hunter's peal.
++And you have rung it lustily, my lord;+ +BASSIANUS +
+Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.
++Lavinia, how say you?+ +LAVINIA +
++I say, no;+ +SATURNINUS +
+I have been broad awake two hours and more.
++Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have,+ +MARCUS ANDRONICUS +
+And to our sport.
+To TAMORA
+Madam, now shall ye see
+Our Roman hunting.
++ I have dogs, my lord,+ +TITUS ANDRONICUS +
+Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,
+And climb the highest promontory top.
++And I have horse will follow where the game+ +DEMETRIUS +
+Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain.
++Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,+
+But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/titus.4.4.html b/shakespeare/html/titus.4.4.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4bb78ffbc17c9ba7333eef2de60ae231eacdebbf --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/titus.4.4.html @@ -0,0 +1,246 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Titus Andronicus + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. The same. Before the palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +Titus Andronicus + + Shakespeare homepage + | Titus Andronicus + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. The same. Before the palace.
+ ++Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, Lords, and others; SATURNINUS with the arrows in his hand that TITUS shot ++ +SATURNINUS ++Why, lords, what wrongs are these! was ever seen+ +TAMORA +
+An emperor in Rome thus overborne,
+Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
+Of egal justice, used in such contempt?
+My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods,
+However these disturbers of our peace
+Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd,
+But even with law, against the willful sons
+Of old Andronicus. And what an if
+His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,
+Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
+His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
+And now he writes to heaven for his redress:
+See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;
+This to Apollo; this to the god of war;
+Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
+What's this but libelling against the senate,
+And blazoning our injustice every where?
+A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?
+As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
+But if I live, his feigned ecstasies
+Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
+But he and his shall know that justice lives
+In Saturninus' health, whom, if she sleep,
+He'll so awake as she in fury shall
+Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.
++My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,+ +Clown +
+Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
+Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
+The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
+Whose loss hath pierced 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:
+But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick,
+Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise,
+Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.
+Enter Clown
+How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us?
++Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.+ +TAMORA +
++Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.+ +Clown +
++'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den:+ +SATURNINUS +
+I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here.
+SATURNINUS reads the letter
++Go, take him away, and hang him presently.+ +Clown +
++How much money must I have?+ +TAMORA +
++Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.+ +Clown +
++Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to+ +SATURNINUS +
+a fair end.
+Exit, guarded
++Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!+ +AEMILIUS +
+Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
+I know from whence this same device proceeds:
+May this be borne?--as if his traitorous sons,
+That died by law for murder of our brother,
+Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully!
+Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;
+Nor age nor honour shall shape privilege:
+For this proud mock I'll be thy slaughterman;
+Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great,
+In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
+Enter AEMILIUS
+What news with thee, AEmilius?
++Arm, arm, my lord;--Rome never had more cause.+ +SATURNINUS +
+The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power
+high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
+They hither march amain, under conduct
+Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
+Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
+As much as ever Coriolanus did.
++Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?+ +TAMORA +
+These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
+As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms:
+Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:
+'Tis he the common people love so much;
+Myself hath often over-heard them say,
+When I have walked like a private man,
+That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,
+And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor.
++Why should you fear? is not your city strong?+ +SATURNINUS +
++Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius,+ +TAMORA +
+And will revolt from me to succor him.
++King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name.+ +SATURNINUS +
+Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
+The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
+And is not careful what they mean thereby,
+Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
+He can at pleasure stint their melody:
+Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome.
+Then cheer thy spirit : for know, thou emperor,
+I will enchant the old Andronicus
+With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
+Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep,
+When as the one is wounded with the bait,
+The other rotted with delicious feed.
++But he will not entreat his son for us.+ +TAMORA +
++If Tamora entreat him, then he will:+ +SATURNINUS +
+For I can smooth and fill his aged ear
+With golden promises; that, were his heart
+Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
+Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
+To AEmilius
+Go thou before, be our ambassador:
+Say that the emperor requests a parley
+Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting
+Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.
++AEmilius, do this message honourably:+ +AEMILIUS +
+And if he stand on hostage for his safety,
+Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
++Your bidding shall I do effectually.+ +TAMORA +
+Exit
++Now will I to that old Andronicus;+ +SATURNINUS +
+And temper him with all the art I have,
+To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
+And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
+And bury all thy fear in my devices.
++Then go successantly, and plead to him.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/troilus_cressida.5.10.html b/shakespeare/html/troilus_cressida.5.10.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bdd9a615004addbd0578b8af3d547e59764d1703 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/troilus_cressida.5.10.html @@ -0,0 +1,125 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Titus Andronicus + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE X. Another part of the plains. + + + + + + ++
+ +Troilus and Cressida + + Shakespeare homepage + | Troiles and Cressida + | Act 5, Scene 10 +
+ Previous scene +SCENE X. Another part of the plains.
+ ++Enter AENEAS and Trojans ++ +AENEAS ++Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:+ +TROILUS +
+Never go home; here starve we out the night.
+Enter TROILUS
++Hector is slain.+ +ALL +
++ Hector! the gods forbid!+ +TROILUS +
++He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,+ +AENEAS +
+In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.
+Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
+Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
+I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
+And linger not our sure destructions on!
++My lord, you do discomfort all the host!+ +TROILUS +
++You understand me not that tell me so:+ +PANDARUS +
+I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
+But dare all imminence that gods and men
+Address their dangers in. Hector is gone:
+Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
+Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,
+Go in to Troy, and say there, Hector's dead:
+There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
+Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
+Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word,
+Scare Troy out of itself. But, march away:
+Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
+Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,
+Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
+Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
+I'll through and through you! and, thou great-sized coward,
+No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:
+I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
+That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.
+Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go:
+Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
+Exeunt AENEAS and Trojans
+As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS
++But hear you, hear you!+ +TROILUS +
++Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame+ +PANDARUS +
+Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
+Exit
++A goodly medicine for my aching bones! O world!
+world! world! thus is the poor agent despised!
+O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set
+a-work, and how ill requited! why should our
+endeavour be so loved and the performance so loathed?
+what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see:
+Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
+Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;
+And being once subdued in armed tail,
+Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
+Good traders in the flesh, set this in your
+painted cloths.
+As many as be here of pander's hall,
+Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;
+Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
+Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
+Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,
+Some two months hence my will shall here be made:
+It should be now, but that my fear is this,
+Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss:
+Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases,
+And at that time bequeathe you my diseases.
+Exit
+ diff --git a/shakespeare/html/troilus_cressida.5.2.html b/shakespeare/html/troilus_cressida.5.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1c6ed268134c26150ba5437fcb5f4a9beeee76b5 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/troilus_cressida.5.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,734 @@ + + + +SCENE II. The same. Before Calchas' tent. + + + + + + ++
+ +Troilus and Cressida + + Shakespeare homepage + | Troiles and Cressida + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The same. Before Calchas' tent.
+ ++Enter DIOMEDES ++ +DIOMEDES ++What, are you up here, ho? speak.+ +CALCHAS +
++[Within] Who calls?+ +DIOMEDES +
++Calchas, I think. Where's your daughter?+ +CALCHAS +
++[Within] She comes to you.+ +ULYSSES +
+Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, at a distance; after them, THERSITES
++Stand where the torch may not discover us.+ +TROILUS +
+Enter CRESSIDA
++Cressid comes forth to him.+ +DIOMEDES +
++How now, my charge!+ +CRESSIDA +
++Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you.+ +TROILUS +
+Whispers
++Yea, so familiar!+ +ULYSSES +
++She will sing any man at first sight.+ +THERSITES +
++And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff;+ +DIOMEDES +
+she's noted.
++Will you remember?+ +CRESSIDA +
++Remember! yes.+ +DIOMEDES +
++Nay, but do, then;+ +TROILUS +
+And let your mind be coupled with your words.
++What should she remember?+ +ULYSSES +
++List.+ +CRESSIDA +
++Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.+ +THERSITES +
++Roguery!+ +DIOMEDES +
++Nay, then,--+ +CRESSIDA +
++I'll tell you what,--+ +DIOMEDES +
++Foh, foh! come, tell a pin: you are forsworn.+ +CRESSIDA +
++In faith, I cannot: what would you have me do?+ +THERSITES +
++A juggling trick,--to be secretly open.+ +DIOMEDES +
++What did you swear you would bestow on me?+ +CRESSIDA +
++I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;+ +DIOMEDES +
+Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.
++Good night.+ +TROILUS +
++Hold, patience!+ +ULYSSES +
++How now, Trojan!+ +CRESSIDA +
++Diomed,--+ +DIOMEDES +
++No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more.+ +TROILUS +
++Thy better must.+ +CRESSIDA +
++Hark, one word in your ear.+ +TROILUS +
++O plague and madness!+ +ULYSSES +
++You are moved, prince; let us depart, I pray you,+ +TROILUS +
+Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
+To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;
+The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.
++Behold, I pray you!+ +ULYSSES +
++Nay, good my lord, go off:+ +TROILUS +
+You flow to great distraction; come, my lord.
++I pray thee, stay.+ +ULYSSES +
++ You have not patience; come.+ +TROILUS +
++I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell's torments+ +DIOMEDES +
+I will not speak a word!
++And so, good night.+ +CRESSIDA +
++Nay, but you part in anger.+ +TROILUS +
++Doth that grieve thee?+ +ULYSSES +
+O wither'd truth!
++ Why, how now, lord!+ +TROILUS +
++By Jove,+ +CRESSIDA +
+I will be patient.
++ Guardian!--why, Greek!+ +DIOMEDES +
++Foh, foh! adieu; you palter.+ +CRESSIDA +
++In faith, I do not: come hither once again.+ +ULYSSES +
++You shake, my lord, at something: will you go?+ +TROILUS +
+You will break out.
++She strokes his cheek!+ +ULYSSES +
++Come, come.+ +TROILUS +
++Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:+ +THERSITES +
+There is between my will and all offences
+A guard of patience: stay a little while.
++How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and+ +DIOMEDES +
+potato-finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
++But will you, then?+ +CRESSIDA +
++In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.+ +DIOMEDES +
++Give me some token for the surety of it.+ +CRESSIDA +
++I'll fetch you one.+ +ULYSSES +
+Exit
++You have sworn patience.+ +TROILUS +
++Fear me not, sweet lord;+ +THERSITES +
+I will not be myself, nor have cognition
+Of what I feel: I am all patience.
+Re-enter CRESSIDA
++Now the pledge; now, now, now!+ +CRESSIDA +
++Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.+ +TROILUS +
++O beauty! where is thy faith?+ +ULYSSES +
++My lord,--+ +TROILUS +
++I will be patient; outwardly I will.+ +CRESSIDA +
++You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.+ +DIOMEDES +
+He loved me--O false wench!--Give't me again.
++Whose was't?+ +CRESSIDA +
++It is no matter, now I have't again.+ +THERSITES +
+I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
+I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more.
++Now she sharpens: well said, whetstone!+ +DIOMEDES +
++I shall have it.+ +CRESSIDA +
++ What, this?+ +DIOMEDES +
++Ay, that.+ +CRESSIDA +
++O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!+ +DIOMEDES +
+Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
+Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,
+And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
+As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;
+He that takes that doth take my heart withal.
++I had your heart before, this follows it.+ +TROILUS +
++I did swear patience.+ +CRESSIDA +
++You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;+ +DIOMEDES +
+I'll give you something else.
++I will have this: whose was it?+ +CRESSIDA +
++It is no matter.+ +DIOMEDES +
++Come, tell me whose it was.+ +CRESSIDA +
++'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.+ +DIOMEDES +
+But, now you have it, take it.
++Whose was it?+ +CRESSIDA +
++By all Diana's waiting-women yond,+ +DIOMEDES +
+And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
++To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,+ +TROILUS +
+And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.
++Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn,+ +CRESSIDA +
+It should be challenged.
++Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;+ +DIOMEDES +
+I will not keep my word.
++Why, then, farewell;+ +CRESSIDA +
+Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.
++You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,+ +DIOMEDES +
+But it straight starts you.
++I do not like this fooling.+ +THERSITES +
++Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you pleases me best.+ +DIOMEDES +
++What, shall I come? the hour?+ +CRESSIDA +
++Ay, come:--O Jove!--do come:--I shall be plagued.+ +DIOMEDES +
++Farewell till then.+ +CRESSIDA +
++Good night: I prithee, come.+ +THERSITES +
+Exit DIOMEDES
+Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee
+But with my heart the other eye doth see.
+Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
+The error of our eye directs our mind:
+What error leads must err; O, then conclude
+Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.
+Exit
++A proof of strength she could not publish more,+ +ULYSSES +
+Unless she said ' My mind is now turn'd whore.'
++All's done, my lord.+ +TROILUS +
++It is.+ +ULYSSES +
++Why stay we, then?+ +TROILUS +
++To make a recordation to my soul+ +ULYSSES +
+Of every syllable that here was spoke.
+But if I tell how these two did co-act,
+Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
+Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
+An esperance so obstinately strong,
+That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears,
+As if those organs had deceptious functions,
+Created only to calumniate.
+Was Cressid here?
++ I cannot conjure, Trojan.+ +TROILUS +
++She was not, sure.+ +ULYSSES +
++ Most sure she was.+ +TROILUS +
++Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.+ +ULYSSES +
++Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now.+ +TROILUS +
++Let it not be believed for womanhood!+ +ULYSSES +
+Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
+To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme,
+For depravation, to square the general sex
+By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid.
++What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers?+ +TROILUS +
++Nothing at all, unless that this were she.+ +THERSITES +
++Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?+ +TROILUS +
++This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:+ +ULYSSES +
+If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
+If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,
+If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
+If there be rule in unity itself,
+This is not she. O madness of discourse,
+That cause sets up with and against itself!
+Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
+Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
+Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid.
+Within my soul there doth conduce a fight
+Of this strange nature that a thing inseparate
+Divides more wider than the sky and earth,
+And yet the spacious breadth of this division
+Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
+As Ariachne's broken woof to enter.
+Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
+Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
+Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
+The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved, and loosed;
+And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
+The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
+The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics
+Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
++May worthy Troilus be half attach'd+ +TROILUS +
+With that which here his passion doth express?
++Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well+ +THERSITES +
+In characters as red as Mars his heart
+Inflamed with Venus: never did young man fancy
+With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.
+Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,
+So much by weight hate I her Diomed:
+That sleeve is mine that he'll bear on his helm;
+Were it a casque composed by Vulcan's skill,
+My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout
+Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
+Constringed in mass by the almighty sun,
+Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
+In his descent than shall my prompted sword
+Falling on Diomed.
++He'll tickle it for his concupy.+ +TROILUS +
++O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false!+ +ULYSSES +
+Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
+And they'll seem glorious.
++O, contain yourself+ +AENEAS +
+Your passion draws ears hither.
+Enter AENEAS
++I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:+ +TROILUS +
+Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;
+Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
++Have with you, prince. My courteous lord, adieu.+ +ULYSSES +
+Farewell, revolted fair! and, Diomed,
+Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
++I'll bring you to the gates.+ +TROILUS +
++Accept distracted thanks.+ +THERSITES +
+Exeunt TROILUS, AENEAS, and ULYSSES
++Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would+
+croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode.
+Patroclus will give me any thing for the
+intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not
+do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab.
+Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing
+else holds fashion: a burning devil take them!
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/two_gentlemen.2.5.html b/shakespeare/html/two_gentlemen.2.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ea805bf284626333bd0366ede491e3ffabc540d4 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/two_gentlemen.2.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,225 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Troiles and Cressida + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. The same. A street. + + + + + + ++
+ +Two Gentlemen of Verona + + Shakespeare homepage + | Two Gentlemen of Verona + | Act 2, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. The same. A street.
+ ++Enter SPEED and LAUNCE severally ++ +SPEED ++Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan!+ +LAUNCE +
++Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not+ +SPEED +
+welcome. I reckon this always, that a man is never
+undone till he be hanged, nor never welcome to a
+place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess
+say 'Welcome!'
++Come on, you madcap, I'll to the alehouse with you+ +LAUNCE +
+presently; where, for one shot of five pence, thou
+shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how
+did thy master part with Madam Julia?
++Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very+ +SPEED +
+fairly in jest.
++But shall she marry him?+ +LAUNCE +
++No.+ +SPEED +
++How then? shall he marry her?+ +LAUNCE +
++No, neither.+ +SPEED +
++What, are they broken?+ +LAUNCE +
++No, they are both as whole as a fish.+ +SPEED +
++Why, then, how stands the matter with them?+ +LAUNCE +
++Marry, thus: when it stands well with him, it+ +SPEED +
+stands well with her.
++What an ass art thou! I understand thee not.+ +LAUNCE +
++What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My+ +SPEED +
+staff understands me.
++What thou sayest?+ +LAUNCE +
++Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean,+ +SPEED +
+and my staff understands me.
++It stands under thee, indeed.+ +LAUNCE +
++Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one.+ +SPEED +
++But tell me true, will't be a match?+ +LAUNCE +
++Ask my dog: if he say ay, it will! if he say no,+ +SPEED +
+it will; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will.
++The conclusion is then that it will.+ +LAUNCE +
++Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable.+ +SPEED +
++'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how sayest+ +LAUNCE +
+thou, that my master is become a notable lover?
++I never knew him otherwise.+ +SPEED +
++Than how?+ +LAUNCE +
++A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be.+ +SPEED +
++Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me.+ +LAUNCE +
++Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.+ +SPEED +
++I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.+ +LAUNCE +
++Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself+ +SPEED +
+in love. If thou wilt, go with me to the alehouse;
+if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the
+name of a Christian.
++Why?+ +LAUNCE +
++Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to+ +SPEED +
+go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go?
++At thy service.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/two_gentlemen.3.1.html b/shakespeare/html/two_gentlemen.3.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7152c9f600e011ae61c1ff47bca15177b469c22c --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/two_gentlemen.3.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,957 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Two Gentlemen of Verona + | Act 2, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +Two Gentlemen of Verona + + Shakespeare homepage + | Two Gentlemen of Verona + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
+ ++Enter DUKE, THURIO, and PROTEUS ++ +DUKE ++Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile;+ +PROTEUS +
+We have some secrets to confer about.
+Exit THURIO
+Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me?
++My gracious lord, that which I would discover+ +DUKE +
+The law of friendship bids me to conceal;
+But when I call to mind your gracious favours
+Done to me, undeserving as I am,
+My duty pricks me on to utter that
+Which else no worldly good should draw from me.
+Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend,
+This night intends to steal away your daughter:
+Myself am one made privy to the plot.
+I know you have determined to bestow her
+On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates;
+And should she thus be stol'n away from you,
+It would be much vexation to your age.
+Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
+To cross my friend in his intended drift
+Than, by concealing it, heap on your head
+A pack of sorrows which would press you down,
+Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.
++Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care;+ +PROTEUS +
+Which to requite, command me while I live.
+This love of theirs myself have often seen,
+Haply when they have judged me fast asleep,
+And oftentimes have purposed to forbid
+Sir Valentine her company and my court:
+But fearing lest my jealous aim might err
+And so unworthily disgrace the man,
+A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,
+I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find
+That which thyself hast now disclosed to me.
+And, that thou mayst perceive my fear of this,
+Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,
+I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
+The key whereof myself have ever kept;
+And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
++Know, noble lord, they have devised a mean+ +DUKE +
+How he her chamber-window will ascend
+And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
+For which the youthful lover now is gone
+And this way comes he with it presently;
+Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
+But, good my Lord, do it so cunningly
+That my discovery be not aimed at;
+For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
+Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
++Upon mine honour, he shall never know+ +PROTEUS +
+That I had any light from thee of this.
++Adieu, my Lord; Sir Valentine is coming.+ +DUKE +
+Exit
+Enter VALENTINE
++Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?+ +VALENTINE +
++Please it your grace, there is a messenger+ +DUKE +
+That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
+And I am going to deliver them.
++Be they of much import?+ +VALENTINE +
++The tenor of them doth but signify+ +DUKE +
+My health and happy being at your court.
++Nay then, no matter; stay with me awhile;+ +VALENTINE +
+I am to break with thee of some affairs
+That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.
+'Tis not unknown to thee that I have sought
+To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter.
++I know it well, my Lord; and, sure, the match+ +DUKE +
+Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman
+Is full of virtue, bounty, worth and qualities
+Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter:
+Cannot your Grace win her to fancy him?
++No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward,+ +VALENTINE +
+Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty,
+Neither regarding that she is my child
+Nor fearing me as if I were her father;
+And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
+Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
+And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
+Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty,
+I now am full resolved to take a wife
+And turn her out to who will take her in:
+Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower;
+For me and my possessions she esteems not.
++What would your Grace have me to do in this?+ +DUKE +
++There is a lady in Verona here+ +VALENTINE +
+Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy
+And nought esteems my aged eloquence:
+Now therefore would I have thee to my tutor--
+For long agone I have forgot to court;
+Besides, the fashion of the time is changed--
+How and which way I may bestow myself
+To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
++Win her with gifts, if she respect not words:+ +DUKE +
+Dumb jewels often in their silent kind
+More than quick words do move a woman's mind.
++But she did scorn a present that I sent her.+ +VALENTINE +
++A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.+ +DUKE +
+Send her another; never give her o'er;
+For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
+If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
+But rather to beget more love in you:
+If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
+For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
+Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
+For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away!'
+Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
+Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
+That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
+If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
++But she I mean is promised by her friends+ +VALENTINE +
+Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
+And kept severely from resort of men,
+That no man hath access by day to her.
++Why, then, I would resort to her by night.+ +DUKE +
++Ay, but the doors be lock'd and keys kept safe,+ +VALENTINE +
+That no man hath recourse to her by night.
++What lets but one may enter at her window?+ +DUKE +
++Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,+ +VALENTINE +
+And built so shelving that one cannot climb it
+Without apparent hazard of his life.
++Why then, a ladder quaintly made of cords,+ +DUKE +
+To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks,
+Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,
+So bold Leander would adventure it.
++Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,+ +VALENTINE +
+Advise me where I may have such a ladder.
++When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that.+ +DUKE +
++This very night; for Love is like a child,+ +VALENTINE +
+That longs for every thing that he can come by.
++By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.+ +DUKE +
++But, hark thee; I will go to her alone:+ +VALENTINE +
+How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
++It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it+ +DUKE +
+Under a cloak that is of any length.
++A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?+ +VALENTINE +
++Ay, my good lord.+ +DUKE +
++ Then let me see thy cloak:+ +VALENTINE +
+I'll get me one of such another length.
++Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.+ +DUKE +
++How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?+ +VALENTINE +
+I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
+What letter is this same? What's here? 'To Silvia'!
+And here an engine fit for my proceeding.
+I'll be so bold to break the seal for once.
+Reads
+'My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly,
+And slaves they are to me that send them flying:
+O, could their master come and go as lightly,
+Himself would lodge where senseless they are lying!
+My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them:
+While I, their king, that hither them importune,
+Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd them,
+Because myself do want my servants' fortune:
+I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
+That they should harbour where their lord would be.'
+What's here?
+'Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.'
+'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.
+Why, Phaeton,--for thou art Merops' son,--
+Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car
+And with thy daring folly burn the world?
+Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?
+Go, base intruder! overweening slave!
+Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates,
+And think my patience, more than thy desert,
+Is privilege for thy departure hence:
+Thank me for this more than for all the favours
+Which all too much I have bestow'd on thee.
+But if thou linger in my territories
+Longer than swiftest expedition
+Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
+By heaven! my wrath shall far exceed the love
+I ever bore my daughter or thyself.
+Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;
+But, as thou lovest thy life, make speed from hence.
+Exit
++And why not death rather than living torment?+ +PROTEUS +
+To die is to be banish'd from myself;
+And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her
+Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
+What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
+What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
+Unless it be to think that she is by
+And feed upon the shadow of perfection
+Except I be by Silvia in the night,
+There is no music in the nightingale;
+Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
+There is no day for me to look upon;
+She is my essence, and I leave to be,
+If I be not by her fair influence
+Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.
+I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
+Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
+But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
+Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE
++Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.+ +LAUNCE +
++Soho, soho!+ +PROTEUS +
++What seest thou?+ +LAUNCE +
++Him we go to find: there's not a hair on's head+ +PROTEUS +
+but 'tis a Valentine.
++Valentine?+ +VALENTINE +
++No.+ +PROTEUS +
++Who then? his spirit?+ +VALENTINE +
++Neither.+ +PROTEUS +
++What then?+ +VALENTINE +
++Nothing.+ +LAUNCE +
++Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?+ +PROTEUS +
++Who wouldst thou strike?+ +LAUNCE +
++Nothing.+ +PROTEUS +
++Villain, forbear.+ +LAUNCE +
++Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,--+ +PROTEUS +
++Sirrah, I say, forbear. Friend Valentine, a word.+ +VALENTINE +
++My ears are stopt and cannot hear good news,+ +PROTEUS +
+So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
++Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,+ +VALENTINE +
+For they are harsh, untuneable and bad.
++Is Silvia dead?+ +PROTEUS +
++No, Valentine.+ +VALENTINE +
++No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia.+ +PROTEUS +
+Hath she forsworn me?
++No, Valentine.+ +VALENTINE +
++No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.+ +LAUNCE +
+What is your news?
++Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished.+ +PROTEUS +
++That thou art banished--O, that's the news!--+ +VALENTINE +
+From hence, from Silvia and from me thy friend.
++O, I have fed upon this woe already,+ +PROTEUS +
+And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
+Doth Silvia know that I am banished?
++Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom--+ +VALENTINE +
+Which, unreversed, stands in effectual force--
+A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears:
+Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd;
+With them, upon her knees, her humble self;
+Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them
+As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
+But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
+Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
+Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
+But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
+Besides, her intercession chafed him so,
+When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
+That to close prison he commanded her,
+With many bitter threats of biding there.
++No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st+ +PROTEUS +
+Have some malignant power upon my life:
+If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,
+As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
++Cease to lament for that thou canst not help,+ +VALENTINE +
+And study help for that which thou lament'st.
+Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
+Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
+Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
+Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that
+And manage it against despairing thoughts.
+Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence;
+Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd
+Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
+The time now serves not to expostulate:
+Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate;
+And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
+Of all that may concern thy love-affairs.
+As thou lovest Silvia, though not for thyself,
+Regard thy danger, and along with me!
++I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,+ +PROTEUS +
+Bid him make haste and meet me at the North-gate.
++Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine.+ +VALENTINE +
++O my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine!+ +LAUNCE +
+Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS
++I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to+ +SPEED +
+think my master is a kind of a knave: but that's
+all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now
+that knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a
+team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who
+'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman; but what woman, I
+will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milkmaid; yet
+'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet 'tis
+a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for
+wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel;
+which is much in a bare Christian.
+Pulling out a paper
+Here is the cate-log of her condition.
+'Imprimis: She can fetch and carry.' Why, a horse
+can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only
+carry; therefore is she better than a jade. 'Item:
+She can milk;' look you, a sweet virtue in a maid
+with clean hands.
+Enter SPEED
++How now, Signior Launce! what news with your+ +LAUNCE +
+mastership?
++With my master's ship? why, it is at sea.+ +SPEED +
++Well, your old vice still; mistake the word. What+ +LAUNCE +
+news, then, in your paper?
++The blackest news that ever thou heardest.+ +SPEED +
++Why, man, how black?+ +LAUNCE +
++Why, as black as ink.+ +SPEED +
++Let me read them.+ +LAUNCE +
++Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read.+ +SPEED +
++Thou liest; I can.+ +LAUNCE +
++I will try thee. Tell me this: who begot thee?+ +SPEED +
++Marry, the son of my grandfather.+ +LAUNCE +
++O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy+ +SPEED +
+grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read.
++Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper.+ +LAUNCE +
++There; and St. Nicholas be thy speed!+ +SPEED +
++[Reads] 'Imprimis: She can milk.'+ +LAUNCE +
++Ay, that she can.+ +SPEED +
++'Item: She brews good ale.'+ +LAUNCE +
++And thereof comes the proverb: 'Blessing of your+ +SPEED +
+heart, you brew good ale.'
++'Item: She can sew.'+ +LAUNCE +
++That's as much as to say, Can she so?+ +SPEED +
++'Item: She can knit.'+ +LAUNCE +
++What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when+ +SPEED +
+she can knit him a stock?
++'Item: She can wash and scour.'+ +LAUNCE +
++A special virtue: for then she need not be washed+ +SPEED +
+and scoured.
++'Item: She can spin.'+ +LAUNCE +
++Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can+ +SPEED +
+spin for her living.
++'Item: She hath many nameless virtues.'+ +LAUNCE +
++That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that,+ +SPEED +
+indeed, know not their fathers and therefore have no names.
++'Here follow her vices.'+ +LAUNCE +
++Close at the heels of her virtues.+ +SPEED +
++'Item: She is not to be kissed fasting in respect+ +LAUNCE +
+of her breath.'
++Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on.+ +SPEED +
++'Item: She hath a sweet mouth.'+ +LAUNCE +
++That makes amends for her sour breath.+ +SPEED +
++'Item: She doth talk in her sleep.'+ +LAUNCE +
++It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk.+ +SPEED +
++'Item: She is slow in words.'+ +LAUNCE +
++O villain, that set this down among her vices! To+ +SPEED +
+be slow in words is a woman's only virtue: I pray
+thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue.
++'Item: She is proud.'+ +LAUNCE +
++Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot+ +SPEED +
+be ta'en from her.
++'Item: She hath no teeth.'+ +LAUNCE +
++I care not for that neither, because I love crusts.+ +SPEED +
++'Item: She is curst.'+ +LAUNCE +
++Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.+ +SPEED +
++'Item: She will often praise her liquor.'+ +LAUNCE +
++If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I+ +SPEED +
+will; for good things should be praised.
++'Item: She is too liberal.'+ +LAUNCE +
++Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down she+ +SPEED +
+is slow of; of her purse she shall not, for that
+I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and
+that cannot I help. Well, proceed.
++'Item: She hath more hair than wit, and more faults+ +LAUNCE +
+than hairs, and more wealth than faults.'
++Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not+ +SPEED +
+mine, twice or thrice in that last article.
+Rehearse that once more.
++'Item: She hath more hair than wit,'--+ +LAUNCE +
++More hair than wit? It may be; I'll prove it. The+ +SPEED +
+cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it
+is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit
+is more than the wit, for the greater hides the
+less. What's next?
++'And more faults than hairs,'--+ +LAUNCE +
++That's monstrous: O, that that were out!+ +SPEED +
++'And more wealth than faults.'+ +LAUNCE +
++Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well,+ +SPEED +
+I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is
+impossible,--
++What then?+ +LAUNCE +
++Why, then will I tell thee--that thy master stays+ +SPEED +
+for thee at the North-gate.
++For me?+ +LAUNCE +
++For thee! ay, who art thou? he hath stayed for a+ +SPEED +
+better man than thee.
++And must I go to him?+ +LAUNCE +
++Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long+ +SPEED +
+that going will scarce serve the turn.
++Why didst not tell me sooner? pox of your love letters!+ +LAUNCE +
+Exit
++Now will he be swinged for reading my letter; an+
+unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into
+secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction.
+Exit
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/two_gentlemen.4.3.html b/shakespeare/html/two_gentlemen.4.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..07e4378797750a8f7be50a069b3ba66d666e98cc --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/two_gentlemen.4.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Two Gentlemen of Verona + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
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+ +Two Gentlemen of Verona + + Shakespeare homepage + | Two Gentlemen of Verona + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. The same.
+ ++Enter EGLAMOUR ++ +EGLAMOUR ++This is the hour that Madam Silvia+ +SILVIA +
+Entreated me to call and know her mind:
+There's some great matter she'ld employ me in.
+Madam, madam!
+Enter SILVIA above
++ Who calls?+ +EGLAMOUR +
++Your servant and your friend;+ +SILVIA +
+One that attends your ladyship's command.
++Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow.+ +EGLAMOUR +
++As many, worthy lady, to yourself:+ +SILVIA +
+According to your ladyship's impose,
+I am thus early come to know what service
+It is your pleasure to command me in.
++O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman--+ +EGLAMOUR +
+Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not--
+Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd:
+Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
+I bear unto the banish'd Valentine,
+Nor how my father would enforce me marry
+Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors.
+Thyself hast loved; and I have heard thee say
+No grief did ever come so near thy heart
+As when thy lady and thy true love died,
+Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
+Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
+To Mantua, where I hear he makes abode;
+And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
+I do desire thy worthy company,
+Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
+Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
+But think upon my grief, a lady's grief,
+And on the justice of my flying hence,
+To keep me from a most unholy match,
+Which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues.
+I do desire thee, even from a heart
+As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
+To bear me company and go with me:
+If not, to hide what I have said to thee,
+That I may venture to depart alone.
++Madam, I pity much your grievances;+ +SILVIA +
+Which since I know they virtuously are placed,
+I give consent to go along with you,
+Recking as little what betideth me
+As much I wish all good befortune you.
+When will you go?
++ This evening coming.+ +EGLAMOUR +
++Where shall I meet you?+ +SILVIA +
++At Friar Patrick's cell,+ +EGLAMOUR +
+Where I intend holy confession.
++I will not fail your ladyship. Good morrow, gentle lady.+ +SILVIA +
++Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.+
+Exeunt severally
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/winters_tale.2.2.html b/shakespeare/html/winters_tale.2.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..335a21e9c8fcc17028efff5d8ffc962ba15099c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/winters_tale.2.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,211 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Two Gentlemen of Verona + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. A prison. + + + + + + ++
+ +Winter's Tale + + Shakespeare homepage + | Winter's Tale + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. A prison.
+ ++Enter PAULINA, a Gentleman, and Attendants ++ +PAULINA ++The keeper of the prison, call to him;+ +Gaoler +
+let him have knowledge who I am.
+Exit Gentleman
+Good lady,
+No court in Europe is too good for thee;
+What dost thou then in prison?
+Re-enter Gentleman, with the Gaoler
+Now, good sir,
+You know me, do you not?
++For a worthy lady+ +PAULINA +
+And one whom much I honour.
++Pray you then,+ +Gaoler +
+Conduct me to the queen.
++I may not, madam:+ +PAULINA +
+To the contrary I have express commandment.
++Here's ado,+ +Gaoler +
+To lock up honesty and honour from
+The access of gentle visitors!
+Is't lawful, pray you,
+To see her women? any of them? Emilia?
++So please you, madam,+ +PAULINA +
+To put apart these your attendants, I
+Shall bring Emilia forth.
++I pray now, call her.+ +Gaoler +
+Withdraw yourselves.
+Exeunt Gentleman and Attendants
++And, madam,+ +PAULINA +
+I must be present at your conference.
++Well, be't so, prithee.+ +EMILIA +
+Exit Gaoler
+Here's such ado to make no stain a stain
+As passes colouring.
+Re-enter Gaoler, with EMILIA
+Dear gentlewoman,
+How fares our gracious lady?
++As well as one so great and so forlorn+ +PAULINA +
+May hold together: on her frights and griefs,
+Which never tender lady hath born greater,
+She is something before her time deliver'd.
++A boy?+ +EMILIA +
++ A daughter, and a goodly babe,+ +PAULINA +
+Lusty and like to live: the queen receives
+Much comfort in't; says 'My poor prisoner,
+I am innocent as you.'
++I dare be sworn+ +EMILIA +
+These dangerous unsafe lunes i' the king,
+beshrew them!
+He must be told on't, and he shall: the office
+Becomes a woman best; I'll take't upon me:
+If I prove honey-mouth'd let my tongue blister
+And never to my red-look'd anger be
+The trumpet any more. Pray you, Emilia,
+Commend my best obedience to the queen:
+If she dares trust me with her little babe,
+I'll show't the king and undertake to be
+Her advocate to the loud'st. We do not know
+How he may soften at the sight o' the child:
+The silence often of pure innocence
+Persuades when speaking fails.
++Most worthy madam,+ +PAULINA +
+Your honour and your goodness is so evident
+That your free undertaking cannot miss
+A thriving issue: there is no lady living
+So meet for this great errand. Please your ladyship
+To visit the next room, I'll presently
+Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer;
+Who but to-day hammer'd of this design,
+But durst not tempt a minister of honour,
+Lest she should be denied.
++Tell her, Emilia.+ +EMILIA +
+I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from't
+As boldness from my bosom, let 't not be doubted
+I shall do good.
++ Now be you blest for it!+ +Gaoler +
+I'll to the queen: please you,
+come something nearer.
++Madam, if't please the queen to send the babe,+ +PAULINA +
+I know not what I shall incur to pass it,
+Having no warrant.
++ You need not fear it, sir:+ +Gaoler +
+This child was prisoner to the womb and is
+By law and process of great nature thence
+Freed and enfranchised, not a party to
+The anger of the king nor guilty of,
+If any be, the trespass of the queen.
++I do believe it.+ +PAULINA +
++ Do not you fear: upon mine honour,+
+I will stand betwixt you and danger.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/shakespeare/html/winters_tale.4.4.html b/shakespeare/html/winters_tale.4.4.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..30c36b5fff4b9e8ca4bb26ee23575a55f49644d8 --- /dev/null +++ b/shakespeare/html/winters_tale.4.4.html @@ -0,0 +1,1962 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Winter's Tale + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. The Shepherd's cottage. + + + + + + ++
+ +Winter's Tale + + Shakespeare homepage + | Winter's Tale + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. The Shepherd's cottage.
+ ++Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA ++ +FLORIZEL ++These your unusual weeds to each part of you+ +PERDITA +
+Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
+Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing
+Is as a meeting of the petty gods,
+And you the queen on't.
++Sir, my gracious lord,+ +FLORIZEL +
+To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
+O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
+The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured
+With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
+Most goddess-like prank'd up: but that our feasts
+In every mess have folly and the feeders
+Digest it with a custom, I should blush
+To see you so attired, sworn, I think,
+To show myself a glass.
++I bless the time+ +PERDITA +
+When my good falcon made her flight across
+Thy father's ground.
++Now Jove afford you cause!+ +FLORIZEL +
+To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
+Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
+To think your father, by some accident,
+Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates!
+How would he look, to see his work so noble
+Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
+Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold
+The sternness of his presence?
++Apprehend+ +PERDITA +
+Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
+Humbling their deities to love, have taken
+The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
+Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
+A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god,
+Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
+As I seem now. Their transformations
+Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
+Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires
+Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
+Burn hotter than my faith.
++O, but, sir,+ +FLORIZEL +
+Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
+Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
+One of these two must be necessities,
+Which then will speak, that you must
+change this purpose,
+Or I my life.
++ Thou dearest Perdita,+ +PERDITA +
+With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not
+The mirth o' the feast. Or I'll be thine, my fair,
+Or not my father's. For I cannot be
+Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
+I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
+Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle;
+Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing
+That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
+Lift up your countenance, as it were the day
+Of celebration of that nuptial which
+We two have sworn shall come.
++O lady Fortune,+ +FLORIZEL +
+Stand you auspicious!
++See, your guests approach:+ +Shepherd +
+Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
+And let's be red with mirth.
+Enter Shepherd, Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, and others, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised
++Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon+ +PERDITA +
+This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
+Both dame and servant; welcomed all, served all;
+Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here,
+At upper end o' the table, now i' the middle;
+On his shoulder, and his; her face o' fire
+With labour and the thing she took to quench it,
+She would to each one sip. You are retired,
+As if you were a feasted one and not
+The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid
+These unknown friends to's welcome; for it is
+A way to make us better friends, more known.
+Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
+That which you are, mistress o' the feast: come on,
+And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
+As your good flock shall prosper.
++[To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:+ +POLIXENES +
+It is my father's will I should take on me
+The hostess-ship o' the day.
+To CAMILLO
+You're welcome, sir.
+Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
+For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep
+Seeming and savour all the winter long:
+Grace and remembrance be to you both,
+And welcome to our shearing!
++Shepherdess,+ +PERDITA +
+A fair one are you--well you fit our ages
+With flowers of winter.
++Sir, the year growing ancient,+ +POLIXENES +
+Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
+Of trembling winter, the fairest
+flowers o' the season
+Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors,
+Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind
+Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not
+To get slips of them.
++Wherefore, gentle maiden,+ +PERDITA +
+Do you neglect them?
++For I have heard it said+ +POLIXENES +
+There is an art which in their piedness shares
+With great creating nature.
++Say there be;+ +PERDITA +
+Yet nature is made better by no mean
+But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
+Which you say adds to nature, is an art
+That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
+A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
+And make conceive a bark of baser kind
+By bud of nobler race: this is an art
+Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
+The art itself is nature.
++So it is.+ +POLIXENES +
++Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,+ +PERDITA +
+And do not call them bastards.
++I'll not put+ +CAMILLO +
+The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
+No more than were I painted I would wish
+This youth should say 'twere well and only therefore
+Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you;
+Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
+The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
+And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
+Of middle summer, and I think they are given
+To men of middle age. You're very welcome.
++I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,+ +PERDITA +
+And only live by gazing.
++Out, alas!+ +FLORIZEL +
+You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
+Would blow you through and through.
+Now, my fair'st friend,
+I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might
+Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
+That wear upon your virgin branches yet
+Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
+For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
+From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
+That come before the swallow dares, and take
+The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
+But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
+Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses
+That die unmarried, ere they can behold
+Bight Phoebus in his strength--a malady
+Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
+The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
+The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
+To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
+To strew him o'er and o'er!
++What, like a corse?+ +PERDITA +
++No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;+ +FLORIZEL +
+Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
+But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
+Methinks I play as I have seen them do
+In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
+Does change my disposition.
++What you do+ +PERDITA +
+Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet.
+I'ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
+I'ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
+Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
+To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
+A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
+Nothing but that; move still, still so,
+And own no other function: each your doing,
+So singular in each particular,
+Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
+That all your acts are queens.
++O Doricles,+ +FLORIZEL +
+Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
+And the true blood which peepeth fairly through't,
+Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd,
+With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
+You woo'd me the false way.
++I think you have+ +PERDITA +
+As little skill to fear as I have purpose
+To put you to't. But come; our dance, I pray:
+Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
+That never mean to part.
++I'll swear for 'em.+ +POLIXENES +
++This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever+ +CAMILLO +
+Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems
+But smacks of something greater than herself,
+Too noble for this place.
++He tells her something+ +Clown +
+That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is
+The queen of curds and cream.
++Come on, strike up!+ +DORCAS +
++Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic,+ +MOPSA +
+To mend her kissing with!
++Now, in good time!+ +Clown +
++Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.+ +POLIXENES +
+Come, strike up!
+Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses
++Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this+ +Shepherd +
+Which dances with your daughter?
++They call him Doricles; and boasts himself+ +POLIXENES +
+To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
+Upon his own report and I believe it;
+He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
+I think so too; for never gazed the moon
+Upon the water as he'll stand and read
+As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain.
+I think there is not half a kiss to choose
+Who loves another best.
++She dances featly.+ +Shepherd +
++So she does any thing; though I report it,+ +Servant +
+That should be silent: if young Doricles
+Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
+Which he not dreams of.
+Enter Servant
++O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the+ +Clown +
+door, you would never dance again after a tabour and
+pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings
+several tunes faster than you'll tell money; he
+utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men's
+ears grew to his tunes.
++He could never come better; he shall come in. I+ +Servant +
+love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful
+matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing
+indeed and sung lamentably.
++He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes; no+ +POLIXENES +
+milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he
+has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without
+bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate
+burthens of dildos and fadings, 'jump her and thump
+her;' and where some stretch-mouthed rascal would,
+as it were, mean mischief and break a foul gap into
+the matter, he makes the maid to answer 'Whoop, do me
+no harm, good man;' puts him off, slights him, with
+'Whoop, do me no harm, good man.'
++This is a brave fellow.+ +Clown +
++Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited+ +Servant +
+fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?
++He hath ribbons of an the colours i' the rainbow;+ +Clown +
+points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can
+learnedly handle, though they come to him by the
+gross: inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he
+sings 'em over as they were gods or goddesses; you
+would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants
+to the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on't.
++Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.+ +PERDITA +
++Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in 's tunes.+ +Clown +
+Exit Servant
++You have of these pedlars, that have more in them+ +PERDITA +
+than you'ld think, sister.
++Ay, good brother, or go about to think.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing
++ Lawn as white as driven snow;+ +Clown +
+Cyprus black as e'er was crow;
+Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
+Masks for faces and for noses;
+Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
+Perfume for a lady's chamber;
+Golden quoifs and stomachers,
+For my lads to give their dears:
+Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
+What maids lack from head to heel:
+Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
+Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.
++If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take+ +MOPSA +
+no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it
+will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.
++I was promised them against the feast; but they come+ +DORCAS +
+not too late now.
++He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars.+ +MOPSA +
++He hath paid you all he promised you; may be, he has+ +Clown +
+paid you more, which will shame you to give him again.
++Is there no manners left among maids? will they+ +MOPSA +
+wear their plackets where they should bear their
+faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are
+going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these
+secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all
+our guests? 'tis well they are whispering: clamour
+your tongues, and not a word more.
++I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry-lace+ +Clown +
+and a pair of sweet gloves.
++Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+and lost all my money?
++And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad;+ +Clown +
+therefore it behoves men to be wary.
++Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.+ +Clown +
++What hast here? ballads?+ +MOPSA +
++Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print o'+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+life, for then we are sure they are true.
++Here's one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer's+ +MOPSA +
+wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a
+burthen and how she longed to eat adders' heads and
+toads carbonadoed.
++Is it true, think you?+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Very true, and but a month old.+ +DORCAS +
++Bless me from marrying a usurer!+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Here's the midwife's name to't, one Mistress+ +MOPSA +
+Tale-porter, and five or six honest wives that were
+present. Why should I carry lies abroad?
++Pray you now, buy it.+ +Clown +
++Come on, lay it by: and let's first see moe+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+ballads; we'll buy the other things anon.
++Here's another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon+ +DORCAS +
+the coast on Wednesday the four-score of April,
+forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this
+ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was
+thought she was a woman and was turned into a cold
+fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that
+loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true.
++Is it true too, think you?+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Five justices' hands at it, and witnesses more than+ +Clown +
+my pack will hold.
++Lay it by too: another.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.+ +MOPSA +
++Let's have some merry ones.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Why, this is a passing merry one and goes to+ +MOPSA +
+the tune of 'Two maids wooing a man:' there's
+scarce a maid westward but she sings it; 'tis in
+request, I can tell you.
++We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part, thou+ +DORCAS +
+shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.
++We had the tune on't a month ago.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++I can bear my part; you must know 'tis my+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+occupation; have at it with you.
+SONG
++Get you hence, for I must go+ +DORCAS +
+Where it fits not you to know.
++ Whither?+ +MOPSA +
++ O, whither?+ +DORCAS +
++Whither?+ +MOPSA +
++ It becomes thy oath full well,+ +DORCAS +
+Thou to me thy secrets tell.
++ Me too, let me go thither.+ +MOPSA +
++ Or thou goest to the orange or mill.+ +DORCAS +
++ If to either, thou dost ill.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Neither.+ +DORCAS +
++ What, neither?+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Neither.+ +DORCAS +
++ Thou hast sworn my love to be.+ +MOPSA +
++ Thou hast sworn it more to me:+ +Clown +
+Then whither goest? say, whither?
++We'll have this song out anon by ourselves: my+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll
+not trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after
+me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both. Pedlar, let's
+have the first choice. Follow me, girls.
+Exit with DORCAS and MOPSA
++And you shall pay well for 'em.+ +Servant +
+Follows singing
+Will you buy any tape,
+Or lace for your cape,
+My dainty duck, my dear-a?
+Any silk, any thread,
+Any toys for your head,
+Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a?
+Come to the pedlar;
+Money's a medler.
+That doth utter all men's ware-a.
+Exit
+Re-enter Servant
++Master, there is three carters, three shepherds,+ +Shepherd +
+three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made
+themselves all men of hair, they call themselves
+Saltiers, and they have a dance which the wenches
+say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are
+not in't; but they themselves are o' the mind, if it
+be not too rough for some that know little but
+bowling, it will please plentifully.
++Away! we'll none on 't: here has been too much+ +POLIXENES +
+homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.
++You weary those that refresh us: pray, let's see+ +Servant +
+these four threes of herdsmen.
++One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath+ +Shepherd +
+danced before the king; and not the worst of the
+three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squier.
++Leave your prating: since these good men are+ +Servant +
+pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.
++Why, they stay at door, sir.+ +POLIXENES +
+Exit
+Here a dance of twelve Satyrs
++O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.+ +FLORIZEL +
+To CAMILLO
+Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them.
+He's simple and tells much.
+To FLORIZEL
+How now, fair shepherd!
+Your heart is full of something that does take
+Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young
+And handed love as you do, I was wont
+To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd
+The pedlar's silken treasury and have pour'd it
+To her acceptance; you have let him go
+And nothing marted with him. If your lass
+Interpretation should abuse and call this
+Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited
+For a reply, at least if you make a care
+Of happy holding her.
++Old sir, I know+ +POLIXENES +
+She prizes not such trifles as these are:
+The gifts she looks from me are pack'd and lock'd
+Up in my heart; which I have given already,
+But not deliver'd. O, hear me breathe my life
+Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
+Hath sometime loved! I take thy hand, this hand,
+As soft as dove's down and as white as it,
+Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd
+snow that's bolted
+By the northern blasts twice o'er.
++What follows this?+ +FLORIZEL +
+How prettily the young swain seems to wash
+The hand was fair before! I have put you out:
+But to your protestation; let me hear
+What you profess.
++ Do, and be witness to 't.+ +POLIXENES +
++And this my neighbour too?+ +FLORIZEL +
++And he, and more+ +POLIXENES +
+Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all:
+That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
+Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
+That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge
+More than was ever man's, I would not prize them
+Without her love; for her employ them all;
+Commend them and condemn them to her service
+Or to their own perdition.
++Fairly offer'd.+ +CAMILLO +
++This shows a sound affection.+ +Shepherd +
++But, my daughter,+ +PERDITA +
+Say you the like to him?
++I cannot speak+ +Shepherd +
+So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
+By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
+The purity of his.
++ Take hands, a bargain!+ +FLORIZEL +
+And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to 't:
+I give my daughter to him, and will make
+Her portion equal his.
++O, that must be+ +Shepherd +
+I' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
+I shall have more than you can dream of yet;
+Enough then for your wonder. But, come on,
+Contract us 'fore these witnesses.
++Come, your hand;+ +POLIXENES +
+And, daughter, yours.
++Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you;+ +FLORIZEL +
+Have you a father?
++ I have: but what of him?+ +POLIXENES +
++Knows he of this?+ +FLORIZEL +
++ He neither does nor shall.+ +POLIXENES +
++Methinks a father+ +FLORIZEL +
+Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
+That best becomes the table. Pray you once more,
+Is not your father grown incapable
+Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid
+With age and altering rheums? can he speak? hear?
+Know man from man? dispute his own estate?
+Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing
+But what he did being childish?
++No, good sir;+ +POLIXENES +
+He has his health and ampler strength indeed
+Than most have of his age.
++By my white beard,+ +FLORIZEL +
+You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
+Something unfilial: reason my son
+Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason
+The father, all whose joy is nothing else
+But fair posterity, should hold some counsel
+In such a business.
++I yield all this;+ +POLIXENES +
+But for some other reasons, my grave sir,
+Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
+My father of this business.
++Let him know't.+ +FLORIZEL +
++He shall not.+ +POLIXENES +
++ Prithee, let him.+ +FLORIZEL +
++No, he must not.+ +Shepherd +
++Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve+ +FLORIZEL +
+At knowing of thy choice.
++Come, come, he must not.+ +POLIXENES +
+Mark our contract.
++ Mark your divorce, young sir,+ +Shepherd +
+Discovering himself
+Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base
+To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre's heir,
+That thus affect'st a sheep-hook! Thou old traitor,
+I am sorry that by hanging thee I can
+But shorten thy life one week. And thou, fresh piece
+Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know
+The royal fool thou copest with,--
++O, my heart!+ +POLIXENES +
++I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made+ +PERDITA +
+More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,
+If I may ever know thou dost but sigh
+That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never
+I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succession;
+Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
+Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words:
+Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
+Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
+From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment.--
+Worthy enough a herdsman: yea, him too,
+That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
+Unworthy thee,--if ever henceforth thou
+These rural latches to his entrance open,
+Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
+I will devise a death as cruel for thee
+As thou art tender to't.
+Exit
++Even here undone!+ +CAMILLO +
+I was not much afeard; for once or twice
+I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
+The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
+Hides not his visage from our cottage but
+Looks on alike. Will't please you, sir, be gone?
+I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
+Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,--
+Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,
+But milk my ewes and weep.
++Why, how now, father!+ +Shepherd +
+Speak ere thou diest.
++I cannot speak, nor think+ +FLORIZEL +
+Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir!
+You have undone a man of fourscore three,
+That thought to fill his grave in quiet, yea,
+To die upon the bed my father died,
+To lie close by his honest bones: but now
+Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me
+Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed wretch,
+That knew'st this was the prince,
+and wouldst adventure
+To mingle faith with him! Undone! undone!
+If I might die within this hour, I have lived
+To die when I desire.
+Exit
++Why look you so upon me?+ +CAMILLO +
+I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd,
+But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am;
+More straining on for plucking back, not following
+My leash unwillingly.
++Gracious my lord,+ +FLORIZEL +
+You know your father's temper: at this time
+He will allow no speech, which I do guess
+You do not purpose to him; and as hardly
+Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear:
+Then, till the fury of his highness settle,
+Come not before him.
++I not purpose it.+ +CAMILLO +
+I think, Camillo?
++ Even he, my lord.+ +PERDITA +
++How often have I told you 'twould be thus!+ +FLORIZEL +
+How often said, my dignity would last
+But till 'twere known!
++It cannot fail but by+ +CAMILLO +
+The violation of my faith; and then
+Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together
+And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
+From my succession wipe me, father; I
+Am heir to my affection.
++Be advised.+ +FLORIZEL +
++I am, and by my fancy: if my reason+ +CAMILLO +
+Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
+If not, my senses, better pleased with madness,
+Do bid it welcome.
++ This is desperate, sir.+ +FLORIZEL +
++So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;+ +CAMILLO +
+I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
+Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
+Be thereat glean'd, for all the sun sees or
+The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides
+In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
+To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you,
+As you have ever been my father's honour'd friend,
+When he shall miss me,--as, in faith, I mean not
+To see him any more,--cast your good counsels
+Upon his passion; let myself and fortune
+Tug for the time to come. This you may know
+And so deliver, I am put to sea
+With her whom here I cannot hold on shore;
+And most opportune to our need I have
+A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared
+For this design. What course I mean to hold
+Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
+Concern me the reporting.
++O my lord!+ +FLORIZEL +
+I would your spirit were easier for advice,
+Or stronger for your need.
++Hark, Perdita+ +CAMILLO +
+Drawing her aside
+I'll hear you by and by.
++He's irremoveable,+ +FLORIZEL +
+Resolved for flight. Now were I happy, if
+His going I could frame to serve my turn,
+Save him from danger, do him love and honour,
+Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia
+And that unhappy king, my master, whom
+I so much thirst to see.
++Now, good Camillo;+ +CAMILLO +
+I am so fraught with curious business that
+I leave out ceremony.
++Sir, I think+ +FLORIZEL +
+You have heard of my poor services, i' the love
+That I have borne your father?
++Very nobly+ +CAMILLO +
+Have you deserved: it is my father's music
+To speak your deeds, not little of his care
+To have them recompensed as thought on.
++Well, my lord,+ +FLORIZEL +
+If you may please to think I love the king
+And through him what is nearest to him, which is
+Your gracious self, embrace but my direction:
+If your more ponderous and settled project
+May suffer alteration, on mine honour,
+I'll point you where you shall have such receiving
+As shall become your highness; where you may
+Enjoy your mistress, from the whom, I see,
+There's no disjunction to be made, but by--
+As heavens forefend!--your ruin; marry her,
+And, with my best endeavours in your absence,
+Your discontenting father strive to qualify
+And bring him up to liking.
++How, Camillo,+ +CAMILLO +
+May this, almost a miracle, be done?
+That I may call thee something more than man
+And after that trust to thee.
++Have you thought on+ +FLORIZEL +
+A place whereto you'll go?
++Not any yet:+ +CAMILLO +
+But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
+To what we wildly do, so we profess
+Ourselves to be the slaves of chance and flies
+Of every wind that blows.
++Then list to me:+ +FLORIZEL +
+This follows, if you will not change your purpose
+But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia,
+And there present yourself and your fair princess,
+For so I see she must be, 'fore Leontes:
+She shall be habited as it becomes
+The partner of your bed. Methinks I see
+Leontes opening his free arms and weeping
+His welcomes forth; asks thee the son forgiveness,
+As 'twere i' the father's person; kisses the hands
+Of your fresh princess; o'er and o'er divides him
+'Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one
+He chides to hell and bids the other grow
+Faster than thought or time.
++Worthy Camillo,+ +CAMILLO +
+What colour for my visitation shall I
+Hold up before him?
++Sent by the king your father+ +FLORIZEL +
+To greet him and to give him comforts. Sir,
+The manner of your bearing towards him, with
+What you as from your father shall deliver,
+Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down:
+The which shall point you forth at every sitting
+What you must say; that he shall not perceive
+But that you have your father's bosom there
+And speak his very heart.
++I am bound to you:+ +CAMILLO +
+There is some sap in this.
++A cause more promising+ +PERDITA +
+Than a wild dedication of yourselves
+To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores, most certain
+To miseries enough; no hope to help you,
+But as you shake off one to take another;
+Nothing so certain as your anchors, who
+Do their best office, if they can but stay you
+Where you'll be loath to be: besides you know
+Prosperity's the very bond of love,
+Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
+Affliction alters.
++ One of these is true:+ +CAMILLO +
+I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
+But not take in the mind.
++Yea, say you so?+ +FLORIZEL +
+There shall not at your father's house these
+seven years
+Be born another such.
++My good Camillo,+ +CAMILLO +
+She is as forward of her breeding as
+She is i' the rear our birth.
++I cannot say 'tis pity+ +PERDITA +
+She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
+To most that teach.
++Your pardon, sir; for this+ +FLORIZEL +
+I'll blush you thanks.
++My prettiest Perdita!+ +CAMILLO +
+But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
+Preserver of my father, now of me,
+The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
+We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son,
+Nor shall appear in Sicilia.
++My lord,+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes
+Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
+To have you royally appointed as if
+The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,
+That you may know you shall not want, one word.
+They talk aside
+Re-enter AUTOLYCUS
++Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his+ +CAMILLO +
+sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold
+all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a
+ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad,
+knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring,
+to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who
+should buy first, as if my trinkets had been
+hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer:
+by which means I saw whose purse was best in
+picture; and what I saw, to my good use I
+remembered. My clown, who wants but something to
+be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the
+wenches' song, that he would not stir his pettitoes
+till he had both tune and words; which so drew the
+rest of the herd to me that all their other senses
+stuck in ears: you might have pinched a placket, it
+was senseless; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a
+purse; I could have filed keys off that hung in
+chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song,
+and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this
+time of lethargy I picked and cut most of their
+festival purses; and had not the old man come in
+with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the king's
+son and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not
+left a purse alive in the whole army.
+CAMILLO, FLORIZEL, and PERDITA come forward
++Nay, but my letters, by this means being there+ +FLORIZEL +
+So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
++And those that you'll procure from King Leontes--+ +CAMILLO +
++Shall satisfy your father.+ +PERDITA +
++Happy be you!+ +CAMILLO +
+All that you speak shows fair.
++Who have we here?+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+Seeing AUTOLYCUS
+We'll make an instrument of this, omit
+Nothing may give us aid.
++If they have overheard me now, why, hanging.+ +CAMILLO +
++How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+not, man; here's no harm intended to thee.
++I am a poor fellow, sir.+ +CAMILLO +
++Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that from+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+thee: yet for the outside of thy poverty we must
+make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly,
+--thou must think there's a necessity in't,--and
+change garments with this gentleman: though the
+pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold thee,
+there's some boot.
++I am a poor fellow, sir.+ +CAMILLO +
+Aside
+I know ye well enough.
++Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+flayed already.
++Are you in earnest, sir?+ +FLORIZEL +
+Aside
+I smell the trick on't.
++Dispatch, I prithee.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Indeed, I have had earnest: but I cannot with+ +CAMILLO +
+conscience take it.
++Unbuckle, unbuckle.+ +PERDITA +
+FLORIZEL and AUTOLYCUS exchange garments
+Fortunate mistress,--let my prophecy
+Come home to ye!--you must retire yourself
+Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat
+And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face,
+Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken
+The truth of your own seeming; that you may--
+For I do fear eyes over--to shipboard
+Get undescried.
++ I see the play so lies+ +CAMILLO +
+That I must bear a part.
++No remedy.+ +FLORIZEL +
+Have you done there?
++Should I now meet my father,+ +CAMILLO +
+He would not call me son.
++Nay, you shall have no hat.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+Giving it to PERDITA
+Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.
++Adieu, sir.+ +FLORIZEL +
++O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!+ +CAMILLO +
+Pray you, a word.
++[Aside] What I do next, shall be to tell the king+ +FLORIZEL +
+Of this escape and whither they are bound;
+Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail
+To force him after: in whose company
+I shall review Sicilia, for whose sight
+I have a woman's longing.
++Fortune speed us!+ +CAMILLO +
+Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.
++The swifter speed the better.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+Exeunt FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and CAMILLO
++I understand the business, I hear it: to have an+ +Clown +
+open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is
+necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite
+also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see
+this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
+What an exchange had this been without boot! What
+a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do
+this year connive at us, and we may do any thing
+extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of
+iniquity, stealing away from his father with his
+clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of
+honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not
+do't: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it;
+and therein am I constant to my profession.
+Re-enter Clown and Shepherd
+Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain:
+every lane's end, every shop, church, session,
+hanging, yields a careful man work.
++See, see; what a man you are now!+ +Shepherd +
+There is no other way but to tell the king
+she's a changeling and none of your flesh and blood.
++Nay, but hear me.+ +Clown +
++Nay, but hear me.+ +Shepherd +
++Go to, then.+ +Clown +
++She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh+ +Shepherd +
+and blood has not offended the king; and so your
+flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show
+those things you found about her, those secret
+things, all but what she has with her: this being
+done, let the law go whistle: I warrant you.
++I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his+ +Clown +
+son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man,
+neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make
+me the king's brother-in-law.
++Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+could have been to him and then your blood had been
+the dearer by I know how much an ounce.
++[Aside] Very wisely, puppies!+ +Shepherd +
++Well, let us to the king: there is that in this+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+fardel will make him scratch his beard.
++[Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint+ +Clown +
+may be to the flight of my master.
++Pray heartily he be at palace.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++[Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so+ +Shepherd +
+sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar's excrement.
+Takes off his false beard
+How now, rustics! whither are you bound?
++To the palace, an it like your worship.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition+ +Clown +
+of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your
+names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any
+thing that is fitting to be known, discover.
++We are but plain fellows, sir.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no+ +Clown +
+lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they
+often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for
+it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore
+they do not give us the lie.
++Your worship had like to have given us one, if you+ +Shepherd +
+had not taken yourself with the manner.
++Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir?+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest+ +Shepherd +
+thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings?
+hath not my gait in it the measure of the court?
+receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I
+not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou,
+for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy
+business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier
+cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck
+back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to
+open thy affair.
++My business, sir, is to the king.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++What advocate hast thou to him?+ +Shepherd +
++I know not, an't like you.+ +Clown +
++Advocate's the court-word for a pheasant: say you+ +Shepherd +
+have none.
++None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++How blessed are we that are not simple men!+ +Clown +
+Yet nature might have made me as these are,
+Therefore I will not disdain.
++This cannot be but a great courtier.+ +Shepherd +
++His garments are rich, but he wears+ +Clown +
+them not handsomely.
++He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical:+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+a great man, I'll warrant; I know by the picking
+on's teeth.
++The fardel there? what's i' the fardel?+ +Shepherd +
+Wherefore that box?
++Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box,+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+which none must know but the king; and which he
+shall know within this hour, if I may come to the
+speech of him.
++Age, thou hast lost thy labour.+ +Shepherd +
++Why, sir?+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a+ +Shepard +
+new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for,
+if thou beest capable of things serious, thou must
+know the king is full of grief.
++So 'tis said, sir; about his son, that should have+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+married a shepherd's daughter.
++If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly:+ +Clown +
+the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall
+feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
++Think you so, sir?+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy+ +Clown +
+and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane to
+him, though removed fifty times, shall all come
+under the hangman: which though it be great pity,
+yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue a
+ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into
+grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but that death
+is too soft for him, say I draw our throne into a
+sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
++Has the old man e'er a son, sir, do you hear. an't+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+like you, sir?
++He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then+ +Clown +
+'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a
+wasp's nest; then stand till he be three quarters
+and a dram dead; then recovered again with
+aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion; then, raw as
+he is, and in the hottest day prognostication
+proclaims, shall be be set against a brick-wall, the
+sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he
+is to behold him with flies blown to death. But what
+talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries
+are to be smiled at, their offences being so
+capital? Tell me, for you seem to be honest plain
+men, what you have to the king: being something
+gently considered, I'll bring you where he is
+aboard, tender your persons to his presence,
+whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in man
+besides the king to effect your suits, here is man
+shall do it.
++He seems to be of great authority: close with him,+ +Shepherd +
+give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn
+bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show
+the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand,
+and no more ado. Remember 'stoned,' and 'flayed alive.'
++An't please you, sir, to undertake the business for+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+us, here is that gold I have: I'll make it as much
+more and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you.
++After I have done what I promised?+ +Shepherd +
++Ay, sir.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
++Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this business?+ +Clown +
++In some sort, sir: but though my case be a pitiful+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
++O, that's the case of the shepherd's son: hang him,+ +Clown +
+he'll be made an example.
++Comfort, good comfort! We must to the king and show+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+our strange sights: he must know 'tis none of your
+daughter nor my sister; we are gone else. Sir, I
+will give you as much as this old man does when the
+business is performed, and remain, as he says, your
+pawn till it be brought you.
++I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side;+ +Clown +
+go on the right hand: I will but look upon the
+hedge and follow you.
++We are blest in this man, as I may say, even blest.+ +Shepherd +
++Let's before as he bids us: he was provided to do us good.+ +AUTOLYCUS +
+Exeunt Shepherd and Clown
++If I had a mind to be honest, I see Fortune would
+not suffer me: she drops booties in my mouth. I am
+courted now with a double occasion, gold and a means
+to do the prince my master good; which who knows how
+that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring
+these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him: if he
+think it fit to shore them again and that the
+complaint they have to the king concerns him
+nothing, let him call me rogue for being so far
+officious; for I am proof against that title and
+what shame else belongs to't. To him will I present
+them: there may be matter in it.
+Exit
++
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