« PreviousContinue »
od so a Dun.
Bove Biro Dune
Biron. How much is it?
Borom. Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, Cost. 'Tis not so much worth: but, I hope, I was HAB sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for my perfect: I made a little fault in, great.
Bron. own part, lam, as they say, but to parfect one man,- Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the Boret. e'en one poor man; Pompion the great, sir,
best worthy. Biron. Art thou one of the worthies?
Enter Nathaniel arm’d, for Alexander.
Biron. the great: for mine own part, I know not the degree commander; of the worthy; but I am to stand for him. By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conque- Hil
. I Biron. Go, bid them prepare.
Boret. Cost. We will turn itfinely off, sir; we will take some My’scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander.
[Exit Costard. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands Prie. King. Birón, they will shame us, let them not ap- too right.
Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this most tenderBiron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and 'tis so- smelling knight. me policy
Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good To have one show worse than the king's and his com- Alexander. pany.
Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's King. I say, they shall not come.
commander;Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now; Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander.
Renee That sport best pleases, that doth least know how : Biron. Pompey the great,
Dum Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Cost. Your servant, and Costard. Die in the zeal of them which it presents,
Biron.Take away the conqueror, take away
Dini Their form confounded makes most form in mirth, Cost. O sir, [To Nathaniel.) you have overthrown When great things labouring perish in their birth. Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his Enter ARMADO. poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to Ajax :
A: Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of thy he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afcard I
Gave royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. [Nath. re
Du [årmado converses with the King, and delivers him tires.] There, an't shall please you , a foolish mild
Bird a paper.] man; an honest man, look you, and soon dash’d! He Prin. Doth this man serve God?
is a marvellous good neighbour, in sooth; and a very Biron. Why ask you ? good bowler : but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how
Ar Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. ;-a little o'erparted. —But there are worthies a
The Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch: coming will speak their mind in some other sort.
G for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantasti- Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. cal; too, too vain; too, too vain : but we will put it, Enter Holofeknes arm’d, for Judas, and Moth F as they say, to fortuna della guerra. I wish you the
arm’d, for Hercules.
lar peace of mind, most royal couplement! (Exit Årmado. Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
Du King. Here is like to be a good presence of worthies : Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed
Lo He presents Hector of Troy: the swain, Pompey the canlis ; great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
Lo Hercules; the pedant, Judas Machabacus.
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus:
Bee And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;
DE These four will change habits, and present the other Ergo, I come with this apology:five.
Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. (Exit Moth. Biron. There is five in the first show,
Hol. Judas I am, -
Dum. A Judas!
Hol. Judas I am,-
Hol. What mean you, sir?
Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.
Ilol. Begin, sir,; you are my elder.
Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hanged on an elder.
Ilol. I will not be put out of countenance.
Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Boyet. A cittern head.
Biron. A death's face in a ring.
Dumn. The cary'd-bone face on a flask.
Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
And now, forward! for we have put thee in counte-
Hol. You have put me out of countenance.
Biron. False; we have given thee faces.
Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly Hol. But you have outfac'd them all.
than will sup a flea.
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.
Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.
Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat ? Prin. Alas, poor Machabaeus, how hath he been What mean you? you will lose your reputation. baited!
Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me, I will not Enter ARMADO arm’d, for Hector.
Biron. What reason have
for’t? King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go Boyet. But is this Hector ?
woolward for penance. Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean timber'd. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for Long. His leg is too big for Hector.
want of linen ; since when, I'll be sworn, he wore Dum. More calf, certain.
none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that ’a Boyet. No; he is best endued in the small.
wears next his heart, for a favour.
But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring,
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father-
Prin. Dead, for my life.
Mer. Even so; my tale is told.
Biron. Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud.
have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of 4 man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
(Exeunt Worthies. lam that flower, –
King. How fares your majesty ?
Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night.
King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Arm. The sweet war-man is dead ard rotten ; sweet The liberal opposition of our spirits : chucks, beat not the bones of the buried : when he If over-boldly we have borne ourselves breath’d, he was a man-But I will forward with my In the converse of breath, your gentleness device: Sweet royalty, [To the Princess.] bestow on Was guilty of it.Farewell, worthy lord! me the sense of hearing. (Biron whispers Costard. A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted. Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
King. The extreme parts of time extremely form
All causes to the purpose of his speed;
And though the mourning brow of progeny
Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates ? From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends lost, thon shalt die.
Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd for Jaquenetta As to rejoice at friends but newly found. that is quick by him; and hang’d, for Pompey that is Prin. I understand you not ; my griefs are double. dead by him.
Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of Dum. Most rare Pompey!
grief;Boyet. Renowned Pompey!
And by these badges understand the king. Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pom- For your fair sakes have we neglected time, pey! Pompey the huge!
Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, Dum, Hector trembles.
Had much deformed us, fashioving our humours
And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
As love is full of unbefitting strains;
All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;
Dum, I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
Mar. At the twelvemonth's end,
l'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Which party-coated presence of loose love
Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is Put on by lis, if, in your heavenly eyes,
long. Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities,
Mar. The liker yon; few taller are so young.
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón,
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts; Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; Which you on all estates will execute, Your favours, the embassadors of love;
That lie within the mercy of your wit: And, in our maiden council, rated them
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain; At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, As bombast, and as lining to the time :
(Without the which I am not to be won,) But more devout than this, in our respects,
You shall this twelvemonth term, from day to day,
With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
To enforce the pained impotent to smile. Long. So did our looks.
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of Ros. We did not quote them so.
death? King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, It cannot be; it is impossible: Grant us your loves.
Mirth cannot move a soulin agony. Prin. A time, methinks, too short
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, To make a world-without-end bargain in :
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: Full of deur guiltiness; and, therefore this,
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear If for my love (as there is no such cause)
of him that hears it, never in the tongue You will do aught, this shall yon do for me:
of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed Deafʼd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Du To some forlorn and naked hermitage, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
PMI Remote from all the pleasures of the world; And I will have you, and that fault withal ;
Pri There stay, until the twelve celestial signs But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, Have brought about their annual reckoning:
And I shall find you empty of that fault, If this austere insociable life
Right joyful of your reformation. Change not your ofler, made in heat of blood; Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will befal,
bu If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave. But that it bear this trial, and last love;
[To the King Then, at the expiration of the year,
King. No, madam: we will bring you on your way. Come challenge, challengeme by these deserts, Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine,
Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy I will be thinc; and, till that instant, shut
Might well have made our sport a comedy, My woeful self up in a mourning house;
King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day, Raining the tears of lamentation
And then 'twill end.
Biron. That's too long for a play.
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, Prin. Was not that Hector?
Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.
med greatness, will you hear the dialogue that thetwo Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,
learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, the cuckoo ? it should have followed in the end of our But seek the weary beds of people sick.
one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the cuckoo.
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, Do paint the meadows with delight,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit, to-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, And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
Joan doth keel the pot. Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh afterthe songs Unpleasing to a married ear?
(of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way. (Exeunt.
MERCHANT OF VENICE.
Per sons of the B r a m a.
Launcelot Gobbo, a clown, servant to Shylock.
OLD Gobbo, father to Launcelot.
SALERIO, a messenger from Venice.
LEONARDO, servant to Bassanio.
servants to Portia.
Nerissa, her waiting-maid.
Jessica, daughtur iv Shylock.
Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of
Justice, Jailor, Servants, and other Attendants. Scene,-partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent.
And every object that might make me fear
Salar. My wind, cooling my broth,
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, For Gratiano never lets me speak.
Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more,
Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue. Therefore, my merchandise makes me not sad. Ant. Farewell ; I'll grow a talker for this gear. Salan. Why then you are in love.
Gra.Thanks, i' faith; for silence is only commendable be, Ant. Fie, fie!
In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you
(Exeunt Gratiano and Lorenzo. are sad,
Ant. Is that any thing now?
Ver And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper ;
Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same, And other of such vinegar aspect,
To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, That you to-day promised to tell me of?
art Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Bass. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,
How much I have disabled mine estate, Enter Bassanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano.
By something showing a more swelling port, Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kins- Than my faint means would grant continuance.
Р. man, Nor do I now make moan to be abrigd’d
de Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare you well; From such a noble rate; but my chief care
P We leave you now with better company.
Is, to come fairly off from the great debts, Salar. I would have staid till I had made you merry, Wherein my time, something too prodigal, If worthier friends had not prevented me.
Hath left me gaged: to you, Antonio, Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. I owe the most, in money, and in love; I take it, your own business calls on you,
And from your love I have a warranty And you embrace the occasion to depart.
To unburthen all my plots, and purposes,
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
And, if it stand, as you yourself still do,
[Exeunt Salarino and Salanio. Lie all unlock'd to your occasions, Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio, Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, Wetwo will leave you : but, at dinner time,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight
To find the other forth; and by advent'ring both,
That which I owe is lost; but if you please
As I will watch the aim, or to find both,
Or bring your latter hazard back again, With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; And thankfully rest debtor for the first. Ant let my liver rather heat with wine,
Ant. You know mewell, and herein spend but time, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
To wind about my love with circumstance:
In making question of my uttermost,
And I am prest unto it: therefore, speak !
Bass. In Belmont is a lady richly left, And do a wilful stillness entertain,
And she is fair, and, fairer than that word, With purpose to be dress’d in an opinion
Of wond'rous virtues; sometimes from her eyes of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;
I did receive fair speechless messages : As who should say, I am Sir Oracle,
Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
To Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia. 0, my Antonio, I do know of these,
Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth ; That therefore only are reputed wise,
For the four winds blow in from every coast For saying nothing; who, I am very sure,
Renowned suitors : and her sunny locks If they should speak, would almost damn those cars, Hang on her temples like a golden fleece : Which hearing them, would call their brothers, fools. Which makes her seat of Belmont, Colchos' strand, I'll tell thee more of this another time:
And many Jasons come in quest of her. But fish not, with this melancholy bait,
O, my Antonio, had I but the means For this fool's gudgeon, this opinion.
To hold a rival place with one of them, Come, good Lorenzo:-— fare ye well, a while; I have a mind presages me such thrift, I'll end my exhortation after dinner.
That I should questionless be fortunate. Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time: Ant. Thou know'st, that all my fortunes are at sea ; I must be one of these same dumb wise men, Nor have I money, nor commodity