Acrostic Sonnets on The Sonnets By William Shakespeare I - "FROMFAIRESTCRE" For then despite of space I would be brought, Remove you hence. I knew you at the first O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed, From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass. Ready to go, but never to return. Each cheek a river running from a fount Shall in procession sing her endless praise. To bring thee to the gallows, not the font. Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Except it be to pray against thy foes. II - "ATURESWEDESIRE" As victors of my silence cannot boast; This is the palace of the fearful king, Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Envenom him with words, or get thee gone So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. Without annoying me: and there were drawn Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds? Exposing what is mortal and unsure Such childish humour from weak minds proceeds: In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! III - "INCREASETHATTH" I must away to-day before night come. No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: Collected choicely, from each county some, Reply not in how many fathoms deep Empale him with your weapons round about; And they indeed had no cause to mistrust; Slain by his servant, going to put out Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That I, unworthy body as I am, Here you shall see a countryman of yours And when the lion fawns upon the lamb, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, They must be bound and laid in some dark room. He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume. IV - "EREBYBEAUTYSRO" Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Reply not in how many fathoms deep Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. But I will find him when he lies asleep, Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. Unto another lady of esteem: That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls, Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream, Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. O, that prone lust should stain so pure a bed! V - "SEMIGHTNEVERDI" Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Expire before the flowers in their caps, My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed Into the staggers and the careless lapse God-den to your worship, good Captain James. He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue, Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord? In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. VI - "EBUTASTHERIPER" Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work. Such harmless creatures have a true respect That I were couching with the doctor's clerk. He lived from all attainder of suspect. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Prefix'd by Angelo: see this be done, Each one demand an answer to his part Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. VII - "SHOULDBYTIMEDE" Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Hearing applause and universal shout, Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Let in that amity which you have made; Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme. To find out practises of cunning hell, I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, My necessaries are embark'd. Farewell. Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, Did I impale him with the regal crown? Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. VIII - "CEASEHISTENDER" Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, Except some petty towns of no import: And punish them to your height of pleasure. Son to the queen, after his own report; Each jealous of the other, as the stung Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, I was provoked by her slanderous tongue, She that was ever fair and never proud, To follow Caesar in his triumph, since Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, Deserve as full as fortunate a bed Except it be to pray against thy foes. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. IX - "HEIRMIGHTBEARH" He was quick mettle when he went to school. Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Reply not to me with a fool-born jest; Mistress of passion, sways it to the mood If you do censure me by what you were, Give me some music; music, moody food Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: The ancient Roman honour more appears Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus? X - "ISMEMORYBUTTHO" I prattle out of fashion, and I dote So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Mocking the air with colours idly spread, Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. Your right of birth, your empery, your own. By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! Upon the next live creature that it sees. That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, There's a trim rabble let in: are all these Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, O that my prayers could such affection move! XI - "UCONTRACTEDTOT" Upon this business my appearance make Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; Or else my heart, concealing it, will break; Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. Comes this way to the melancholy vale, To leave that latest which concerns him first, Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff. Of either's colour was the other queen, True colours, and not ourselves be seen? XII - "HINEOWNBRIGHTE" His rudeness so with his authorized youth In whose comparison all whites are ink, Now will I charge you in the band of truth, Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Out of his subject; and we here dispatch Were it not pity that this goodly boy Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch: But now I lived, and life was death's annoy; Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. I rather wish you foes than hollow friends: Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.- He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! XIII - "YESFEEDSTTHYLI" You press me far, and therefore I will yield. Effect it with some care, that he may prove Seek Percy and thyself about the field: From his soft bosom never to remove, Early and late, debating to and fro England did never owe so sweet a hope, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance, The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips, Her brother is in secret come from France; You here at Milford-Haven with your ships: Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords. XIV - "GHTSTFLAMEWITH" Giving my verdict on the white rose side. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? To die upon the bed my father died, So tender of rebukes that words are strokes To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm. From south to west on wing soaring aloft, Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, A trusty villain, sir, that very oft, Might be a copy to these younger times; Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours That I have hoisted sail to all the winds He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. XV - "SELFSUBSTANTIA" Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Laid them before you; you would throw them off, For whom he now is banish'd, her own price Sometime 'tis mad and too much talk affords. Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? She that was ever fair and never proud, They know their master loves to be aloft, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Not very well; but I have met him oft; Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit I beseech your honour, one piece for me. And throw it thence into the raging sea! XVI - "LFUELMAKINGAFA" Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape For me, the gold of France did not seduce; Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. My lord, in the base court he doth attend And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend, Into one giant arm, it shall not force Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. Are of imagination all compact: For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop. And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! XVII - "MINEWHEREABUND" My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind. Nay, rather turn this day out of the week, Expect him here: when he shall come and find Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: How troublesome it sat upon my head: Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Receive the blood: and when that they are dead, Envy your great deservings and good name, Appear'd to me last night, for ne'er was dream But most himself, if he could see his shame. Unto another lady of esteem: Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound: Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? XVIII - "ANCELIESTHYSEL" As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust, Nor to comply with heat--the young affects Cries 'Excellent! 'tis Agamemnon just. Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! Is he so hasty that he doth suppose Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows To be of such a weak and silly mind How can the law forbid my tongue to curse? You not your child well loving, yet I find Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. XIX - "FTHYFOETOTHYSW" From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: Thy private feasting to a public fast, Here is your hand and seal for what I did. You must no more call it York-place, that's past; For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish lout, Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth, Empale him with your weapons round about; Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth, One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. To this great stage of fools. This' a good block. Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock Still live they and for ever may they last! Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. XX - "EETSELFTOOCRUE" Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Either thou art most ignorant by age, Look upon him, love him; he worships you. From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage To wife for Edward: if this news be true, Of noble blood in this declining land. O thou, the earthly author of my blood, Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste. Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. XXI - "LTHOUTHATARTNO" Likely in time to bless a regal throne. The blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves, Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Unto the climate that they point upon. The dead men's blood, the pining maidens groans, Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan. And I will kiss thy detestable bones Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again: Off with my boots, you rogues! you villains, when? XXII - "WTHEWORLDSFRES" When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand. Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost. His eye commends the leading to his hand; Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Whether I live or die, be you the sons Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Falstaff will learn the humour of the age, Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells: Enow to press a royal merchant down Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. XXIII - "HORNAMENTANDON" How smooth and even they do bear themselves! One step I have advanc'd thee. If thou dost Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; A vengeance on your crafty withered hide! My better angel is a man right fair, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. No rightful plea might plead for justice there: Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold. Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Now, fair one, does your business follow us? XXIV - "LYHERALDTOTHEG" Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn; You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest; He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. And to fulfil his prince' desire, Lean, rent and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! Doth too too oft betake him to retire, They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck O, now you look like Hubert! all this while Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen. XXV - "AUDYSPRINGWITH" A stand where you may make the fairest shoot. Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit. Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit? Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet, She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart, Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? In God's name and the king's, say who thou art Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Going to find a bare-foot brother out Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, It is thy business that I go about. The one by toil, the other to complain Here therefore for a while I will remain. XXVI - "INTHINEOWNBUDB" In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword. No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord: He was but as the cuckoo is in June, I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor, Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint Exposing what is mortal and unsure O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides Next to thyself and my young rover, he's Between whose endless jar justice resides, Upon the next live creature that it sees. Disguise the holy strength of their command, By most mechanical and dirty hand. XXVII - "URIESTTHYCONTE" Upon thy princely warrant, I descend Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; So thrive I in my dangerous attempt The law of friendship bids me to conceal; The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Came pouring, like the tide into a breach, O, that way madness lies; let me shun that! Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; To his most royal person, hither come Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? XXVIII - "NTANDTENDERCHU" Now keep your holy word: go meet the French, Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. And in that sea of blood my boy did drench Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, To sue to live, I find I seek to die; Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly, Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back-- Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! Coucheth the fowl below with his wings' shade, Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. XXIX - "RLMAKESTWASTEI" Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield, My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword And the device he bears upon his shield King Henry and the prince his son are gone: Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. The duke is made protector of the realm; Which he to seek of me again, perforce, A trusty villain, sir, that very oft, Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; They know their master loves to be aloft, Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. It made me laugh to see the villain run. XXX - "NNIGGARDINGPIT" No, no, I will not, having breath to cry: Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords It adds a precious seeing to the eye; Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords! Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word And be not peevish-fond in great designs. Rely upon it till my tale be heard, Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? It was your pleasure, and your own remorse; Neither entitled in the other's heart. Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart If it be made of penetrable stuff; Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough. XXXI - "YTHEWORLDORELS" You gave me this: but take it, sir, again. The world affords no law to make thee rich; He said the truth: and what said Surrey then? Eyes; and then they will endure handling, which We tread upon, and never think of it. Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep. Repair hither and say you are not fit. Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: Dumain transform'd! four woodcocks in a dish! Of all that I do know: nor know I aught Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum Shallow. A better instance, I say; come. XXXII - "ETHISGLUTTONBE" Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, That dims the honour of this warlike isle! Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like I do mistake my person all this while: Such an immodest raiment, if shame live Go back again, and be new beaten home? Love for thy love and hand for hand I give. Unless he do submit himself to Rome. That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm, To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, Or take his life there: this if she perform, No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much, Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth, England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. XXXIII - "TOEATTHEWORLDS" To tear and havoc more than she can eat. Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen! Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen: That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently, We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns, Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad! Razeth your cities and subverts your towns Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad? Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. XXXIV - "DUEBYTHEGRAVEA" Doth choke the air with dust: in, and prepare: Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. Be hang'd up for example at their doors: Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his And, Montague, come you this afternoon, Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: Even like a man new haled from the rack, And all they foul that thy complexion lack. XXXV - "NDTHEEWHENFORT" No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, Till he be dieted to my request, Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from Envy the great nor do the low despise. Never so little show of love to her, Faster than gnats in cobwebs; but her eyes,-- Of true sincerity? O, holy sir, Richard hath best deserved of all my sons. There were two honours lost, yours and your son's. XXXVI - "YWINTERSSHALLB" Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars What you must say; that he shall not perceive I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn; Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, Some one take order Buckingham be brought She is importunate, indeed distract. Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act Leap in with me into this angry flood, Let's levy men, and beat him back again. But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? XXXVII - "ESEIGETHYBROWA" Else you may be marvellously mistook. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more. Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. I found a friend, and sure as death I swore Go quick away; the story of my life England did never owe so sweet a hope, To the dark house and the detested wife. Have you perused the letters from the pope, Yourself again after yourself's decease, Be great in act, as you have been in thought; Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, O, what a noble combat hast thou fought Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! XXXVIII - "NDDIGDEEPTRENC" Not you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, Disdaining duty that to us belongs. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs; Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand: Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: Every man shift for all the rest, and Establish him in his true sense again, Perchance that envy of so rich a thing, That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown. Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Nor I cannot woo in festival terms. Come, come, you forward and unable worms! XXXIX - "HESINTHYBEAUTY" He is their god: he leads them like a thing England shall double gild his treble guilt; Succeed before the younger, I am king. Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt, Nor will not. Come, bring me unto my chance. That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince, How wildly then walks my estate in France! Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince; Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so. England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. And I in all unwillingness will go. Untimely storms make men expect a dearth. That nightly lie in those unproper beds Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! XL - "SFIELDTHYYOUTH" Summon a parley; we will talk with him. Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams. I know this act shows horrible and grim. Extremity still urgeth such extremes. Let not the jealous Day behold that face Done to me, undeserving as I am, To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, Your voice shall be as strong as any man's You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from-- On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Unfurnish me of reason. They are come. Thy private feasting to a public fast, Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past. XLI - "SPROUDLIVERYSO" So may the outward shows be least themselves: Put not another sin upon my head, Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves Of her confine. You should be rul'd, and led Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak. Did you by indirect and forced courses Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke Is Lucius general of the forces? Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. End in one purpose, and be all well borne Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, Shall have more vices than it had before, Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore. XLII - "GAZEDONNOWWILL" Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye And leave those woes alone which I alone Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I Enough to purchase what you have made known. Death: her death itself, which could not be her Or else my heart, concealing it, will break; Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir! No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales. Weeping again the king my father's wreck, When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails I took a costly jewel from my neck, Like Turk to Christian. Women's gentle brain Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. XLIII - "BEATATTERDWEED" Besides, his soul's fair temple is defaced; End in one purpose, and be all well borne And manners, to intrude where I am graced; These few days' wonder will be quickly worn. And so I was; which plainly signified The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Thou nobly base, they basely dignified; Except some petty towns of no import: Reproach is stamp'd in Collatinus' face, Door would speak with you: he says he comes from Well may I get aboard! This is the chase: Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord? XLIV - "OFSMALLWORTHHE" Of these thy compounds on such creatures as For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, She throws forth Tarquin's name; 'He, he,' she says, Matter against me; and his eye reviled All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Leave wringing of your hands. Peace! sit you down Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath What, will you walk with me about the town, Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale? Haste, signify so much; while we attend, Either of you to be the other's end. XLV - "LDTHENBEINGASK" Love me or love me not, I like the cap; Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, No, my good lords, it is not that offends; Breaking his oath and resolution like Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, If any such be here--as God forbid!-- No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did; And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop; Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain. XLVI - "DWHEREALLTHYBE" Do, as a monster fly my presence thus. When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim He hath some message to deliver us. Err'd in this point which now you censure him, Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Even so void is your false heart of truth. Ay me! I fell; and yet do question make Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Then let confusion of one part confirm Had you not been their father, these white flakes Yet their own authors faithfully affirm Behoves it us to labour for the realm. Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. XLVII - "AUTYLIESWHEREA" As one that surfeits thinking on a want. Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. To meet me at the consecrated fount You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves! Lend me your knees, and all my life to come Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange, Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? So much complexion? Look ye, how they change! Were equal poise of sin and charity. He is wit's pedler, and retails his wares Enfeoff'd himself to popularity; Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, Either of king or council, when you went And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent. XLVIII - "LLTHETREASUREO" Latter end of a play, before the duke: Live, like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets, Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report Under whose government come they along? Rather than bloody war shall cut them short, Envy your great deservings and good name, Or whether revolution be the same. XLIX - "FTHYLUSTYDAYST" Further I say and further will maintain To fall in love with him; but, for my part, He is attended with a desperate train, Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art; Let him be ransom'd: never master had Upon this spotted and inconstant man. Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span: Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself Dear amity and everlasting love. Antony call; I see him rouse himself Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove: See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. They join and shoot their foam at Simois' banks. L - "OSAYWITHINTHIN" O, sure I am, the wits of former days Since she respects my mistress' love so much. An't please your grace, here my commission stays, You have received your griefs; nor are they such When others would give life and bring a tomb. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. That ever spider twisted from her womb Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye I am ambitious for a motley coat. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot I am his king, and he should bow his knee; Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee. LI - "EOWNDEEPSUNKEN" Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Or shall we think the subtle-witted French What cannot be eschew'd must be embraced. Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick: Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, Unless his noble mother, and his wife; Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Nor to his service no such joy on earth. LII - "EYESWEREANALLE" Even or odd, of all days in the year, Your father's sickness is a maim to us. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus, Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us, Early and late, debating to and fro Reviving blood, and that great men shall press Ere once she can discharge one word of woe: And keep invention in a noted weed, Not knowing them until we know their grave: A cousin-german to great Priam's seed; Let him have time against himself to rave, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. England ne'er had a king until his time. LIII - "ATINGSHAMEANDT" All the charactery of my sad brows: Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, In no less working than are swords and bows Now, as I can remember, by my troth, Gather the sequel by that went before. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war; Affection's edge in me, were she as rough My substance should be statue in thy stead. Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange As this hath made me. Who was he that said No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords, The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords. LIV - "HRIFTLESSPRAIS" Had all your quarters been as safely kept Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. I know thy constellation is right apt For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath England ne'er had a king until his time. So the poor chicken should be sure of death. Since you did leave it for my office, sir. Propinquity and property of blood, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were And, lo, there falls into thy boundless flood If you would walk in absence of the sun. She locks her lily fingers one in one. LV - "EHOWMUCHMOREPR" Early and late, debating to and fro How many things by season season'd are O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, Must be provided for: and you shall put Under what colour he commits this ill. Consisting equally of horse and foot; Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will. May I with right and conscience make this claim? Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- Eyes; and then they will endure handling, which Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons, Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! LVI - "AISEDESERVEDTH" Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born. It is a bawdy planet, that will strike So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, Extinguishing his conduct in this case; Rather than have false Proteus rescue me. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Environed with a wilderness of sea, Demanding of King Henry's life and death, To have his sight thither and back again. Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men? LVII - "YBEAUTYSUSEIFT" Your son shall have my daughter with consent. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Either of king or council, when you went Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Sleeping or waking must I still prevail, Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; So slight a valuation, should reserve Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak: This blended knight, half Trojan and half Greek. LVIII - "HOUCOULDSTANSW" Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows. Out of his subject; and we here dispatch Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Could trammel up the consequence, and catch O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, She bears a duke's revenues on her back, Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us! At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack, Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus! Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing! LIX - "ERTHISFAIRCHIL" Excited me to treason: their dear loss, Remove your siege from my unyielding heart; The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part, I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm; From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: And all the peers and nobles of the realm Into the good thoughts of the world again, Refuse you for my judge; whom, yet once more, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain; Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? Your Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. Lightens my humour with his merry jests. LX - "DOFMINESHALLSU" Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Filling the air with swords advanced and darts, My lords, at once: the cause why we are met I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen. Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march, And like a lowly lover down she kneels; Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. LXI - "MMYCOUNTANDMAK" Myself, as far as I could well discern Merrily, merrily shall I live now Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; Clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake, Upon the farthest earth removed from thee; No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. The sight whereof I think you had from me, And force the tyrant from his seat by war. Not like to me, or any of my kin, Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar My best endeavours shall be done herein. And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight: Know you this ring? this ring was his of late. LXII - "EMYOLDEXCUSEPR" Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con Or wilt thou sleep? We'll have thee to a couch Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor, Excepting one, I would he were the best eXposing what is mortal and unsure Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise; Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails Shall it for shame be spoken in these days, Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. Redeeming time when men think least I will. LXIII - "OVINGHISBEAUTY" O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: I am resolved; 'tis but a three years' fast: Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says Good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; So should that beauty which you hold in lease Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves. Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. Upon the brook that brawls along this wood! To teach you gamut in a briefer sort, You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. LXIV - "BYSUCCESSIONTH" By strangling thee in her accursed womb You have received your griefs; nor are they such Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? Unless I flatter with myself too much. Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips. Cannot stand under them: if you omit Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: So many guests invite as here are writ. She either gives a stomach and no food- If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! Now, now, you stars that move in your right spheres, To make confession and to be absolved. How he received you, let me be resolved. LXV - "INETHISWERETOB" I would, while it was smiling in my face, Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Either withdraw unto some private place, Their herald is a pretty knavish page, He hath a kind of honour sets him off, I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough When I behold the violet past prime, Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods Establish him in his true sense again, This and my food are equals; there's no odds: Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. But that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar. LXVI - "ENEWMADEWHENTH" Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans, Expect him here: when he shall come and find Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back. Each in his office ready at thy beck. Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black. Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while. Here at the palace I will rest awhile. LXVII - "OUARTOLDANDSEE" O, well did he become that lion's robe Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; And make a sop of all this solid globe: Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- To Scotland; and concludes in hearty prayers Of such as have before endured the like. Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike And in this brainish apprehension kills Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans, Driving back shadows over louring hills: Sharp misery had worn him to the bones: Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: End in a word: such is the breath of kings. LXVIII - "THYBLOODWARMWH" That proof is call'd impossibility. Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, Your worth, your greatness and nobility. But in the onset come; so shall I taste Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home, Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, My friends of noble touch, when I am forth, Whether I live or die, be you the sons He has no children. All my pretty ones? LXIX - "ENTHOUFEELSTIT" Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Now am I like that proud insulting ship That ever wretched age hath look'd upon. Her father hath commanded her to slip O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast: Fortunes: his grace hath made the match, and an Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Each Trojan that is master of his heart, List his discourse of war, and you shall hear Some nobler token I have kept apart That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, Tell me wherein have I offended most? LXX - "COLDLOOKINTHYG" Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: Lay hold upon him: if he do resist, Over one shoulder doth she hang her head; Our archers shall be placed in the midst Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed; I do beseech your lordship, call her back. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack, Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command, Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again; Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. LXXI - "LASSANDTELLTHE" Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache, A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth, Sayest thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make She said so: I must needs report the truth. And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast, Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: Let it fall rather, though the fork invade That thou mightst think upon these by the seal, Hang on her temples like a golden fleece; Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. LXXII - "FACETHOUVIEWES" For long agone I have forgot to court; Another flap-mouth'd mourner, black and grim, Came from the north and thus it did import: Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give O cunning, how I got it!--nay, some marks Unless thou swear to me my child shall live. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; I would entreat you rather to put on Expect your highness' doom of life or death. Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Still did I tell him it was vile and bad. LXXIII - "TNOWISTHETIMET" Thou dost approve thyself the very same: No, not a word; how can I grace my talk, One drunkard loves another of the name. Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk. If I depart from thee, I cannot live; Say that I wish he never find more cause Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give Have banged the youth into dumbness. This was Even like a man new haled from the rack, To foster it, nor ever to preserve. I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back. Many dream not to find, neither deserve, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. These present-absent with swift motion slide. LXXIV - "HATFACESHOULDF" Hath drawn him from his own determined aid, And bless it to all fair prosperity: That is to see how deep my grave is made; From open haunts and popularity. And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd my child: Each opposite that blanks the face of joy So sober-sad, so weary, and so mild, How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this? O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds? For his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds? LXXV - "ORMANOTHERWHOS" Only my blood speaks to you in my veins; Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; My strength can give you: then no more remains, As if the world were all dissolved to tears, Not letting it decline on the declined, Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, How smooth and even they do bear themselves! Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What Ready to catch each other by the throat, Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut How love makes young men thrall and old men dote; Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen! Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean? LXXVI - "EFRESHREPAIRIF" Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here, Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks, Even or odd, of all days in the year, Such childish humour from weak minds proceeds: Her inclination, let him not leave out Record it with your high and worthy deeds: Empale him with your weapons round about; Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. And therefore to your fair no painting set; I would not yield to be your house's guest; Rome shall record, and when I do forget I and ten thousand in this luckless realm Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! LXXVII - "NOWTHOUNOTRENE" Not three hours' travel from this very place. On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale, What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face; Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale How were they lost? what treachery was used? Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain: Upon the instant that she was accused, Nor can one England brook a double reign, Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! LXXVIII - "WESTTHOUDOSTBE" With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves To endless date of never-ending woes? This 'once again,' but that your highness pleased, He would quickly have the gift of a grave. Only be patient till we have appeased Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Death is the fairest cover for her shame O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile, Since thou couldst not defend thy loyal dame, Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle, Be happy that my arms are out of use: Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. LXXIX - "GUILETHEWORLDU" Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept, I from my mistress come to you in post; Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept, Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. What, what? first praise me and again say no? Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow Live, and beget a happy race of kings! Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, Upon the brook that brawls along this wood! LXXX - "NBLESSSOMEMOTH" Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. Barkloughly castle call they this at hand? Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save, Every man shift for all the rest, and Save base authority from others' books She marking them begins a wailing note She touch'd no unknown baits, nor fear'd no hooks; On such a full sea are we now afloat; My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould Early and late, debating to and fro May you a better feast never behold, Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, Take up this mangled matter at the best: His soul and body to their lasting rest. LXXXI - "ERFORWHEREISSH" Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Retaining but a quantity of life, From top of honour to disgrace's feet? Of my consent that she should be your wife. Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Where money is, and I no question make He hath refused it in the open court: England we love; and for that England's sake Resembles that it was. What it should be, Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, I prithee, lady, go away with me. Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak: So offers he to give what she did crave; He would quickly have the gift of a grave. LXXXII - "ESOFAIRWHOSEUN" Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass Few come within the compass of my curse,-- And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch Raze out the written troubles of the brain Without the sensible and true avouch How would it fare with your departed souls? Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Exception bid him speak, and at this time Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death; Never did mockers waste more idle breath. LXXXIII - "EARDWOMBDISDAI" Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive And unperceived fly with the filth away; Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Death, desolation, ruin and decay: Whiles the big year, swoln with some other grief, O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Besides the things that we have heard and seen, Do not infest your mind with beating on I must needs say you have a little fault: Surely, by all the glory you have won, Duke of Alencon, this was your default, And precious phrase by all the Muses filed. I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child? LXXXIV - "NSTHETILLAGEOF" Naming thy name blesses an ill report. Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, That down fell both the Ram's horns in the court; He sent me hither, stranger as I am, Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm, Is not a single doom; in the name lay Levy great sums of money through the realm Laid any scruple in your way, which might A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight. Esteem him as a lamb, being compared O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir; Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. LXXXV - "THYHUSBANDRYOR" To eat those little darlings whom they loved. He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved. He dies that touches any of this fruit Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Saucy and overbold? How did you dare Beloved of me- and that my deeds shall prove. A sunny look of his would soon repair Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all; Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike Remember whom you are to cope withal; Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike, O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent Repair'd with double riches of content. LXXXVI - "WHOISHESOFONDW" Why, this is to have a name in great men's He apprehends a world of figures here, Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends. I am not married, Caesar: let me hear Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die. How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that Eating the air and promise of supply, Some, that are mad if they behold a cat; O, deeper sin than bottomless conceit For going on death's net, whom none resist. Of his profession, that his good receipt Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. LXXXVII - "ILLBETHETOMBOF" I do assure thee, father, so it is. Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Breaking his oath and resolution like Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? This gentleman of mine hath served me long: Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Being in night, all this is but a dream, O, know, sweet love, I always write of you, Fair payment for foul words is more than due. LXXXVIII - "HISSELFLOVETOS" He that knows better how to tame a shrew, I send it through the rivers of your blood, Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you. Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood. Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Like to the earth swallow her own increase. Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Or less,--at first?--perchance he spoke not, but, Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What This murder had not come into my mind: Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, Shall in procession sing her endless praise. LXXXIX - "TOPPOSTERITYTH" The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats! Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence: Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, So much complexion? Look ye, how they change! The second and the third, nine, and some five; Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells: It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, That you shall say my cunning drift excels. Your infants in your arms, and there have sat That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg He has some reason, else he could not beg. XC - "OUARTTHYMOTHER" Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings; Upon his face an ocean of salt tears, As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings. Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, That from my first have been inclined to thrift; The which thou once didst bend against her breast, Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift Yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? Methought he bore him in the thickest troop Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk That the probation bear no hinge nor loop Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work? Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. XCI - "SGLASSANDSHEIN" She is content to be at your command; Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief, Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand. A law-breaker, a villain: yield thee, thief. Seek for thy noble father in the dust. She melted into air. Affrighted much, As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust, No glory lives behind the back of such. Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord? Should many people, under two commands, Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, England, impatient of your just demands, I did so, and went further, which is now Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow. XCII - "THEECALLSBACKT" Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse: Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice, Aaron and thou look down into this den, Let music sound while he doth make his choice; Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Since Rome herself in them doth stand disgraced, Blood and destruction shall be so in use And with your blood and it I'll make a paste, Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news. Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath. XCIII - "HELOVELYAPRILO" He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold: Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Lo, by my truth, the instrument is cold Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you now: You never had a servant to whose trust And cannot brook competitors in love? Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made Lest we remember still that we have none. O, my good lord, yonder's foul murders done! XCIV - "FHERPRIMESOTHO" From your encounter, then they light on us. Have faculty by nature to subsist; Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Rather than so, come fate into the list. Put not another sin upon my head, Rather than Paris. These are news indeed! If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Edward and York; then haply she will weep: So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, To make this banquet; which I wish may prove Honour and virtue and conversed with such O, speak no more, for I have heard too much. XCV - "UTHROUGHWINDOW" Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. That likewise have we thought upon, and thus: Haply when they have judged me fast asleep, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us Out of his subject; and we here dispatch Upon the next live creature that it sees. Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. He that unbuckles this, till we do please Which for this nineteen years we have let slip; I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Now am I like that proud insulting ship Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, O, that the slave had forty thousand lives! Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. XCVI - "SOFTHINEAGESHA" So help me God, as I dissemble not! One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods For parting us,--O, is it all forgot? That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere I must confess your offer is the best; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; God, God forgive us all! Look after her; Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- Have torn their souls by turning them from us, And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. XCVII - "LLSEEDESPITEOF" Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss. Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; Else you may be marvellously mistook. Deep woes roll forward like a gentle flood, Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret, If that an eye may profit by a tongue, The petty streams that pay a daily debt Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. Of my consent that she should be your wife. For aye austerity and single life. XCVIII - "WRINKLESTHISTH" Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand! Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, In this self-place where now we mean to stand. No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Leaving free things and happy shows behind; Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Some purer chest to close so pure a mind. This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid, How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not In dreadful secrecy impart they did, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. To lay on me a cruelty, by taking He speaks not like a man of God's making. XCIX - "YGOLDENTIMEBUT" You are as fond of grief as of your child. Go therefore, tell thy master here I am; Of Alcibiades the approaches wild, Let me have open means to come to them, Do not abuse my master's bounty by Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Near and on speedy foot. The main descry The baby figure of the giant mass I have a father, you a daughter, lost. Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract; Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Between these woolly breeders in the act, Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. C - "IFTHOULIVEREME" If to have done the thing you gave in charge For whom he now is banish'd, her own price This packet, please it you, contains at large. He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales, Values itself so highly that to her Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Romeo, that she were, O, that she were Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Moist it again, and frame some feeling line Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. CI - "MBERDNOTTOBEDI" Marking the embarked traders on the flood, Because that I am little, like an ape, England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news? O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Though my gross blood be stain'd with this abuse, The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy Of the great count himself, she is too mean Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? I could marry this wench for this device. CII - "ESINGLEANDTHIN" End in one purpose, and be all well borne Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: It were no match, your nail against his horn. Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, Great grief grieves most at that would do it good; Love is your master, for he masters you: Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, And do invite you to my sister's view, No, my good lords, it is not that offends; Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill Tell her I send to her my kind commends; Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill: I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. CIII - "EIMAGEDIESWITH" Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. My father is gone wild into his grave, And a true lover of the holy church. Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house? Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: If with a lady of so high resolve Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, What means that hand upon that breast of thine? It to be stirr'd; but oft have hinder'd, oft, The people will accept whom he admits. Have scared thy husband from the use of wits. CIV - "THEEUNTHRIFTYL" Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong; Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue Else had she with her father rang'd along. Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy strength, Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her. To eke it and to draw it out in length, How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, If he had spoke, the wolf would leave his prey For I will board her though she chide as loud To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife, Lives in these touches, livelier than life. CV - "OVELINESSWHYDO" On a dissension of a doit, break out Virtue he had, deserving to command: Empale him with your weapons round about; Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never! Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, You're overthrown, you're undone for ever! Deserves your hate; and your affections are O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar! CVI - "STTHOUSPENDUPO" Shall touch the people--which time shall not want, The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours To meet me at the consecrated fount He held me last night at least nine hours O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John? Upon a fearful summons. I have heard She is a woman, therefore may be won; Peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns-- Upon the like devotion as yourselves, Prove you that any man with me conversed Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. CVII - "NTHYSELFTHYBEA" Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief The goodness of the night upon you, friends! His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief You envy my advancement and my friends': She married. O, most wicked speed, to post Even for this let us divided live, Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host, For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive That darkness does the face of earth entomb, He might have bought me at a common price: You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb By such invention as I can devise? Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, A god in love, to whom I am confined. CVIII - "UTYSLEGACYNATU" Upon their ancient malice will forget To make a shaking fever in your walls, Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans. All our love is lost, for Love is dead Can justly praise but what he does affect: Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne Nor construe any further my neglect, A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn! That ever-valiant and approved Scot, Uneven is the course, I like it not. CIX - "RESBEQUESTGIVE" Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to jest, But the free comfort which from thence he hears, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Each flower moisten'd like a melting eye; Son, list to this conjunction, make this match; To lay on me a cruelty, by taking Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. I am supposed dead: the army breaking, Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Else you may be marvellously mistook. CX - "SNOTHINGBUTDOT" Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome. Never, O never shall I see more joy! O husband, God doth know you dined at home; The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy He bears the sentence well that nothing bears If not, the end of life cancels all bands; Niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks! there's Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. By how much better than my word I am, Under your good correction, I have seen, Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand Tell me, was he arrested on a band? CXI - "HLENDANDBEINGF" Have any resting for her true king's queen. Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak! Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds: Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, But that I hope some good conceit of thine England is safe, if true within itself? I understand thy kisses and thou mine, Nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself Grew a companion to the common streets, Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats? CXII - "RANKSHELENDSTO" Rely upon it till my tale be heard, Against your peace: Love doth approach disguised, Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word: Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advised Shall be applied. For us, we will resign, How can the law forbid my tongue to curse? Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Did I impale him with the regal crown? Some high, some low, the painter was so nice; The world hath noted, and your name is great Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. CXIII - "THOSEAREFREETH" That the fixed sentinels almost receive Have sent to thee, to receive the meed of O miracle of men!--him did you leave-- Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; Either be gone before the watch be set, As you are great, be pitifully good: Rome shall record, and when I do forget Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, For still temptation follows where thou art. Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Each Trojan that is master of his heart, England we love; and for that England's sake The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. CXIV - "ENBEAUTEOUSNIG" Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard No more pains for those thanks than you took pains Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word. Endue you with the people's voice: remains As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks-- Under that bond that him as fast doth bind. That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes, Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, O, very well; I have perus'd the note. Under her other was the tender boy, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy Is as a meeting of the petty gods, God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. CXV - "GARDWHYDOSTTHO" Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you? As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence? When Talbot hath set footing once in France He should have had a volume of farewells; You that look pale and tremble at this chance, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look? There stay until the twelve celestial signs Ten years are spent since first he undertook He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends. CXVI - "UABUSETHEBOUNT" Until her husband and my lord's return: As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn. Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift, Salutes each other with each other's form; Employ'd you where high profits might come home, To help King Edward in his time of storm, Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome; Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? But so it is- my haste doth call me hence, O, thou didst prophesy the time would come Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Nor shall this peace sleep with her: but as when There's some great matter she'ld employ me in. CXVII - "EOUSLARGESSGIV" England we love; and for that England's sake Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours Upon this business my appearance make So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host, And found such fair assistance in my verse Receiving them from such a worthless post. Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: Each Trojan that is master of his heart, See, see; here comes the man we went to seek. Some nobler token I have kept apart Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak. In the end of autumn turned to the rams, Verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs? CXVIII - "ENTHEETOGIVEPR" Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, No, that you shall not, till you take her hand This might have been prevented and made whole How many be commanded that command! Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. Egregious murderer, thief, any thing To wag their high tops and to make no noise, One way or other, she is for a king; Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight. It boots not to resist both wind and tide. Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life. Render me worthy of this noble wife! CXIX - "OFITLESSUSURER" Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen For I have heard him say a thousand times If this division chance, ne'er stood between, The world and my great office will sometimes Last, and as much containing as all these, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall! Unapt for tender smell or speedy flight, Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: Upon the heavy middle of the night Remove these thoughts from you: the which before Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! CXX - "WHYDOSTTHOUUSE" Whose height commands as subject all the vale, How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? You love the breeder better than the male. Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke; O, what a mansion have those vices got Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. That in the ocean seeks another drop, He hath not told us of the captain yet: Of any king's in Europe. I do think Upon their ancient malice will forget Under love's heavy burden do I sink. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! CXXI - "SOGREATASUMOFS" She is hard by with twenty thousand men; Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan Go get thee hence, and find my dog again, Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man. Except some petty towns of no import: And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop; To walk where any honest man resort. And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! Such harmless creatures have a true respect Up to the rowel-head; and starting so, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? CXXII - "UMSYETCANSTNOT" Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride So doth the swan her downy cygnets save, You understand me- over and beside Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. To foster it, nor ever to preserve. Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve. No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope Saith that the world hath ending with thy life. Though palaces and pyramids do slope Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; That we may know the traitors and the truth! CXXIII - "LIVEFORHAVINGT" Let me entreat, for I command no more, I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Exposing what is mortal and unsure For I am sick and capable of fears, O that my prayers could such affection move! Relish your nimble notes to pleasing ears; Hath left me, and I desperate now approve At least into a jealousy so strong Very hardly upon such a subject. It may be right; but you are i' the wrong Nothing is good, I see, without respect: Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. Take thou that too, with multiplying bans! CXXIV - "RAFFICWITHTHYS" Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, And chase the native beauty from his cheek Free speech and fearless I to thee allow. For in this rapture I shall surely speak In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, Comes this way to the melancholy vale, With other princes that may best be spared, I do obey thee till I give thee bail. These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; Have made to thy command? I, her? her blood? To the ambassadors of England gives Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, So much as of a thought of ill in him. CXXV - "ELFALONETHOUOF" Early and late, debating to and fro Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt: For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go; And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt Long die thy happy days before thy death; O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Extremity of griefs would make men mad; The mere despair of surgery, he cures, His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes; On this side my hand, and on that side yours. Upon whose faith and honour I repose. Or the light loss of England for a friend: Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. CXXVI - "THYSELFTHYSWEE" Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I He's walking in the garden--thus; and spurns You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns. Even for this let us divided live, Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, For your good host. Pray that the right may thrive. Till manly shame bids him possess his breath How were I then uplifted! but, alas! Yet, if my lord will marry,--if you will, sir, Still live they and for ever may they last! Was of more danger, did compound for her Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. CXXVII - "TSELFDOSTDECEI" The king was slily finger'd from the deck! So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge Each in his office ready at thy beck. Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, For they are actions that a man might play; Deceived in thy integrity, deceived Open your gates and gives the victors way. Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; Than words can witness or your thoughts can guess. Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Is my apparel sumptuous to behold? CXXVIII - "VETHENHOWWHENN" Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; To follow me and praise my eyes and face? How high a pitch his resolution soars! Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Nay, but ask my opinion too of that. Haply when they have judged me fast asleep, O me, with what strict patience have I sat, Well-a-day, we could scarce help ourselves. When Caesar and your brother were at blows, How smooth and even they do bear themselves! Except it be to pray against thy foes. Naming thy name blesses an ill report. Not having that, which, having, makes them short. CXXIX - "ATURECALLSTHEE" As with a club, dash out my desperate brains? That know the strong'st and surest way to get. Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins: Rome shall record, and when I do forget Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own; A precious thing: I had it from the queen. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan. Lives in the English court, and is received Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. Her hair, like golden threads, play'd with her breath; Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Else would I very shortly see thee there. CXXX - "TOBEGONEWHATAC" The violence of either thee becomes, O happiness enjoy'd but of a few! But, noble as he is, look where he comes. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you: Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return. Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn Establish him in his true sense again, What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? Have you perused the letters from the pope, And at her heels a huge infectious troop The action of good women: there is hope And let her read it in thy looks at board: Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord? CXXXI - "CEPTABLEAUDITC" Can I go forward when my heart is here? Ere further leisure yield them further means Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear, To be depender on a thing that leans, As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note; By law and process of great nature thence Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. And when the fit was on him, I did mark Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Did ever raven sing so like a lark, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, That droops his sapless branches to the ground; Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound. CXXXII - "ANSTTHOULEAVET" As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, So are those crisped snaky golden locks The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, That wear upon your virgin branches yet He has no children. All my pretty ones? One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons! Look to my house. I am right loath to go: Either to die the death or to abjure And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? Values itself so highly that to her Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard The king is full of grace and fair regard. CXXXIII - "HYUNUSEDBEAUTY" His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. Egregious murderer, thief, any thing Dead, sure; and this his grave. What's on this tomb Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue Else had she with her father rang'd along. And leaves it to be master'd by his young; Under whose colours he had fought so long. That tremble at the imagination? You were of our determination! CXXXIV - "MUSTBETOMBDWIT" Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye, Upon my death the French can little boast; So sure I swear to get the town or die. The queen is coming with a puissant host; Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs, Establish him in his true sense again, That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock, Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock; What, is the jay more precious than the lark I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace, Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place. CXXXV - "HTHEEWHICHUSED" Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on, Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use, Have hent the gates, and very near upon Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Which here appeareth due upon the bond. He has no children. All my pretty ones? I laugh to see your ladyship so fond Come, go with me. I will go seek the King. Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring, So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense. CXXXVI - "LIVESTHEXECUTO" Long die thy happy days before thy death; I do obey thee till I give thee bail. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? Th'art a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, eXcuse not silence so; for't lies in thee England, impatient of your just demands, Cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be Unless they seek for hatred at my hands; That such a thing bechanced would make me sad? Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad! CXXXVII - "RTOBETHOSEHOUR" Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. Than pity to our prayers. Down: an end; O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed, But let me hear the letter of your friend. Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, That stout Pendragon in his litter sick His antidotes are poison, and he slays Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Her pretty action did outsell her gift, Of all treasons, we still see them reveal Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? CXXXVIII - "STHATWITHGENTL" Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: That give you cause to prove my saying true. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; To see her noble lord restor'd to health, We have strict statutes and most biting laws. I once did lend my body for his wealth; Till he behold them form'd in the applause Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! No glory lives behind the back of such. To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. CXXXIX - "EWORKDIDFRAMET" Extremity of griefs would make men mad; We, poising us in her defective scale, O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within, I had a wound here that was like a T, Draws on apace; four happy days bring in For through the painter must you see his skill, Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem As one relying on your lordship's will My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream. Even or odd, of all days in the year, That should have murdered Bassianus here. CXL - "HELOVELYGAZEWH" Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up, Levied an army, weening to redeem O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Exist, and be a member of his love Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove: Go get you gone, and let the papers lie: Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold? Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Which yet from her by no means can I get. He's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet. CXLI - "EREEVERYEYEDOT" Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Richer than that which four successive kings Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, You have the honey still, but these the gall; Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Yet who's so blind, but says he sees it not? Employ'd you where high profits might come home, Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot Or we are Romans and will give you that The mighty sender, doth he prize you at. CXLII - "HDWELLWILLPLAY" Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arrived? Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, Whose minister you are, whiles here he lived Engaging and redeeming of himself Let's choose executors and talk of wills: Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills I love thee, and it is my love that speaks-- Leave your crisp channels and on this green land Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Look on her, mark her well; be but about And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye You heard her say herself, it was not I. CXLIII - "THETYRANTSTOTH" To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre, Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. The blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves, Having my country's peace and brothers' loves. CXLIV - "EVERYSAMEANDTH" Each hath his place and function to attend: Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm; Against my lady's kingdom: 'tis enough Madam, I am protector of the realm; Either they must be dieted like mules And, being troubled with a raging tooth, Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Their warlike fraughtage: now on Dardan plains Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. CXLV - "ATUNFAIRWHICHF" About surrender up of Aquitaine Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape. For I am almost ready to dissolve, And in this brainish apprehension kills If with a lady of so high resolve Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills What nearer debt in all humanity Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, If I were much in love with vanity! Call'd to that audit by advised respects; Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine: For it depends upon that love of thine. CXLVI - "AIRLYDOTHEXCEL" Adonis painted by a running brook, I'ld have you do it ever: when you sing, Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. Letters of commendations to the king. You told how Diomed, a whole week by days, Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. Or one encompass'd with a winding maze, Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me; He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, eXcept some petty towns of no import: Cries 'Excellent! 'tis Agamemnon just. Enfeoff'd himself to popularity; Leaving thee living in posterity? CXLVII - "FORNEVERRESTIN" Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, Of all my buried ancestors are packed: Remember whom you are to cope withal; Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king, Values itself so highly that to her Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring Romeo, that she were, O, that she were Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Some messenger betwixt me and the peers; The purposes I bear; which are, or cease, I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. CXLVIII - "GTIMELEADSSUMM" Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear: Thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king I would not for half Troy have you seen here. My Lord Chatillon may from England bring, Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Excels whatever yet you look'd upon A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, Do outrage and displeasure to himself? So I were out of prison and kept sheep, Shall I forget myself to be myself? Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. Mistakes that aim and cleaves an infant's heart. My wit untrain'd in any kind of art. CXLIX - "ERONTOHIDEOUSW" Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Return, return, and make thy love amends. O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet. No, my good lords, it is not that offends; Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith. O insupportable and touching loss! How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, Did move your greatness and this noble state Earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be O any thing, of nothing first create! Unto a woman, happy but for me, She throws her eyes about the painting round, Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground! CL - "INTERANDCONFOU" If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; Nor lose the good advantage of his grace To creatures stern sad tunes, to change their kinds: Either withdraw unto some private place, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! And as one shifts, another straight ensues: Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, Commend me to my brother: soon at night O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain; O husband, God doth know you dined at home; Unless he do submit himself to Rome. CLI - "NDSHIMTHERESAP" No! why? When he that is my husband now Did I impale him with the regal crown? Say 'pardon,' king; let pity teach thee how: He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; I do beweep to many simple gulls March sadly after; grace my mournings here; The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls. Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near Expect him here: when he shall come and find Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll Entreated me to call and know her mind: Show duty, as mistaken all this while And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, Please you draw near. Louder the music there! CLII - "CHEQUEDWITHFRO" Can truly say he gives, if he receives: How like the prodigal doth she return, Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves, Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern: Uneven is the course, I like it not. Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Dispatch! The room where they supp'd is too hot; Who in this dull and long-continued truce In having much, torments us with defect The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets He lived from all attainder of suspect. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! CLIII - "STANDLUSTYLEAV" Suppose within the girdle of these walls To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls, No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep Did gage them both in an unjust behalf, Let's take the instant by the forward top; Upon his palm!--How now, you wanton calf! Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, That some would sing, some other in their bills Yea, twice the sum: if that will not suffice, Let's choose executors and talk of wills: Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice A proof of strength she could not publish more, Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? CLIV - "ESQUITEGONEBEA" Each one demand an answer to his part See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; Unto another lady of esteem: I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast. To him that bears the strong offence's cross. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss Other offenders we will pause upon. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, But not so citizen a wanton as Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. A son of mine, which long I have not seen. CLV - "UTYOERSNOWDAND" Under your testy humour? By the gods Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Yields up his life unto a world of odds: Of her or you, having proceeded but Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape. One knight loves both, and both in thee remain. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. All preparation for a bloody siege No masque to-night: the wind is come about; Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? CLVI - "BARENESSEVERYW" Be left her to perform. Come, follow us; And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Reviving blood, and that great men shall press Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross She did disdain my child, and stood between Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: England we love; and for that England's sake Ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune? What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon? CLVII - "HERETHENWERENO" Having been well, that would have made me sick, Eater of youth, false slave to false delight, Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne Whom best I love I cross; to make my gift, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift Every man shift for all the rest, and No, my good lord; I met him back again. Off with my boots, you rogues! you villains, when? CLVIII - "TSUMMERSDISTIL" That I should fear to die? Therefore proceed. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed, My blood begins my safer guides to rule; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, Extorted treasure in the womb of earth Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost. Seems more than we shall find it: were it good Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, If you go on thus, you will kill yourself: Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. CLIX - "LATIONLEFTALIQ" Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul. And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, One friend to take his fortune by the arm, Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Like to a tenement or pelting farm: Envy your great deservings and good name, First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; The napless vesture of humility; Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Losing both beauty and utility. If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! CLX - "UIDPRISONERPEN" Upon her head a platted hive of straw, I prophesied France will be lost ere long. Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw, Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! I'ld play incessantly upon these jades, Sent your worship a morning's draught of sack. Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Even in the presence of the crowned king. Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like. Perchance that envy of so rich a thing, End in one purpose, and be all well borne No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn. CLXI - "TINWALLSOFGLAS" To drink small beer: all the realm shall be in If they hold when their ladies bid 'em clap. Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap, And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, Leave wringing of your hands. Peace! sit you down Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown, Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, For who lived king, but I could dig his grave? Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; Let him have time a beggar's orts to crave, All preparation for a bloody siege Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege. CLXII - "SBEAUTYSEFFECT" Shall never leak, though it do work as strong But there's but one in all doth hold his place: Else had she with her father rang'd along. And the red rose blush at her own disgrace, Upon whose faith and honour I repose. The moist impediments unto my speech, You may my glories and my state depose, See what I do deliver out to each, Each one demand an answer to his part For this they have been thoughtful to invest For it no form delivers to the heart Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Call for the music in the other room. Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb. CLXIII - "WITHBEAUTYWERE" Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours Than seek a dispensation for his oath, How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast, Each man apart, all single and alone, And she shall scant show well that now shows best. Upon my daughter's head! Tell me, mine own. The king's attorney on the contrary Your leave and favour to return to France; When you have pushed out your gates the very Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Even in the presence of the crowned king. CLXIV - "BEREFTNORITNOR" Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin Else would I very shortly see thee there. Reward to him that brings the traitor in? Either be patient, and entreat me fair, For I by vow am so embodied yours, To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much,-- No, good madam; I will not out of doors. Of all the gentry; for the most part such Remuneration for the thing it was; I would attach you all and make you stoop To welcome him! much more, and much more cause, No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Offended us you have not, but the king. Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. CLXV - "NOREMEMBRANCEW" Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Or know what ground's made happy by his breath. Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? My speech should fall into such vile success Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, My lords, at once: the care you have of us, Both which, as servitors to the unjust, Raze out the written troubles of the brain And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, No, my good lord; I met him back again. Came he right now to sing a raven's note, England is safe, if true within itself? Where it seems best unto your royal self. CLXVI - "HATITWASBUTFLO" He should have had a volume of farewells; And shall, or him we will accompany. That you shall say my cunning drift excels. I have forsworn his bed and company. The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Some good man bear him carefully from hence; But then up farther, and as far as Rome; Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns; That all their eyes may bear those tokens home Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds: Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet, O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet. CLXVII - "WERSDISTILLDTH" While we pursued the horsemen of the north, Envy your great deservings and good name, Receive it friendly; but from this time forth Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came, Dispatch! The room where they supp'd is too hot; I offer'd to awaken his regard Some few odd lads that you remember not. To some retention and appointed guard; It were a better death than die with mocks, Lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and Lions more confident, mountains and rocks Do in his name religiously demand The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. CLXVIII - "OUGHTHEYWITHWI" O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed, Under pretence to see the queen his aunt-- Go hie thee presently, post to the road: He shall do this, or else I do recant There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but Help me this once, that France may get the field. Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What You press me far, and therefore I will yield. Which presently they read; on whose contents, Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, That hath been breeder of these dire events. Here, all enraged, such passion her assails, Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. CLXIX - "NTERMEETLEESEB" Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this? That was not born of woman? Such a one Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. My age was never tainted with such shame. Early and late, debating to and fro Envy your great deservings and good name, To those two armies that would let him go, Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Each one demand an answer to his part So from himself impiety hath wrought, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide. CLXX - "UTTHEIRSHOWTHE" Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind, The lesser thing should not the greater hide; The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Rather than have that savage duke thine heir Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, How can she be with him? When was she missed? One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth. With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. CLXXI - "IRSUBSTANCESTI" I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. Unless the master were the man. How now! But when contention and occasion meet, Seeming to bury that posterity The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: And to be talk'd with in sincerity, Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower; Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. So, come death! Two o'clock is your hour? The Lady Constance in a frenzy died In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. CLXXII - "LLLIVESSWEETTH" Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain? Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise; Like Turk to Christian. Women's gentle brain I speak of Africa and golden joys. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Each cheek a river running from a fount Sir John, the Lord bless you; God prosper your Shall touch the people--which time shall not want, Were it all yours to give it in a breath, Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Expect your highness' doom of life or death. The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Have you importuned him by any means? CLXXIII - "ENLETNOTWINTER" Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, No night is now with hymn or carol blest: Let not the world see fear and sad distrust Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Then happy I, that love and am beloved No praise to thee but what in thee doth live. Of all that virtue love for virtue loved: That honour saved may upon asking give? Who of their broken debtors take a third, I would be so triumphant as I am? Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word: Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. CLXXIV - "SRAGGEDHANDDEF" Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. Record it with your high and worthy deeds: Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands. Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds Go on before; I shall inquire you forth: Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste During whose reign the Percies of the north, Have done the time more benefit and graced As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove: No, we'll no Bullens. Speedily I wish Did ever Dian so become a grove Dumain transform'd! four woodcocks in a dish! Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Far more, far more to you do I decline. CLXXV - "ACEINTHEETHYSU" A mother's tears in passion for her son: Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace Expecting in return twenty for one? I slew him not; but to my own disgrace Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, They come like sacrifices in their trim, Have we not lost most part of all the towns, Err'd in this point which now you censure him, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet To greet a man not worth her pains, much less Hop forty paces through the public street; Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us. Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong, Under whose government come they along? CLXXVI - "MMERERETHOUBED" More stronger to direct you than yourself, Mars's hot minion is returned again; Engaging and redeeming of himself Receive each other. God speak this Amen! Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. That if we wrought out life 'twas ten to one; He was but as the cuckoo is in June, O, from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn, Unwilling I agreed. Alas! too soon, But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest. CLXXVII - "ISTILLDMAKESWE" I do pronounce him in that very shape Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust, The happy tidings of his good escape. Is almost choked by unresisted lust. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Let him be ransom'd: never master had Do, chapels had been churches and poor men's Madam, your majesty is too much sad: A little little grave, an obscure grave; Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind. We still have judgment here; that we but teach Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. CLXXVIII - "ETSOMEVIALTREA" Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: This is an accident of hourly proof, So please you, let me now be left alone, O appetite, from judgment stand aloof! My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, I know what thorns the growing rose defends; And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe Richard, enough; I will be king, or die. Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. CLXXIX - "SURETHOUSOMEPL" So holy and so perfect is my love, Under an osier growing by a brook, Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of Else you may be marvellously mistook. Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Of thrice three times the value of this bond. Unwilling I agreed. Alas! too soon, Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, Of her or you, having proceeded but Making them proud of his humility, Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath: Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! CLXXX - "ACEWITHBEAUTYS" Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says Envenom him with words, or get thee gone Were, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, as I see your brows are full of discontent, Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, How can my Muse want subject to invent, But with a crafty madness keeps aloof Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, And labour shall refresh itself with hope, Unless thou couldst return to make amends? Though palaces and pyramids do slope Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back: Sent your worship a morning's draught of sack. CLXXXI - "TREASUREEREITB" To bear the tidings of calamity. Remove your siege from my unyielding heart; England and France might, through their amity, Am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift Under the canopies of costly state, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem Engenders the black toad and adder blue, Into your idle over-handled theme: That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: But that I was a journeyman to grief? CLXXXII - "ESELFKILLDTHAT" Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? So holy and so perfect is my love, Each hath his place and function to attend: Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof. Freely to render what we have in charge; Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? I long to know the truth hereof at large. Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, Let me have time and counsel for my cause: Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords, To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was Have I since your departure had, my lords. And drive his purpose on to these delights. There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. CLXXXIII - "USEISNOTFORBID" Usurps the regal title and the seat Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet It is the humane way: the other course So thrive I in my dangerous attempt Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause, Of egal justice, used in such contempt? Till he behold them form'd in the applause Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late; Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Itself to motion, like as it would speak; Does not divide the Sunday from the week. CLXXXIV - "DENUSURYWHICHH" Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all. Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? No want of conscience hold it that I call Unfurnish me of reason. They are come. Sit, sit. The gods require our thanks. Under your testy humour? By the gods Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks, Yields up his life unto a world of odds: Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude, Have torn their souls by turning them from us, In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood; CORIOLANUS, He's both their parent, and he is their grave, Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave. CLXXXV - "APPIESTHOSETHA" A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds! Prerogatived are they less than the base; If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come: Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave, Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! To be depender on a thing that leans, He cried almost to roaring; and he wept And suck'd the honey which thy chaste bee kept. CLXXXVI - "TPAYTHEWILLING" Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse; As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house: There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels: Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Let this be so, and doubt not but success Into one giant arm, it shall not force Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains Give my sweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains. CLXXXVII - "LOANTHATSFORTH" Let us entreat, by honour of his name, Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours And father of that chaste dishonour'd dame, No, good madam; I will not out of doors. The goodness of the night upon you, friends! He sends you this most memorable line, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! Thy never-conquer'd fort: the fault is thine, So swift a pace hath thought that even now For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, Richly in both, if justice had her right. Therefore each one betake him to his rest; Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. CLXXXVIII - "YSELFTOBREEDAN" Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Lives in the English court, and is received For as I am, I live upon the rack. That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul: On late offenders, that he now doth lack But nothing can affection's course control, Reply not in how many fathoms deep Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy And as he stoop'd again to take it up, Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. CLXXXIX - "OTHERTHEEORTEN" One that rejoices in the common wreck, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, This is a letter of your own device. He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Extremity of griefs would make men mad; On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, To hear the replication of your sounds Each present lord began to promise aid, None but a holy hermit and her maid. CXC - "TIMESHAPPIERBE" Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse My praises made thee first a soldier, so, Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Since night you loved me; yet since night you left Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, And scape detecting, I will pay the theft. Profitless usurer, why dost thou use Peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word It hath been taught us from the primal state, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed, Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? CXCI - "ITTENFORONETEN" If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear, Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools! They must lie there: go carry them; and smear Either they must be dieted like mules No more than from my soul I mourn for yours. For living idly here in pomp and ease, Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars Repeat their semblance often on the seas, O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Not minding whether I dislike or no! Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep! CXCII - "TIMESTHYSELFWE" To be such men as may besort your age, I see a yielding in the looks of France; My part is youth, and beats these from the stage: Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds; The king has sent me otherwhere: besides, Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, Your provost knows the place where he abides Speed then, to take advantage of the field. Envenom him with words, or get thee gone Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield, From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn; We still have judgment here; that we but teach Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. CXCIII - "REHAPPIERTHANT" Rides on the posting winds and doth belie Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! And well such losers may have leave to speak. Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; Proving his beauty by succession thine! I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands. Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath, He lends out money gratis and brings down And happy were I in my timely death, Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That patience is quite beaten from her breast. CXCIV - "HOUARTIFTENOFT" Hearing so much, will speed her foot again, Or keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. Always a villain's office or a fool's. Render me worthy of this noble wife! The shame that from them no device can take, Into this place, 'twere pity on my life. Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake To make this banquet; which I wish may prove Endue you with the people's voice: remains Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love The least of you shall share his part thereof. CXCV - "HINETENTIMESRE" His antidotes are poison, and he slays I speak no more than what my soul intends; Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze! Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! Even for this let us divided live, Noble she is, but if she have forgot To clear this spot by death, at least I give In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, Envenom him with words, or get thee gone Sir Richard, what think you? have you beheld, Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Even in the presence of the crowned king. CXCVI - "FIGUREDTHEETHE" For here I read for certain that my ships If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears. Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips. Until four hundred one and twenty years Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats This might have been prevented and made whole Have stood against the world; now lies he there. Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Either be patient, and entreat me fair, To this well-painted piece is Lucrece come, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. CXCVII - "NWHATCOULDDEAT" Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: He was but as the cuckoo is in June, A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint, Therefore I do advise you take this note. Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine, Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat, Unto a view so false will not incline; Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, Do, chapels had been churches and poor men's Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, A horse whereon the governor doth ride, That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed. CXCVIII - "HDOIFTHOUSHOUL" Having no more but thought of what thou wert, Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats O, yet defend me, friends! I am but hurt. I see them lording it in London streets, For do but note a wild and wanton herd, That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy, He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word; Of skilful painting, made for Priam's Troy: Under the tide: but now I breathe again Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive Hath taught them scornful tricks and such disdain Or something hath the nothing that I grieve: Unless it be to come before their time; Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. CXCIX - "DSTDEPARTLEAVI" Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears To let a fellow that will take rewards Did give him that same royalty he wears; Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Please it your majesty, this is the man A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. Reprove my allegation, if you can; That never touch well welcome to thy hand, Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again, Every man shift for all the rest, and And kept severely from resort of men, Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. CC - "NGTHEELIVINGIN" No more than from my soul I mourn for yours. Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans. The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Empale him with your weapons round about; Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: Is that the King hath won, and hath sent out Very hardly upon such a subject. I find an apt remission in myself; Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, I will converse with iron-witted fools Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. CCI - "POSTERITYBENOT" Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood, O, answer not, but to my closet bring Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood. To set my brother Clarence and the king Exposing what is mortal and unsure Reply not in how many fathoms deep I understand thee well; and be thou sure, To try conclusions, in the basket creep You would all this time have proved there is no But now the substance shall endure the like, Early and late, debating to and fro Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Oh, he is young and his minority To him and his usurp'd authority. CCII - "SELFWILLDFORTH" Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Let Paris bleed; 'tis but a scar to scorn; Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, I shall have more than you can dream of yet; Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. Look, how a bird lies tangled in a net, Discover how, and thou shalt find me just. For thee and for myself no quiet find. O passing traitor, perjured and unjust! Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Their sacred wills be done! Go, get aboard; How did this offer seem received, my lord? CCIII - "OUARTMUCHTOOFA" On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. And crowns for convoy put into his purse: Romeo, that she were, O, that she were Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek Mistress, your father prays you leave your books Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back. There is a remedy, approved, set down, Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack. Of whom so often I have heard renown, For you all; you have horses for yourselves: And stay your coming to present themselves. CCIV - "IRTOBEDEATHSCO" If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks Rebuke and dread correction wait on us Take you the lute, and you the set of books; O, I am yours, and all that I possess! But sorrow flouted at is double death. Else would he never so demean himself. Do you not see that I am out of breath? England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear: This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere She shall be married to this noble earl. Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen, Or else he never would compare between. CCV - "NQUESTANDMAKEW" No, but not yet! May be he is not well. Quit all offences with as clear excuse Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. She would, he will not in her arms be bound; Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. And wears upon his baby-brow the round Nor, princes, is it matter new to us Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots! My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl And fit it with such furniture as suits Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. CCVI - "ORMSTHINEHEIRL" O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight Is to come fairly off from the great debts Nor laugh with his companions at thy state: Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, I thought to crush him in an equal force, Regard thy danger, and along with me! Look by and by to have thy sons with thee. CCVII - "OINTHEORIENTWH" On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Till he behold them form'd in the applause He faintly flies, sneaking with guilty fear; Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear: Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, I am no breeching scholar in the schools, Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again, We bodged again; as I have seen a swan Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on. CCVIII - "ENTHEGRACIOUSL" Extremity still urgeth such extremes. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear; The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams Hard-handed men that work in Athens here, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. Is ebony like her? O wood divine! Of that report which I so oft have heard. Unto a view so false will not incline; So soon was she along as he was down, Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! CCIX - "IGHTLIFTSUPHIS" I'm not their father; yet who this should be, God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk! Happily you may catch her in the sea; Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while I was too strict to make mine own away; For such a one we show'd 'em: if they smile, The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! I Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news? Is at the nuptial of his son a guest Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! CCX - "BURNINGHEADEAC" Brought her to Mytilene; 'gainst whose shore Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? Refuse you for my judge; whom, yet once more, Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. If you keep covenant. Had I not brought Nor, princes, is it matter new to us Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus? Early and late, debating to and fro Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck: Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow Each in his office ready at thy beck. And then return and sleep within mine inn, Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin. CCXI - "HUNDEREYEDOTHH" How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Unless a brother should a brother dare Never to part with it; and here he stands; Did call my father, was I know not where Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought, Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Or sells eternity to get a toy? To-night we'll wander through the streets and note How often hast thou waited at my cup, Hector was gone, but Helen was not up. CCXII - "OMAGETOHISNEWA" Of that I shall have also cause to speak, Make good this ostentation, and you shall And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: God save thy Grace, King Hal; my royal Hal! Expect your highness' doom of life or death. To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. Or know what ground's made happy by his breath. He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count, Should many people, under two commands, No shape so true, no truth of such account; England, impatient of your just demands, What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou. And lose the name of action.- Soft you now! CCXIII - "PPEARINGSIGHTS" Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear, Provokes itself and like the current flies Ely with Richmond troubles me more near As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, Niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks! there's Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents; I swear 'tis better to be much abused Gramercies, lad. Go forward; this contents; How were they lost? what treachery was used? Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain, Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain. CCXIV - "ERVINGWITHLOOK" Even or odd, of all days in the year, Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Good faith, across: but, my good lord 'tis thus; Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, I hope the king made peace with all of us The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, O good but most unwise patricians! why, Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die! CCXV - "SHISSACREDMAJE" Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes He doth fill fields with harness in the realm, If that your moody discontented souls Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm; Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; And live a coward in thine own esteem, Come on, you thick lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, Men do their broken weapons rather use And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. CCXVI - "STYANDHAVINGCL" Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, To hurl at the beholders of my shame: You will not do't for all the world, I hope. And I again, in Henry's royal name, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Importing the surrender of those lands Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore, Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. Corrupting in its own fertility. Losing both beauty and utility. CCXVII - "IMBDTHESTEEPUP" I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: My father had a mole upon his brow. But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look thy cheeks Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, That England, being empty of defence, He might have bought me at a common price: Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. So, by my former lecture and advice, That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, Enow to press a royal merchant down England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Part of your cares you give me with your crown. Using the names of men instead of men; Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again! CCXVIII - "HEAVENLYHILLRE" How like you this wild counsel, mighty states? Escap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place And thus he would: Open your city gates; Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Not letting it decline on the declined, Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. You were as good to shoot against the wind. How love makes young men thrall and old men dote; I and my bosom must debate awhile, Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: Revenue, execution of the rest, Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. CCXIX - "SEMBLINGSTRONG" Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas; Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees, But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. It would not out at windows nor at doors. Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time: Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: So I return rebuked to my content The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Noble she is, but if she have forgot Good ground, be pitiful and hurt me not! CCXX - "YOUTHINHISMIDD" You are my all the world, and I must strive O, let me stay, befall what may befall! Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal He then unto the ladder turns his back, In liberty of bloody hand shall range Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black. How came the noble Timon to this change? I shall indue you with: meantime but ask See Brutus at his house: three parts of him My husband bids me; now I will unmask. I know this act shows horrible and grim. Do not believe him. O, behold this ring, Doth not the crown of England prove the king? CCXXI - "LEAGEYETMORTAL" Like one of two contending in a prize, Endue you with the people's voice: remains And with my knife scratch out the angry eyes Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move Each hath his place and function to attend: Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; Of Pericles, to rage the city turn, Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood To twinkle in their spheres till they return. As precious eyesight, and did value me Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee! CCXXII - "LOOKSADOREHISB" Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet, Or as a little snow, tumbled about, O, deeper sin than bottomless conceit Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: So there's my riddle: one that's dead is quick: As where's that palace whereinto foul things Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick: Of thousands that had struck anointed kings Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, In this appeal as thou art all unjust; So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! CCXXIII - "EAUTYSTILLATTE" Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less And let the angel whom thou still hast served Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserved Your grace may starve perhaps before that time. Save a proud rider on so proud a back. To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host, Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother, And therefore, lords, since he affects her most, Thus will I fold them one on another: Than both your poets can in praise devise. Envy the great nor do the low despise. CCXXIV - "NDINGONHISGOLD" Now cheer each other in each other's love Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send It is an honour that I dream not of. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend Grows elder now and cares it be not done. Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume. If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away! Some patient leisure to excuse myself. Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say? Offence of mighty note; but to himself Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can, Do challenge thee to trial of a man. CCXXV - "ENPILGRIMAGEBU" Either thou art most ignorant by age, Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof. Pawn'd honest looks, but laid no words to gage. I oft found both: I urge this childhood proof, Let me redeem my brothers both from death. God save thy Grace, King Hal; my royal Hal! Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall: Myself have heard a voice to call him so. And dart not scornful glances from those eyes Go, then my mother, to thy daughter go Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed. Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. CCXXVI - "TWHENFROMHIGHM" Thus hoping that Adonis is alive, Were fit for thee to use as they to claim, His wit set down to make his valour live Envy your great deservings and good name, Nay, he must bear you company. The king Fitter for sickness and for crazy age. Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, My husband bids me; now I will unmask. Having the fearful flying hare in sight, I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight. Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? CCXXVII - "OSTPITCHWITHWE" Of heavy Pericles; think this his bark: Such pity as my rapier's point affords. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords; I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: That I must yield my body to the earth Can trip me, if I err; who with wet cheeks He that helps him take all my outward worth. When they change us for others? Is it sport? If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court He told me that rebellion had bad luck, Within this mile break forth a hundred springs; End in a word: such is the breath of kings. CCXXVIII - "ARYCARLIKEFEEB" A wither'd branch, that's only green at top; Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid You take my house when you do take the prop Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger made And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath In his descent than shall my prompted sword Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee From hence your memory death cannot take, Earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be Every man shift for all the rest, and But dreadful war shall answer his demand. CCXXIX - "LEAGEHEREELETH" Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Gazing upon the Greeks with little lust: Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings, Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Richer than that which four successive kings Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Let this be so, and doubt not but success Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin Half stints their strife before their strokes begin. CCXXX - "FROMTHEDAYTHEE" For what, alas, can these my single arms? Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give He might return to vasty Tartar back, Even for this let us divided live, Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack And like a lowly lover down she kneels; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: This very night at one another's heels, Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. CCXXXI - "YESFOREDUTEOUS" Your mother lives a witness to that vow-- Else had she with her father rang'd along. So you do condescend to help me now. From thence to England; where I hope ere long Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid, Rankly abus'd. But know, thou noble youth, Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Unless it be to think that she is by To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; Either to get the town again or die: One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. Unless she do it under this excuse, So him I lose through my unkind abuse. CCXXXII - "NOWCONVERTEDAR" Now keep your holy word: go meet the French, Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Worse than the scaring bell, when the brown wench Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. O, that record could with a backward look, Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Decline your head. This kiss, if it durst speak, And I will stoop and humble my intents Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. CCXXXIII - "EFROMHISLOWTRA" Expect your highness' doom of life or death. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. O spite! too old to be engaged to young. Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract; Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke In argument and proof of which contract, Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Or so devote to Aristotle's checks Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. CCXXXIV - "CTANDLOOKANOTH" Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap: The need we have to use you did provoke And now their pride and mettle is asleep, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, Look here upon th's picture, and on this, Or is the adder better than the eel O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss! Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. And ill beseeming any common man, Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is; Once more the engine of her thoughts began: They do, they do: and are apparell'd thus. How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us? CCXXXV - "ERWAYSOTHOUTHY" Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? Run back and bite, because he was withheld; When I have most need to employ a friend, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: Of those that served Mark Antony but late, Then be my deer, since I am such a park; Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self, Upon my hateful life. Another way This house, these servants and this same myself Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on. You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon. CCXXXVI - "SELFOUTGOINGIN" Seeming and savour all the winter long: Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong For ever may my knees grow to the earth, Or bring your latter hazard back again Unless thou couldst return to make amends? The former agents, if they did complain, Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends, Of vile confederates. Along with them I have engaged myself to a dear friend, No, gentle madam; I unworthy am Go with me, like good angels, to my end; I have some private schooling for you both. Now in his life, against your holy oath? CCXXXVII - "THYNOONUNLOOKD" The ship is in her trim; the merry wind Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend On all that need: let me report to him Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Uproar the universal peace, confound Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. Let them not cease, but with a din confused On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, O, that a lady, of one man refused. Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Devoured by the unexpected flood. CCXXXVIII - "ONDIESTUNLESST" O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Do breed love's settled passions in my heart: In argument and proof of which contract, Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. She would not lose it: her attendants are That ever turn'd their--backs--to mortal views! Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; No news so bad abroad as this at home; Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- So woe hath wearied woe, moan tired moan, That I might strive to kill it with a groan. CCXXXIX - "HOUGETASONMUSI" His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt Or whether he be 'scaped away or no Under pretence to see the queen his aunt-- Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher: so, Excited me to treason: their dear loss, That wished him on the barren mountains starve. A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve; Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Now, Master Slender: love him, daughter Anne. My love shall in my verse ever live young. Unless he live until he be a man. Since that my penitence comes after all, If by the way they be not fought withal. CCXL - "CTOHEARWHYHEAR" Can task the free breath of a sacred king? To lay on me a cruelty, by taking Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? He speaks not like a man of God's making. Either of king or council, when you went And losing her, my friend hath found that loss; Repair'd with double riches of content. Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, He says he will return incontinent: You told how Diomed, a whole week by days, Heart, once be stronger than thy continent, Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Remains in danger of her former tooth. CCXLI - "STTHOUMUSICSAD" See where she comes, and brings your froward wives To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws O, none of both but are of high desert: Upon the wild sea banks and waft her love My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Upon his party for the gain thereof: So like to him that got it, if thou hast I will be thine; and till that instant shut Charging the sour-faced groom to hie as fast Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, Do challenge thee to trial of a man. CCXLII - "LYSWEETSWITHSW" Like one besotted on your sweet delights: You are not ignorant, all-telling fame Successful in the battles that he fights, Well, tell me now what lady is the same Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal. Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste, Which to maintain I would allow him odds, I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods Her only fault, and that is faults enough, Shall be discover'd; please you, sit and hark. We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee. Mark. CCXLIII - "EETSWARNOTJOYD" End in a word: such is the breath of kings. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Therefore no more of it: hear other things. Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon? And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat: Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,-- O, wither'd is the garland of the war, Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, Joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for Of as great size. Ween you of better luck, Yet one time he did call me by my name: Dim register and notary of shame! CCXLIV - "ELIGHTSINJOYWH" Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,-- There is a brief how many sports are ripe: So was I when your Highness banish'd him. If I would time expend with such a snipe. Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir. Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Or is it Dian, habited like her, Your master's confidence was above mine; With ruder terms, such as my wit affords How far into the morning is it, lords? CCXLV - "YLOVESTTHOUTHA" You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Let me redeem my brothers both from death. O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar! Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Envied against the people, seeking means So is it in the music of men's lives. To be depender on a thing that leans, Thus might he pass indeed. Yet he revives. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: One word, sir: our watch, sir, have indeed Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her. There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed! Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love; As those that I am come to tell you of! CCXLVI - "TWHICHTHOURECE" Though palaces and pyramids do slope What know believe, and what I can redress, Hath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope-- I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise; How could he stay till Warwick made return? This night the siege assuredly I'll raise: Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, O, that I were a glove upon that hand, Usurers' men! bawds between gold and want! Regard me as I do not flatter, and Each cheek a river running from a fount Chief master-gunner am I of this town; Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. CCXLVII - "IVESTNOTGLADLY" If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Ere such another Julius. Britain is She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind, That I shall lose distinction in my joys; No, when my father York and Edward wept, Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise, The key whereof myself have ever kept; Gelding the opposed continent as much Lest that it make me so unsound a man Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch! Do no more offices of life to't than Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand: Your father's heir must have your father's land. CCXLVIII - "ORELSERECEIVES" O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad? Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Each jealous of the other, as the stung Clarence hath not another day to live: Else you may be marvellously mistook. If they surcease to be that should survive. Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain. CCXLIX - "TWITHPLEASURET" To have him match'd; and, if you please to like Within this limit is relief enough, I have not sought the day of this dislike. To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff He must observe their mood on whom he jests, Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; Expecting in return twenty for one? And twenty times made pause to sob and weep, She that was ever fair and never proud, Unless thou let his silver water keep Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, That from their own misdeeds askance their eyes! CCL - "HINEANNOYIFTHE" Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks, Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy No, not to stay the finding of the axe, O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy! You say that you'll have Phebe, if she will? I am your neighbour, and was suitor first. Fair glass of light, I loved you, and could still, The danger formerly by me rehearsed. He is as worthy for an empress' love Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. CCLI - "TRUECONCORDOFW" This news of peace. Let them have pay, and part. Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Unfit to live or die: O gravel heart! Edward will always bear himself as king: Casca will tell us what the matter is. O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. Rebuke and dread correction wait on us Dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. On me, that halt and am unshapen thus? For I, too fond, might have prevented this. What I can help thee to thou shalt not miss. CCLII - "ELLTUNEDSOUNDS" Each one demand an answer to his part Love bade me swear and Love bids me forswear. Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? To revenge is no valour, but to bear. Unless the earth with thy increase be fed? Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight, England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Sticking together in calamity. Or whether gasted by the noise I made, Us friends; I will pursue the amity. Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, During all question of the gentle truce; Shall be the war that Henry means to use. CCLIII - "BYUNIONSMARRIE" Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost, Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Upon my death the French can little boast; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, I never spent an hour's talk withal: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied! May now perchance both quake and tremble here, And she is fair, and, fairer than that word, Reputation. Come, shall we to this gear? Rely upon it till my tale be heard, I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave; Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! CCLIV - "DDOOFFENDTHINE" Do the low-rated English play at dice; Do smilingly revolt; and who resist Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. Our archers shall be placed in the midst For I have bought it with an hundred blows. For here's a paper written in his hand, Except it be to pray against thy foes. No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand. Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled, Here's my glove: give me another of thine. I know her spirits are as coy and wild Nor dignifies an impure thought with breath; Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? CCLV - "EARTHEYDOBUTSW" Each Trojan that is master of his heart, And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Her father's liking; which to bring to pass, Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last. Do the low-rated English play at dice; On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, By what you see them act. Is there not charms Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. Till I have caught her once more in mine arms. Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute: What answer makes your grace unto my suit? CCLVI - "EETLYCHIDETHEE" Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff. Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends: You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim: Came from the north and thus it did import: He is my son; yea, and therein my shame; I with the morning's love have oft made sport, Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent; Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet To set a gloss upon his bold intent, Hop forty paces through the public street; Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. CCLVII - "WHOCONFOUNDSIN" Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured: He stuck them up before the fulsome ewes, Of all the voices that we have procured Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Of hard misfortune, carved in it with tears. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Fellow. Has he any unbraided wares? Or else return no more into my sight. Upbraided me about the rose I wear; No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine; Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. So many blows upon this face of mine, I moralize two meanings in one word. No? Come, brother; away! I will be heard. CCLVIII - "SINGLENESSTHEP" So long in his unlucky Irish wars It is a branch and parcel of mine oath, No, good madam; I will not out of doors. Giving more light than heat, extinct in both Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, So are those crisped snaky golden locks Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. He told me that rebellion had bad luck, Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! CCLIX - "ARTSTHATTHOUSH" A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills Return, return, and make thy love amends. The fishes spread on it their golden gills; Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, The other to enjoy by rage and war: His jest will savour but of shallow wit, Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Therefore if you my favour mean to get, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm, How often said, my dignity would last Or take his life there: this if she perform, Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost; Shylock thy master spoke with me this day, Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? CCLX - "OULDSTBEARMARK" On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, Upon the fortune of this present year: Look into these affairs see this main end, Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear Stay but a little, I will come again. That place them on the truth of girls and boys. But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain, Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. And therefore frolic; we will hence forthwith Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem Master of this design, did give us, with And live a coward in thine own esteem, Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares? CCLXI - "HOWONESTRINGSW" His kindled duty kindled her mistrust, Ordained is to raise this tedious siege Which now the manage of two kingdoms must Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; See what I do deliver out to each, That I have much ado to know myself. Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; I have forgiven and forgotten all; Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Go home with it and please your wife withal; Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, With this abundance of superfluous breath? CCLXII - "EETHUSBANDTOAN" Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Through little vents and crannies of the place He gave his nose and took't away again; Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? So are those crisped snaky golden locks But you will take exceptions to my boon. Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks, Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, There is a brief how many sports are ripe: O, then began the tempest to my soul, And as they last, their verdure still endure, None in the world: you did mistake him, sure. CCLXIII - "OTHERSTRIKESEA" Of Timon man and all humanity! That's on some shallow story of deep love: Harry the Fifth is crown'd. Up, vanity: Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Sweet love, what spite hath thy fair colour spent? Thy love's to me religious; else, does err. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself Early and late, debating to and fro Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself, Even so void is your false heart of truth. A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. CCLXIV - "CHINEACHBYMUTU" Came there for cure, and this by that I prove, How unremovable and fix'd he is If but for fear of this, thy will remove; Now in the rearward comes the duke and his: Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, By what you see them act. Is there not charms Your visitation shall receive such thanks My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek, Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. CCLXV - "ALORDERINGRESE" As he is striking, holds his infant up, Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Disguised like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; Excepting one, I would he were the best Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear; Into the quiet closure of my breast; Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? Go home with it and please your wife withal; Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, So many days my ewes have been with young; Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. CCLXVI - "MBLINGSIREANDC" My sister may receive it much more worse, By this, I think, the dial points at five: Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse I do not know that Englishman alive No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Gramercies, lad. Go forward; this contents; So many journeys may the sun and moon If I did stay to look on his intents. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, Environed with all these hideous fears? And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, Do pelt so fast at one another's pate Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. CCLXVII - "HILDANDHAPPYMO" How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim, Like fragments in hard voyages, became Devised impeachments to imprison him : And that to-morrow you will bring it home. Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign, Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, Had not his clouded with his brow's repine; And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first. Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs: Past and to come seems best; things present, worst. Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please. O monstrous! what reproachful words are these? CCLXVIII - "THERWHOALLINON" To make such means for her as thou hast done How often said, my dignity would last Expecting in return twenty for one? Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! With those clear rays which she infused on me Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Or not my father's. For I cannot be A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums! Lorenzo, I commit into your hands Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Of those that turn'd their backs, and in his flight, Never make known what you have seen to-night. CCLXIX - "EONEPLEASINGNO" Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. Neighbour, well met: whither away so fast? Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret, Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath Else one self mate and mate could not beget All this from my remembrance brutish wrath She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Never so little show of love to her, Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. CCLXX - "TEDOSINGWHOSES" That England, being empty of defence, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence? O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece In this the antique and well noted face Nor do I as an enemy to peace Good time of day unto your royal grace! We do not act that often jest and laugh; His rougher accents for malicious sounds, Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, Empale him with your weapons round about; So thin that life looks through, and will break out. CCLXXI - "PEECHLESSSONGB" Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime, Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. England ne'er had a king until his time. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal: Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower! Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, So, come death! Two o'clock is your hour? Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Some necessaries that I needs must use, Oppress'd with wrongs and therefore full of fears, Not what you are, I know it will excuse Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss. But stay awhile; what company is this? CCLXXII - "EINGMANYSEEMIN" Extorted treasure in the womb of earth If Venus or her son, as thou dost know, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher: so, Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity, Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, So far from cheer and from your former state. Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Men must learn now with pity to dispense; It shall not fear where it should most mistrust; Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. CCLXXIII - "GONESINGSTHIST" Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives? Establish him in his true sense again, Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect It would not out at windows nor at doors. Nor construe any further my neglect, Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: Shall never see his pardon; for my state Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. I do not much dislike the matter, but Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come, Three thousand ducats; 'tis a good round sum. CCLXXIV - "OTHEETHOUSINGL" O'erworn, despised, rheumatic and cold, To use my wings. Impute it not a crime Here is a path to't: 'tis some savage hold: Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time England, bound in with the triumphant sea The small'st opinion on my least misuse? Have not you love enough to bear with me, O Caesar! these things are beyond all use, Upon a fearful summons. I have heard See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; It does abhor me now I speak the word; Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, Good parts aside I have no other charms. Lavinia, thou shalt be employ'd: these arms! CCLXXV - "EWILTPROVENONE" Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Which in a moment doth confound and kill I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill. Than my out-wall, open this purse and take Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Of thy nativity! I would the milk Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Each changing place with that which goes before, Nor could she moralize his wanton sight, Out of my sight, and never see me more! Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme England ne'er had a king until his time. CCLXXVI - "ISITFORFEARTOW" I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor, Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure Then in the number let me pass untold, For England go: I will whet on the king. Or make some sign how I may do thee ease: Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. From high to low throughout, that whoso please Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Ay, and we are betroth'd: nay, more, our, Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, That can assure my daughter greatest dower O, what a noble combat hast thou fought When such bad dealings must be seen in thought. CCLXXVII - "ETAWIDOWSEYETH" Except you mean with obstinate repulse To work my mind, when body's work's expired: A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse With that which, but by being so retired, I know not where to turn: O, welcome home: Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field? O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Which to his speech did honey passage yield; See how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm Excels whatever yet you look'd upon You know an enemy intends you harm; Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg He asks of you, that never used to beg. CCLXXVIII - "ATTHOUCONSUMES" Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth To give in evidence. What then? What rests? Though you respect not aught your servant doth, He must observe their mood on whom he jests, O thou fond many, with what loud applause Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak. Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace, Sing, siren, for thyself and I will dote: Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make Save thieves, and cares, and troubled minds, that wake. CCLXXIX - "TTHYSELFINSING" To spoil the city and your royal court. The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows How far a modern quill doth come too short, Yet I alone, alone do me oppose Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Lives in the English court, and is received For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste I must from this enchanting queen break off: Nor customary suits of solemn black, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough I ne'er might say before. When I came back-- No, I will weep no more. In such a night Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? CCLXXX - "LELIFEAHIFTHOU" Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord! It were enough to fright the realm of France: For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air? Even for this let us divided live, And beat the messenger who bids beware His taken labours bid him me forgive; I am, my lord, but as my betters are For shame, you generals! what do you mean? Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far Have any resting for her true king's queen. O monstrous! what reproachful words are these? Upon the next live creature that it sees. CCLXXXI - "ISSUELESSSHALT" I fear, too many curses on their beads She speaks much of her father; says she hears Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears; Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. She is a woman, therefore may be won; She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Sky-planted batters all rebelling coasts? How came the noble Timon to this change? And there are twenty weak and wearied posts Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. CCLXXXII - "HAPTODIETHEWOR" He was a gentleman on whom I built All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou wilt; To do more for me than mine own desert, Or as thy father and his father did, Disclaiming here the kindred of the king, I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid Egregious murderer, thief, any thing The thing we have; and, all for want of wit, Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege; Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. CCLXXXIII - "LDWILLWAILTHEE" Let her who would be rid of him devise Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, Within thy help and holy physic lies: I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid Lest thou be hated both of God and man! Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke Would I were young for your sake, Mistress Anne! As after some oration fairly spoke Into the chamber wickedly he stalks, Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom The curtains being close, about he walks, He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume. Either be gone before the watch be set, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. CCLXXXIV - "LIKEAMAKELESSW" Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad? In seeking to augment it, but still keep Knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had Edward and York; then haply she will weep: And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived: Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, And when you find him evenly derived Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, Either of you to be the other's end. Let this be so, and doubt not but success Each hath his place and function to attend: Stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less. So woe hath wearied woe, moan tired moan, With blood removed but little from her own? CCLXXXV - "IFETHEWORLDWIL" I am as like to call thee so again, For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, That of yourself which you yet know not of. Had not been here to dress the ugly form Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. Who in unnecessary action swarm Or more than any living man could bear. Remove you hence. I knew you at the first Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible. Dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. We will persuade him, be it possible, I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end, Lady, will you walk about with your friend? CCLXXXVI - "LBETHYWIDOWAND" Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death, How can the law forbid my tongue to curse? Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand What should he say? We wept after her hearse, In this self-place where now we mean to stand. Do pelt so fast at one another's pate Out of his subject; and we here dispatch With some more ducats, and be with you straight. And learn me how to lose a winning match, Nothing at all: it is a highwrought flood; Do execution on my flesh and blood. CCLXXXVII - "STILLWEEPTHATT" So foul a sky clears not without a storm: That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas! I dare be bound he's true and shall perform Let him fear this, for it will come to pass Look he's winding up the watch of his wit; Which shipmen do the hurricano call, Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave, To be the father unto many sons. He would quickly have the gift of a grave. Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: That when the sea was calm all boats alike Than those I shed for him. What was he like? CCLXXXVIII - "HOUNOFORMOFTHE" He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black, O, by this count I shall be much in years Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, Or else his head's assurance is but frail. For you shall hop without my custom, sir. Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought, First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride; That hath beside well in his person wrought How well resembles it the prime of youth, Even so void is your false heart of truth. CCLXXXIX - "EHASTLEFTBEHIN" Enough to purchase what you have made known. He hath the jewel of my life in hold, And see him seated in the regal throne. So is my love still telling what is told. Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, Lest that it make me so unsound a man Else had she with her father rang'd along. Fortunes: his grace hath made the match, and an These men of Angiers: let us hear them speak But thus his simple truth must be abused Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek How were they lost? what treachery was used? I must have patience to endure the load: Never hung poison on a fouler toad. CCXC - "DWHENEVERYPRIV" Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord? Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; Husht, master! Here's some good pastime toward; Excepting one, I would he were the best No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last. Poor miserable wretches, to your death: Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! I know not how to tell thee who I am: Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? CCXCI - "ATEWIDOWWELLMA" A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared That tremble at the imagination? Esteem him as a lamb, being compared Were't not that, by great preservation, I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve Darest with thy frozen admonition O god of love! I know he doth deserve Wave thus, to express his disposition, Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is, Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Let Henry fret and all the world repine. May that ground gape and swallow me alive, And grant it may with thee in true peace live! CCXCII - "YKEEPBYCHILDRE" You have the honey still, but these the gall; King Henry's faithful and anointed queen: Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Past all expressing. It is very meet Bear with her weakness, which, I think proceeds Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet, Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; How often hast thou waited at my cup, I will lay odds that, ere this year expire, Look, if my gentle love be not raised up! Doth too too oft betake him to retire, Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: Eternal numbers to outlive long date. CCXCIII - "NSEYESHERHUSBA" Not portable, lie under this report: Say that before Ascension-day at noon Except some petty towns of no import: You sent me for a rope's end as soon: Each way and move. I take my leave of you: She moves me not, or not removes, at least, Himself on her self-slaughter'd body threw; Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem Hearing of your arrival in this realm, Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm; But now the arbitrator of despairs, And bid the owners quench them with their tears. CCXCIV - "NDSSHAPEINMIND" Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved, Done to me, undeserving as I am, Since he hath got the jewel that I loved, Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, Have banged the youth into dumbness. This was As one that surfeits thinking on a want. Patience is scottish, and impatience does Each cheek a river running from a fount I conjure thee to leave me and be gone. Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, My life I never held but as a pawn If this same were a churchyard where we stand, Now, by my hood, a Gentile and no Jew. Deadly divorce step between me and you! CCXCV - "LOOKWHATANUNTH" Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat; O young and noble Cato, art thou down? O, deeper sin than bottomless conceit Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown: When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, He falls to such perusal of my face And therefore level not to hit their lives. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; A goodly day not to keep house, with such Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself, Unless I flatter with myself too much. No, misery makes sport to mock itself: That is the way to lay the city flat; He's a good fellow, I can tell you that. CCXCVI - "RIFTINTHEWORLD" Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Indeed we heard how near his death he was For your good host. Pray that the right may thrive. There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently. Now, as I can remember, by my troth, Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: What things again most dear in the esteem Of time, of numbers and due course of things, Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem Losing both beauty and utility. Doth make an earthquake of nobility. CCXCVII - "DOTHSPENDSHIFT" Dial is now upon the prick of noon. Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. This whole earth may be bored and that the moon How were I then uplifted! but, alas! So justly to your grave ears I'll present Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, Either of king or council, when you went No, good madam; I will not out of doors. Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws How love makes young men thrall and old men dote; It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again, To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! CCXCVIII - "SBUTHISPLACEFO" Shall be the war that Henry means to use. By nature made for murders and for rapes. Unless she do it under this excuse, To worship shadows and adore false shapes, Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, It shall not wind with such a deep indent, So service shall with steeled sinews toil, Post hither, this vile purpose to prevent? Let us go thank him, and encourage him; And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen Came for additions; yet their purposed trim Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves: Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. CCXCIX - "RSTILLTHEWORLD" Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish She now shall be my sister, not my wife. To put good meat into an unclean dish. I would prolong awhile the traitor's life. Lay hold upon him: if he do resist, Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. To have her back return'd: thus to persist He hath found the meaning, for which we mean Either thou art most ignorant by age, Which to his former strength may be restored Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do. Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you. CCC - "ENJOYSITBUTBEA" Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Outside or inside, I will not return You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con Show me the very wound of this ill news: Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John. The king shall be contented: must he lose Became the next day's master, till the last Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost. By whose approach the regions of Artois, Expect him here: when he shall come and find A god in love, to whom I am confined. CCCI - "UTYSWASTEHATHI" Under these hard conditions as this time To half a soul and to a notion crazed You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme. Speak not so grossly. You are all amazed: Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above And therefore frolic; we will hence forthwith Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love. The kings your ancestors, together with Except you mean with obstinate repulse He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has; And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse, Tell me how Wales was made so happy as He had of me a chain: at five o'clock It faded on the crowing of the cock. CCCII - "NTHEWORLDANEND" No, not to stay the finding of the axe, The great prerogative and rite of love, Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax. Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. What the conditions of that league must be. Out of their best--is not almost a fault Rating myself at nothing, you shall see Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? And death approach not ere my tale be done. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound: Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Devoured by the unexpected flood. CCCIII - "ANDKEPTUNUSEDT" Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give: Now where is he that will not stay so long Do appear, to make the world twice rich. Live, King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Therefore this maxim out of love I teach: Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; No, I protest, I know not the contents; Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Subject and servile to all discontents, Employ'd you where high profits might come home, Door would speak with you: he says he comes from The end of this day's business ere it come! CCCIV - "HEUSERSODESTRO" Here's a good world the while! Why who's so gross, Else had she with her father rang'd along. Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Seeming and savour all the winter long: Each hath his place and function to attend: Revives two greater in the heirs of life; Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend, O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves! Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, So may the outward shows be least themselves: To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails, Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! CCCV - "YSITNOLOVETOWA" You shall confess that you are both deceived. See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor, If something thou wilt swear to be believed, That he should be so abject, base and poor, Nerissa teaches me what to believe: Of many thousand kisses the poor last Let me not shame respect; but give me leave Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Establish him in his true sense again, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale. CCCVI - "RDOTHERSINTHAT" Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Discredit more in hiding of the fault On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. They may vex us with shot, or with assault. Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth; Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, See, see; here comes the man we went to seek. Into the service of the time and was No more perchance does mine, or his, or hers. There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs? Ay, and it makes men hate one another. Tell me, how fares our loving mother? CCCVII - "BOSOMSITSTHATO" Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, O heavy times, begetting such events! Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents, My unprovided body, lanch'd mine arm; Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule If that be all, masters, I hear no harm. The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! That ever, ever, I did yet behold! Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut, And the remembrancer of her to hold The king hath dispossess'd himself of us: Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. CCCVIII - "NHIMSELFSUCHMU" Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Her earnest eye did make him more amazed: I swear to do this, though a present death Men's liking: and yet he would not swear; praised So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Excepting one, I would he were the best Let shame say what it will. When these are gone, For this they have been thoughtful to invest Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins: Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own, Hostility and civil tumult reigns Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Upon my target three fair-shining suns. CCCIX - "RDEROUSSHAMECO" Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, Of soft petitions, pity and remorse, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now, Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, My resolution, love, shall be thy boast, Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. O Antony!--Nay, I will take thee too. CCCX - "MMITSFORSHAMED" Methought he bore him in the thickest troop Myself have often heard him say and swear I would attach you all and make you stoop That his foul thoughts might compass his fair fair, Sir, in good faith, in sincere verity, Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? Open as day for melting charity; Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know Should prove the mother of fools. I have brought How I may be deliver'd of these woes, Above the reach or compass of thy thought? My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows. Envy your great deservings and good name, Dim register and notary of shame! CCCXI - "ENYTHATTHOUBEA" Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. You have no stomach having broke your fast; The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, He will recover straight: when he is gone, A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs. The pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn That had not half a week to go, like rams How many inches doth fill up one mile. O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes! Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Empties itself, as doth an inland brook And better in my mind not undertook. CCCXII - "RSTLOVETOANYWH" Rot and consume themselves in little time. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which. To use my wings. Impute it not a crime Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Eater of youth, false slave to false delight, Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death Of both your armies; whose equality A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds, Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: You have, I know, petition'd all the gods Which to his speech did honey passage yield; Help me this once, that France may get the field. CCCXIII - "OFORTHYSELFART" O miracle of men!--him did you leave-- For his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds? Or something hath the nothing that I grieve: Record it with your high and worthy deeds: Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe, Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel. Environed with a wilderness of sea, Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, For these, of force, must your oblations be, And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace, That hid the worse and show'd the better face. CCCXIV - "SOUNPROVIDENTG" So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench O god of love! I know he doth deserve Up once again; put spirit in the French: No doubt they rose up early to observe Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Only to show his pomp as well in France Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, In having known no travel in his youth. Did never traitor in the land commit. Even so void is your false heart of truth. No faith, proud mistress, hope not after it; To Italy; and there at Venice gave Go, base intruder! overweening slave! CCCXV - "RANTIFTHOUWILT" Reignier, her father, to the king of France And lay them gently on thy tender side. Nor will not. Come, bring me unto my chance. That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide; I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Until thy head be circled with the same. Why, universal plodding poisons up In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame Let him have time to mark how slow time goes Tune my distresses and record my woes. CCCXVI - "THOUARTBELOVED" Think you I can a resolution fetch Here sits a king more woful than you are. O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Above the morning lark. Or wilt thou hunt? Remember me at court; where I was taught This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, But that my master rather play'd than fought Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Let what is meet be said it must be meet, Only to show his pomp as well in France Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? CCCXVII - "OFMANYBUTTHATT" Of all mad matches, never was the like. For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike As well descended as thyself; and hath Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when Your potent and infectious fevers heap Before I freely speak my mind herein, Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep; This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled Thou nobly base, they basely dignified; Had graced the tender temples of my child, And so I was; which plainly signified That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, The people's enemy is gone, is gone! CCCXVIII - "HOUNONELOVESTI" Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, Offer their own lives in their young's defence? Until her husband and my lord's return: No care, no stop! so senseless of expense, Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, Environed with all these hideous fears? Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, O my good lord, when I was like this maid, Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Each present lord began to promise aid, Stand all aloof: but, uncle, draw you near, That thou hast practised on her with foul charms, I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms. CCCXIX - "SMOSTEVIDENTFO" Some trumpet summon hither to the walls Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls, Saying, I liked her ere I went to wars. There were two honours lost, yours and your son's. Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. If with a lady of so high resolve Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up Enow to press a royal merchant down Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. To bandy word for word and frown for frown; From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn; O love, dispatch all business, and be gone! CCCXX - "RTHOUARTSOPOSS" Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. The means of weakness and debility; Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad Out of my lean and low ability Under what colour he commits this ill. Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Run to my study. By and by! God's will, The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Of all that virtue love for virtue loved: Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, Of credit infinite, highly beloved, She shall be habited as it becomes Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. CCCXXI - "ESSDWITHMURDER" Exception bid him speak, and at this time Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes, I know thee well; thou hast obtain'd thy suit: That in alliance, amity and oaths, He dies that touches any of this fruit Mad let us grant him then. And now remains Upon the instant that she was accused, Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. CCCXXII - "OUSHATETHATGAI" O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words, Unless you call it good to pity him, Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,-- And he repents not that he pays your debt; To me she's married, not unto my clothes. Either be gone before the watch be set, That in alliance, amity and oaths, How came the noble Timon to this change? And throw between them all the food thou hast, To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth; In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth? CCCXXIII - "NSTTHYSELFTHOU" Never was such a sudden scholar made; She would to each one sip. You are retired, This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips, Either withdraw unto some private place, Like to his father's greatness: his approach, Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best, That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Of your philosophy you make no use, Upon the gad? Edmund, how now? What news? CCCXXIV - "STICKSTNOTTOCO" Shall win my love; and so I take my leave, This is the way to kindle, not to quench. I can scarce speak to thee. Thou'lt not believe Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French Knowing that with the shadow of his wings Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: That then I scorn to change my state with kings. No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon To melt the city leads upon your pates, Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon-- Off with his head, and set it on York gates; Came then into my mind, and yet my mind Old Helicanus goes along behind. CCCXXV - "NSPIRESEEKINGT" Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love. She's such a one, that, were I well assured Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of It easeth some, though none it ever cured, Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, End in a word: such is the breath of kings. Said he not so? or did I dream it so? Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. Knights of the garter were of noble birth, Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. Nor to his service no such joy on earth. Give you all greetings that a king, at friend, Then have I kept it to a worthy end. CCCXXVI - "HATBEAUTEOUSRO" Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look A private whisper, no, not with such friends Ten years are spent since first he undertook Both truth and beauty on my love depends; Even or odd, of all days in the year, An honour in him which buys out his fault-- Unclasp'd my practise, quit his fortunes here, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Even like a man new haled from the rack, O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: So many of his shadows thou hast met Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Of which, my lord, your honour is the last. CCCXXVII - "OFTORUINATEWHI" Of all the voices that we have procured For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, The ills that were not, grew to faults assured Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Never pray more; abandon all remorse; And throw between them all the food thou hast, Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. With many holiday and lady terms Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence, I shall return before your lordship thence. CCCXXVIII - "CHTOREPAIRSHOU" Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons, He that hath lost her too; so is the queen, Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones, Of the great count himself, she is too mean Repeat their semblance often on the seas, Enow to press a royal merchant down Prithee go in thyself; seek thine own ease. As sure as in this late-betrayed town In faint retire. O, bravely came we off, Remaining in the coffer of her friends, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's Of all the gentry; for the most part such Unless I flatter with myself too much. CCCXXIX - "LDBETHYCHIEFDE" Look, when a painter would surpass the life, Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, Become a Christian and thy loving wife. Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! To say they err I dare not be so bold, Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, You know no Centaur? you received no gold? Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took How blow? how blow? speak to be understood. I will entreat you, when you see my son, Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Filths savour but themselves. What have you done? Divides more wider than the sky and earth, England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. CCCXXX - "SIREOCHANGETHY" Speak to great Caesar as he comes along. I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Of both your armies; whose equality Could trammel up the consequence, and catch Her grief, but not her grief's true quality: And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. Not making worse what nature made so clear, Giving myself a voluntary wound Even or odd, of all days in the year, That music hath a far more pleasing sound; Her immortality, and made her thrall You shall have me assisting you in all. CCCXXXI - "THOUGHTTHATIMA" The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips, Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot? Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond The cedar stoops not to the base shrub's foot, His face still combating with tears and smiles, And most deceiving when it seems most just; Take you your instrument, play you the whiles! Incite them to quick motion; for I must My love and her desert; that canst not dream, A senseless help when help past sense we deem. CCCXXXII - "YCHANGEMYMINDS" You are too cold; if you should need a pin, Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, Her injury the beadle to her sin, And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, Now must I hide his body in some hole, Go to thy lady's grave and call hers thence, Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; You are my all the world, and I must strive Making them proud of his humility, Infected as her life, she would not live Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Depose him in the justice of his cause. Such as she says my lord did say I was. CCCXXXIII - "HALLHATEBEFAIR" He had of me a chain: at five o'clock And what wit could wit have to excuse that? Lady, give me your hand, and, as we walk, Let me have men about me that are fat; He did solicit you in free contempt And prologue to the omen coming on, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt Excels whatever yet you look'd upon But by self-danger, you should tread a course Excepting one, I would he were the best For hither we have broken in by force. And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest Into the danger of this adverse town; Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. CCCXXXIV - "ERLODGEDTHANGE" Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Lest he that is the supreme King of kings Of which, my lord, your honour is the last. Didst thou not mark the king, what words he spake, Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. England we love; and for that England's sake Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs? A thousand irreligious cursed hours, No more perchance does mine, or his, or hers. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Each in his office ready at thy beck. CCCXXXV - "NTLELOVEBEASTH" Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes. To Athens will I bear my folly back Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Even like a man new haled from the rack, Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Be playfellows to keep you company! Effect it with some care, that he may prove And shall, or him we will accompany. So thou be good, slander doth but approve Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside. CCCXXXVI - "YPRESENCEISGRA" Yea, but a little charge will trench him here Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends: Reputation. Come, shall we to this gear? Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, See better, Lear, and let me still remain Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain: Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough. Exist, and be a member of his love I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above Go quick away; the story of my life Receive the sentence of the law for sins And when the rage allays, the rain begins. CCCXXXVII - "CIOUSANDKINDOR" Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth It is the pasture lards the rother's sides, One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth. Upon the beauty of all parts besides, See what I do deliver out to each, A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums! Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Devise but how you'll use him when he comes, Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: O, my good lord, why are you thus alone? Revenge upon myself with present moan? CCCXXXVIII - "TOTHYSELFATLEA" Threescore and ten I can remember well: Once did I get him bound and sent him home, That in the natures of their lords rebel, Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Yes, 'tis most meet: whom may you else oppose, Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? For at Saint Mary's chapel presently And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word Ere you can take due orders for a priest: And flaky darkness breaks within the east. CCCXXXIX - "STKINDHEARTEDP" Show scarce so gross as beetles. Halfway down That only to stand high in your account, Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown: I was preserved to serve this noble count. No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What And golden Phoebus never be beheld Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, Thou dost make possible things not so held, Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Dial is now upon the prick of noon. Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon. CCCXL - "ROVEMAKETHEEAN" Rather to wonder at the things you hear Oft have I heard of sanctuary men; Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Establish him in his true sense again, My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite. And flaky darkness breaks within the east. Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night! Ere you can take due orders for a priest: To swear, swears only not to be forsworn; Here comes the holy legate of the pope. End in one purpose, and be all well borne England did never owe so sweet a hope, And so by many winding nooks he strays Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze! CCCXLI - "OTHERSELFFORLO" O, sure I am, the wits of former days To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise; Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Resolve your angry father, if my tongue So I may keep mine eyes: O, spare mine eyes. Each jealous of the other, as the stung Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake Fortune had left to both of us alike Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break: Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like. Lend me your knees, and all my life to come O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? CCCXLII - "VEOFMETHATBEAU" Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands, For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; Might be a copy to these younger times; Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there These accusations and these grievous crimes Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim: That England, being empty of defence, Because I love him I must pity him. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here? CCCXLIII - "TYSTILLMAYLIVE" To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb, Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, To this well-painted piece is Lucrece come, Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise; Means he not us? I partly know him: 'tis And I have read that Hecuba of Troy You that look pale and tremble at this chance, Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy, I see a yielding in the looks of France; Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. CCCXLIV - "INTHINEORTHEEA" Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Not he which says the dead is not alive. This token serveth for a flag of truce How many years a mortal man may live. In rage dismiss'd my father from the court; Nor never look upon each other's face; Except some petty towns of no import: Of the most pious Edward with such grace Religious love put out Religion's eye: That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes, He be as miserably slain as I. Envy the great nor do the low despise. Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. And such an instrument I was to use. CCCXLV - "SFASTASTHOUSHA" Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, France is a bawd to Fortune and King John, And, madam, at your father's castle walls Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, That when the sea was calm all boats alike As level as the cannon to his blank, So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! That unassailable holds on his rank, Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock. Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, And died to kiss his shadow in the brook. CCCXLVI - "LTWANESOFASTTH" Like Amazons come tripping after drums, That for a trifle that was bought with blood Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, And writers say, as the most forward bud Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. O my good lord, the world is but a word: For ever and for ever shall be yours. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke: So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed. He shall not make me there a joyful bride. CCCXLVII - "OUGROWESTINONE" O, let me see thee walk. Thou dost not halt. Upon his honour'd finger, to attain Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Enow to press a royal merchant down Shall be applied. For us, we will resign, The sun will set before I shall discharge If you will lead these graces to the grave No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Of his own body he was ill, and gave No, not my body nor my husband's bed: Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. CCCXLVIII - "OFTHINEFROMTHA" Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, Faster than gnats in cobwebs; but her eyes,-- That smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick Here friend by friend in bloody channel lies, I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste, Now I behold thy lively body so? Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. For never was a story of more woe Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;-- My heart doth joy that yet in all my life Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: A gentle cousin, were it light enough. CCCXLIX - "TWHICHTHOUDEPA" Take you your instrument, play you the whiles! When thou dost hear I am as I have been, His face still combating with tears and smiles, In thy hand clutch'd as many millions, in Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, He dreamt to-night the boar had razed his helm: That was the way to make his godhead wax, Hearing of your arrival in this realm, Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Unto a view so false will not incline; Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain: And so farewell, till we shall meet again. CCCL - "RTESTANDTHATFR" Return, return, and make thy love amends. These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe Thou art too wild, too rude and bold of voice; A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills Never did faithful subject more rejoice Driving back shadows over louring hills: To see great Hercules whipping a gig, Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad And profound Solomon to tune a jig, To throw away the dearest thing he owed, Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief; Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief. CCCLI - "ESHBLOODWHICHY" Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, By laboursome petition, and at last Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us! On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Whose nature is so far from doing harms He runs, and chides his vanish'd, loathed delight. Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill You say that you'll have Phebe, if she will? CCCLII - "OUNGLYTHOUBEST" Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him, Under your pardon. You must note beside, Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, Limit each leader to his several charge, Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys This little abstract doth contain that large He will the rather do it when he sees O, let me see thee walk. Thou dost not halt. Unable to support this lump of clay, But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault; Entreat her not the worse in that I pray Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell. CCCLIII - "OWESTTHOUMAYST" O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose: Why do you speak so startingly and rash? Except it be to pray against thy foes. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. That water-walled bulwark, still secure To bid the wind a base he now prepares, How now, Signior Launce! what news with your Or by his foe surprised at unawares: Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, Most true it is that I have look'd on truth And therefore take this compact of a truce, You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth. She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: They only now come but to feast thine eyes. CCCLIV - "CALLTHINEWHENT" Consent to pay thee that I never had! Ay, and we are betroth'd: nay, more, our, Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad? Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower! Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle, He that shall live this day, and see old age, In others' works thou dost but mend the style, Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Weeping again the king my father's wreck, How grounded he his title to the crown, Each in his office ready at thy beck. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. The king hath many marching in his coats. CCCLV - "HOUFROMYOUTHCO" He solemnly had sworn, that what he spoke Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents, Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak. From son to son, some four or five descents Richard the second here was hack'd to death; Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit, May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath. You wrong me more, sir, in denying it: Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, Unto a view so false will not incline; The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise. Here's my glove: give me another of thine. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. O spite! too old to be engaged to young. CCCLVI - "NVERTESTHEREIN" Not by might master'd but by special grace: Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Escap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place Remember whom you are to cope withal; Till he be dieted to my request, Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: So is the time that keeps you as my chest, The one doth call her his, the other his, He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black, Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night Never make known what you have seen to-night. CCCLVII - "LIVESWISDOMBEA" Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse It is determined, not concluded yet: Visit the speechless sick and still converse Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, Were jocund, and supposed their state was sure, It must appear in other ways than words, Show you, which shall be yours in private. Your Deservedly confined into this rock, O momentary grace of mortal men, Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock, But to be frank, and give it thee again. Else had she with her father rang'd along. And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. CCCLVIII - "UTYANDINCREASE" Until it wither with me to my grave That others touch, and often touching will Yet hath he been my captive and my slave, Are punish'd with. The King must take it ill No, good madam; I will not out of doors. Doth want example: who hath read or heard I lose myself: better I were not yours No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word, Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns: Remove your siege from my unyielding heart; Endue you with the people's voice: remains And all is semblative a woman's part. Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste, Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. CCCLIX - "WITHOUTTHISFOL" Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. Are all If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, O cunning, how I got it!--nay, some marks Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins: The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains, Here you shall see a countryman of yours I would not be so sick though for his place: So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan. CCCLX - "LYAGEANDCOLDDE" Love keeps his revels where they are but twain; You have me, rich; and I will never fail And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Allow not nature more than nature needs, No, good madam; I will not out of doors. Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds? Can trip me, if I err; who with wet cheeks O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts; Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Do not you meddle; let me deal in this. Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. CCCLXI - "CAYIFALLWEREMI" Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, You hold too heinous a respect of grief. I am so far already in your gifts,-- For I must tell you friendly in your ear: And all the peers and nobles of the realm Lie hid moe thousand deaths: yet death we fear, Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, Wave thus, to express his disposition, Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Remember so weak a composition. Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Methinks they should invite them without knives; I know when one is dead, and when one lives. CCCLXII - "NDEDSOTHETIMES" Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Duke of Alencon, this was your default, Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: Or overthrow incurable ensues. The princess comes to hunt here in the park, Here are your sons again; and I must lose Either his gracious promise, which you might, This act is as an ancient tale new told, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night, May you a better feast never behold, Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel. CCCLXIII - "SHOULDCEASEAND" Salutes each other with each other's form; He hears naught privately that comes from Troy. Or take his life there: this if she perform, Under her other was the tender boy, Lord Angelo hath to the public ear Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear. Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows And I will have you and that fault withal; See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps. Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps, Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. Dial is now upon the prick of noon. CCCLXIV - "THREESCOREYEAR" The names of those their nobles that lie dead: Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head: Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck, Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears One that rejoices in the common wreck, Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Each way and move. I take my leave of you: Young York he is but boot, because both they Engenders the black toad and adder blue, As, painfully to pore upon a book Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. CCCLXV - "WOULDMAKETHEWO" Where, for a monument upon thy bones, Or in the night, imagining some fear, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? Let it be known to him that we are here. Does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night. And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns. Know him in us, that here hold up his right. Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Have broken with the king; who hath so far Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Of egal justice, used in such contempt? CCCLXVI - "RLDAWAYLETTHOS" Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Let life be short; else shame will be too long. Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats A man of complements, whom right and wrong What hath befall'n of them and thee till now. Ask me what question thou canst possible, Yea the illiterate, that know not how Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible. Engaging and redeeming of himself The action of good women: there is hope That caused a lesser villain than myself, His coming hither hath no further scope Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content, She is not well. Convey her to my tent. CCCLXVII - "EWHOMNATUREHAT" Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, Which writ his honour in the acts it did, Hang on her temples like a golden fleece; Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? Measured to look upon you; whom he loves-- Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. And yet not so; since I am sure my love's Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste. Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. How easy is a bush supposed a bear! A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make, That will not trust thee but for profit's sake? CCCLXVIII - "HNOTMADEFORSTO" Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,-- Never so needful on the earth of France, On some apparent danger seen in him The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Make known to you why I have done this. Come, And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, Door would speak with you: he says he comes from Edward and York; then haply she will weep: For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows Some high, some low, the painter was so nice; Those that much covet are with gain so fond, Of forfeiture, of justice and his bond. CCCLXIX - "REHARSHFEATURE" Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; And in my conduct shall your ladies come; Receives the scroll without or yea or no, So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, For men so old as we to keep the peace. Esteem him as a lamb, being compared After him, fellows; bring him to the block. The king doth smile at; and is well prepared Unto a ragged fearful-hanging rock Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. CCCLXX - "LESSANDRUDEBAR" Lysander if you live, good sir, awake. Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange Save thieves, and cares, and troubled minds, that wake. So far from variation or quick change? Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends, Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.' Rather than so, come fate into the list. Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: Dispatch! The room where they supp'd is too hot; Each one demand an answer to his part But fear the main intendment of the Scot, A leaner action rend us. What's amiss, Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? CCCLXXI - "RENLYPERISHLOO" Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains Even like a man new haled from the rack, Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, You may my glories and my state depose, Poor and content is rich and rich enough, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, I do remember in this shepherd boy So was I bid report here to the state He hears naught privately that comes from Troy. Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight. Or whether gasted by the noise I made, Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. CCCLXXII - "KWHOMSHEBESTEN" Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advised When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. Her cheeks with chaps and wrinkles were disguised; O spite! too old to be engaged to young. My army but a weak and sickly guard; Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth. He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard, Ever to conquer, and to have his worth But longer did we not retain much hope; Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, That I had any light from thee of this. Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? CCCLXXIII - "DOWDSHEGAVETHE" Dear life redeems you. You perceive she stirs: Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud? Were full as lovely as is this of hers: Do execution on my flesh and blood. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words? Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds. As if some mermaid did their ears entice, Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice There is a vice that most I do abhor, Hath a great scene: the image of the jest Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. CCCLXXIV - "MOREWHICHBOUNT" Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd, and bold Of his own body he was ill, and gave Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys! Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. He will be found like Brutus, like himself. But, with the first of all your chief affairs, O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself! Upon his face an ocean of salt tears, Not I, my lord; sith true nobility That proof is call'd impossibility. CCCLXXV - "EOUSGIFTTHOUSH" Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Once more let me behold it: is it that Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast: Say now, whose suit is he arrested at? God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. I must be brief, lest resolution drop Fixing it only here; should I, damn'd then, Though standing naked on a mountain top, There's something in me that reproves my fault; Here is my hand; the premises observed, O, let me see thee walk. Thou dost not halt. Upon his peril, that I have reserved So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, How far that little candle throws his beams! CCCLXXVI - "OULDSTINBOUNTY" One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Unto his several mistress, which they'll know Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke Drop in my neck: as it determines, so She clepes him king of graves and grave for kings, True, madam, none at all: what call you this? I like this fair proceeding of the King's. No, sir; God forbid; but asham'd to kiss. But she is arm'd for him and keeps her guard Or you stol'n his? or both? Pray, what's the news? Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard: Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes The book of his good acts, whence men have read You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed? CCCLXXVII - "CHERISHSHECARV" Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure He murder cries and help from Athens calls. Exposing what is mortal and unsure Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls: I would we had a thousand Roman dames Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt, His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, So thrive I in my dangerous attempt His valour, coin and people, in the wars? Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Call it by what you will, the day is yours; Ay me! the bark peel'd from the lofty pine, Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. CCCLXXVIII - "EDTHEEFORHERSE" Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Did call my father, was I know not where That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. Either of king or council, when you went Entreat her not the worse in that I pray From all direction, purpose, course, intent: Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say? Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth; Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, Since I am crept in favour with myself, Else would he never so demean himself. CCCLXXIX - "ALANDMEANTTHER" As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart And at her heels a huge infectious troop No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part. Dry up in her the organs of increase; My foolish rival, that her father likes Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs, The Count Rousillon: know you such a one? To things of sale a seller's praise belongs, Has done no more than other knights have done; Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Resorters stand upon sound legs. How now! CCCLXXX - "EBYTHOUSHOULDS" Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost You must forsake this room, and go with us: Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, His body couched in a curious bed, Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, Until the golden circuit on my head, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains His promises fly so beyond his state O, in a tomb where never scandal slept, Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept, Does he rake this together! Now, my lords, Such pity as my rapier's point affords. CCCLXXXI - "TPRINTMORENOTL" That is as clear from this attaint of mine Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn No; for he could not so resign his crown That stout Pendragon in his litter sick My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, Rely upon it till my tale be heard, End in one purpose, and be all well borne Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! Through my burn'd bosom, nor entreat the north Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth. CCCLXXXII - "ETTHATCOPYDIEW" Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, That grew the more by reaping: his delights To cast thee up again. What may this mean High dukes, great princes, barons, lords and knights, A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve O master, master I have watch'd so long Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence: Your exposition on the holy text Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence? Impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? Excited me to treason: their dear loss, Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? CCCLXXXIII - "HENIDOCOUNTTHE" Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! Each present lord began to promise aid, Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, I had as lief have my mistress a jade. Did never sonnet for her sake compile, Or with some dram conjured to this effect, Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile: Or rather say, the cause of this defect, Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. CCCLXXXIV - "CLOCKTHATTELLS" Could trammel up the consequence, and catch Let them obey that know not how to rule; Out of his subject; and we here dispatch Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? To know for what he comes, and whence he comes, Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums! The King your father is dispos'd to sleep. This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile, Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while Landlord of England art thou now, not king: So sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. CCCLXXXV - "THETIMEANDSEET" Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. His naked armour of still-slaughter'd lust, Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice To lay so dangerous and dear a trust It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; More upon humour than advised respect. Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; And draw within the compass of suspect Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Should have an army for an usher, and Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, To carry into Flanders the great seal. CCCLXXXVI - "HEBRAVEDAYSUNK" Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad! Ere once she can discharge one word of woe: Blush that the world goes well, who rather had, Receives the scroll without or yea or no, Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Do no more offices of life to't than An't had been a green hair, I should have laughed You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune? Should so profane the word, that taught me craft Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? No. madam, he does nothing but smile: your Keeps good old York there with his men of war? CCCLXXXVII - "INHIDEOUSNIGHT" It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, No public benefit which you receive He is gone happy, and has left me rich: I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, Upon the moment did her force subdue, See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor, Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; God pardon them that are the cause of it! He said it would be thus- poor banish'd man! Therefore accept such kindness as I can. CCCLXXXVIII - "WHENIBEHOLDTHE" What bloody man is that? He can report, He will the rather do it when he sees Except some petty towns of no import: Nay, it will please him well, Kate it shall please I could not send it,--here it is again,-- Braving compare, disdainfully did sting Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,-- Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.' To the ambassadors of England gives His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose, Except it be to pray against thy foes. CCCLXXXIX - "VIOLETPASTPRIM" Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. Of their white flags display'd, they bring us peace, Lightens my humour with his merry jests. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Part of your cares you give me with your crown. And much too little of that good I saw Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, The more that Henry was unfortunate. Purpose return. Why hast thou gone so far, Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate, It is great sin to swear unto a sin, My best endeavours shall be done herein. CCCXC - "EANDSABLECURLS" Exist, and be a member of his love And is it true that I must go from Troy? No more than I am well acquitted of. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; And that she has discharged: what thou wouldst do By day, by night, waking and in my dreams, Like stars ashamed of day, themselves withdrew; Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise, Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine: Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign, Lies my consent and fair according voice. Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? CCCXCI - "ALLSILVERDOERW" A poor unmanly melancholy sprung Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host, Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Spare England, for it is your native coast; I play the torturer, by small and small Love is your master, for he masters you: Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. Dim register and notary of shame! Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Envy your great deservings and good name, Ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. CCCXCII - "ITHWHITEWHENLO" In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. The book of his good acts, whence men have read His crest that prouder than blue Iris bends. With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides, Is all the policy, strength and defence, These tidings would call forth their flowing tides. Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; Where it seems best unto your royal self. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; England is safe, if true within itself? Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn; O, this it is that makes your lady mourn! CCCXCIII - "FTYTREESISEEBA" For in the book of Numbers is it writ, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Your victuals: come, there is sauce for it. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make So did the merciless and pitchy night I give a sparing limit to my tongue. Speak to the people, and they pity her. Each jealous of the other, as the stung Either to die the death or to abjure Both young and old, one with another, Ford; And for that purpose I'll anoint my sword. CCCXCIV - "RRENOFLEAVESWH" Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, Redeeming time when men think least I will. Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange Now He that made me knows I see thee ill; Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest For I am almost ready to dissolve, Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve And doth deserve a coronet of gold. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Say how he died, for I will hear it all. Without the bed her other fair hand was, He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. CCCXCV - "ICHERSTFROMHEA" If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag, Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen; Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag! Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Say ay, and be the captain of us all: There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas For selfsame wind that I should speak withal Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Off with his head, and set it on York gates; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, How like you this wild counsel, mighty states? Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Are my discourses dull? barren my wit? CCCXCVI - "TDIDCANOPYTHEH" Thy hand is but a finger to my fist, Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? If she had not a spirit to resist. Despite of death that lives upon my grave, Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent: And wild amazement hurries up and down Not prizing her poor infant's discontent; Of whom so often I have heard renown, Presenteth them unto the gazing moon You may my glories and my state depose, The breese upon her, like a cow in June, Here feelingly she weeps Troy's painted woes: Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Hath been between this lady and this lord. CCCXCVII - "ERDANDSUMMERSG" Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! Does not divide the Sunday from the week. And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, Doth any name particular belong Such childish humour from weak minds proceeds: Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, Myself and divers gentlemen beside Must murder wives much better than themselves Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears. CCCXCVIII - "REENALLGIRDEDU" Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars: Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands; Let those who are in favour with their stars Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Endure the winter's cold as well as he: Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons! CCCXCIX - "PINSHEAVESBORN" Put him to choler straight: he hath been used I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench, Nothing more dear to me. You are abused So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arrived? Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived: Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross But at this instant he is sick my lord, O insupportable and touching loss! Run to my study. By and by! God's will, Now is a time to storm; why art thou still? CD - "EONTHEBIERWITH" English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, Of those fair suns set in her mistress' sky, No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. His soldiers lurking in the towns about, Expect your highness' doom of life or death. But thy unkindness shall his death draw out In the vile prison of afflicted breath. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace, Whence cometh this alarum and the noise? I slew him not; but to my own disgrace Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will. CDI - "WHITEANDBRISTL" Was ever known so great and little loss Hath to it circumstantial branches, which If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, The world affords no law to make thee rich; Either be gone before the watch be set, And spend your rich opinion for the name Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; Dim register and notary of shame! By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Receiving nought by elements so slow It shall appear that your demands are just, Shaking their scratch'd ears, bleeding as they go. To smile at scapes and perils overblown. Likely in time to bless a regal throne. CDII - "YBEARDTHENOFTH" Yea, curse his better angel from his side, But to relieve them of their heavy load; Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. A thievish living on the common road? Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place! Thy now unsured assurance to the crown, Have some unhappy passenger in chase. Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: No, when my father York and Edward wept, Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy! CDIII - "YBEAUTYDOIQUES" Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, Be patient, Princes; you do know these fits Either for life or death, upon the earth All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits, Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings: Yet nature might have made me as these are, Descended of so many royal kings. O, vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies Is partly to behold my lady's face; Quick-shifting antics, ugly in her eyes: Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Ere such another Julius. Britain is Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. CDIV - "TIONMAKETHATTH" To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list! If he see aught in you that makes him like, Our archers shall be placed in the midst Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits. As if some mermaid did their ears entice, Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx? However faulty, yet should find respect And in such indexes, although small pricks The things we are for that which we expect; Thou dost make possible things not so held, How many of you have mine eyes beheld! CDV - "OUAMONGTHEWAST" Our puissance into the hand of God, Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds; And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; Of hostile arms! myself myself confound! No, by my honour, madam, by my soul, Giving myself a voluntary wound This might have been prevented and made whole His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. Where I will write. All may be well enough. And that your Grace hath screen'd and stood between Sure, these are but imaginary wiles Take you your instrument, play you the whiles! CDVI - "ESOFTIMEMUSTGO" Eyes; and then they will endure handling, which Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, I would not spare my brother in this case, My discretion so weakly. Will you laugh Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. Using those thoughts which should indeed have died Stands not within the prospect of belief, Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, Go cheerfully together and digest. Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest. CDVII - "SINCESWEETSAND" Since you are strangers and come here by chance, Is very snow-broth; one who never feels Never went with his forces into France Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend, With kissing him I should have kill'd him first; Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? Ere I could make thee open thy white hand That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud She is content to be at your command; And, of so great a favour growing proud, No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit? CDVIII - "BEAUTIESDOTHEM" Both in your form and nobleness of mind; Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind: Upon a homely object Love can wink. To him that bears the strong offence's cross. If I do not usurp myself, I am. Excited me to treason: their dear loss, Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God, Of greater time than I shall show to be. The third time; I hope good luck lies in odd High emperor, upon my feeble knee Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring More than with parting from my lord the king. CDIX - "SELVESFORSAKEA" Soft! see how busily she turns the leaves! Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. Lusty and like to live: the queen receives Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Each part in me that were but sensible: Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. For we no longer are defensible. Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself. Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head: Since she is living, let the time run on All's well now, sweeting; come away to bed. Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John, Each day still better other's happiness; And that be heir to his unhappiness! CDX - "NDDIEASFASTAST" No more than were I painted I would wish Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like Dumain transform'd! four woodcocks in a dish! I have not sought the day of this dislike. Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. And have no other reason for this wrong Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean-- For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, After so long grief, such festivity! Since that my case is past the help of law. To set him free from his captivity. And, to begin, wench,--so God help me, la!-- Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates! To make a stale of me amongst these mates? CDXI - "HEYSEEOTHERSGR" How covert matters may be best disclosed, Employ'd you where high profits might come home, You had not show'd them how ye were disposed So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Entreat her not the worse in that I pray O, deeper sin than bottomless conceit They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way He has his health and ampler strength indeed Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed. So mighty and so many my defects, Gentle thou art and therefore to be won, Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. CDXII - "OWANDNOTHINGGA" Out of my lean and low ability Why, this hath not a finger's dignity: Awake, awake, English nobility! Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods, No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue, Go, base intruder! overweening slave! Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: Agrees not with the leanness of his purse. CDXIII - "INSTTIMESSCYTH" It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth So to enforce or qualify the laws That I must yield my body to the earth The interruption of their churlish drums I like you, lads; about your business straight; Man here to school. Look, where his master comes; Eternal numbers to outlive long date. See what I do deliver out to each, Such dreadful heralds to astonish us. Came pouring, like the tide into a breach, You never spoke what did become you less They have been violent to me and mine. Here's my glove: give me another of thine. CDXIV - "ECANMAKEDEFENC" Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Cousin of York, we institute your grace As you shall well be satisfied withal. Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place, More than the instant army we can make, As did that one; and that, in my regard, Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! Free from these slanders and this open shame! Each one demand an answer to his part Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Courageously to pluck him from his horse. CDXV - "ESAVEBREEDTOBR" Even in the presence of the crowned king. Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. Are yours, my lord: I give them with this ring; Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Ever to conquer, and to have his worth By Him that raised me to this careful height Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Drest in a little brief authority, The care I had and have of subjects' good Oh, he is young and his minority But to himself so secret and so close, Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. CDXVI - "AVEHIMWHENHETA" Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: He was as calm as virtue--he began I am not in the roll of common men. Must gently be preserved, cherish'd, and kept: What shall I do to win my lord again? He cried almost to roaring; and he wept Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. Now where is he that will not stay so long How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue, Else had she with her father rang'd along. To things of sale a seller's praise belongs, And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs. CDXVII - "KESTHEEHENCEOT" Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John, Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on The small'st opinion on my least misuse? How I convey my shame out of thine eyes Employ'd you where high profits might come home, Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome; Exposing what is mortal and unsure Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor: Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom. CDXVIII - "HATYOUWEREYOUR" Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice As if it had been sow'd. Yet still it's strange To be new-varnish'd! Well, but to my choice: You must forget to be a woman; change Of both your armies; whose equality Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave, Which swims against your stream of quality. Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods Extremity still urgeth such extremes. Yields up his life unto a world of odds: O hard-believing love, how strange it seems Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! CDXIX - "SELFBUTLOVEYOU" See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears: Even for this let us divided live, Leaves Tarsus and again embarks. He swears Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Uproar the universal peace, confound Therefore, good mother,--I must can you so-- Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground, Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars Visit the speechless sick and still converse Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,-- Unless thou couldst return to make amends? CDXX - "ARENOLONGERYOU" As though she bid me stay by her a week; Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong O God! that one might read the book of fate, Let your breath cool yourself, telling your haste. O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; Gave me my being and my father first, Enough, captain: you have astonished him. Return and tell him so: we know the worst. Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, Of estimation and command in arms. Upon my body with their hellish charms? CDXXI - "RSTHANYOUYOURS" Repent but you that you shall lose your friend, Save when command to your dismission tends, The time invites you. Go, your servants tend. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,-- Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. Your naked infants spitted upon pikes, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break; Uproar the universal peace, confound Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne Of this escape and whither they are bound; Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. CDXXII - "ELFHERELIVEAGA" Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word For exile hath more terror in his look, Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head: Employ'd you where high profits might come home, Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead, Impatient answers from my gentle tongue? Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such Each jealous of the other, as the stung And nobleness impose: at least thus much: Give me the paper; let me read the same; Although thou hast been conduct of my shame. CDXXIII - "INSTTHISCOMING" Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord! Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth So should my shame still rest upon record, To see her noble lord restor'd to health, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words Into the channel, till the lowest stream Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep! If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, No matter then although my foot did stand Good morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand. CDXXIV - "ENDYOUSHOULDPR" Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair. Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike, Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Until her husband and my lord's return: Sir Valentine, your father's in good health: His going I could frame to serve my turn, O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns; Lopped branches, which, being dead many years, Does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds Please you, deliberate a day or two. Reverend youth; and I praise God for you. CDXXV - "EPAREANDYOURSW" Either to die the death or to abjure Pies; mace; dates?--none, that's out of my note; And dead almost, my liege, to think you were- Ready to catch each other by the throat, Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; And for your love to her lead apes in hell. Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place, Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well, You have received your griefs; nor are they such O, now you look like Hubert! all this while Unless I flatter with myself too much. Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll Swear that he shall, and then I will begin. Would I be guilty of so deep a sin. CDXXVI - "EETSEMBLANCETO" Except thou wilt except against my love. Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; That you to-day promised to tell me of? Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Many a groaning throe. Thus hulling in By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word. Like unshorn velvet on that termless skin A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums! Nay, mock not, mock not. The body of your Come not thou near me; and when that time comes, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To number Ave-Maries on his beads; O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! CDXXVII - "SOMEOTHERGIVES" Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. O hard-believing love, how strange it seems Master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, Extremity still urgeth such extremes. Of noble having and of royal hope, The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. His coming hither hath no further scope Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Richer than that which four successive kings God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise, So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. CDXXVIII - "OSHOULDTHATBEA" Of all his people and freeze up their zeal, Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn, Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel O, this it is that makes your lady mourn! Unless a brother should a brother dare Let's take the instant by the forward top; Doth choke the air with dust: in, and prepare: That in the ocean seeks another drop, Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots That you shall say my cunning drift excels. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Either to die the death or to abjure And all of them that thus dishonour her. CDXXIX - "UTYWHICHYOUHOL" Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: The place which I have feasted, does it now, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. Were but my trials of thy love and thou Hang mournful epitaphs and do all rites It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights: Hath to it circumstantial branches, which You press me far, and therefore I will yield. Of woman in me: now from head to foot Upon the left hand of the even field. How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot? O, now you look like Hubert! all this while Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile. CDXXX - "DINLEASEFINDNO" Do in his name religiously demand If this division chance, ne'er stood between, No matter then although my foot did stand Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, See what I do deliver out to each, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, For what you see is but the smallest part I am a soldier, and unapt to weep, No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Distinguish him from others, he did keep Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, Or seem so craftily; and that's not good. CDXXXI - "DETERMINATIONT" Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Therefore no more of it: hear other things. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Reward did threaten and encourage him, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim, No, good madam; I will not out of doors. And drive his purpose on to these delights. Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, Now do you know the reason of this haste. To season love, that of it doth not taste! CDXXXII - "HENYOUWEREYOUR" His father revell'd in the heart of France, Even like a man new haled from the rack, Nor will not. Come, bring me unto my chance. Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Upon his party for the gain thereof: When I have said, make answer to us both. Exist, and be a member of his love Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. You would have thought the very windows spake, Offer their own lives in their young's defence? Upon my target three fair-shining suns. Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! CDXXXIII - "SELFAGAINAFTER" Such as she says my lord did say I was. Either consent to pay this sum for me Let me have time and counsel for my cause: Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; God bless my ladies! are they all in love, And dispossessing all my other parts It is an honour that I dream not of. Nor would your noble mother for much more And often at his very loose decides From a resolved and honourable war, The current that with gentle murmur glides, Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. CDXXXIV - "YOURSELFSDECEA" Your visitation shall receive such thanks Of time, of numbers and due course of things, Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks Richer than that which four successive kings Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Each one demand an answer to his part Let fair humanity abhor the deed For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, Did seem defensible. So you left him. Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Came for additions; yet their purposed trim Extinguishing his conduct in this case; Ancient, conduct them: you best know the place. CDXXXV - "SEWHENYOURSWEE" She should have bought her dignities so dear. Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Who hath a story ready for your ear. Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Now will I charge you in the band of truth, You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. Say that I linger'd with you at your shop Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear Else would I very shortly see thee there. CDXXXVI - "TISSUEYOURSWEE" To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; Into a cloven pine; within which rift Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Unto a view so false will not incline; Else had she with her father rang'd along. Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine O, coward that I am, to live so long, Up once again; put spirit in the French: Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. CDXXXVII - "TFORMSHOULDBEA" The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy For he hath still been tried a holy man. Or sells eternity to get a toy? Reprove my allegation, if you can; Married to your good service, stay till death: Spare England, for it is your native coast; He came in thunder; his celestial breath O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost Upon his palm!--How now, you wanton calf! Lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and Did gage them both in an unjust behalf, Business, my lord! I think most understand Empale him with your weapons round about; And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. CDXXXVIII - "RWHOLETSSOFAIR" Repair'd with double riches of content. Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars His daughters seek his death. Ah, that good Kent! O, sir, to such as boasting show their scars Love for thy love and hand for hand I give. Even so void is your false heart of truth. That brings me food to make misfortune live? Says that you savour too much of your youth, Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark! As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote I have been troubled in my sleep this night, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! CDXXXIX - "AHOUSEFALLTODE" Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used, He does it under name of perfect love; O, that a lady, of one man refused. Upon his party for the gain thereof: She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, From whence he intercepted did return As nail in door. The things I speak are just. Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends: The hearts of all that he did angle for; Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends. Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck, Each in his office ready at thy beck. CDXL - "CAYWHICHHUSBAN" Came there for cure, and this by that I prove, Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move Which alters when it alteration finds, Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: Is plagued with cramps and gouts and painful fits; Could not take truce with the unruly spleen His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, Here's a good world the while! Why who's so gross, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? Sky-planted batters all rebelling coasts? Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones. Already at a point, was setting forth. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. CDXLI - "DRYINHONOURMIG" During whose reign the Percies of the north, Reprove my allegation, if you can; Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth I could have better spared a better man: Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge One sorrow never comes but brings an heir, Urging the worser sense for vantage still; Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. I am so angry at these abject terms; Give that which gave thee life unto the worms. CDXLII - "HTUPHOLDAGAINS" He would quickly have the gift of a grave. To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be. Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Proclamation, and he rails upon me. How unremovable and fix'd he is Oh, he is young and his minority Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Drest in a little brief authority, As gentle tell me, of what honour was Go; speak not to me; even now be gone. And therefore little shall I grace my cause In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Nor never did my actions yet commence Some blessed power deliver us from hence! CDXLIII - "TTHESTORMYGUST" The goodness of the night upon you, friends! The Duke be here to-night? The better! best! His crest that prouder than blue Iris bends. Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. So, get thee gone; good night Ate eyes do itch; To one so meek, that mine own servant should Of celebration of that nuptial which Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young! You are not ignorant, all-telling fame Give it an understanding but no tongue. Unless thou take that honour from thy name: So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. CDXLIV - "SOFWINTERSDAYA" She is importunate, indeed distract. Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! Few love to hear the sins they love to act; We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. Is all too heavy to admit much talk. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word, Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish Spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's? Dumain transform'd! four woodcocks in a dish! And little look'd for at your helping hands. Yet can I not of such tame patience boast And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost. CDXLV - "NDBARRENRAGEOF" Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, Did not attend him as we rode? I think Being the time the potion's force should cease. Away the performance: therefore, much drink Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, Each changing place with that which goes before, No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, Return, return, and make thy love amends. And he my husband best of all affects. Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, For no name fits thy nature but thy own! CDXLVI - "DEATHSETERNALC" Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; And with the same to act controlling laws. Though their injunction be to bar my doors He gives the bastinado with his tongue: She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns. Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. That shall distil from these two ancient urns, End in a word: such is the breath of kings. Remember so weak a composition. No, girl, I'll knit it up in silken strings And say you do't by our permission; Let me put in your minds, if you forget, Commends me to the thing I cannot get. CDXLVII - "OLDONONEBUTUNT" O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile, Let Henry fret and all the world repine. Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,-- Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. Unscissor'd shall this hair of mine remain, Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons Upon his honour'd finger, to attain Nor none so bad, but it may well be told. Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold. CDXLVIII - "HRIFTSDEARMYLO" Have loved without this mean, if on both parts Repair hither and say you are not fit. If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts For that's the golden mark I seek to hit: The king and his companions: warily She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily. Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange And mock you with me after I am gone. Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. My life I never held but as a pawn Your brother- no, no brother; yet the son- Let's levy men, and beat him back again. Or that or any place that harbours men. CDXLIX - "VEYOUKNOWYOUHA" Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. You have enscheduled briefly in your hands. Or else he never would compare between. Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild; Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong Old woes, not infant sorrows, bear them mild; We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates; You do it for increase: O strange excuse, Off with his head, and set it on York gates; Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. And they that watch see time how slow it creeps. CDL - "DAFATHERLETYOU" Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, And then is heard no more: it is a tale For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, As from a mountain-spring that feeds a dale, These people saw the chain about his neck. His lands to me, and took it on his death Each in his office ready at thy beck. Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, Even like a man new haled from the rack, That if it would but apprehend some joy, Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back: Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; Unless thou swear to me my child shall live. CDLI - "RSONSAYSONOTFR" Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, Stands in attainder of eternal shame: O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? So be thy fortune in this royal fight! And he shall signify from time to time You shall not be admitted to his sight. Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, Of whom so often I have heard renown, Than hath been taught by any of my trade; From all the impure blots and stains thereof; Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love. CDLII - "OMTHESTARSDOIM" O cruel, irreligious piety! More thirst for drink than she for this good turn. That makes thee strangle thy propriety: How like the prodigal doth she return, Exceed account; but the full sum of me Strangely neglected? when did he regard That's for thyself to breed another thee, At unawares may beat down Edward's guard Reply not in how many fathoms deep So are those crisped snaky golden locks Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? I love not less, though less the show appear: Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here. CDLIII - "YJUDGMENTPLUCK" Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us. Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; Graves only be men's works and death their gain! Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock, Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. Perchance some single vantages you took. Lions more confident, mountains and rocks Under an osier growing by a brook, Cousin, farewell: no further go in this Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. CDLIV - "ANDYETMETHINKS" Although my last: no matter, since I feel No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Till after many accents and delays, My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly Here comes the holy legate of the pope. I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently. No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope Know you not, master, to some kind of men So strive upon your pulse. What, pale again? CDLV - "IHAVEASTRONOMY" I am afraid my daughter will run mad, How many days will finish up the year; Are gone: crows and daws, crows and daws! I had Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades Something unfilial: reason my son That Photinus an eunuch and your maids Return'd my letter back. Then all alone O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon, Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone, Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased. You know there wants no junkets at the feast. CDLVI - "BUTNOTTOTELLOF" Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. Upon a homely object Love can wink. Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart No bitterness that I will bitter think, O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Though you hear now, too late--yet now's a time-- To stab at half an hour of my life. Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb The favours of these men: were they not mine? Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. Let Henry fret and all the world repine. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! CDLVII - "GOODOREVILLUCK" Go thou to Friar Penker; bid them both Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth. Did he so often lodge in open field, O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand, Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! Every man shift for all the rest, and Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. In summer, where the ways are fair enough: Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff Under these windows, white and azure laced Cuckold's horns. Master Brook, thou shalt know I Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die! CDLVIII - "OFPLAGUESOFDEA" O, let me stay, befall what may befall! From thine own sister's shame? What should I think? Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal, Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink! And venture madly on a desperate mart. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord. Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; So that from point to point now have you heard O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. Edward and Clarence. O, what cause have I, As long as you or I. yet he must die. CDLIX - "RTHSORSEASONSQ" Rely upon it till my tale be heard, That thou hast practised on her with foul charms, He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word; Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Of that proud man that did usurp his back? Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Sent your worship a morning's draught of sack. Empale him with your weapons round about; As much as may be yielded to a man: Sir, I did never win of you before. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan Nay, mock not, mock not. The body of your Such as she says my lord did say I was. Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause. CDLX - "UALITYNORCANIF" Unto the climate that they point upon. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, I speak no more than what my soul intends; That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice: Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice. Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: And were they to be ruled, and not to rule, Nor customary suits of solemn black, If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, For this will out, and here I must not stay. CDLXI - "ORTUNETOBRIEFM" O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads? Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Of this discourse we more will hear anon. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks, If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert; Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks For he tonight shall lie with Mistress Ford. My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord? CDLXII - "INUTESTELLPOIN" I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song! Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. This fever, that hath troubled me so long, Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve Such as the daughter of Agenor had, That you affect; and so must you resolve, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Let them set on at once; for I perceive Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Playing the place which did no form receive, Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours No more than from my soul I mourn for yours. CDLXIII - "TINGTOEACHHIST" The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; In fellest manner execute your aims. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs. God-den to your worship, good Captain James. That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave. On me, and you, and mine, and yours for this! Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! And throw the rider headlong in the lists, Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure? I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought So then the Volsces stand but as at first, The danger formerly by me rehearsed. CDLXIV - "HUNDERRAINANDW" He gave his honours to the world again, Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, Not to the beast that would usurp their den. Doth much excuse the appertaining rage Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Remuneration for the thing it was; Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause! If something thou wilt swear to be believed, No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved! No, not so much perdition as an hair Disdaining duty that to us belongs. With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. CDLXV - "INDORSAYWITHPR" It is thy business that I go about. Nearer in bloody thoughts, but not in blood, Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud? Reply not in how many fathoms deep Say that I wish he never find more cause And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep; Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was When nature brought him to the door of death? It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: Rather than make unprofited return. CDLXVI - "INCESIFITSHALL" It is war's prize to take all vantages; No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff. Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Study to break it and not break my troth. If you were born to honour, show it now; For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes, Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge: How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord! CDLXVII - "GOWELLBYOFTPRE" God bless my ladies! are they all in love, Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor What think you? may we, with the warrant of Exposing what is mortal and unsure Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags, Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags, Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale? Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, For Somerset, off with his guilty head. The greatness he has got. I hourly learn Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. CDLXVIII - "DICTTHATIINHEA" Did all the chivalry of England move In the end of autumn turned to the rams, Came there for cure, and this by that I prove, To revel in the entrails of my lambs. The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk; He dreamt to-night the boar had razed his helm: And curd, like eager droppings into milk, To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm. If friend or foe, let him be gently used. In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, Nothing more dear to me. You are abused Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's Ere you can take due orders for a priest: And flaky darkness breaks within the east. CDLXIX - "VENFINDBUTFROM" Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, Follow me, then. Lord Helicane, a word. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid; Not knowing them until we know their grave: Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid But I'll unto his majesty, and crave Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, From whom my absence was not six months old Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, More thirst for drink than she for this good turn. CDLXX - "THINEEYESMYKNO" Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand. If Hamlet give the first or second hit, Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, Exception bid him speak, and at this time Ely with Richmond troubles me more near You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye, You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Out of my sight, and never see me more! CDLXXI - "WLEDGEIDERIVEA" With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe! Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so. Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man; Else shall you not have any hand at all Is it no more to be your daughter than Did to his predecessors part withal. Each flower moisten'd like a melting eye; Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand; I've hope to live, and am prepared to die. Virtue he had, deserving to command: Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange And she will speak most bitterly and strange. CDLXXII - "NDCONSTANTSTAR" Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast, Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, Came here to make us merry! and thou hast O thou fond many, with what loud applause Now bind my brows with iron; and approach So honour cross it from the north to south, That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! Now am I seated as my soul delights, Thy rage sham burn thee up, and thou shalt turn Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: The greatness he has got. I hourly learn And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! CDLXXIII - "SINTHEMIREADSU" Should the approach of this wild river break, Is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear, He is not yet arrived: nor know I aught Embowell'd will I see thee by and by: Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought I have a brother is condemn'd to die: Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Upon the parting of your wives and you. CDLXXIV - "CHARTASTRUTHAN" Coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast As much as may be yielded to a man: Receiving them from such a worthless post. To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, She tears the senseless Sinon with her nails, That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? Than that which dearest father bears his son How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, And sits as one new risen from a dream. Name her not now, sir; she's a deadly theme. CDLXXV - "DBEAUTYSHALLTO" Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late: Better forbear till Proteus make return. Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn: Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, You said the enemy would not come down, See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. And you, Achilles, let these threats alone, Look up a-height. The shrill-gorg'd lark so far Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan. That the probation bear no hinge nor loop O, this is it that makes your servants droop! CDLXXVI - "GETHERTHRIVEIF" Good night to your redress! Is the duke gone? Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. The pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn He lessens his requests; and to thee sues Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. Return'd my letter back. Then all alone That I were couching with the doctor's clerk. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage, Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. Either thou art most ignorant by age, I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough. CDLXXVII - "FROMTHYSELFTOS" From any other foul unlawful touch Remove your siege from my unyielding heart; Of all the gentry; for the most part such My will to her consent is but a part; To match us in comparisons with dirt, He shall not breathe infection in this air You less know how to value her desert Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Let us into the city presently Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed! Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, Shall in procession sing her endless praise. CDLXXVIII - "TORETHOUWOULDS" To make me give the lie to my true sight, O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen: Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Then my digression is so vile, so base, His valour, coin and people, in the wars? Of the most pious Edward with such grace Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, On a dissension of a doit, break out Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make Look on her, mark her well; be but about Discretion; and the fox carries the goose. Shall be the war that Henry means to use. CDLXXIX - "TCONVERTORELSE" They know their master loves to be aloft, Come in, come in: I'll go get a fire. O, yes; and went between us very oft. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Reproach is stamp'd in Collatinus' face, Thick-sighted, barren, lean and lacking juice, Or who should study to prefer a peace. Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. Left there round turrets destitute and pale. Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. CDLXXX - "OFTHEETHISIPRO" O perjured woman! They are both forsworn: From forth the noise and rumour of the field, This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn, He shall submit, or I will never yield. Establish him in his true sense again, England is safe, if true within itself? The itch of his affection should not then His wish'd ability, he had himself In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms, Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits It is the bloody business which informs Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow O you immortal gods! I will not go. CDLXXXI - "GNOSTICATETHYE" Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, Of that report which I so oft have heard. Shall more obey than to the edge of steel That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: I spake unto this crown as having sense, Call by thy trumpet. He that dares approach, And husband nature's riches from expense; There was a pretty redness in his lip, Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: That he may bless this bay with his tall ship, His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France. You cry against the noble senate, who, Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. CDLXXXII - "NDISTRUTHSANDB" No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend: Though he divide the realm and give thee half, Rather than have that savage duke thine heir Upon his palm!--How now, you wanton calf! These mouths, who but of late, earth, sea, and air, He should receive his punishment in thanks: So, get thee gone; good night Ate eyes do itch; And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks. No less in pity than his glory which Do not, in grant of all demands at large, But from Lord Angelo by special charge. CDLXXXIII - "EAUTYSDOOMANDD" Except a sword or sceptre balance it: And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; The moist impediments unto my speech, Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, So near the cradle of the fairy queen? Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels, Of the great count himself, she is too mean Or like an idle thresher with a flail, Metheglin, wort, and malmsey: well run, dice! All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, Dumain was at my service, and his sword: Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord? CDLXXXIV - "ATEWHENICONSID" A torch for me: let wantons light of heart To see her noble lord restor'd to health, Each one demand an answer to his part With an invisible and subtle stealth Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give England ne'er had a king until his time. No praise to thee but what in thee doth live. In the division of each several crime, Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings, O thou fond many, with what loud applause No, girl, I'll knit it up in silken strings Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws I writ to's holiness. Nay then, farewell! Discolour: and so Montjoy, fare you well. CDLXXXV - "EREVERYTHINGTH" Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Each one demand an answer to his part Visit the speechless sick and still converse Either for life or death, upon the earth Regard me as I do not flatter, and Your son and daughter found this trespass worth This is a man's invention, and his hand. He's follow'd both with body and with mind; It seem'd they would debate with angry swords. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords! Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more He doth again repeat, and that they swore. CDLXXXVI - "ATGROWSHOLDSIN" Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought: That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: One that made means to come by what he hath, Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Sorrow were ever razed and testy wrath He would quickly have the gift of a grave. O, answer not, but to my closet bring Lady, you know no rules of charity, Disclaiming here the kindred of the king, Sir, in good faith, in sincere verity, In simple and low things to prince it much No glory lives behind the back of such. CDLXXXVII - "PERFECTIONBUTA" Poor queen! how love to me and to her son Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away? Either thou art most ignorant by age, Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge; That one for all, or all for one we gage; In this I'll be impartial; be you judge Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, Now for the counsel of my son and queen! But by your setting on, by your consent? Under your good correction, I have seen, Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved! CDLXXXVIII - "LITTLEMOMENTTH" Lead to the Sagittary the raised search; I well might hear, delivered with a groan, Tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church. To smile at scapes and perils overblown. Let us come in, that we may bind him fast Either thou art most ignorant by age, My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Myself in my incertain grounds to fail Else with the like I had requited him. No vast obscurity or misty vale, That it will quickly drop; my day is dim. Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive How many years a mortal man may live. CDLXXXIX - "ATTHISHUGESTAG" Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out. Serve God, love me and mend. There will I leave His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: Else had she with her father rang'd along. Since he himself is reft from her by death: That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong. And Regan with him. Have you nothing said Grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read. CDXC - "EPRESENTETHNOU" Else had she with her father rang'd along. Please you to interpose, fair madam: kneel Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, So under his insulting falchion lies England and France might, through their amity, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, To bear the tidings of calamity. Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, To see thy noble uncle thus distract? Hath drawn him from his own determined aid, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay! CDXCI - "GHTBUTSHOWSWHE" Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off. To the ambassadors of England gives By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! Upon their ancient malice will forget There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk. So doth the cony struggle in the net. Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work? O, is it so? But why commands the king What, must I hold a candle to my shames? See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring, When we were happy we had other names. Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan, Enough to purchase what you have made known. CDXCII - "REONTHESTARSIN" Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. Till that the nature of your fault be known He hath not money for these Irish wars, Each man apart, all single and alone, Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife. Against the laws and statutes of this town, Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, She is a theme of honour and renown, It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. CDXCIII - "SECRETINFLUENC" Spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's? Empale him with your weapons round about; Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. I'll put a girdle round about the earth Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose Let Henry fret and all the world repine. Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Cannot be seen or heard. Do but look up. CDXCIV - "ECOMMENTWHENIP" Exposing what is mortal and unsure Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France, O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, More than a wild exposture to each chance My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed, England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. That no supporter but the huge firm earth Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope! He doth me wrong to feed me with delays. England did never owe so sweet a hope, Not shall we need his help these fourteen days. I see these witches are afraid of swords. Poor we may call them in their native lords. CDXCV - "ERCEIVETHATMEN" Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick Charging the sour-faced groom to hie as fast Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; I see a yielding in the looks of France; Verona, for a while I take my leave, Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; His love, perceiving how he is enraged, And with a great heart heave away the storm: Than honesty to honesty engaged, Makes me look dismal will I clip to form; Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? CDXCVI - "ASPLANTSINCREA" All three of them are desperate: their great guilt, Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou wilt; Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak. And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech: Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Comes through commissions, which compel from each Return and tell him so: we know the worst. Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. CDXCVII - "SECHEEREDANDCH" She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Enfeoff'd himself to popularity; Come, come, you forward and unable worms! He'ld make an end of thy posterity. Except thou wilt except against my love. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound Disguise us at my lodging and return, Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs, Her lively colour kill'd with deadly cares. CDXCVIII - "EQUEDEVENBYTHE" Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Quiet and gentle thy conditions! for Upon a homely object Love can wink. Each changing place with that which goes before, Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, Except thou wilt except against my love. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Not you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes, His honesty rewards him in itself; Else would he never so demean himself. CDXCIX - "SELFSAMESKYVAU" Scaling his present bearing with his past, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: Fearing some hard news from the warlike band, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, And must we be divided? must we part? Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive; King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? And send the hearers weeping to their beds: Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads? D - "NTINTHEIRYOUTH" Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. To place upon the volume of your deeds, Investing lank-lean; cheeks and war-worn coats Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, That you should seal this lawless bloody book He seem'd to find his way without his eyes, Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. I do believe her, though I know she lies, Revenge upon myself with present moan? You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, Unto the base bed of some rascal groom, That unassailable holds on his rank, How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! DI - "FULSAPATHEIGHT" Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead: Unto a view so false will not incline; Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed; So many blows upon this face of mine, All yet seems well; and if it end so meet, Places: your hearts are mighty, your skins are And vaulted with such ease into his seat, That two such noble peers as ye should jar! His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. I saw't this morning: confident I am Go, take it up unto thy master's use. He must observe their mood on whom he jests, To give in evidence. What then? What rests? DII - "DECREASEANDWEA" Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Come, come, beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails, Strange images of death. As thick as hail Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. Not what you are, I know it will excuse Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: Were I a common laugher, or did use Either for life or death, upon the earth Although not valued to the money's worth. DIII - "RTHEIRBRAVESTA" Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss Ely with Richmond troubles me more near I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome! Revives two greater in the heirs of life; Be emptied to redeem a traitor home? Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, And heavy ignorance aloft to fly Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, Either to get the town again or die: Seek out King John and fall before his feet; That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf! DIV - "TEOUTOFMEMORYT" Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Of forfeiture, of justice and his bond. Unto the king be by, and then his state To pray for them that have done scathe to us. O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel, For what they have not, that which they possess Many an English ditty lovely well Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. My sighs and tears and will not once relent? Of the great count himself, she is too mean Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, You shall be as a father to my youth; That we may know the traitors and the truth! DV - "HENTHECONCEITO" Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out, England and France might, through their amity, No masque to-night: the wind is come about; To bear the tidings of calamity. Here in your city; I now came from him: Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Came for additions; yet their purposed trim Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would, No; for he could not so resign his crown Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns: Enow to press a royal merchant down I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. To revenge is no valour, but to bear. Of whom you seem to have so tender care? DVI - "FTHISINCONSTAN" Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach Turning past evils to advantages. His folly to the mettle of my speech? It is war's prize to take all vantages; Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws I am not I, if there be such an I; Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause, Comes all too late, yet let the traitor die; Observe how Antony becomes his flaw, Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw. To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves: And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. Now in his life, against your holy oath? DVII - "TSTAYSETSYOUMO" To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege; The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. All preparation for a bloody siege You have, my lord: would it might please your grace, Since that the truest issue of thy throne Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; To whom my father is not all unknown, She was in love, and he she loved proved mad You will not do't for all the world, I hope. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! Upon your stubborn usage of the pope; More than a wild exposture to each chance Of all his wars within the realm of France? DVIII - "STRICHINYOUTHB" So may the outward shows be least themselves: Take that, until thou bring me better news. Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves In such a business give me leave to use Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, His present and your pains we thank you for: If lost, why then a grievous labour won; Now good or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: Once more adieu! my father at the road Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, To throw away the dearest thing he owed, Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home. Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. DIX - "EFOREMYSIGHTWH" Empties itself, as doth an inland brook For they their guilt with weeping will unfold, O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook: Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange My lord, where are you? what devise you on? You must forget to be a woman; change She is a woman, therefore to be won. If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life. Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Happily met, my lady and my wife! Than all thy brothers; cherish it, my boy, Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt? DX - "EREWASTEFULTIM" Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved Scaling his present bearing with his past, To eat those little darlings whom they loved. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift, Lend me the letter; let me see what news. To cross my friend in his intended drift In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone. DXI - "EDEBATETHWITHD" Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Dispersed those vapours that offended us; Employ'd you where high profits might come home, But my true love is grown to such excess And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood, The presentation of but what I was; Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz? Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. I hope this reason stands for my excuse. To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. DXII - "ECAYTOCHANGEYO" Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And spotless shall mine innocence arise, Your salt tears' head: now to all sense 'tis gross The gods revenge it upon me and mine, Or like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine, How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! And in such indexes, although small pricks Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth. Good sir, no more! These are unsightly tricks. Ever to conquer, and to have his worth You have received your griefs; nor are they such O, speak no more, for I have heard too much. DXIII - "URDAYOFYOUTHTO" Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed, Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed. And a most instant tetter bark'd about, You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. For he hath still been tried a holy man. Yet did repent me, after more advice; Our archers shall be placed in the midst Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; That she may make, unmake, do what she list, How many things by season season'd are Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen Or else he never would compare between. DXIV - "SULLIEDNIGHTAN" Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Upon the wild sea banks and waft her love Lusty and like to live: the queen receives Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof. I would not wed her for a mine of gold. Eating the air and promise of supply, Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold. Now his important blood will nought deny In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Guilty of treason, forgery, and shift, How now, Signior Launce! what news with your The other, that he do record a gift, And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. DXV - "DALLINWARWITHT" Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid And I will stoop and humble my intents Let in that amity which you have made; Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, I dare do all that may become a man; Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Would I were young for your sake, Mistress Anne! And that we find the slothful watch but weak, Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Will in his brinish bowels swallow him. I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; They come like sacrifices in their trim, His time of folly and his time of sport; To spoil the city and your royal court. DXVI - "IMEFORLOVEOFYO" In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk: May they not be my oracles as well, Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell, O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Look on her, mark her well; be but about O spite! too old to be engaged to young. Values itself so highly that to her Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir? Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest? Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!-- Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? DXVII - "UASHETAKESFROM" Unless they seek for hatred at my hands; And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. Should many people, under two commands, He came too late, the ship was under sail: End in one purpose, and be all well borne To visit other places; and come down As, to behold desert a beggar born, Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown: Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste Receiving them from such a worthless post. O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause. DXVIII - "YOUIENGRAFTYOU" You holy clergymen, is there no plot Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves Uneven is the course, I like it not. I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Except some petty towns of no import: Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum. Go, call before me all the lords in court. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, You might have been enough the man you are, Of that occasion that shall bring it on. Unto the climate that they point upon. DXIX - "NEWBUTWHEREFOR" Not to break peace, or any branch of it, Else one self mate and mate could not beget Whose party do the townsmen yet admit? But for because he hath not woo'd me yet: Upon his royal face there is no note The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours Who in despite of view is pleased to dote; He held me last night at least nine hours Environ you, till mischief and despair Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains, On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale, Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. DXX - "EDONOTYOUAMIGH" Enough to purchase what you have made known. Do you not see that I am out of breath? O, my good lord, why are you thus alone? Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death. O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss! The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege. You will demand of me why I do this? Ordained is to raise this tedious siege Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And the nobility of Rome are his: Made my name once more noble. Now his son, I know not, Marcus; but I know it is, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair! Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. DXXI - "TIERWAYMAKEWAR" Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern Even so void is your false heart of truth. Rather than make unprofited return. Which seem to move and wanton with her breath And both for my sake lay on me this cross: You cannot guess who caused your father's death. Musing and sighing, with your arms across, And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Who in this dull and long-continued truce And touching now the point of human skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will. DXXII - "UPONTHISBLOODY" Unless the fear of death doth make me dote, Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? On such a full sea are we now afloat; Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Those that would die or ere resist are grown He hath a kind of honour sets him off, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone. Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough But since correction lieth in those hands Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught, On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought, Dispatch! The room where they supp'd is too hot; Yet who's so blind, but says he sees it not? DXXIII - "TYRANTTIMEANDF" Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; You all look strangely on me; and you most. Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen As victors of my silence cannot boast; Now must I hide his body in some hole, The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb. Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul; If I do not usurp myself, I am. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Affection's edge in me, were she as rough Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence! For womanish it is to be from thence. DXXIV - "ORTIFYYOURSELF" O prudent discipline! From north to south: Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Fall'n into taint; which to believe of her Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir: O, may such purple tears be alway shed Upon his visage, and that all the walls Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough. DXXV - "INYOURDECAYWIT" Is very snow-broth; one who never feels No, misery makes sport to mock itself: Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Came from the north and thus it did import: Arm, arm, my lord;--Rome never had more cause. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. When thou wast here above the ground, I was It was a vision fair and fortunate: The more that Henry was unfortunate. DXXVI - "HMEANSMOREBLES" Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake; My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past. Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks. Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity, O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, Remember so weak a composition. Expect your highness' doom of life or death. By'r lady, he is a good musician. Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath Either be patient, and entreat me fair, See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. DXXVII - "SEDTHANMYBARRE" Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear: The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws And range with humble livers in content, Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause, My mother is assailed in our tent, Yet let her be a principality, But if thy arms be to no other end, And death's dim look in life's mortality: Repent but you that you shall lose your friend, Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Else had she with her father rang'd along. DXXVIII - "NRHYMENOWSTAND" No care, no stop! so senseless of expense, Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears Marking the embarked traders on the flood, Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Nearer in bloody thoughts, but not in blood, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, We shall be short in our provision: See you the fornicatress be removed: The harmony of this peace. The vision Alas, the tender boy, in passion moved, Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. DXXIX - "YOUONTHETOPOFH" You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? O, but I love his lady too too much, Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave Or senseless speaking or a speaking such Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us? Till I be brought to such a silly pass! He and his toothpick at my worship's mess, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. This was so and no slumber. Dreams are toys: O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys, Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad! For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold! DXXX - "APPYHOURSANDMA" Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last; Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, O, you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks! Under her other was the tender boy, Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks, Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; And oftentimes have purposed to forbid Nothing at all: it is a highwrought flood; Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! DXXXI - "NYMAIDENGARDEN" None else of name; and of all other men Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last. My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again, And your fair princess,--goddess!--O, alas! I shall attend your leisure: but make haste; Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place! Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, And I by this will be a gainer too; Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Do as I bid you; shut doors after you: Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; No, good madam; I will not out of doors. DXXXII - "SYETUNSETWITHV" So do you too, where you perceive them thick. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, Exampled by the first pace that is sick Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself. Show duty, as mistaken all this while Else would he never so demean himself. The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received, When my love swears that she is made of truth I do not greatly care to be deceived, Their bodies to the lust of English youth He doth again repeat, and that they swore. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? DXXXIII - "IRTUOUSWISHWOU" I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, To-day shalt thou behold a subject die Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Or who should study to prefer a peace. Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Some high, some low, the painter was so nice; When these so noble benefits shall prove In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern She laugh'd, and told the Moor he should not choose How like the prodigal doth she return, Were I a common laugher, or did use On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain, Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. DXXXIV - "LDBEARYOURLIVI" Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised: Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send Beggar the estimation which you prized Each hath his place and function to attend: And will that thou henceforth attend on us. Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. You'll make a mutiny among my guests! O that it were to do! What have we done? Unto the body of a dismal yew, Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. In doing wrong extenuates not wrong, Very hardly upon such a subject. In brief, sir, study what you most affect. DXXXV - "NGFLOWERSMUCHL" Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. For Brutus only overcame himself, Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud? Whether I live or die, be you the sons England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! So that this land, like an offensive wife Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts, Under whose heavy sense your brother's life Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! DXXXVI - "IKERTHANYOURPA" Into the staggers and the careless lapse Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; Expire before the flowers in their caps, Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by, That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud He calls me to a restitution large As mad as the vex'd sea, singing aloud, No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Your salt tears' head: now to all sense 'tis gross O, he is old and blushes not at death. Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. DXXXVII - "INTEDCOUNTERFE" Incurr'd a traitor's name; exposed myself, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; To leave the city and commit yourself Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Coral is far more red than her lips' red; Or that or any place that harbours men. Until the golden circuit on my head, Not you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz? Envenom him with words, or get thee gone Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Fair payment for foul words is more than due. Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. DXXXVIII - "ITSOSHOULDTHEL" I'll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool, This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, So long as out of limit and true rule Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. Swearing that you withhold his levied host, He gains by death that hath such means to die: Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast, Upon the love and truth and vows which I Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, This and my food are equals; there's no odds: How he did seem to dive into their hearts Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head. DXXXIX - "INESOFLIFETHAT" I cannot tell what you and other men Not working with the eye without the ear, Establish him in his true sense again, Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. In having known no travel in his youth. For thy three thousand ducats here is six. England is safe, if true within itself? That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, How and which way I may bestow myself And wring the awful sceptre from his fist, To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list! DXL - "LIFEREPAIRWHIC" Long die thy happy days before thy death; Is it not well? What should you need of more? Fie, now you run this humour out of breath, Each changing place with that which goes before, Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent? As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep It shall not need; thy father hath his life. Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! Why do you look so strange upon your wife? He on her belly falls, she on her back. It is not lost; but what an if it were? Come on, I say; and first begin with her. DXLI - "HTHISTIMESPENC" Had I it written, I would tear the word. To tread a measure with you on this grass. Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, It may be good: pride hath no other glass Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly I that do bring the news made not the match. My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. End in one purpose, and be all well borne So is it not with me as with that Muse Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn; Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Not you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone. DXLII - "ILORMYPUPILPEN" I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, On any ground that I am ruler of, Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave, You would have thought the very windows spake, Playing the place which did no form receive, Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make Passing these flats, are taken by the tide; I see, as in a map, the end of all. Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried. Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal, Establish him in his true sense again, None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen. DXLIII - "NEITHERININWAR" No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet I know what thorns the growing rose defends; That ever Hector and Achilles meet; Here did she fall a tear; here in this place Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Reproach is stamp'd in Collatinus' face, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel: Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs I have been closely shrouded in this bush Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues: We'll put the matter to the present push.- As, if it can, I will presume in you-- Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? DXLIV - "DWORTHNOROUTWA" Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit? Whose height commands as subject all the vale, Or have we eaten on the insane root Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men? No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine; On yon proud man, should take it off again Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Under whose simple semblance he hath fed This accident is not unlike my dream: What nearer debt in all humanity And yet not fall; so light is vanity. DXLV - "RDFAIRCANMAKEY" Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, If she sustain him and his hundred knights, Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights: And pray God's blessing into thy attempt: Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. My lords of England, let me tell you this: Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. Extremity still urgeth such extremes. You came not of one mother then, it seems. DXLVI - "OULIVEYOURSELF" Of all the kingdom. Many more there are; Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing Like to a dismal clangour heard from far, I had forgot myself; am I not king? Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less You have enscheduled briefly in your hands. Of this great sport together, as you guess? Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns; Return, return, and make thy love amends. Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, Lucretia's glove, wherein her needle sticks: For thy three thousand ducats here is six. DXLVII - "INEYESOFMENTOG" I do beseech you, as in way of taste, Nor to be seen: my crown is called content: Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent Each changing place with that which goes before, Salutes each other with each other's form; Or with the clamorous report of war For yet ere supper-time must I perform Merrily, merrily shall I live now England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, Needs must I under my transgression bow, The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, Go I to make the French lay down their arms. DXLVIII - "IVEAWAYYOURSEL" In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth? Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? Even so void is your false heart of truth. As you are now, for you are cold and stem; Why should poor beauty indirectly seek And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. You know your own degrees; sit down: at first Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man. Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. DXLIX - "FKEEPSYOURSELF" From his soft bosom never to remove, Kate, eat apace. And now, my honey love, Effect it with some care, that he may prove Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Priam, why art thou old and yet not wise? So am I now: O no, that cannot be; Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Richer than that which four successive kings She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Like fragments in hard voyages, became Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim? DL - "STILLANDYOUMUS" She would to each one sip. You are retired, The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. I would his troubles likewise were expired, Limit each leader to his several charge, Love's stories written in love's richest book. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. Nay, do not fright us with an angry look; Dish of some three-pence; your honours have seen You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb Unto the base bed of some rascal groom, Much will be seen in that. In the mean time, Until four hundred one and twenty years Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. DLI - "TLIVEDRAWNBYYO" That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more; Into the madness wherein now he raves, Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! And beauty making beautiful old rhyme With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, Never so much as in a thought unborn By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! You, madam, for you are more nobly born, Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. DLII - "UROWNSWEETSKIL" Upon so soft a subject as myself! Richer than that which four successive kings O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings Not to a rage. Patience and sorrow strove Shall be the war that Henry means to use. Who will not change a raven for a dove? Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, To this unworthy husband of his wife; So his unhallow'd haste her words delays, Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take Lysander if you live, good sir, awake. DLIII - "LWHOWILLBELIEV" Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy, Well-a-day, we could scarce help ourselves. Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! I know repentant tears ensue the deed, Leap in with me into this angry flood, Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read By which the world's best garden be achieved, England we love; and for that England's sake Lives in the English court, and is received If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. DLIV - "EMYVERSEINTIME" Exampled by the first pace that is sick My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look, Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. She treads the path that she untreads again; Enough; I read your fortune in your eye. I know they are stuff'd with protestations Never can blab, nor know not what we mean. Turn all to the best! These proclamations, It is his highness' pleasure that the queen Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; Else had she with her father rang'd along. DLV - "TOCOMEIFITWERE" To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen! Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen, Of such possessions, and so high esteem, My life I never held but as a pawn Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, I do beseech you, whither is he gone? Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; I would not my unhoused free condition Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips: Wave thus, to express his disposition, Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear, Else would I very shortly see thee there. DLVI - "FILLDWITHYOURM" France should have torn and rent my very heart, It shall do well. But yet do I believe Let them have scope: though what they do impart Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused With those gross taunts I often have endured. I never heard a passion so confused, The ills that were not, grew to faults assured He solemnly had sworn, that what he spoke You have in that forsworn the use of eyes One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. DLVII - "OSTHIGHDESERTS" On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares! So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. The daughter of a king, my drops of tears He must, he is, he cannot but be wise: Is as the very centre of the earth, Go, Captain, from me greet the Danish king. He that helps him take all my outward worth. Do not believe him. O, behold this ring, Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me; Each man apart, all single and alone, Read to her sons than she hath read to thee The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot, So may a thousand actions, once afoot. DLVIII - "THOUGHYETHEAVE" That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood Her ashes new create another heir, Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud Else would I very shortly see thee there. Though palaces and pyramids do slope He must observe their mood on whom he jests, England did never owe so sweet a hope, And I have heard it said, unbidden guests Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. DLIX - "NKNOWSITISBUTA" No doubt they rose up early to observe Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. Not my deserts, but what I will deserve: On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife. Impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? Thou hast no husband yet nor I no wife. In argument and proof of which contract, Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran Before I would have granted to that act. Unless he live until he be a man. The tucket sonance and the note to mount; As I all other in all worths surmount. DLX - "SATOMBWHICHHID" So shall I live to speak my father's words: A landless knight makes thee a landed squire. The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Only, good master, while we do admire My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt By testament have given to the church Within the knowledge of mine own desert, He is but one: you and my brother search If not, to hide what I have said to thee, Confine yourself but in a patient list. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me How can she be with him? When was she missed? I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid Directly interest: mark what Jacob did. DLXI - "ESYOURLIFEANDS" Envy your great deservings and good name, Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. You are not ignorant, all-telling fame O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! Unless you can find sport in their intents, Ready to catch each other by the throat, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, I prattle out of fashion, and I dote From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage Else had she with her father rang'd along. And thy unkindness be like crooked age, Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song! Did prophesy that Richmond should be king, So sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. DLXII - "HOWSNOTHALFYOU" He held me last night at least nine hours Out of my lean and low ability With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Or dive into the bottom of the deep, The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep, Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Or he his manage by the well-doing steed. Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. DLXIII - "RPARTSIFICOULD" Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come! Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: Another, with his finger and his thumb, Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, The very list, the very utmost bound She shall undo her credit with the Moor. I have no relish of them, but abound For we will shake him, or worse days endure. In any breast of strong authority, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse, Oh, he is young and his minority Unto a lineal true-derived course. Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, Do you see this? Look on her! look! her lips! DLXIV - "WRITETHEBEAUTY" We may not think the justness of each act Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. In argument and proof of which contract, To be of such a weak and silly mind Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt. He took me by the wrist and held me hard; England shall double gild his treble guilt; By doing deeds of hospitality. Ere once she can discharge one word of woe: And death's dim look in life's mortality: Unto his several mistress, which they'll know Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue. DLXV - "OFYOUREYESANDI" O Mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed, Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. You love my son; invention is ashamed, Or so devote to Aristotle's checks Upon whose faith and honour I repose. Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Except it be to pray against thy foes. You are too young, too happy, and too good, Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, So to enforce or qualify the laws And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause, Do rush upon us as their hungry prey. If any ship put out, then straight away. DLXVI - "NFRESHNUMBERSN" Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. Stoop'd as to foot us: his ascension is Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword, My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Before we hear him, of some things of weight Either be gone before the watch be set, Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: She shall not sue unheard. So to them both. Now in his life, against your holy oath? DLXVII - "UMBERALLYOURGR" Unable to support this lump of clay, My will that marks thee for my earth's delight, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away Either his gracious promise, which you might, Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back; Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword Under the canopies of costly state, Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Guilty of treason, forgery, and shift, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. DLXVIII - "ACESTHEAGETOCO" Ay me! I fell; and yet do question make Caesar made here; but made not here his brag England we love; and for that England's sake Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag; That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for. Hath yielded up his body to the grave; Each changing place with that which goes before, And shall the same give pardon to a slave? Go thou. I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs Ere you can take due orders for a priest: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Or by what means got'st thou to be released? Chief architect and plotter of these woes: O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. DLXIX - "MEWOULDSAYTHIS" My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did. Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Away with her, and waft her hence to France. Your favours, the ambassadors of love; To take the one the other, by some chance, Have sent to thee, to receive the meed of I give to both your speeches, which were such Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much? DLXX - "POETLIESSUCHHE" Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close Or hateful cuckoos hatch in sparrows' nests? Except it be to pray against thy foes. To give in evidence. What then? What rests? Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, It were a better death than die with mocks, Endue you with the people's voice: remains So are those crisped snaky golden locks Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: Upon my daughter's head! Tell me, mine own. Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough. Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stone. Hath yielded up his body to the grave; Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! DLXXI - "AVENLYTOUCHESN" As one that surfeits thinking on a want. Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Each cheek a river running from a fount Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, Lest he that is the supreme King of kings Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep: To dry the old oak's sap and cherish springs, Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep. Upon the world dim darkness doth display, Call not your stocks for me. I serve the King; Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth Nor to his service no such joy on earth. DLXXII - "EERTOUCHDEARTH" Else one self mate and mate could not beget Esteem him as a lamb, being compared Rome shall record, and when I do forget To answer mildly; for they are prepared Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings, Here's a good world the while! Why who's so gross, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make And, after, meet you sooner than you would. Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. This news is mortal to the queen: look down Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown. DLXXIII - "LYFACESSOSHOUL" Lead on to some foul issue: we all kneel. You would for paradise break faith, and troth; Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel. Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile: Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Show duty, as mistaken all this while See where it comes! Behavior, what wert thou Of the most bloody nurser of his harms! Set it down. Is ink and paper ready? Honour and beauty, in the owner's arms, Of fourteen; I have known thee already. Upon the wild sea banks and waft her love Live scandalized and foully spoken of. DLXXIV - "DMYPAPERSYELLO" Douglas is living, and your brother, yet; My friends and brethren in these great affairs, Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Ready to go, but never to return. Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Let us address to tend on Hector's heels: Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs, Or is your gold and silver ewes and rams? DLXXV - "WDWITHTHEIRAGE" Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! With amplest entertainment: my free drift I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Here, love, thou seest how diligent I am, That Edward is escaped from your brother, He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, Extinguishing his conduct in this case; I am left out; for me nothing remains. Right joyous are we to behold your face, And this brave fellow too, we are the grains: God forbid any malice should prevail, Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. DLXXVI - "BESCORNDLIKEOL" By strangling thee in her accursed womb Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? Can cunning sin cover itself withal! On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit Nor was not to be equall'd;'--thus your verse Do the part of an honest man in it. Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, In whose comparison all whites are ink, King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim, Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Look, if my gentle love be not raised up! DLXXVII - "DMENOFLESSTRUT" Defacing monuments of conquer'd France, May all the building in my fancy pluck Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence Stay yet. You vile abominable tents, The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; The basin that receives your guilty blood. DLXXVIII - "HTHANTONGUEAND" How can she be with him? When was she missed? That hast deceived so many with thy vows? Have faculty by nature to subsist; And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone. That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Now will I charge you in the band of truth, Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men, Unto the base bed of some rascal groom, Establish him in his true sense again, And let Bianca take her sister's room. Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Disdainful to be tried by't: 'tis not well. DLXXIX - "YOURTRUERIGHTS" You sad Andronici, have done with woes: Observe degree, priority and place, Upon whose faith and honour I repose. Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face The galloping of horse: who was't came by? Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Upon the love and truth and vows which I Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. Return and tell him so: we know the worst. I say she's dead; I'll swear't. If word nor oath Gave me my being and my father first, How much in duty I am bound to both. The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole. Shall I lay perjury upon my soul? DLXXX - "BETERMDAPOETSR" Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, To-morrow shall we visit you again. Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin Distasted with the salt of broken tears. Are at the duke's already: you have been Past all expressing. It is very meet Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king? Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. DLXXXI - "AGEANDSTRETCHE" As well possess'd; my love is more than his; Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: Able to ravish any dull conceit: Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, Does he rake this together! Now, my lords, She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above Then let your will attend on their accords. Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, The firstlings of my hand. And even now, Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day, He is but one: you and my brother search Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. DLXXXII - "DMETREOFANANTI" Deserved it too; and then the boy, his clerk, My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Of six preceding ancestors, that gem, For nimble thought can jump both sea and land And underwrite in an observing kind Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair; And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough. DLXXXIII - "QUESONGBUTWERE" Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage, Upon whose faith and honour I repose. Either thou art most ignorant by age, So mild, that Patience seem'd to scorn his woes. O God's name, see the lists and all things fit: Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Give entertainment to the might of it, By them shall make a fuller number up, Upon the dancing banners of the French, The winds and persecutions of the sky. Worse than the scaring bell, when the brown wench Either to get the town again or die: Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, England ne'er had a king until his time. DLXXXIV - "SOMECHILDOFYOU" Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came, Or your own honour to contain the ring, My hands are of your colour; but I shame Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king, Chased us away; till, raising of more aid, Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will. If ever he have wife, let her he made Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still; Divides more wider than the sky and earth, O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; For he himself is subject to his birth. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps Or is the adder better than the eel Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel. DLXXXV - "RSALIVETHATTIM" Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And here the smug and silver Trent shall run Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Extremity still urgeth such extremes. Thy word is current with him for my death, Here comes the holy legate of the pope. And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, To business with the King, more than the scope To-night we'll wander through the streets and note If in this blemish'd fort I make some hole More than my body's parting with my soul! DLXXXVI - "EYOUSHOULDLIVE" Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Unless thou couldst return to make amends? She clepes him king of graves and grave for kings, He has no children. All my pretty ones? O Brakenbury, I have done those things, Upon my target three fair-shining suns. Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: Decline your head. This kiss, if it durst speak, Let your breath cool yourself, telling your haste. I fight against thee! No: I will go seek Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Else you may be marvellously mistook. DLXXXVII - "TWICEINITANDIN" The Britons have razed out, though with the loss Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind; If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my mind England we love; and for that England's sake Is now in England, ransacking the church, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. To follow Caesar in his triumph, since And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck, I did so, and went further, which is now Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow. DLXXXVIII - "MYRHYMESHALLIC" Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep! Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed Reply not in how many fathoms deep Have, for the gilt of France,--O guilt indeed! You never had a servant to whose trust More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before: Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore: Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet; Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, Like witless antics, one another meet, I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips. DLXXXIX - "OMPARETHEETOAS" O, ominous! he comes to kill my heart. May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart And yet the king not privy to my drift, Receive it friendly; but from this time forth Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; To run upon the sharp wind of the north, Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars; Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied. The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips, O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Away, you fool! it more becomes a man Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? DXC - "UMMERSDAYTHOUA" Unto the climate that they point upon. My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed, Most bitterly on you, as putter on Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, So that this land, like an offensive wife Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts And all those twenty could but kill one life. You sent me for a rope's end as soon: To be so tickled, they would change their state He was but as the cuckoo is in June, O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: Under your testy humour? By the gods And he to yours, and all of you to God's! DXCI - "RTMORELOVELYAN" Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, To stay him from the fall of vanity: More measure of this measure; be not nice. Of Timon man and all humanity! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Let's step into the shadow of these trees. O my good lord, the world is but a word: Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Each jealous of the other, as the stung Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all, Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young And ring these fingers with thy household worms Nor I cannot woo in festival terms. DXCII - "DMORETEMPERATE" Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods, Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it, One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Return those duties back as are right fit, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand The more she gives them speech. Where do you live? Every man shift for all the rest, and Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive! Plead what I will be, not what I have been; Each hath his place and function to attend: Reward to him that brings the traitor in? And thou shalt have her. Was't not to this end The fishermen that walk upon the beach Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. DXCIII - "ROUGHWINDSDOSH" Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word His face still combating with tears and smiles, We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, If to come hither you have measured miles, Northumberland, say thus the king returns: Devised at first to keep the strong in awe: She would not lose it: her attendants are Did he not, contrary to form of law, O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar! Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! DXCIV - "AKETHEDARLINGB" As little is the wisdom, where the flight Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; The presentation of but what I was; He that helps him take all my outward worth. Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Divides more wider than the sky and earth, And welcome, nephews, from successful wars, Robs me of that which not enriches him Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim, No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. God safely quit her of her burthen, and By most mechanical and dirty hand. DXCV - "UDSOFMAYANDSUM" Under an osier growing by a brook, Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book. Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? And to his palate doth prepare the cup: You have no children, butchers! if you had, And in this brainish apprehension kills No vast obscurity or misty vale, Driving back shadows over louring hills: She looks upon his lips, and they are pale; Upon whose faith and honour I repose. Most just and heavy causes make oppose. DXCVI - "MERSLEASEHATHA" My true preserver, and a loyal sir Even for this let us divided live, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were So be my grave my peace as here I give Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried. Else shall you not have any hand at all And speaks not to himself but with a pride Summon their general unto the wall. Each one demand an answer to his part Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. A saucy stranger in his court to mart That taught his son the office of a fowl! Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan. And I am ready to put armour on. DXCVII - "LLTOOSHORTADAT" Live scandalized and foully spoken of. Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should; To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love, Of this their purpose hither to this wood; Of this discourse we more will hear anon. Shall seize one half his goods; the other half Have hent the gates, and very near upon Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg That at his will he may do danger with. And therefore think him as a serpent's egg Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith, And like a lowly lover down she kneels; Treasons, makes me betake me to my heels. DXCVIII - "ESOMETIMETOOHO" Ely with Richmond troubles me more near She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck, Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who's here? Moved with compassion of my country's wreck, Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse. I fear there will a worse come in his place. Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse. Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, There let them bide until we have devised Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Or live in peace abandon'd and despised! How light and portable my pain seems now, Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? DXCIX - "TTHEEYEOFHEAVE" They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; The vigour and the picture of my youth: Have you importuned him by any means? Even so void is your false heart of truth. Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept Exceed account; but the full sum of me O, in a tomb where never scandal slept, For some displeasing service I have done, He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. And of the season too, it shall appear. Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. DC - "NSHINESANDOFTE" Not Erebus itself were dim enough Subject and servile to all discontents, His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: If I did stay to look on his intents. Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state As he made semblance of his duty, would Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what. Death: her death itself, which could not be her Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? The very principals did seem to rend, Either of you to be the other's end. DCI - "NISHISGOLDCOMP" Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please, If I would yield him my virginity, Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease. Hear him but reason in divinity, I pray you, tarry: pause a day or two Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive, Grant I may ever love, and rather woo Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess. Doing the execution and the act Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us Of all my buried ancestors are packed: My strength can give you: then no more remains, Perchance you think too much of so much pains? DCII - "LEXIONDIMMDAND" Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; eXcels whatever yet you look'd upon If thy offences were upon record, Or take his life there: this if she perform, No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, Dissolves to water and doth lose his form. I had my father's signet in my purse, My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please. Make slow pursuit, or altogether balk Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; As strange unto your town as to your talk; Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace, Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place! DCIII - "EVERYFAIRFROMF" Expect him here: when he shall come and find Values itself so highly that to her Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were Yes, I do know him well, and common speech Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach In this point charge him home, that he affects Return, return, and make thy love amends. For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, Remaining in the coffer of her friends, Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath More hath he spent in peace than they in wars. For ever and for ever shall be yours. DCIV - "AIRSOMETIMEDEC" Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack, I'll do thee service for so good a gift. Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift O, with what wings shall his affections fly Musing and sighing, with your arms across, Eating the air and promise of supply, The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, I do remember in this shepherd boy My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul, Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Doth limp behind the substance. Here's the scroll, Enfeoff'd himself to popularity; Cuts beauty off from all posterity. DCV - "LINESBYCHANCEO" Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, In her consists my happiness and thine; Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil, Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains But not intentively: I did consent, Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins, Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent: How can she be with him? When was she missed? And the nobility of Rome are his: Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, Casca will tell us what the matter is. Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. DCVI - "RNATURESCHANGI" Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on And make me travel forth without my cloak, Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Remaining in the coffer of her friends, Even for this let us divided live, Save when command to your dismission tends, Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace: Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. DCVII - "NGCOURSEUNTRIM" Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the news? Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor: Or with a little shuffling, you may choose Upon his visage, and that all the walls Raise up the Montagues: some others search: Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves I do not without danger walk these streets: My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! DCVIII - "MDBUTTHYETERNA" May one, that is a herald and a prince, Do you not love me? do you not, indeed? But not without that harmful stroke which since Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed, That we may bring you something on the way. The people know it; and have now received Hector is dead; there is no more to say. You shall confess that you are both deceived. Every man shift for all the rest, and Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Resides not in that man that does not think,-- No, no, I am but shadow of myself: And so your follies fight against yourself. DCIX - "LSUMMERSHALLNO" Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse, She may be honest yet. Tell me but this, Upon the gad? Edmund, how now? What news? Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss, Mean to establish Caesar as a king; Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, He must observe their mood on whom he jests, And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love, Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; Live scandalized and foully spoken of. No, so God help me, they spake not a word; Of that report which I so oft have heard. DCX - "TFADENORLOSEPO" To things of sale a seller's praise belongs, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs. Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, Envenom him with words, or get thee gone Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all, O that my prayers could such affection move! See how the surly Warwick mans the wall! Effect it with some care, that he may prove Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace, Out, strumpet! weep'st thou for him to my face? DCXI - "SSESSIONOFTHAT" So did he turn and over Suffolk's neck Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, Each in his office ready at thy beck. Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross Shines bright and never changes, but keeps his Is very snow-broth; one who never feels On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field. For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield; Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess? To trouble and disturb the king and us? DCXII - "FAIRTHOUOWESTN" From forth the ranks of many thousand French, And every one shall share i' the gains; If with the sap of reason you would quench, Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains To be your comforter when he is gone. Had you a special warrant for the deed? Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Upon your favours swims with fins of lead Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, With me? and welcome: happy day, my lords. Each jealous of the other, as the stung Sometime 'tis mad and too much talk affords. This windy tempest, till it blow up rain, Nothing, unless you render her again. DCXIII - "ORSHALLDEATHBR" O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose: Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Shall win the wager which we will propose. How often said, my dignity would last A bridegroom, say you? 'Tis a groom indeed, Let me persuade you take a better course. Let fair humanity abhor the deed Denied me to come in) return, and force Exposing what is mortal and unsure And rest your gentle head upon her lap, This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, How we may steal from hence, and for the gap Back: call you that backing of your friends? A Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away. DCXIV - "AGTHOUWANDERST" Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt Go with me, like good angels, to my end; Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, His wonders and his praises do contend O no! it is an ever-fixed mark Unlock'd the treasure of his happy state; When creeping murmur and the poring dark And still, as you are weary of the weight, Nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats End in one purpose, and be all well borne Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed; Though death be adjunct, there's no death supposed. DCXV - "INHISSHADEWHEN" I might in virtue, beauties, livings, friends, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's It faded on the crowing of the cock. Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons, Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords? He has no children. All my pretty ones? Advance your standards, draw your willing swords. Dry up in her the organs of increase; Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut, Each present lord began to promise aid, None but a holy hermit and her maid. DCXVI - "INETERNALLINES" I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back. Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that: Even like a man new haled from the rack, That is the way to lay the city flat; Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. No object but her passion's strength renews; And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand. Love bade me swear and Love bids me forswear. I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, No, not so much perdition as an hair Establish him in his true sense again, So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. DCXVII - "TOTIMETHOUGROW" Try what repentance can. What can it not? Our archers shall be placed in the midst This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot; If the great gods be just, they shall assist May be put from her by society: Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Have broken with the king; who hath so far O perjured woman! They are both forsworn: Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads? Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born: Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Of many thousand kisses the poor last With this, we charged again: but, out, alas! DCXVIII - "ESTSOLONGASMEN" Each Trojan that is master of his heart, Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go. That is too much presumption on thy part: So two, together weeping, make one woe. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen: Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green, Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again: Give me the letter; I will look on it. A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit. My lords, I thank you both for your good wills; Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Namely, some love that drew him oft from home. DCXIX - "CANBREATHEOREY" Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws And not of any challenge of desert, Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause, But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt Rather than bloody war shall cut them short, Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: All which we pine for now: and this report That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff. How smooth and even they do bear themselves! Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Remember me at court; where I was taught Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. DCXX - "ESCANSEESOLONG" Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, Slack the bolins there! Thou wilt not, wilt thou? Cries 'Excellent! 'tis Agamemnon just. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; No more can I be sever'd from your side, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Excited me to treason: their dear loss, Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault, Of that great shadow I did represent; Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? Of Edward king, the third of that descent: Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives? Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. DCXXI - "LIVESTHISANDTH" Let pity not be believ'd!' There she shook Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Extremity still urgeth such extremes. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, The kiss you take is better than you give; Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross, I'll send them all as willing as I live: Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,-- Distract your army, which doth most consist Then sit we down, and let us all consult. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? DCXXII - "ISGIVESLIFETOT" I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. So there's my riddle: one that's dead is quick: Good sister, let us dine and never fret: I will not speak with him. Say I am sick. Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Except some petty towns of no import: So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court, Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, For you have show'd me that which well approves Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, To let him live. Where he arrives he moves Out of my lean and low ability That proof is call'd impossibility. DCXXIII - "HEEDEVOURINGTI" Her grievance with his hearing to divide: Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, Unless the master were the man. How now! Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. If you should die before him, where's her dower? Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse, Get the learned writer to set down our The execution of his wit, hands, heart, I knowing all my peril, thou no art. DCXXIV - "MEBLUNTTHOUTHE" My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. Egregious murderer, thief, any thing Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. Landlord of England art thou now, not king: Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, loved and adored! Than some that have accused them wear their hats. His fame lives in the world, his shame in you. Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours Upon the moment did her force subdue, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, He doth fill fields with harness in the realm, Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. DCXXV - "LIONSPAWSANDMA" Let what is here contain'd relish of love, I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please On any ground that I am ruler of, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. Procure me music ready when he wakes, A smaller boon than this I cannot beg Witness the sorrow that their sister makes. Sir John, the Lord bless you; God prosper your And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut None in the world: you did mistake him, sure. Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him, And learn to make a body of a limb. DCXXVI - "KETHEEARTHDEVO" Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. Empties itself, as doth an inland brook They crave to be demanded. Who is this Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Either of king or council, when you went And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, However, but a folly bought with wit, Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, O, let me stay, befall what may befall! DCXXVII - "URHEROWNSWEETB" Upon his royal face there is no note Rome shall record, and when I do forget How love makes young men thrall and old men dote; Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Run back and bite, because he was withheld; One honest man--mistake me not--but one; Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my son She would applaud Andronicus' conceit: Whence honour but of danger wins a scar, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; The enemy more mighty than he seems: By so much is the wonder in extremes. DCXXVIII - "ROODPLUCKTHEKE" Record it with your high and worthy deeds: Or bring him off: fate, hear me what I say! One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; Does he not wear a great round beard, like a Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord! Upon the dancing banners of the French, Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Hunts not the trail of policy so sure Enough to purchase what you have made known. Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise Envy the great nor do the low despise. DCXXIX - "ENTEETHFROMTHE" Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Now when the lords and barons of the realm That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. Expecting in return twenty for one? That mothers shall but smile when they behold His meaning struck her ere his words begun. For they their guilt with weeping will unfold, Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. Her voice is stopt, her joints forget to bow; Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. DCXXX - "FIERCETIGERSJA" For I am almost ready to dissolve, I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: The blood of English shall manure the ground, If it be made of penetrable stuff; Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this. And seal the title with a lovely kiss! DCXXXI - "WSANDBURNTHELO" Would it be better, madam, than I am? Shall more obey than to the edge of steel As you are now, for you are cold and stem; Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep. Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? Reply not in how many fathoms deep No, when my father York and Edward wept, That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book; Had all your quarters been as safely kept Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield, Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field. DCXXXII - "NGLIVEDPHOENIX" Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, Give me a staff of honour for mine age, Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! If, as his nature is, he fall in rage Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Else had she with her father rang'd along. Damsel of France, I think I have you fast: Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long. He is my son; yea, and therein my shame; Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, Envy your great deservings and good name, Nor must not then be yielded to in this. In private will I talk with thee apart. eXposing it--but, O, the harder heart! DCXXXIII - "INHERBLOODMAKE" I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot, Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. But, O malignant and ill-boding stars! Like the proceedings of a drunken brain, Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Of both your armies; whose equality Doth part his function and is partly blind, More composition and fierce quality Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind Know him in us, that here hold up his right. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! DCXXXIV - "GLADANDSORRYSE" Gave me my being and my father first, Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum And when 'tis told, O that my heart would burst! Door would speak with you: he says he comes from Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. No sooner had they told this hellish tale, Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen: She looks upon his lips, and they are pale; Of a glad father compass thee about! Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins, Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. England is safe, if true within itself? DCXXXV - "ASONSASTHOUFLE" Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that? Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; Of such contents as you will wonder at; Nothing but males. Will it not be received, So much applauded through the realm of France? As matching to his youth and vanity, Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. That I should seem to lack humanity His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt Out, devil! I remember them too well: Under pretence to see the queen his aunt-- Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell! Let us impart what we have seen to-night Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! DCXXXVI - "ETSANDDOWHATEE" Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon; So good a quarrel and so bad a peer. And happily may your sweet self put on No more perchance does mine, or his, or hers. Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both. Dear life redeems you. You perceive she stirs: Of my poor babe, according to thine oath, What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength, Are of imagination all compact: To banish your defenders; till at length Each way and move. I take my leave of you: Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. DCXXXVII - "RTHOUWILTSWIFT" Real necessities, and give way the while To rouse a lion than to start a hare! He's scarce awake. Let him alone awhile. Off with his head! Now, by Saint Paul I swear, Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove: The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: So, come death! Two o'clock is your hour? Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests If you should die before him, where's her dower? For this affliction has a taste as sweet Two long days' journey, lords, or ere we meet. DCXXXVIII - "FOOTEDTIMETOTH" First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next, Of Timon man and all humanity! Or so devote to Aristotle's checks To stay him from the fall of vanity: Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Doth any name particular belong To see how fortune is disposed to us; In peace and honour live Lord Titus long; More worthy this place than myself; to whom, Either thou art most ignorant by age, Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb: Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, That glues my lips and will not let me speak. Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. DCXXXIX - "EWIDEWORLDANDA" Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; When it shines seldom in admiring eyes; I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours Do thou but call my resolution wise, Enough to stifle such a villain up. With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods Look here upon th's picture, and on this, Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears And threat me I shall never come to bliss Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs: Delay this marriage for a month, a week; All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. DCXL - "LLHERFADINGSWE" Let him be ransom'd: never master had Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake! he is mad. Endue you with the people's voice: remains Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come! Found it too precious-princely for a grave. As touching France, to give a greater sum Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Not to a rage. Patience and sorrow strove Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. She conjures him by high almighty Jove, Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. DCXLI - "ETSBUTIFORBIDT" Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? The book of his good acts, whence men have read So he would keep fair quarter with his bed! Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,-- Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? I fight against thee! No: I will go seek For parting us,--O, is it all forgot? Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies: Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood By such invention as I can devise? I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid The fear of that withholds my present aid. DCXLII - "HEEONEMOSTHEIN" How! my good name? or to report of you Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. Or not remember what I must be now! Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Except it be to pray against thy foes. Morning for France. The duke hath offered him Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, That place them on the truth of girls and boys. His corrigible neck, his face subdued Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. I wonder now how yonder city stands Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands. DCXLIII - "OUSCRIMEOCARVE" O, had they in that darksome prison died! Upon the left hand of the even field. Such signs of truth in his plain face she spied, Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield; Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head: It shall appear that your demands are just, Made good the passage; cried to those that fled, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. DCXLIV - "NOTWITHTHYHOUR" No better than the earth he lies upon, O Antony, beg not your death of us. To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on! Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus I might have said 'No part of it is mine; The wanton Edward, and the lusty George? He sends you this most memorable line, To make me hunger more; that I should forge Her body's stain her mind untainted clears; You'll kiss me hard and speak to me as if Has deserved prison, then abound in tears Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff Upon this business my appearance make Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. DCXLV - "SMYLOVESFAIRBR" Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens? Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, Your brother is imprison'd by your means, Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much? From south to west on wing soaring aloft, And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, It to be stirr'd; but oft have hinder'd, oft, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us By'r lady, he is a good musician. Remember so weak a composition. DCXLVI - "OWNORDRAWNOLIN" Of this escape and whither they are bound; Which when I saw, I reprehended them; No man so potent breathes upon the ground Or in my life what comfort, when I am Rather than Paris. These are news indeed! Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. If you did know for whom I gave the ring Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king. DCXLVII - "ESTHEREWITHTHI" Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Receive the blood: and when that they are dead, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed, In number more than ever women spoke, Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; He was but as the cuckoo is in June, It is too heavy for so light a tune. DCXLVIII - "NEANTIQUEPENHI" No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn. Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. As, to behold desert a beggar born, No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue, There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight, I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast Question enrages him. At once, good night: Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Each one demand an answer to his part Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! No, good madam; I will not out of doors. He hath a garden circummured with brick, I will not speak with him. Say I am sick. DCXLIX - "MINTHYCOURSEUN" My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Into the staggers and the careless lapse Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! To bring him here alone; although perhaps He sought to murder: but her better stars Your voice shall be as strong as any man's Come, let us go: we will include all jars Or, being open, put into his hands Unlock'd the treasure of his happy state; Reply not in how many fathoms deep Such civil war is in my love and hate Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Upon the water as he'll stand and read Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed. DCL - "TAINTEDDOALLOW" The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips, An offer, uncle, that we will accept: I would not thy good deeds should from my lips No, when my father York and Edward wept, Through all the signories it was the first Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. Dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen: Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, And with a larger tether may he walk Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! Look, as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk, O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, With this, we charged again: but, out, alas! DCLI - "FORBEAUTYSPATT" Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Or else what lets it but he would be here? Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, But that's no welcome: understand more clear, Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks And leave your children, wives and you in peace. Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease, Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat, Suspect I may, but not directly tell; Past all expressing. It is very meet Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell; The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. DCLII - "ERNTOSUCCEEDIN" Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Return, return, and make thy love amends. No news so bad abroad as this at home; There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends-- Of estimation and command in arms. Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your grief, Upon my body with their hellish charms? Came short of composition, but in chief Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine, Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Defacing monuments of conquer'd France, If half thy outward graces had been placed Now do you know the reason of this haste. DCLIII - "GMENYETDOTHYWO" Go muster men; but, hear you, leave behind My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream. Entreated me to call and know her mind: Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. Either thou art most ignorant by age, That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown. Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; O, thou wilt be a wilderness again. The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife Have I once lived to see two honest men? Yet, for necessity of present life, What watchful cares do interpose themselves Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. DCLIV - "RSTOLDTIMEDESP" Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid. Spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's? Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid, O, had the monster seen those lily hands Let this dissension first be tried by fight, Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused The lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home some to-night. I never heard a passion so confused, Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought Did give him that same royalty he wears; Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream Poor lady, she were better love a dream. DCLV - "ITETHYWRONGMYL" If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs, Environed with all these hideous fears? To things of sale a seller's praise belongs, He rouseth up himself and makes a pause; You might have heard it else proclaim'd about. We have strict statutes and most biting laws. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; On greatness' favour dream as I have done, No: know the gallant monarch is in arms Good uncle, let this end where it begun; My spirit can no longer bear these harms. You do unbend your noble strength, to think Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink! DCLVI - "OVESHALLINMYVE" O heresy in fair, fit for these days! Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Shines bright and never changes, but keeps his He that perforce robs lions of their hearts As did that one; and that, in my regard, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. If you bethink yourself of any crime No, I defy all counsel, all redress, Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? Your father's sickness is a maim to us. Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! DCLVII - "RSEEVERLIVEYOU" Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! Exampled by the first pace that is sick Even like a man new haled from the rack, Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Each cheek a river running from a fount Reputation. Come, shall we to this gear? Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want? I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Enough to purchase what you have made known. Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!-- One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak. DCLVIII - "NGAWOMANSFACEW" Now thou and I are new in amity, Go you before, and I will follow you. And thou art wedded to calamity. What you command, that rests in me to do. O rash false heat, wrapp'd in repentant cold, Most like a noble lord in love and one And charged him with a thousand marks in gold, Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done: Should have thus little mercy on their flesh? Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh, Catching all passions in his craft of will: Except some petty towns of no import: Whose glory fills the world with loud report. DCLIX - "ITHNATURESOWNH" I see these witches are afraid of swords. To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave, Have I since your departure had, my lords. Not knowing them until we know their grave: And he will look as hollow as a ghost, Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets Upon my death the French can little boast; Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Envy your great deservings and good name, Should have thus little mercy on their flesh? O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. DCLX - "ANDPAINTEDHAST" A dedicated beggar to the air, Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence, Do I entice you? do I speak you fair? Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence: As may be in the world: his youth in flood, Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates; Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Done to me, undeserving as I am, His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose, All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; Tell on thy mind; I say thy child shall live. DCLXI - "THOUTHEMASTERM" This said, his guilty hand pluck'd up the latch, His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Out of his subject; and we here dispatch Unquestion'd welcome and undoubted blest. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end. Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least Each hath his place and function to attend: My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased. And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows, Three thousand ducats; 'tis a good round sum. Except it be to pray against thy foes. Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, Making another head to fight again. DCLXII - "ISTRESSOFMYPAS" I do not know, my lord, what I should think, Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to jest, Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, Except it be to pray against thy foes. So he were like him and by Venus' side. Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows, O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; More upon humour than advised respect. Yet, in protection of their tender ones, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. And dwell upon your grave when you are dead; Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread. DCLXIII - "SIONAWOMANSGEN" Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn: No more perchance does mine, or his, or hers. And spoil your nobler soul: I say, take heed; Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips O, some authority how to proceed; Making dead wood more blest than living lips. And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, Never did passenger in summer's heat She shall not sue unheard. So to them both. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; Each changing place with that which goes before, No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. DCLXIV - "TLEHEARTBUTNOT" Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? Let him have all the rigor of the law. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Her eyes, though sod in tears, look'd red and raw, Endue you with the people's voice: remains And in this brainish apprehension kills Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains The fishes spread on it their golden gills; Between whose endless jar justice resides, Unless by robbing of your friends and us. There is expectance here from both the sides, Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus! O god of love! I know he doth deserve To foster it, nor ever to preserve. DCLXV - "ACQUAINTEDWITH" As with the tide swell'd up unto his height, Cuckold's horns. Master Brook, thou shalt know I Question enrages him. At once, good night: Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie And both for my sake lay on me this cross: Inconstancy falls off ere it begins. No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Then murders, treasons and detested sins, Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. Did I impale him with the regal crown? When he hath ceased his ill-resounding noise, If I do wake, some planet strike me down, Their face their manners most expressly told: Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold! DCLXVI - "SHIFTINGCHANGE" Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. His mother was a witch, and one so strong If half thy outward graces had been placed For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long. To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, In love whereof, half Hector stays at home; Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs: Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome! Can you still dream and pore and thereon look? He kisses her; and she, by her good will, And then comes answer like an Absey book: Not changing heart with habit, I am still Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Each in his office ready at thy beck. DCLXVII - "ASISFALSEWOMEN" At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack, So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men, If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then? From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift See you these, husband? do not these fair yokes Empale him with your weapons round about; Whose high exploits and honourable deeds O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, My love with words and errors still she feeds; Err'd in this point which now you censure him, Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. DCLXVIII - "SFASHIONANEYEM" Start not; her actions shall be holy as Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose And, like her true nobility, she has Shall be the war that Henry means to use. Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere I will lay odds that, ere this year expire, O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear, Nor heady-rash, provoked with raging ire, A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, Not worth the time of day. It pierced me through; Even so void is your false heart of truth. Your French heart, I will be glad to hear you England, impatient of your just demands, Make an extent upon his house and lands. DCLXIX - "OREBRIGHTTHANT" Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What But she's best married that dies married young. Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, Immortal longings in me: now no more God save the mark!--here on his manly breast: Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? Your Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; He shall be executed presently. And, of so great a favour growing proud, Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! DCLXX - "HEIRSLESSFALSE" He speaks not like a man of God's making. Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. I am supposed dead: the army breaking, Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, So much I challenge that I may profess Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak. Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. She clepes him king of graves and grave for kings, Folly in fools bears not so strong a note A glooming peace this morning with it brings; Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat Setting your scorns and your mislike aside, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. DCLXXI - "INROLLINGGILDI" I'd set my ten commandments in your face. Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave, Richer than sea and land? O, theft most base, Of his own body he was ill, and gave Let me be blest to make this happy close; Love can transpose to form and dignity: I see no reason, if I wear this rose, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; I did, my lord, but loath am to produce Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just. Is almost choked by unresisted lust. DCLXXII - "NGTHEOBJECTWHE" Not measuring what use we made of them. Gelding the opposed continent as much Then think you right: I am not what I am. Honour and virtue and conversed with such Each man apart, all single and alone, Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this. Each present lord began to promise aid, Cool and congeal again to what it was. Than hath been taught by any of my trade; When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does: Hath founded his good fortunes on your love, Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. DCLXXIII - "REUPONITGAZETH" Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. O, be advised! thou know'st not what it is Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis, To drink small beer: all the realm shall be in Good word nor look: what, are my deeds forgot? As mine, against their will. Should all despair Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, Here, Tamora, though grieved with killing grief. DCLXXIV - "AMANINHUEALLHU" As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop: Myself against the level of mine aim; And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name In zeal to you and highly moved to wrath Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, Horns, Master Brook: and, Master Brook, he hath Unless they seek for hatred at my hands; Either of you to be the other's end. And free access and favour as the rest. Lady, will you walk about with your friend? Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea? Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee. DCLXXV - "ESINHISCONTROL" Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. So slight a valuation, should reserve If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son, No doubt they rose up early to observe How came the noble Timon to this change? If I did think, sir, I were well awake, She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Can it not do and undo? I will make Of credit infinite, highly beloved, Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse, That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and loved? Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content, Losing her woes in shows of discontent. DCLXXVI - "LINGMUCHSTEALS" Linger your patience on; and we'll digest I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. No night is now with hymn or carol blest: Go thou, and fill another room in hell. Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; Unto a ragged fearful-hanging rock Call'd to that audit by advised respects; He had of me a chain: at five o'clock Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, After so long grief, such festivity! Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: Some blessed power deliver us from hence! DCLXXVII - "MENSEYESANDWOM" Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Either of king or council, when you went Now am I like that proud insulting ship So I return rebuked to my content Enough to purchase what you have made known. Yet indirection thereby grows direct, Each man apart, all single and alone, Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect And I will give a taste of it forthwith Never, O never shall I see more joy! Deal with poison; I will possess him with Were it not pity that this goodly boy Or lain in ambush to betray my life, My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife. DCLXXVIII - "ENSSOULSAMAZET" Expire before the flowers in their caps, Now thy proud neck bears half my burthen'd yoke; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. Of an one pain, save for a night of groans Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath. And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns. Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death. Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks They join and shoot their foam at Simois' banks. DCLXXIX - "HANDFORAWOMANW" Here overcome, as one full of despair, An if you do, you will but make it blush No child but Hero; she's his only heir. Do on the oak, hive with one winter's brush From whence you have them. You are jealous now Or live in peace abandon'd and despised! Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, And do so, love; yet when they have devised With ruder terms, such as my wit affords O father Abram, what these Christians are, Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, And I will set this foot of mine as far No glory lives behind the back of such. We cannot feel too little, hear too much. DCLXXX - "ERTTHOUFIRSTCR" England did never owe so sweet a hope, Remember whom you are to cope withal; That I was sent for nothing but a rope! This petty brabble will undo us all. He flatters you, makes war upon your life. Or any groat I hoarded to my use, Unless his noble mother, and his wife; For me, the gold of France did not seduce; If that the devil and mischance look big Receive each other. God speak this Amen! Some men there are love not a gaping pig; The noble Percy slain, and all his men Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain; Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. DCLXXXI - "EATEDTILLNATUR" Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: A little month, or ere those shoes were old That treason can but peep to what it would, Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Despite of death that lives upon my grave, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, Let me redeem my brothers both from death. Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs, And with his former title greet Macbeth. To things of sale a seller's praise belongs, Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! DCLXXXII - "EASSHEWROUGHTT" Even like a man new haled from the rack, And the nobility of Rome are his: So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: He was a gentleman on whom I built Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, With purple falchion, painted to the hilt Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil Go I to make the French lay down their arms. Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, To be her men and wear her livery: That he would labour my delivery. DCLXXXIII - "HEEFELLADOTING" He for his father's sake so loves the prince, Effect it with some care, that he may prove Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl, Lavinia, you are not displeased with this? As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, Delivers in such apt and gracious words Of spirit, Life, and bold audacity. The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds In least speak most, to my capacity. Nor never did my actions yet commence Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence! DCLXXXIV - "ANDBYADDITIONM" A gentler scion to the wildest stock, Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Deservedly confined into this rock, Before we hear him, of some things of weight Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins, As thou and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear Destroy'd his country, and his name remains Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear In such-like circumstance, with suchlike sport: That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud It cannot be; some villains of my court O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud! No; for he could not so resign his crown Master, some show to welcome us to town. DCLXXXV - "EOFTHEEDEFEATE" Each changing place with that which goes before, Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. From a resolved and honourable war, The key whereof myself have ever kept; Has done no more than other knights have done; Empale him with your weapons round about; Expecting in return twenty for one? Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. Edward and Clarence. O, what cause have I, For I will board her though she chide as loud Each flower moisten'd like a melting eye; And overcome us like a summer's cloud, The king hath happily received, Macbeth, Expect your highness' doom of life or death. DCLXXXVI - "DBYADDINGONETH" Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Bear with her weakness, which, I think proceeds Yield at entreats; and then let me alone: And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send Does not divide the Sunday from the week. I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down, Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,-- Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time Therefore accept such kindness as I can. How use doth breed a habit in a man! DCLXXXVII - "INGTOMYPURPOSE" I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: God witness with me, I have wept for thine. There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas Of all that virtue love for virtue loved: Many a groaning throe. Thus hulling in You shall be more beloving than beloved. Poison and treason are the hands of sin, Until her husband and my lord's return: Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. DCLXXXVIII - "NOTHINGBUTSINC" No more than from my soul I mourn for yours. Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now; The mere despair of surgery, he cures, He is no woodman that doth bend his bow In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest. Now, now, you stars that move in your right spheres, Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace! I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, No news so bad abroad as this at home; Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. DCLXXXIX - "ESHEPRICKDTHEE" Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. Him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now? Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords; Romeo, that she were, O, that she were It seem'd they would debate with angry swords. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Deliver them, and your appeal to us The like do you; so shall we pass along, He and his toothpick at my worship's mess, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: Envy the great nor do the low despise. DCXC - "OUTFORWOMENSPL" O, that record could with a backward look, Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes; Then he disdains to shine; for by the book For fleet-wing'd duty with thought's feathers flies. Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid With letters of your love to her at large. Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, Never to England shall he bear his life; Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: Lady, will you walk about with your friend? DCXCI - "EASUREMINEBETH" Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Strangely neglected? when did he regard Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Ere I could make thee open thy white hand My sister may receive it much more worse, I put myself to thy direction, and Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, But little stars may hide them when they list. Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Them to their trial-the bubbles are out, Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout. DCXCII - "YLOVEANDTHYLOV" You see how simple and how fond I am. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Effect it with some care, that he may prove And I will have you and that fault withal; Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Deposed he shall be, in despite of all. Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, He is complete in feature and in mind You shall not be admitted to his sight. Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find. O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? DCXCIII - "ESUSETHEIRTREA" Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows Sir Richard, what think you? have you beheld, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. It was a vision fair and fortunate: Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: The more that Henry was unfortunate. Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed. Ere you can take due orders for a priest: And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. DCXCIV - "SURESOISITNOTW" So many days my ewes have been with young; Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure. O, what authority and show of truth I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor, Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; That they lost France and made his England bleed: Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed? Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been Who knows the lord protector's mind herein? DCXCV - "ITHMEASWITHTHA" In having much, torments us with defect This and my food are equals; there's no odds: He holds your temper in a high respect My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods, Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? Is very snow-broth; one who never feels Things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo, Health to my sovereign, and new happiness And that be heir to his unhappiness! DCXCVI - "TMUSESTIRRDBYA" This house, these servants and this same myself My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which. Than as your honour and as your renown, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, Rome shall record, and when I do forget Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, Drew to defend him when he was beset: Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. DCXCVII - "PAINTEDBEAUTYT" Perish the man whose mind is backward now! An echo with the clamour of thy drum, I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs, Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Disdaining duty that to us belongs. But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live. Under your good correction, I have seen, To clear this spot by death, at least I give You have not dared to break the holy seal That which so often you did bid me steal. DCXCVIII - "OHISVERSEWHOHE" Of six preceding ancestors, that gem, He shall do this, or else I do recant I would be so triumphant as I am? Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt. Virtue he had, deserving to command: Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Regard me as I do not flatter, and See, they forsake me! Now the time is come Enough to stifle such a villain up. Whither away, or where is thy abode? How often hast thou waited at my cup, O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed, How and which way I may bestow myself England is safe, if true within itself? DCXCIX - "AVENITSELFFORO" As did that one; and that, in my regard, Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard No, my good lord; but, as you did command, I gave it freely ever; and there's none Told him my pilgrimage. But his flaw'd heart So early walking did I see your son: Each one demand an answer to his part Lady, will you walk about with your friend? For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, For what I will, I will, and there an end. Of wondrous virtues: sometimes from her eyes Resorters stand upon sound legs. How now! Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? DCC - "RNAMENTDOTHUSE" Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls: No praise to thee but what in thee doth live. And, madam, at your father's castle walls My faith and this the princess I did give: Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Nor, princes, is it matter new to us Then go with me to make the matter good. Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, The treasury of everlasting joy. How many women saw this child of his? Under her other was the tender boy, So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. DCCI - "ANDEVERYFAIRWI" As jewels purchased at an easy price; No news so bad abroad as this at home; Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Effect it with some care, that he may prove Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move Fair Lord AEneas, let me touch your hand; And his enforcement of the city wives; It should the good ship so have swallow'd and Rather than render back, out with your knives, Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! In having known no travel in his youth. DCCII - "THHISFAIRDOTHR" The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. I know, is such a wrest in their affairs Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost And consequently thy rude hand to act If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, Reproach is stamp'd in Collatinus' face, Do you intend to stay with me to-night? O, he is even in my mistress' case, The man that mocks at it and sets it light. His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Rome will despise her for this foul escape. DCCIII - "EHEARSEMAKINGA" Entreated me to call and know her mind: How he her chamber-window will ascend Expect him here: when he shall come and find And where I did begin, there shall I end; Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen So much I challenge that I may profess Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, And punish them to your height of pleasure. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. It is noised he hath a mass of treasure. No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. God, God forgive us all! Look after her; Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were! DCCIV - "COUPLEMENTOFPR" Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. On me, that halt and am unshapen thus? Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us. Like softest music to attending ears! Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, My gracious prince, and honourable peers, Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: None wed the second but who killed the first. Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth Princes, that strive by factions and by friends Return, return, and make thy love amends. DCCV - "OUDCOMPAREWITH" O, who can give an oath? where is a book? Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, Of whom so often I have heard renown, Master Brook, I will first make bold with your Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure, Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, Else with the like I had requited him. Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim: Three foot of it doth hold: bad world the while! How does my old acquaintance of this isle? DCCVI - "SUNANDMOONWITH" Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Unto the base bed of some rascal groom, No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast, Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; O Cressida! but that the busy day, No more than from my soul I mourn for yours. Within these three days let me hear thee say I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours That shall express my true love's fasting pain. Here therefore for a while I will remain. DCCVII - "EARTHANDSEASRI" Ere such another Julius. Britain is And that which would appear offence in us, Ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his There's a double tongue; there's two tongues.' Thus Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood, A woman, naturally born to fears; Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers, Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth Either to get the town again or die: And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Save something too much wonder of his eye, Right in thine eye. Away, my friends! New flight; It is to jet upon a prince's right? DCCVIII - "CHGEMSWITHAPRI" Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young, How far a modern quill doth come too short, Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Except some petty towns of no import: My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. Say what I think of it, since I have found When well-apparell'd April on the heel In that word's death; no words can that woe sound. The King, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales He entertain'd a show so seeming just, And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails, Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live I should fight withal, if he be alive. DCCIX - "LSFIRSTBORNFLO" Like fragments in hard voyages, became Spoke with the king and have procured his leave For joyful mother, one that wails the name; I will be squared by this. I do believe Resolve your angry father, if my tongue She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck, The liker you; few taller are so young. But on this day let seamen fear no wreck; O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile, Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. Lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and O Fate! take not away thy heavy hand. DCCX - "WERSANDALLTHIN" We heard it all.- My lord, do as you please; Early and late, debating to and fro Rome could afford no tribune like to these. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And not dismember Caesar! But, alas, Never, before this day, in all his life. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife, Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet. Thus might he pass indeed. Yet he revives. Hop forty paces through the public street; I'll call him presently, my noble lord. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. DCCXI - "GSRARETHATHEAV" Garments, how you disgraced her, when you should Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood And I will do it without fear or doubt, Repair hither and say you are not fit. Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, The pretty follies that themselves commit; Have hent the gates, and very near upon As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Have done! for shame, if not for charity. Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before! Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? DCCXII - "ENSAIRINTHISHU" England, impatient of your just demands, No better than the earth he lies upon, Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands Ah, sirs, consider, he that set you on If to have done the thing you gave in charge Robs me of that which not enriches him I long to know the truth hereof at large. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. That you have no such mirrors as will turn His face still combating with tears and smiles, If in which time expired, he not return, Sure, these are but imaginary wiles His weapons holy saws of sacred writ, Until the queen his mistress bury it. DCCXIII - "GERONDUREHEMSO" Good morrow, and well met. How have ye done Except some petty towns of no import: Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. Or any he the proudest of thy sort. Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop, Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay. Out. Well, I'll be revenged as I may. DCCXIV - "LETMETRUEINLOV" Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. That, cloy'd with much, he pineth still for more. Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange The noble Percy slain, and all his men Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, Upon whose age we void it up again, Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. No more infected with my country's love Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Or is your gold and silver ewes and rams? Verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs? DCCXV - "EBUTTRULYWRITE" Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less But they will quake and tremble all this day. Unto your Grace do I in chief address The view of earthly glory: men might say, The provost, he shall bear them, whose contents Return'd my letter back. Then all alone Unless you can find sport in their intents, Likely in time to bless a regal throne. Yes, if this present quality of war- Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Remove these thoughts from you: the which before It did me good, before the palace gate That I were couching with the doctor's clerk. Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. DCCXVI - "ANDTHENBELIEVE" Alack, for lesser knowledge! how accursed Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed. Dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. That dying fear through all her body spread; Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far Either thou art most ignorant by age, Likely in time to bless a regal throne. If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Each man apart, all single and alone, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. DCCXVII - "MEMYLOVEISASFA" My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My advocation is not now in tune; Yea, twice the sum: if that will not suffice, Let them set on at once; for I perceive Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old: Verona, for a while I take my leave, Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: In dreadful secrecy impart they did, Save that there was not time enough to hear, And oftentimes have purposed to forbid She, desperate, with her nails her flesh doth tear; For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords! DCCXVIII - "IRASANYMOTHERS" I know her spirits are as coy and wild Right joyous are we to behold your face, Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled! Sirrah, what made your master in this place? And drive the English forth the bounds of France. Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine, You that look pale and tremble at this chance, My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine: Onward to Troy with the blunt swains he goes, To no apparent likelihood of breach, He hath a person and a smooth dispose Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim? DCCXIX - "CHILDTHOUGHNOT" Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes! Have banged the youth into dumbness. This was If that your moody discontented souls Let me have time and counsel for my cause: Denied my house for his, me for his wife. That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Holds honour far more precious-dear than life. Or is the adder better than the eel Under an osier growing by a brook, Go muster men; but, hear you, leave behind He was the mark and glass, copy and book, Now put it, God, in the physician's mind O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, That not your trespass but my madness speaks. DCCXX - "SOBRIGHTASTHOS" So offers he to give what she did crave; Or tear the lions out of England's coat; By this brave duke came early to his grave: Ready to catch each other by the throat, If any in Vienna be of worth Gelding the opposed continent as much His better doth not breathe upon the earth. The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch And answer me declined, sword against sword, Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes The purest treasure mortal times afford How would it fare with your departed souls? One part of Aquitaine is bound to us, Stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less. DCCXXI - "EGOLDCANDLESFI" Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great, Lest he that is the supreme King of kings Does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold. And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest, Like goodly buildings left without a roof Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. I do assure thee, father, so it is. DCCXXII - "XDINHEAVENSAIR" eXcusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Doth want example: who hath read or heard I see thy glory like a shooting star No, so God help me, they spake not a word; His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt Escap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt, Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought Now in good time, here comes the duke himself. Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; As well wherein 'tis precious of itself I know you are more clement than vile men, Receive each other. God speak this Amen! DCCXXIII - "LETTHEMSAYMORE" Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? Each jealous of the other, as the stung The image of a wicked heinous fault To recreate himself when he hath sung, Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood, Establish him in his true sense again, Many will swoon when they do look on blood. Say they be fled; Germans are honest men. And she is fair, and, fairer than that word, You have great reason to do Richard right; Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; Of their disguising and pretended flight; Remains in danger of her former tooth. Even so void is your false heart of truth. DCCXXIV - "THANLIKEOFHEAR" Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. An if my father please, I am content. Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad? If on my credit you dare build so far Knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Or like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, For that same groan doth put this in my mind; How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Expect him here: when he shall come and find An onion will do well for such a shift, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. DCCXXV - "SAYWELLIWILLNO" See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps. And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps Who with best meaning have incurr'd the worst. Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. Now forth, lord constable and princes all, O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall! DCCXXVI - "TPRAISETHATPUR" There should be found such false dissembling guile? Particularities and petty sounds Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds Into a great estate: when he was poor, See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows, Exposing what is mortal and unsure The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs? And say you would present her at the leet, They may astonish these fell-lurking curs: Past all expressing. It is very meet Upon the next live creature that it sees. Rome could afford no tribune like to these. DCCXXVII - "POSENOTTOSELLM" Poison'd,--ill fare--dead, forsook, cast off: Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough Effect it with some care, that he may prove No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age, That is my office, for my father's sake. That one for all, or all for one we gage; Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must Leap in with me into this angry flood, Many will swoon when they do look on blood. DCCXXVIII - "YGLASSSHALLNOT" You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. Like to a dismal clangour heard from far, And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of Night, survey Some one be ready with a costly suit, So, come death! Two o'clock is your hour? Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root? Her beauty and the value of her dower, And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites, Love can transpose to form and dignity: Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. O, whither shall we fly from this reproach? The boy gives warning something doth approach. DCCXXIX - "PERSUADEMEIAMO" Plead on her part some cause to you unknown: Exception bid him speak, and at this time Ready to starve and dare not touch his own: Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, Under what colour he commits this ill. As this their jangling I esteem a sport. Doth make a stand at what your highness will. Except some petty towns of no import: Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace; Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: In this the antique and well noted face And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Or overthrow incurable ensues. DCCXXX - "LDSOLONGASYOUT" Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks! Direct not him whose way himself will choose: So are those crisped snaky golden locks Or any groat I hoarded to my use, Let me have men about me that are fat; Only to flatter fools and make them bold: Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold: And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut Sorrow were ever razed and testy wrath You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what. One that made means to come by what he hath, Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done, The Count Rousillon: know you such a one? DCCXXXI - "HANDTHOUAREOFO" Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen A ragged and forestall'd remission. Never to speak of this that you have seen. Darest with thy frozen admonition This and my food are equals; there's no odds: Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Relieved him with such sanctity of love, Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves, On any ground that I am ruler of, For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud? DCCXXXII - "NEDATEBUTWHENI" Not three hours' travel from this very place. Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Despite of suit, to see a lady's face. And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, The means of weakness and debility; Envy your great deservings and good name, Betwixt the wind and his nobility. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; To be his purveyor: but he rides well; With hope to find the like event in love, Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. DCCXXXIII - "NTHEETIMESFURR" No masque to-night: the wind is come about; This is some token from a newer friend: Have you not made an universal shout, Each hath his place and function to attend: Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make I will not bandy with thee word for word, My resolution, husband, do thou take; End in one purpose, and be all well borne See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring, From the dread summit of this chalky bourn. Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring, Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Rome could afford no tribune like to these. DCCXXXIV - "OWSIBEHOLDTHEN" Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Whose nature is so far from doing harms She says enough; yet she's a simple bawd I crave the benefit of law of arms. But then renew I could not, like the moon; Egregious murderer, thief, any thing He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Or your own honour to contain the ring, Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth Devils' additions, the names of fiends: but To see her noble lord restor'd to health, Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. DCCXXXV - "LOOKIDEATHMYDA" Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us! O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, Know man from man? dispute his own estate? I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit Did he not, contrary to form of law, Except a sword or sceptre balance it: And dout them with superfluous courage, ha! That he would labour my delivery. How have I been behaved, that he might stick My lodging out. Give him a livery Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, At your request a little from himself. DCCXXXVI - "YSSHOULDEXPIAT" Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores How he did seem to dive into their hearts O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, Uproar the universal peace, confound Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege. Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound. Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, eXcept it be to pray against thy foes. Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, It shall become thee well to act my woes; And here she stands; touch her whoever dare; Things past redress are now with me past care. DCCXXXVII - "EFORALLTHATBEA" Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Form of the thing, each word made true and good, Of your philosophy you make no use, Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Against my love shall be, as I am now, Look, as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk, Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Have left their places vacant, in their rooms As long a term as yet we have to live, There is no vice so simple but assumes But to the earth some special good doth give, Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice And golden times, and happy news of price. DCCXXXVIII - "UTYTHATDOTHCOV" Unless thou couldst return to make amends? Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course, You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends. To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse! How like the empress and her sons you are! And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far Devoured by the unexpected flood. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: The breese upon her, like a cow in June, Have loved without this mean, if on both parts Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Or is your gold and silver ewes and rams? Verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs? DCCXXXIX - "ERTHEEISBUTTHE" Even for this let us divided live, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife: To whom this wreath of victory I give, Have I commandment on the pulse of life? Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Ely with Richmond troubles me more near I would have been a breakfast to the beast, She'ld come again, and with a greedy ear But, were my worth as is my conscience firm, Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on. That tends to vice in man, but I affirm Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. DCCXL - "SEEMLYRAIMENTO" Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Except it be to pray against thy foes. My honour's at the stake; which to defeat, Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what. Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. A mark so bloody on the business, but In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; May justly diet me. I pray you yet; Envenom him with words, or get thee gone No reason I, since of your lives you set The poor fool prays her that he may depart: O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart! DCCXLI - "FMYHEARTWHICHI" For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands Yonder comes news. A wager they have met. Her suit is now to repossess those lands; Employ'd you where high profits might come home, A ragged and forestall'd remission. Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Truly to speak, and with no addition, Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl! His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams: Is she worth keeping? why, she is a pearl, Conceives by idleness and nothing teems Her body's stain her mind untainted clears; If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears. DCCXLII - "NTHYBREASTDOTH" No more perchance does mine, or his, or hers. To link my dear friend to a common stale. Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs? You love the breeder better than the male. Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek And what love can do that dares love attempt; See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows, The fear of God, and not with drunken knaves. Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: Of any true decision. Nature craves Thou dost make possible things not so held, How many of you have mine eyes beheld! DCCXLIII - "LIVEASTHINEINM" Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: Enough to purchase what you have made known. A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: Thou plantest scandal and displacest laud: How he did seem to dive into their hearts It is religion to be thus forsworn, Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance. End in one purpose, and be all well borne I am a soldier and now bound to France. No longer yours than you yourself here live: Mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. DCCXLIV - "EHOWCANITHENBE" Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. He take leave, and presently after him. Of both your armies; whose equality When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill, And be an eye-sore in my golden coat; Now is the sun upon the highmost hill I prithee take thy fingers from my throat; To the April day again. Come, damned earth, How would he hang his slender gilded wings, Ever to conquer, and to have his worth No, girl, I'll knit it up in silken strings Be yoked with his that did betray the Best! Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. DCCXLV - "ELDERTHANTHOUA" Early and late, debating to and fro Live where their prayers did: and it's come to pass, Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Receiving them from such a worthless post. Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests He, nor that affable familiar ghost A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, O cunning, how I got it!--nay, some marks Until it wither with me to my grave And gives them what he will, not what they crave. DCCXLVI - "RTOTHEREFORELO" Reignier, her father, to the king of France There make before them. Look, the good man weeps! Or how haps it I seek not to advance Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps, Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Remains in danger of her former tooth. Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive. Out of myself, press me to death with wit. Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown O young and noble Cato, art thou down? DCCXLVII - "VEBEOFTHYSELFS" Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? Environed with all these hideous fears? By how much better than my word I am, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon To stranger blood, to foreign royalty. He was but as the cuckoo is in June, You envy my advancement and my friends': So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Flatter my sorrows with report of it; So many guests invite as here are writ. DCCXLVIII - "OWARYASINOTFOR" O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth Relish your nimble notes to pleasing ears; Your brother and his lover have embraced: Away, captains! let's get us from the walls; She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. Or quit in answer of the third exchange, To make me slave to it; and for your sake Furnish you fairly for this interchange: Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. DCCXLIX - "MYSELFBUTFORTH" My love shall hear the music of my hounds. Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds- Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. Lost by his father, with all bands of law, For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. By whose approach the regions of Artois, Upon the like devotion as yourselves, Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; For that it stands not in such warlike brace, Of his own body he was ill, and gave Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place: The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, He was a king bless'd of the King of kings. DCCL - "EEWILLBEARINGT" Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Where's Bede? Go you, and where you find a maid If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass. Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink! But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks. Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, Recall not what we give, and therein may I shall attend your leisure: but make haste; Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say? Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair: Though you are old enough to be my heir. DCCLI - "HYHEARTWHICHIW" Her father's liking; which to bring to pass, Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, Exist, and be a member of his love And all things change them to the contrary. Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause, How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, I have, and most unwillingly, of late Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw; His promises fly so beyond his state If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash Why do you speak so startingly and rash? DCCLII - "ILLKEEPSOCHARY" I have sent after him: he says he'll come; Leap in with me into this angry flood, Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Extinguishing his conduct in this case; England and France might, through their amity, Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face; Sticking together in calamity. Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, Came of a gentle kind and noble stock, Henry is dead and never shall revive: And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, Receiving them from such a worthless post. You all look strangely on me; and you most. DCCLIII - "ASTENDERNURSEH" An appetite that I am sick withal, Strike up our drums, pursue the scatt'red stray. Then take my soul, my body, soul and all, Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus! Unto the base bed of some rascal groom, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom! Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, Hangs one that gathers sampire- dreadful trade! DCCLIV - "ERBABEFROMFARI" Empale him with your weapons round about; Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out And, dying, mention it within their wills, But mine is made the prologue to their play; Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Forgive my tyranny; but do not say Richer than that which four successive kings Or fill up chronicles in time to come, My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. For such disguise as haply shall become And on it said a century of prayers, Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, Is my apparel sumptuous to behold? DCCLV - "NGILLPRESUMENO" Now we are victors; upon us he smiles. Give way to what's seen now! Sir, you yourself If to come hither you have measured miles, Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives: Perchance some single vantages you took. Rather than render back, out with your knives, Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward. Under the shade of melancholy boughs, May you be happy in your wish, my lord Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, Or seem so craftily; and that's not good. DCCLVI - "TONTHYHEARTWHE" To seal her father's eyes up close as oak- O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. He cried almost to roaring; and he wept You may partake of any thing we say: Had all your quarters been as safely kept Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear Resorters stand upon sound legs. How now! Things past redress are now with me past care. Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow; Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. DCCLVII - "NMINEISSLAINTH" Now entertain conjecture of a time My blood begins my safer guides to rule; If you bethink yourself of any crime Not only, sir, this your all-licens'd fool, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. In the most terrible and nimble stroke So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. Like softest music to attending ears! And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears Now, God be praised, that to believing souls That this my mother's son was none of his; He is no less than what we say he is. DCCLVIII - "OUGAVESTMETHIN" O, deeper sin than bottomless conceit Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; And, from the place where you behold us now, Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, Such as will enter at a lady's ear To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales May be put from her by society: Even like a man new haled from the rack, That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back. If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that. DCCLIX - "ENOTTOGIVEBACK" Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, Or whether since he is advis'd by aught The people know it; and have now received Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours Gentle thou art and therefore to be won, It would not out at windows nor at doors. Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Each day still better other's happiness; But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, And that be heir to his unhappiness! Coming and going with thy honey breath. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. DCCLX - "AGAINASANUNPER" Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born: And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks It is religion to be thus forsworn, Not like a woman; for I would prevent And much effuse of blood doth make me faint. So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: As for the Duke of York, this late complaint Niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks! there's Unless thou couldst return to make amends? Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs: Princes, that strive by factions and by friends Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. DCCLXI - "FECTACTORONTHE" For yet ere supper-time must I perform Excepting one, I would he were the best Can no way change you to a milder form, Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, And wring the awful sceptre from his fist, Come from the north; and as I came along To have her back return'd: thus to persist O, coward that I am, to live so long, Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, O sweet-suggesting Love, if thou hast sinned, Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind He would have well becomed this place, and graced Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. DCCLXII - "STAGEWHOWITHHI" Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: To their subsequent volumes, there is seen And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen. Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. We'll leave you for this time: go in and rest. Here at more leisure may your Highness read, Or on Diana's altar to protest Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well: Then turn your forces from this paltry siege Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. He murder cries and help from Athens calls. I did present him with the Paris balls. DCCLXIII - "SFEARISPUTBESI" Shall never see so much, nor live so long. For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail Else had she with her father rang'd along. And then is heard no more: it is a tale Ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; But he which bore my letter, Friar John, Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. I'll kiss each several paper for amends. DCCLXIV - "DESHISPARTORSO" Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. How now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means this? If that be all, masters, I hear no harm. Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. A kingdom for a stage, princes to act Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign, They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine; Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms. Of the most bloody nurser of his harms! DCCLXV - "MEFIERCETHINGR" Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel: Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. For her sake that I have been,--for I feel I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen Ere once she can discharge one word of woe: Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Compared with loss of thee will not seem so. Each jealous of the other, as the stung To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. Have loved without this mean, if on both parts I see a man here needs not live by shifts, Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read? Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. DCCLXVI - "EPLETEWITHTOOM" Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Partly that I have need of such a youth Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse, Even so void is your false heart of truth. Than you expect: unseal this letter soon; Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Why how now? do you speak in the sick tune? I shall have more than you can dream of yet; That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports He dies to me again when talk'd of: sure, The discontents repair, and men's reports Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head My grave is like to be my wedding bed. DCCLXVII - "UCHRAGEWHOSEST" Unto the brother of your loving bride; Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear: Envenom him with words, or get thee gone Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear, He doth me wrong to feed me with delays. Of what a monarchy you are the head: Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise: England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, Since you are strangers and come here by chance, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. DCCLXVIII - "RENGTHSABUNDAN" Rely upon it till my tale be heard, Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word: Go to thy lady's grave and call hers thence, The dedicated words which writers use His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse And my pretext to strike at him admits By holy human law, and common troth, Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Now in his life, against your holy oath? Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day, Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play. DCCLXIX - "CEWEAKENSHISOW" Came pouring, like the tide into a breach, End in a word: such is the breath of kings. We still have judgment here; that we but teach Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: A most unspotted lily shall she pass Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news? Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Not what you are, I know it will excuse Set on there! Never was a war did cease, He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch! Othello, leave some officer behind, While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind. DCCLXX - "NHEARTSOIFORFE" Not letting it decline on the declined, He hath, my lord; but be you well assured, Entreated me to call and know her mind: And now, to tempt, all liberty procured. Rather he should shrive me than wive me. Come, The wolf hath seized his prey, the poor lamb cries; Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum: On this sad shadow Lucrece spends her eyes, I am content that he shall take the odds For what offence have I this fortnight been Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods, Reward to him that brings the traitor in? Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. DCCLXXI - "AROFTRUSTFORGE" Alas, I am the mother of these moans! Rather than so, come fate into the list. Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, For going on death's net, whom none resist. That for a toy, a thing of no regard, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard: Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike, For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, O Tamora! was ever heard the like? Richer than sea and land? O, theft most base, Give way to what's seen now! Sir, you yourself Else would he never so demean himself. DCCLXXII - "TTOSAYTHEPERFE" Then, England's messenger, return in post, The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept: Of smiling peace to march a bloody host, Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, And over-joy of heart doth minister. Yet let her be a principality, To keep the oath that we administer: Here on my knee I beg mortality, Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee-- Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. DCCLXXIII - "CTCEREMONYOFLO" Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof, To business with the King, more than the scope Come not within these doors; within this roof England did never owe so sweet a hope, Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; Only to flatter fools and make them bold: Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause, You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune? O, sir, I find her milder than she was; Forbid the sea for to obey the moon Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; Or gluttoning on all, or all away. DCCLXXIV - "VESRITEANDINMI" Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! I have been in such a pickle since I To make yourself a son out of my blood. Each flower moisten'd like a melting eye; Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: I know this act shows horrible and grim. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. DCCLXXV - "NEOWNLOVESSTRE" Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, Early and late, debating to and fro Or who should study to prefer a peace. Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou Only, good master, while we do admire Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. DCCLXXVI - "NGTHSEEMTODECA" No higher than thyself; the judge's clerk, Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To leave no rubs nor botches in the work-- Hangs one that gathers sampire- dreadful trade! Such as the daughter of Agenor had, Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine The king and his companions: warily Other offenders we will pause upon. Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily. Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Come on, you thick lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. DCCLXXVII - "YOERCHARGEDWIT" You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O, here he is! Lay hand upon him.- Sir, End in a word: such is the breath of kings. Romeo, that she were, O, that she were Curse not thyself, fair creature thou art both. Here with a sigh, as if her heart would break, And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me. Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Did come to his hands, and commands shall be Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice. Importing the surrender of those lands To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands. DCCLXXVIII - "HBURDENOFMINEO" Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch, Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household; which Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke; Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; Mine ears against your suits are stronger than If ever you have look'd on better days, Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man. Expect your highness' doom of life or death. Or know what ground's made happy by his breath. DCCLXXIX - "WNLOVESMIGHTOL" We shall be much unfurnished for this time. Never pray more; abandon all remorse; Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. Or with a base and boist'rous sword enforce Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, More near my life, I fear,--with my weak wit, It he is to sojourn with you? How creeps Go therefore, tell thy master here I am; His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. The enemy, marching along by them, Of present death, and shame that might ensue Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. DCCLXXX - "ETMYBOOKSBETHE" Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Timon will to the woods; where he shall find Met us again and madly bent on us, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind By urging me to fury: O, be gone! Or know what ground's made happy by his breath. Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Each opposite that blanks the face of joy That the probation bear no hinge nor loop His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes; Except it be to pray against thy foes. DCCLXXXI - "NTHEELOQUENCEA" Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou His servant live, and will his vassal die: Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Let it not tell your judgment I am old; Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep, Quite from himself to God. But now behold, Unshaked of motion: and that I am he, Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news. Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust. DCCLXXXII - "NDDUMBPRESAGER" Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds? Upon the instant that she was accused, My state is desperate for my master's love; But sorrow flouted at is double death. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. England and France might, through their amity, Say thou wilt walk: we will bestrew the ground. And free my country from calamity: Giving myself a voluntary wound Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. DCCLXXXIII - "SOFMYSPEAKINGB" Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands, For which I must not plead, but that I am Make an extent upon his house and lands. Yet most suspected, as the time and place Strangely neglected? when did he regard Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace, Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard And when my uncle told me so, he wept, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen. Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears. Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. DCCLXXXIV - "REASTWHOPLEADF" Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. Else one self mate and mate could not beget As many and as well-born bloods as those,-- So doth the cony struggle in the net. That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye? Will we acquaint with all that we intend; He gains by death that hath such means to die: Or the light loss of England for a friend: Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence: Lest we remember still that we have none. Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one. Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? For who lived king, but I could dig his grave? DCCLXXXV - "ORLOVEANDLOOKF" O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Remember whom you are to cope withal; Let me for this my life-time reign as king. Or by the father there were none at all; Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Either they must be dieted like mules And ears so cloy'd importantly as now, Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: Like water from ye, never found again O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook: O, why should nature build so foul a den, Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. DCCLXXXVI - "ORRECOMPENSEMO" O noble prince, I can discover all Resolvedly more leisure shall express: Remember whom you are to cope withal; Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents My lord, your loving nephew now is come. Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents Endue you with the people's voice: remains No higher than thyself; the judge's clerk, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. Must we pursue, and I have found the path. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! DCCLXXXVII - "RETHANTHATTONG" Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Each in his office ready at thy beck. The coward horse that bears me fail and die! Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails, Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun. The King, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales His honour and myself are at the one, A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse. The which shall turn you to no further harm To second ills with ills, each elder worse, One friend to take his fortune by the arm, No more can I be sever'd from your side, God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride! DCCLXXXVIII - "UETHATMOREHATH" Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp As being well content with that alone. To give thee all, and in his waning age May honourable peace attend thy throne! Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Either be gone before the watch be set, Hence, prating peasant! fetch thy master home. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: Here, Tamora, though grieved with killing grief. DCCLXXXIX - "MOREEXPRESSDOL" Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; Or is the adder better than the eel Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Exception bid him speak, and at this time eXcuse; it is to beat usurping down. Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime, Razing the characters of your renown, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word. Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. O, think my son to be as dear to me! Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee! DCCXC - "EARNTOREADWHAT" Else had she with her father rang'd along. And this may help to thicken other proofs Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs The oldest have borne most; we that are young Or I could make a prologue to my brains, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Endue you with the people's voice: remains And she as much in love, her means much less Deserves your hate; and your affections are Wallon and Picardy are friends to us, Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. DCCXCI - "SILENTLOVEHATH" Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make, If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: Let us do so: for we are at the stake, Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse. To five and twenty thousand men of choice; Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse O, good my lord, tax not so bad a voice Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Had twenty years been made. This is a stem An a' be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride: To the ambassadors of England gives Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives. DCCXCII - "WRITTOHEARWITH" While thou on Tereus descant'st better skill. Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man. I thank thee for't: my shipwreck now's no ill, They surfeited with honey and began That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze Hark you, my friend; you said you could not beg. Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Rebuke and dread correction wait on us When you and I met at Saint Alban's last, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. The tender nibbler would not touch the bait, How much she loves me- O, the kindest Kate! DCCXCIII - "EYESBELONGSTOL" Except thou wilt except against my love. You something know; yet I believe there comes Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums! But with a crafty madness keeps aloof Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Like goodly buildings left without a roof Of skilful painting, made for Priam's Troy: Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk! Stood challenger on mount of all the age Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, O lady, lady, shame would have it hid! Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did. DCCXCIV - "OVESFINEWITMIN" O, from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, End in one purpose, and be all well borne Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; I should not live to speak another word; Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, My spirit can no longer bear these harms. In this hot trial, more than we of France; Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance. DCCXCV - "EEYEHATHPLAYDT" Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste You know there wants no junkets at the feast. Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says; And your fair princess,--goddess!--O, alas! Thinking to bar thee of succession, as Her father's liking; which to bring to pass, Persuaded him from any further act: Let me have men about me that are fat; Are of imagination all compact: You are an alchemist; make gold of that. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death: To say to me that thou art out of breath? DCCXCVI - "HEPAINTERANDHA" He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume. Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood, If to come hither you have measured miles, No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part. Take you your instrument, play you the whiles! Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! Rest on my word, and let not discontent Against the flint and hardness of my fault: Not like a woman; for I would prevent Duke of Alencon, this was your default, He shall submit, or I will never yield. And come, young Cato; let us to the field. DCCXCVII - "THSTELLDTHYBEA" Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Having no more but thought of what thou wert, Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw. To do more for me than mine own desert, Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Love's stories written in love's richest book. Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: Tell me wherein have I offended most? He did solicit you in free contempt Your native town you enter'd like a post, Be it my wrong you are from me exempt, Empale him with your weapons round about; And more, much more. The time will bring it out. DCCXCVIII - "UTYSFORMINTABL" Upon whose faith and honour I repose. There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed You may behold confusion of your foes. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Folly in fools bears not so strong a note Of as great size. Ween you of better luck, Ready to catch each other by the throat, May all the building in my fancy pluck I think he thinks upon the savage bull. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full. And what thou think'st his very action speaks But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick, Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! DCCXCIX - "EOFMYHEARTMYBO" Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, For quick accumulation of renown, My education been in arts and arms; You go not till I set you up a glass How in his suit he scorn'd you; but your loves, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. And yet not so; since I am sure my love's Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death! To foster it, nor ever to preserve. May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. But this I know, they have demean'd themselves Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. DCCC - "DYISTHEFRAMEWH" Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must; Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am Is almost choked by unresisted lust. Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, To put an antic disposition on), Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Excels whatever yet you look'd upon From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. And answer was return'd that he will come. My widow says thus she conceives her tale. Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? When have I aught exacted at your hands, His plate, his goods, his money and his lands. DCCCI - "EREINTISHELDAN" Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: No bitterness that I will bitter think, The sums I have collected shall express. I see things too, although you judge I wink. Stand where the torch may not discover us. His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood; Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring Leap in with me into this angry flood, Doth not the crown of England prove the king? And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace. DCCCII - "DPERSPECTIVEIT" Deny their office: only you do lack Plain and not honest is too harsh a style. Even like a man new haled from the rack, Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll Such as were grown to credit by the wars; Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Could not again undo: it was mine art, Ten years are spent since first he undertook Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, It were not for your quiet nor your good, To do him all the grace and good I could. DCCCIII - "ISTHEPAINTERSA" In limited professions. Rascal thieves, Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip! To the succeeding royalty he leaves Her father hath commanded her to slip Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word And shining morning face, creeping like snail I made unto the noise; when soon I heard Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick! Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce And do not interrupt me in my course. DCCCIV - "RTFORTHROUGHTH" Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, For that he colour'd with his high estate, Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Reward did threaten and encourage him, Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,-- Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black, To be depender on a thing that leans, Have you importuned him by any means? DCCCV - "EPAINTERMUSTYO" Each in his office ready at thy beck. Paris and Troilus, you have both said well, And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell. Not me begotten of a shepherd swain, That chair stand empty: but we all are men, Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Receive each other. God speak this Amen! My honour'd lord, you know right well you did, Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins: Such as the day is when the sun is hid. To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains, You know no Centaur? you received no gold? Of physiognomy might one behold! DCCCVI - "USEEHISSKILLTO" Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread. Employ'd you where high profits might come home, Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? How many years a mortal man may live. It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which. Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain. I am content that he shall take the odds Like Turk to Christian. Women's gentle brain Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Thy ear is liable; thy food is such O, speak no more, for I have heard too much. DCCCVII - "FINDWHEREYOURT" For virtue and true beauty of the soul, In that high task hath done her beauty wrong, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: Did steal behind him as he lay along Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece; Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,-- Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Robs me of that which not enriches him Ere you can take due orders for a priest: You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves! O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. Return those duties back as are right fit, The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it. DCCCVIII - "RUEIMAGEPICTUR" Reply not in how many fathoms deep Upon a homely object Love can wink. Edward and York; then haply she will weep: I dare not call them fools; but this I think, My father, as nurse said, did never fear, Art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak Go then; and with a countenance as clear Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Preach some philosophy to make me mad, I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail; Consent to pay thee that I never had! Tell thee, with speechless tongues and semblance pale, Under the blow of thralled discontent, Repair'd with double riches of content. DCCCIX - "EDLIESWHICHINM" Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite! Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget I did not think to be so sad to-night Even like a man new haled from the rack, Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds; Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black: Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, I like you, lads; about your business straight; Create her child of spleen, that it may live Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. DCCCX - "YBOSOMSSHOPISH" Yields up his life unto a world of odds: Before the child himself felt he was sick: Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods, So there's my riddle: one that's dead is quick: Or is it Dian, habited like her, My sister may receive it much more worse, Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse. He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Speak, or thy silence on the instant is How many women saw this child of his? DCCCXI - "ANGINGSTILLTHA" Am I a queen in title and in style, No man but prophesied revenge for it. Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: It is extempore, from my mother wit. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp That yet can do thee office? If thou hast, In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Like Amazons come tripping after drums, Looks on alike. Will't please you, sir, be gone? To know for what he comes, and whence he comes, High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre! DCCCXII - "THATHHISWINDOW" They pass by strangely: they were used to bend How can they then assist me in the act? And very rich; but th'art too much my friend, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. Henry is youthful and will quickly yield. Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's I would your highness would depart the field: Set deadly enmity between two friends, What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon? I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then, When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. DCCCXIII - "SGLAZEDWITHTHI" So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss Giving myself a voluntary wound Look here upon th's picture, and on this, At last she sees a wretched image bound, Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change; I pray you and beseech you that you will. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Have said and writ so, but your writing now I shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses, thou! DCCCXIV - "NEEYESNOWSEEWH" Now when the lords and barons of the realm Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king, Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. You would not then have parted with the ring. Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Neither disturbed with the effect of wine, Of all the world I loved and to him put Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. Either be gone before the watch be set, Which alters when it alteration finds, He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. DCCCXV - "ATGOODTURNSEYE" As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death. True grief is fond and testy as a child, Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: Old woes, not infant sorrows, bear them mild; O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk. Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, Rather than render back, out with your knives, Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead So worthless peasants bargain for their wives, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. DCCCXVI - "SFOREYESHAVEDO" Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse. For him that brought it. Wretched though I seem, O no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem Either be gone before the watch be set, Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears Else one self mate and mate could not beget Sorrow so royally in you appears He was as calm as virtue--he began And most deceiving when it seems most just; Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, Dim register and notary of shame! Or whether revolution be the same. DCCCXVII - "NEMINEEYESHAVE" Now blessed by the hour, by night or day, Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play. In no less working than are swords and bows Now, now, you stars that move in your right spheres, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, You go not till I set you up a glass Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens? Have put on black and loving mourners be, And therefore we must needs admit the means Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. DCCCXVIII - "DRAWNTHYSHAPEA" Damn'd in the first beginners!--gan to look Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. And from her tongue 'can lurk' from 'cannot' took: What should he say? We wept after her hearse, Never pray more; abandon all remorse; The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, Your gracious self to take on you the charge So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, A way to make us better friends, more known. Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. Even for this let us divided live, And your sweet semblance to some other give. DCCCXIX - "NDTHINEFORMEAR" No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem Doing the execution and the act This accident is not unlike my dream: How shall we then dispense with that contract, In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this, Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly! Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Man: thou shouldst neither want my means for thy Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. And to do that well craves a kind of wit: Repair hither and say you are not fit. DCCCXX - "EWINDOWSTOMYBR" Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Why, these are very crotchets that he speaks; It may be good: pride hath no other glass Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Dial is now upon the prick of noon. On Saturday we will return to France. Which gives the watch-word to his hand full soon Since you are strangers and come here by chance, The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid O, let those cities that of plenty's cup May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up But here's a villain that would face me down Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. DCCCXXI - "EASTWHERETHROU" Each in his office ready at thy beck. And for one blast of thy minikin mouth So did he turn and over Suffolk's neck Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Which is as brief as I have known a play; Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells: Either to die the death or to abjure Their form confounded makes most form in mirth, His neck will come to your waist,--a cord, sir. Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth, Once more the engine of her thoughts began: Upon this spotted and inconstant man. DCCCXXII - "GHTHESUNDELIGH" Go, call before me all the lords in court. How have you made division of yourself? Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short; He would have weigh'd thy brother by himself Employ'd you where high profits might come home, Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Never, O never shall I see more joy! Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind, Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Leaving free things and happy shows behind; In Saturninus' health, whom, if she sleep, Good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your He doth again repeat, and that they swore. DCCCXXIII - "TSTOPEEPTOGAZE" To bear the tidings of calamity. Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave, To join your hearts in love and amity. Of his own body he was ill, and gave Pure Chastity is rifled of her store, Envy your great deservings and good name, Each changing place with that which goes before, Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame That violates the smallest branch herein: Of all mad matches, never was the like. God will revenge it. But come, let us in, Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I Enough; I read your fortune in your eye. DCCCXXIV - "THEREINONTHEEY" The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams How comes this, Sir John? Fie! What man of good Extremity still urgeth such extremes. Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Invited her to supper: she replied, Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. O tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide! No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue, That all the court may echo with the noise. He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Your father's heir must have your father's land. DCCCXXV - "ETEYESTHISCUNN" Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice, I like this fair proceeding of the King's. So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings, Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum. DCCCXXVI - "INGWANTTOGRACE" In courtly company or at my beads, Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; Now, fair befall you! he deserved his death; The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant To stifle beauty and to steal his breath, Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Rebuke and dread correction wait on us And yet methinks I do not like this tune. Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took Else you may be marvellously mistook. DCCCXXVII - "THEIRARTTHEYDR" This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, Here comes the holy legate of the pope. Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice It was, my lord; who lin'd himself with hope, Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. And with uplifted arms is safe arrived Raze out the written troubles of the brain Thou art a gentleman and well derived; The revenue whereof shall furnish us He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead. Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. DCCCXXVIII - "AWBUTWHATTHEYS" Adoption strives with nature and choice breeds Will raise your highness such a mighty sum But edifies another with her deeds. Unfurnish me of reason. They are come. The duke, my husband and my children both, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith. To answer mildly; for they are prepared Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with Esteem him as a lamb, being compared You should have fear'd false times when you did feast: Say but the word, and I will be his priest. DCCCXXIX - "EEKNOWNOTTHEHE" Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Edward and York; then haply she will weep: King Richard might create a perfect guess No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: Or who hath brought the fatal engine in When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin O, not to-day, think not upon the fault This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs; The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs? Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, He makes for England, there to claim the crown. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. DCCCXXX - "ARTLETTHOSEWHO" Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. Rather than rob me of the people's hearts! That put Armado's page out of his part! Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, That I myself have done unto myself? His time of folly and his time of sport; Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. Either thou art most ignorant by age, When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim His nostrils drink the air, and forth again, Or that or any place that harbours men. DCCCXXXI - "AREINFAVOURWIT" As, sick and blunted with community, Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, Embrace we then this opportunity I have a thousand spirits in one breast, Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands. For in thy shoulder do I build my seat, And rear it in the place your father's stands. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Until four hundred one and twenty years Ready to starve and dare not touch his own: Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! There's none but asses will be bridled so. DCCCXXXII - "HTHEIRSTARSOFP" His antidotes are poison, and he slays To bring him here alone; although perhaps Her more than haste is mated with delays, Expire before the flowers in their caps, In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; Real necessities, and give way the while Some high, some low, the painter was so nice; The letter is too long by half a mile. And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing, Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing One step I have advanc'd thee. If thou dost For in Baptista's keep my treasure is. Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. DCCCXXXIII - "UBLICHONOURAND" Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! But praying, to enrich his watchful soul: Look in a glass, and call thy image so: I would the state of time had first been whole Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Here he comes with your niece: give them way till Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich Now He that made me knows I see thee ill; Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' sword; Upbraided me about the rose I wear; Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear Not any, but abide the change of time, Drove back again unto my native clime? DCCCXXXIV - "PROUDTITLESBOA" Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak. Receive it friendly; but from this time forth On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Under the lordly monarch of the north, Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts If this right hand would buy two hour's life, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Expect him here: when he shall come and find Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes But now you partly may perceive my mind. Open your ears; for which of you will stop And climb the highest promontory top. DCCCXXXV - "STWHILSTIWHOMF" So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet. To the ambassadors of England gives What is it else? a madness most discreet, Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives. It easeth some, though none it ever cured, Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? She's such a one, that, were I well assured There's something in me that reproves my fault; I prithee, do not strive against my vows: With what contempt he wore the humble weed, Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows. Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, Most noble! in the presence of thy corse? For hither we have broken in by force. DCCCXXXVI - "ORTUNEOFSUCHTR" On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth Ready to catch each other by the throat, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, Upon his royal face there is no note No doubt, no doubt; O, 'tis a parlous boy; Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Of skilful painting, made for Priam's Troy: For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate. Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; Unto a view so false will not incline; Could never go so slow: I have heard of His cocks do win the battle still of mine, To be thy lord and master: seek the king; Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. DCCCXXXVII - "IUMPHBARSUNLOO" If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. Upon his visage, and that all the walls My love is as a fever, longing still Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls He lessens his requests; and to thee sues Be it my wrong you are from me exempt, And thy abundant goodness shall excuse Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! Under whose colours he had fought so long. No bitterness that I will bitter think, Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. O my good lord, the world is but a word: Of that report which I so oft have heard. DCCCXXXVIII - "KDFORJOYINTHAT" Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes. Dial is now upon the prick of noon. For being ignorant to whom it goes Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: Your master's confidence was above mine; If haply you my father do suspect Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Then others for the breath of words respect, Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, And give your hearts to, when they once perceive Then wish me better; I will give you leave. DCCCXXXIX - "IHONOURMOSTGRE" I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. How much, methinks, I could despise this man, Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Now, Master Slender: love him, daughter Anne. Of the old rage: bear with me, I am sick; Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace. O, this is it that makes your servants droop! Such childish humour from weak minds proceeds: There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, Enough to purchase what you have made known. DCCCXL - "ATPRINCESFAVOU" As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross The party 'gainst the which he doth contrive Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Now do you know the reason of this haste. Come, let us go: we will include all jars Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Sheet of paper: my daughter tells us all. For I did dream of money-bags to-night. And, like a sister, am most loath to call Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight O gentlemen, the time of life is short! Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? DCCCXLI - "RITESTHEIRFAIR" Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, I'll give thee armour to keep off that word: That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Show scarce so gross as beetles. Halfway down Troop in the throngs of military men; Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown. Establish him in his true sense again, I had forgot myself; am I not king? Remuneration for the thing it was; From you have I been absent in the spring, Alas the day! I never gave him cause. If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, Remains in danger of her former tooth. DCCCXLII - "LEAVESSPREADBU" Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. And purge it to a sound and pristine health, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought So please you, save the thanks this prince expects: Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; Preeminence, and all the large effects Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son! Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.' But once a-day, it would unclog my heart Unmannerly intruder as thou art! DCCCXLIII - "TASTHEMARIGOLD" To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; And say you would present her at the leet, Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat He burns with bashful shame: she with her tears Eyes; and then they will endure handling, which My gracious prince, and honourable peers, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Reason becomes the marshal to my will It faded on the crowing of the cock. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Let her who would be rid of him devise Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? DCCCXLIV - "ATTHESUNSEYEAN" Are gone: crows and daws, crows and daws! I had Than in possession and jot of pleasure. That may with reasonable swiftness add Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure? Edward and York; then haply she will weep: She shows a body rather than a life, Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Should dying men flatter with those that live? Either of you to be the other's end. You are my all the world, and I must strive Each hath his place and function to attend: After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. DCCCXLV - "DINTHEMSELVEST" Discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, None in the world: you did mistake him, sure. The offer of an hundred thousand crowns He hath brought many captives home to Rome Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My haste is very great: farewell; hie home. Some high, some low, the painter was so nice; Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. DCCCXLVI - "HEIRPRIDELIESB" He burns with bashful shame: she with her tears Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange I know, is such a wrest in their affairs Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. I'll be damned for never a king's son in Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace. If he were living, I would try him yet. Escap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place Shall be transported presently to France. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance. DCCCXLVII - "URIEDFORATAFRO" Upon my death the French can little boast; Ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his I'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine host. Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? For, look you, I may make the belly smile O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones, Real necessities, and give way the while And when great treasure is the meed proposed, The day is broke; be wary, look about. And, after conflict such as was supposed For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, O, do not do your cousin such a wrong. DCCCXLVIII - "WNTHEYINTHEIRG" Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please, Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith. He will the rather do it when he sees Expire before the flowers in their caps, Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move Into the staggers and the careless lapse Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve That so I may by this device at least Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive Ere you can take due orders for a priest: I can scarce speak to thee. Thou'lt not believe Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head: Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? DCCCXLIX - "LORYDIETHEPAIN" Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt Disguise the holy strength of their command, It may be judged I made the duke away; Ere I could make thee open thy white hand This is my birth-day; as this very day Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Pierce into that; but I can see his pride A fiend, a fury, pitiless and rough; If low, an agate very vilely cut; Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what. DCCCL - "FULWARRIORFAMO" Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again, Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms Love keeps his revels where they are but twain; Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms? And I will stoop and humble my intents Remaining in the coffer of her friends, Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. I speak no more than what my soul intends; O, yes; and went between us very oft. Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them From south to west on wing soaring aloft, And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am Most honourably doth unhold his word. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. DCCCLI - "USEDFORFIGHTAF" Unless thou couldst return to make amends? Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it; Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Did never traitor in the land commit. Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. Or bathe my dying honour in the blood Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud; I lov'd her most, and thought to set my rest Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give: Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast: Too good to be so and too bad to live, And not of any challenge of desert, For stones dissolved to water do convert. DCCCLII - "TERATHOUSANDVI" That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, Each jealous of the other, as the stung Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; And warrant limited unto my tongue. To know what willing ransom he will give. How troublesome it sat upon my head: Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind: No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Dumb jewels often in their silent kind Values itself so highly that to her I will determine this before I stir. DCCCLIII - "CTORIESONCEFOI" Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice, Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, Repair hither and say you are not fit. Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates; Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates! Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, None but that ugly treason of mistrust, Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave. Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, For God doth know, so shall the world perceive, One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth. I never swore this lady such an oath. DCCCLIV - "LDISFROMTHEBOO" Love me or love me not, I like the cap; Damsel of France, I think I have you fast: I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, Fronting the sun, receives and renders back Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black! My mercy dried their water-flowing tears; That Time comes stealing on by night and day? Happy were England, would this gracious prince Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. But not without that harmful stroke which since O, none of both but are of high desert: O, yet defend me, friends! I am but hurt. DCCCLV - "KOFHONOURRAZED" Knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had Of the most bloody nurser of his harms! For they are harsh, untuneable and bad. Have at you, then, affection's men at arms. Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. Now where is he that will not stay so long Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first: Under whose government come they along? Replies her husband: 'do not take away Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. As honour without breach of honour may Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death. Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? DCCCLVI - "QUITEANDALLTHE" Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about If you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake; Them to their trial-the bubbles are out, England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all Leap in with me into this angry flood, Though I am mad, I will not bite him: call. Hot questrists after him, met him at gate; Eternal numbers to outlive long date. DCCCLVII - "RESTFORGOTFORW" Ready to catch each other by the throat, Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Sing, siren, for thyself and I will dote: This love feel I, that feel no love in this. For me, the ransom of my bold attempt O, had they in that darksome prison died! Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt Giving my verdict on the white rose side. Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, The king's late scruple, by the main assent Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest? Of that great shadow I did represent; Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain. DCCCLVIII - "HICHHETOILDTHE" His naked armour of still-slaughter'd lust, I do embrace your offer; and dispose Commanded always by the greater gust; Here feelingly she weeps Troy's painted woes: Here on my knee I beg mortality, Expecting in return twenty for one? That rage in savage sensuality. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone! It shall be so: I'll send her to my house, Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king, Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring, He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. DCCCLIX - "NHAPPYITHATLOV" Never so little show of love to her, He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, As notes whose faculties inclusive were Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: Particularities and petty sounds You that will follow me to this attempt, If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. And take you by the hand; but then you'll think-- The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl, Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink! Or is your gold and silver ewes and rams? Verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs? DCCCLX - "EANDAMBELOVEDW" Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we, Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee; As hating thee, are rising up in arms: May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath. By what you see them act. Is there not charms Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace, Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke; What three things does drink especially provoke? DCCCLXI - "HEREIMAYNOTREM" Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Entreat her not the worse in that I pray If she sustain him and his hundred knights, Mount them, and make incision in their hides, And dying eyes gleam'd forth their ashy lights, Your provost knows the place where he abides Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents To twinkle in their spheres till they return. Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. Except it be to pray against thy foes. Most just and heavy causes make oppose. DCCCLXII - "OVENORBEREMOVE" One that rejoices in the common wreck, Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? Each in his office ready at thy beck. No, gentle madam; I unworthy am O, God defend my soul from such deep sin! Religious in mine error, I adore But most it is presumption in us when Each changing place with that which goes before, Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. DCCCLXIII - "DLORDOFMYLOVET" Did ever love so dearly: let her live Look after him and cannot do him good, Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: O night, which ever art when day is not! For I have given here my soul's consent My nephew's trespass may be well forgot; You see how simple and how fond I am. Let me entreat, for I command no more, O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. DCCCLXIV - "OWHOMINVASSALA" Only for praise: and praise we may afford Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault, Had not you come upon your cue, my lord O, let me see thee walk. Thou dost not halt. My mother told me just how he would woo, I saw't this morning: confident I am Now, afore God--God forbid I say true!-- Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits So, come death! Two o'clock is your hour? As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will. Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! DCCCLXV - "GETHYMERITHATH" Give me a note: your ladyship can set. Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Thou set'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; His insolence draws folly from my lips; Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, My part is youth, and beats these from the stage: Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms, That place them on the truth of girls and boys. Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms, Airy succeeders of intestate joys, That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. DCCCLXVI - "MYDUTYSTRONGLY" My discontented troops, and lay for hearts. You never spoke what did become you less Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. That presses them and learns them first to bear, You're overthrown, you're undone for ever! So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. Try many, all good, serve truly, never Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? O spite! too old to be engaged to young. No, sir; God forbid; but asham'd to kiss. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. DCCCLXVII - "KNITTOTHEEISEN" Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves, No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, I will advise you where to plant yourselves; To free us from his father's wrathful curse, Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire Of her confine. You should be rul'd, and led Take leave of thy old master and inquire Here one man's hand lean'd on another's head, Except some petty towns of no import: Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, I have been begging sixteen years in court, Sir, give him head; I know he'll prove a jade. Else would he never so demean himself. Never lacks power to dismiss itself. DCCCLXVIII - "DTHISWRITTENEM" Denied me to come in) return, and force To me she's married, not unto my clothes. He rush'd into my house and took perforce Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths Shalt carry from me to the empress' sons When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! If this but answer to my just belief, This, in the name of God, I promise here: That may to thee do ease, and, race to me, Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Most abject in regard and dear in use! DCCCLXIX - "BASSAGETOWITNE" By custom and the ordinance of times As now they are, and making practised smiles, Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes, Say to her, we have measured many miles Affliction till it do cry out itself Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Engaging and redeeming of himself There is no composition in these news O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves, I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To the succeeding royalty he leaves Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. DCCCLXX - "SSDUTYNOTTOSHO" Shall seize one half his goods; the other half Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt Did gage them both in an unjust behalf, Under pretence to see the queen his aunt-- Therefore it behoves men to be wary. You use in abject and in slavish parts, No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts; That you are well acquainted with yourself, That I should snarl and bite and play the dog. Of female favour, and bestows himself Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive and cog, Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! DCCCLXXI - "WMYWITDUTYSOGR" Wrapp'd and confounded in a thousand fears, My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear; Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes drop tears: With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere I prithee go and get me some repast; To bear the tidings of calamity. Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast: Us friends; I will pursue the amity. To foster it, nor ever to preserve. You of my household, leave this peevish broil Shall better speak of you than you deserve. Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil Good argument, I hope, we will not fly-- Richard, enough; I will be king, or die. DCCCLXXII - "EATWHICHWITSOP" Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard And dare upon the warrant of my note The duke was dumb and could not speak a word. Who in despite of view is pleased to dote; How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Cherish rebellion and are rebels all. How fares my brother? why is he so sad? With some more ducats, and be with you straight. I pledge your Grace; and if you knew what pains Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Pence apiece of Yead Miller, by these gloves. DCCCLXXIII - "OORASMINEMAYMA" Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find Of seeming sorrow--it is sure your own. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. And you, Achilles, let these threats alone, Should so profane the word, that taught me craft Madam, have comfort: all of us have cause In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! And both return back to their chairs again: Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. Myself your loyal servant, or endure And bid thy ceremony give thee cure! DCCCLXXIV - "KESEEMBAREINWA" Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair, Ere once she can discharge one word of woe: Saucy and overbold? How did you dare Early and late, debating to and fro Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark Be happy that my arms are out of use: And when the fit was on him, I did mark Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. I did obey, and sent my peasant home Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: And suck'd the honey which thy chaste bee kept. DCCCLXXV - "NTINGWORDSTOSH" Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot, Thus to retort your manifest appeal, I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot, Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Wagg'd up and down, and from his lips did fly O, let me suffer, being at your beck, Rides on the posting winds and doth belie Deceived in thy integrity, deceived So will I turn her virtue into pitch, The fairest queen that ever king received. Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich She is beholding to thee, gentle youth. Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth. DCCCLXXVI - "OWITBUTTHATIHO" O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, When our most learned doctors leave us and I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. The leaders, having charge from you to stand, But it reserv'd some quantity of choice Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, The hollow passage of my poison'd voice, To visit other places; and come down Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords! To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal; I see these witches are afraid of swords. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth. DCCCLXXVII - "PESOMEGOODCONC" Please ye we may contrive this afternoon, Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Say that before Ascension-day at noon Offer pure incense to so pure a shrine: Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, Give the dozen white luces in their coat. Or at the least this refuge let me find; Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Doth want example: who hath read or heard Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young, O my good lord, the world is but a word: Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. DCCCLXXVIII - "EITOFTHINEINTH" England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not, The frame and huge foundation of the earth On 't, Jove; a foul fault! When gods have hot Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: To lay on me a cruelty, by taking How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. I am supposed dead: the army breaking, No; let him die, in that he is a fox, Else with the like I had requited him. It were a better death than die with mocks, Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. That unassailable holds on his rank, How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! DCCCLXXIX - "YSOULSTHOUGHTA" You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, Upon his visage, and that all the walls Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. Still did I tell him it was vile and bad. The anger of the king nor guilty of, Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake! he is mad. Of what is to continue: never mind Uproar the universal peace, confound Go muster men; but, hear you, leave behind He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Taking the measure of an unmade grave. A martial man to be soft fancy's slave! DCCCLXXX - "LLNAKEDWILLBES" Lo, what befell! He threw his eye aside, Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse, Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, And they have served me to effectless use: Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. Envenom him with words, or get thee gone Doth teach that ease and that repose to say Without annoying me: and there were drawn I am undone: there is no living, none, Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so; Loath to depose the child, Your brother's son; But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! DCCCLXXXI - "TOWITTILLWHATS" That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems. One vice, but of a minute old, for one With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, If you think fit, or that it may be done, The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept: Therefore no more of it: hear other things. It is religion that doth make vows kept; Lest he that is the supreme King of kings Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march, A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell Then prithee get thee gone. If for my sake Save thieves, and cares, and troubled minds, that wake. DCCCLXXXII - "OEVERSTARTHATG" Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; Employ'd you where high profits might come home, Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. Such as the shortness of the time can shape; There is a willow grows aslant a brook, And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool. How I came by the crown, O God, forgive; And were they to be ruled, and not to rule, Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard? DCCCLXXXIII - "UIDESMYMOVINGP" Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Do not you meddle; let me deal in this. Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. March patiently along: let one be sent Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them My mother is assailed in our tent, Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how I will myself into the pulpit first, Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow, Go home with it and please your wife withal; Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. DCCCLXXXIV - "OINTSONMEGRACI" O, call back yesterday, bid time return, I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; That with the very shaking of their chains Stand in the plague of custom, and permit Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives! No grave upon the earth shall clip in it Methinks they should invite them without knives; Expecting in return twenty for one? Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home? Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome. Crave harbourage within your city walls. I did present him with the Paris balls. DCCCLXXXV - "OUSLYWITHFAIRA" O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Since that my case is past the help of law. Look on her, mark her well; be but about Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth What rubbish and what offal, when it serves In argument of praise, or to the worth Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear: And therefore frolic; we will hence forthwith In murders and in outrage, boldly here; Reproach is stamp'd in Collatinus' face, And so once more return and tell his grace. DCCCLXXXVI - "SPECTANDPUTSAP" So offers he to give what she did crave; Presents that I intend to send them both: Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt. And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt; Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.' Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, So may a thousand actions, once afoot. And I unjustly too, must grant it you Please you, deliberate a day or two. DCCCLXXXVII - "PARELONMYTATTE" Prefix'd by Angelo: see this be done, And apprehend thee for a felon here. Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees O, none of both but are of high desert: Next to thyself and my young rover, he's My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone; And more such days as these to us befall! That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things End in a word: such is the breath of kings. DCCCLXXXVIII - "RDLOVINGTOSHOW" Repent but you that you shall lose your friend, Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. Look into these affairs see this main end, Of nature and of nations speak aloud Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight I cannot tell; I make it breed as fast: Now stole upon the time the dead of night, Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: To the dead bodies of my queen and son: Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? She is a woman, therefore may be won; Had twenty years been made. This is a stem O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, Will quote my loathsome trespass in my looks. DCCCLXXXIX - "MEWORTHYOFTHYS" Most true it is that I have look'd on truth Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, The Destinies will curse thee for this stroke; Hark! you are call'd: some say the Genius so You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke; O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar! From the first corse till he that died to-day, To show how quaint an orator you are: He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost: Still live they and for ever may they last! DCCCXC - "WEETRESPECTTHE" What tributaries follow him to Rome, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Employ'd you where high profits might come home, This is a slave, whose easy-borrowed pride Rely upon it till my tale be heard, Eating the air and promise of supply, Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! I Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife: These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe Thou art too noble to conserve a life He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. Else would I very shortly see thee there. DCCCXCI - "NMAYIDARETOBOA" Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind; My unprovided body, lanch'd mine arm; And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind: You know an enemy intends you harm; If it be that, or any that was hers, Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns-- As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, O, deeper sin than bottomless conceit But bring they what they will and what they can, On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. DCCCXCII - "STHOWIDOLOVETH" Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste, Thou their fair life, and they thy fouler grave: Have of their puissance made a little taste. Of his own body he was ill, and gave Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat, Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: Of both your armies; whose equality Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold! DCCCXCIII - "EETILLTHENNOTS" Even like a man new haled from the rack, Each changing place with that which goes before, The cloudy messenger turns me his back, I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more. Lest he that is the supreme King of kings Love me or love me not, I like the cap; That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, How we may steal from hence, and for the gap Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth Then turn your forces from this paltry siege Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege. DCCCXCIV - "HOWMYHEADWHERE" His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms, When we were happy we had other names. My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Your worth is very dear in my regard. Here are the heads of thy two noble sons; Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock; When as I met the boar, that bloody beast, He had of me a chain: at five o'clock Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head: Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? DCCCXCV - "THOUMAYSTPROVE" They can be meek that have no other cause. His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, O, sir, I find her milder than she was; Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, My mother greets me kindly; is she well? An't had been a green hair, I should have laughed Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: Should so profane the word, that taught me craft To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. O spite! too old to be engaged to young. Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. DCCCXCVI - "MEWEARYWITHTOI" My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; Even or odd, of all days in the year, Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife Ely with Richmond troubles me more near And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe: What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. I would the fool were married to her grave! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave. They had such courage and audacity? Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. DCCCXCVII - "LIHASTEMETOMYB" Look, how a bird lies tangled in a net, I will lay odds that, ere this year expire, He's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet. At this encounter do so much admire Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood. Thy foot to England's throne; and therefore mark. Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: Escap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! O, let my sovereign turn away his face Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Your voices: for your voices I have fought; By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought. DCCCXCVIII - "EDTHEDEARREPOS" Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: Drest in a little brief authority, These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe Holds from all soldiers chief majority Either be gone before the watch be set, Descend, and open your uncharged ports: Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. As in these cases, where the aim reports, Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too. Environed with all these hideous fears? Please you, deliberate a day or two. One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest. Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best. DCCCXCIX - "EFORLIMBSWITHT" Endue you with the people's voice: remains Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats? Only my blood speaks to you in my veins; Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense If on my credit you dare build so far Men must learn now with pity to dispense; Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. With the rude multitude till I return. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak The greatness he has got. I hourly learn Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. CM - "RAVELTIREDBUTT" Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. And we will fear no poison, which attends Visit the speechless sick and still converse Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, Return'd my letter back. Then all alone Either thou art most ignorant by age, Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage: Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, To tell them all with one poor tired tongue. The liker you; few taller are so young. CMI - "HENBEGINSAJOUR" He'll tell me all his purpose: sure, he'll come. Each present lord began to promise aid, Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you, I rather of his absence make this use: No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; Since you are strangers and come here by chance, Answer I must and shall do with my life. Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France; O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Unclasp'd my practise, quit his fortunes here, Reputation. Come, shall we to this gear? CMII - "NEYINMYHEADTOW" Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad Eternal numbers to outlive long date. You have no children, butchers! if you had, I have some marks of yours upon my pate, No, my good lord; I met him back again. Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; You can say none of this: well, grant it then He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word; Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. And when my knightly stomach is sufficed, Devoured by the unexpected flood. Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ: Or lowly factor for another's gain; When think you that the sword goes up again? CMIII - "ORKMYMINDWHENB" O, in this love, you love your child so ill, Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will More than in women commonly is seen, You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha! My manors, rents, revenues I forego; Idly supposed the founder of this law; Nor to her bed no homage do I owe Defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick? Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; Nor no one here; for curses never pass But how long fairly shall her sweet lie last? CMIV - "ODYSWORKSEXPIR" Of this most grievous guilty murder done! Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; Yet not the son; I will not call him son So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, Without thy help by me be borne alone. Of wondrous virtues: sometimes from her eyes Ready to starve and dare not touch his own: Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise Smile with an austere regard of control,-- Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, eXcellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, Painting my age with beauty of thy days. I shall be reconciled to him again. Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. CMV - "EDFORTHENMYTHO" Expecting in return twenty for one? Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: Flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. O, if you raise this house against this house, Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. Thou seem'st not what thou art, a god, a king; Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; My speech and what is done, tell him he has Yet with the fault I thus far can dispense; Tell me how Wales was made so happy as Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! CMVI - "UGHTSFROMFARWH" Unto a view so false will not incline; Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine: To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Sorry I am my noble cousin should For exile hath more terror in his look, Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook: Must be provided for: and you shall put For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Which she hath praised him with above compare Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. CMVII - "EREIABIDEINTEN" Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear, Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. I'll prove it on his body, if he dare, A second night of such sweet shortness which Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, Each Trojan that is master of his heart, If I say sooth, I must report they were Neither of these are so bad as thou art, That this remotion of the Duke and her East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up, Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. CMVIII - "DAZEALOUSPILGR" Died he not in his bed? where should he die? And make me happy in your unity. Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I Embrace we then this opportunity And make a riot on the gentle brow Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,- O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So puts himself unto the shipman's toil, Papers of state he sent me to peruse, If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil, Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse, Good uncle, let this end where it begun; Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. CMIX - "IMAGETOTHEEAND" If ever sat at any good man's feast, Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man As doth a raven on a sick-fall'n beast, Got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than End in one purpose, and be all well borne There lives more life in one of your fair eyes O, this it is that makes your lady mourn! That names me traitor, villain-like he lies. His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,-- Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Excepting one, I would he were the best A largess universal like the sun Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. CMX - "KEEPMYDROOPING" Knocks at my heat and whispers in mine ear Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Even or odd, of all days in the year, Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. More than his singularity, he goes Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Rather than have that savage duke thine heir O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. Proud can I never be of what I hate; I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind God keep your lordship in that gracious mind! CMXI - "EYELIDSOPENWID" England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. You spurn'd me such a day; another time Either for life or death, upon the earth Losing his verdure even in the prime Into the chamber wickedly he stalks, Dumain was at my service, and his sword: Speak softly; yonder, as I think, he walks. Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord, Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain: Either to die the death or to abjure Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again. When I protest true loyalty to her, If he were putting to my house the brand Darraign your battle, for they are at hand. CMXII - "ELOOKINGONDARK" Effect it with some care, that he may prove Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak. O that my prayers could such affection move! On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Know him I shall, I am well sure of it: Is not infected: but if one present Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. God hold it, to your honour's good content! Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, Not like to me, or any of my kin, Did he so often lodge in open field, And proofs as clear as founts in July when Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Keeps good old York there with his men of war? CMXIII - "NESSWHICHTHEBL" Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, Else would he never so demean himself. Sir, give him head; I know he'll prove a jade. So many hours must I sport myself; What maintenance he from his friends receives, He rouseth up himself and makes a pause; In limited professions. Rascal thieves, Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill: True, madam, none at all: what call you this? Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend Lady, will you walk about with your friend? CMXIV - "INDDOSEESAVETH" If it be not, then love doth well denote Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might: Or keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king. Either they must be dieted like mules Egregious murderer, thief, any thing Shall seize one half his goods; the other half Affection's edge in me, were she as rough Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf? Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: They say King John sore sick hath left the field. Henry is youthful and will quickly yield. CMXV - "ATMYSOULSIMAGI" Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, That I was sent for nothing but a rope! More measure of this measure; be not nice. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak. Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground, Stands in attainder of eternal shame: I cannot tell; but this I am assured, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame: And now, to tempt, all liberty procured. Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief, It shall be eased, if France can yield relief. CMXVI - "NARYSIGHTPRESE" No! why? When he that is my husband now A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, You that will be less fearful than discreet, Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears I must unto the road, to disembark Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Puts my apparel and my count'nance on, Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Shall never leak, though it do work as strong Else had she with her father rang'd along. CMXVII - "NTSTHYSHADOWTO" Now forth, lord constable and princes all, That tends to vice in man, but I affirm Summon their general unto the wall. The gilded newt and eyeless venom'd worm, His valour, coin and people, in the wars? You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark. Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars: Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Which thou supposest I have done to thee. That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas, O monstrous! what reproachful words are these? CMXVIII - "MYSIGHTLESSVIE" Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract; Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve Since he's so great can make his will his act, If with a lady of so high resolve Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. To wring the widow from her custom'd right, Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both, Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death. Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Extremity still urgeth such extremes. CMXIX - "WWHICHLIKEAJEW" Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk What I should do again for such a sake. Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work? In my oration, how the people take Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Has done no more than other knights have done; Lead to the Sagittary the raised search; Is my name Talbot? and am I your son? Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends, Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. And we will fear no poison, which attends Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel. CMXX - "ELHUNGINGHASTL" Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Let two more summers wither in their pride, Her aid she promised and assured success: Using those thoughts which should indeed have died No face is fair that is not full so black. Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears. I could prevent this storm and shun thy wrack! No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, Get the learned writer to set down our Hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from And bid her steal into the pleached bower, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come This part of his conjoins with my disease Let's step into the shadow of these trees. CMXXI - "YNIGHTMAKESBLA" Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave, If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert; Go, base intruder! overweening slave! Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, More than, I fear, you are provided for. And let thy misty vapours march so thick, Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well. Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. And make my image but an alehouse sign. CMXXII - "CKNIGHTBEAUTEO" Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights: Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights, If you'll confess he brought home noble prize-- Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! His going I could frame to serve my turn, These that I bring unto their latest home, But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn, Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. CMXXIII - "USANDHEROLDFAC" Until her husband and my lord's return: Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine; Do appear, to make the world twice rich. Live, Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Only, good master, while we do admire Live here in heaven and may look on her; Doth too too oft betake him to retire, Find no determination: then you were And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? CMXXIV - "ENEWLOTHUSBYDA" Every man shift for all the rest, and Not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed? Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists He dies to me again when talk'd of: sure, Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, Shall seize one half his goods; the other half But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain, Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, Deliver them, and your appeal to us And bring me their opinions of success. CMXXV - "YMYLIMBSBYNIGH" Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth; Makes vow before his uncle never more You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth. Let those whom Nature hath not made for store, I could have well diverted her intents, My health and happy being at your court. Big discontent so breaking their contents. Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report By his blunt bearing he will keep his word, You were advis'd his flesh was capable Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, Is not your father grown incapable Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: Here was a royal fellowship of death! CMXXVI - "TMYMINDFORTHEE" To melt the city leads upon your pates, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, Myself hath often over-heard them say, It would be much vexation to your age. No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek, O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk. Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Have by the very cunning of the scene Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, Envy the great nor do the low despise. CMXXVII - "ANDFORMYSELFNO" As dear be to thee as thy father was. Not worth the time of day. It pierced me through; Depose him in the justice of his cause. Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too; Or to the place of diff'rence call the swords Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: You shall not choose but drink before you go; Some high, some low, the painter was so nice; Except it be to pray against thy foes. Like to the earth swallow her own increase. For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. CMXXVIII - "QUIETFINDHOWCA" Quit all offences with as clear excuse Upon the brook that brawls along this wood! I rather of his absence make this use: Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, For your good host. Pray that the right may thrive. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. No longer yours than you yourself here live: Deny thy father and refuse thy name; He did solicit you in free contempt Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Comes from my love. But I do see you're moved: And like a mountain, not to be removed. CMXXIX - "NITHENRETURNIN" Nay, but make haste; the better foot before. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw. Thou sayest true, i' faith, so they must; for your He is not with himself; let us withdraw. Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, That him and his they in his palace burn; Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Ready to go, but never to return. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Implored your highness' pardon and set forth No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. CMXXX - "HAPPYPLIGHTTHA" He has no children. All my pretty ones? Ay, and it makes men hate one another. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons, Presence must be the whip of the other. You live in this, and dwell in lover's eyes. Proud of employment, willingly I go. Like a fine bragging youth, and tell quaint lies, In thee't had been good service. Thou must know, Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains He and his lady both are at the lodge Their warlike fraughtage: now on Dardan plains To the young man send humble treaties, dodge Had I but served my God with half the zeal And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! CMXXXI - "TAMDEBARRDTHEB" Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk, And threw the sops all in the sexton's face, My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk, Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place! Ere such another Julius. Britain is But to my mind, though I am native here And the nobility of Rome are his: Reputation. Come, shall we to this gear? Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Do rush upon us as their hungry prey. This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day. Else would I very shortly see thee there. But I will have them, if I once know where. CMXXXII - "ENEFITOFRESTWH" Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs. Excels whatever yet you look'd upon For in my gallery thy picture hangs: I gave bold way to my authority Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly Oh, he is young and his minority For at Saint Mary's chapel presently Reply not in how many fathoms deep Expect him here: when he shall come and find So I were out of prison and kept sheep, That was not forced; that never was inclined With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead Here is a silly stately style indeed! CMXXXIII - "ENDAYSOPPRESSI" Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Nor ever had one penny bribe from France. Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come. And, for an onset, Titus, to advance You said the enemy would not come down, Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch! Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welsh, Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou wilt; Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth, England shall double gild his treble guilt; Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. In this the madman justly chargeth them. CMXXXIV - "ONISNOTEASEDBY" Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: It is not so with Him that all things knows Seditious to his grace and to the state. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, Therefore it behoves men to be wary. Exposing what is mortal and unsure And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Do with your injuries as seems you best, But did you not request to have it cut? You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what. CMXXXV - "NIGHTBUTDAYBYN" No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, Go on before; I shall inquire you forth: Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught, Themselves all men of hair, they call themselves Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost Upon the like devotion as yourselves, Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, Descended of so many royal kings. And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed; You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! Bear with me cousin, for I was amazed Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. CMXXXVI - "IGHTANDNIGHTBY" I'll hunt with him; and let them be received, God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says, Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived: Tell me how Wales was made so happy as And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed; Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read I prithee, do not strive against my vows: Good madam, what's the matter with my lord? Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows. Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, loved and adored! But she is arm'd for him and keeps her guard Your worth is very dear in my regard. CMXXXVII - "DAYOPPRESSDAND" Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And that be heir to his unhappiness! Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth; Of all say'd yet, I wish thee happiness! Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys, Regard me as I do not flatter, and Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse. She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse. And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Dim register and notary of shame! CMXXXVIII - "EACHTHOUGHENEM" Endue you with the people's voice: remains And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns: He solemnly had sworn, that what he spoke Than doth become a man. I will remain How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth! Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain Under the lordly monarch of the north, Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut, England, impatient of your just demands, Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what. Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. CMXXXIX - "IESTOEITHERSRE" I grieve to hear what torments you endured, Exampled by the first pace that is sick She's such a one, that, were I well assured That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. Oh, he is young and his minority Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; I gave bold way to my authority To meet displeasure farther from the doors, How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive, Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Else had she with her father rang'd along. CMXL - "IGNDOINCONSENT" In argument and proof of which contract, Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? O god of love! I know he doth deserve I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; No doubt they rose up early to observe Create her child of spleen, that it may live Of the death-practis'd Duke, For him 'tis well No, sir; God forbid; but asham'd to kiss. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell: Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn To twinkle in their spheres till they return. CMXLI - "SHAKEHANDSTOTO" So full of artless jealousy is guilt How angerly I taught my brow to frown, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down! Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Have placed me in this sty, where, since I came, Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. Now she adds honours to his hateful name; Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile, To greet a man not worth her pains, much less Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. CMXLII - "RTUREMETHEONEB" Reward to him that brings the traitor in? The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first: Upon this promise did he raise his chin, Return and tell him so: we know the worst. Extorted treasure in the womb of earth My Lord of York will still be cross in talk: England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, His company must do his minions grace, Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,-- No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff. Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. CMXLIII - "YTOILTHEOTHERT" You came not of one mother then, it seems. Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone, O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! This blended knight, half Trojan and half Greek. Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. He lives that loves thee better than he could. Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us That makes me reasonless to reason thus? CMXLIV - "OCOMPLAINHOWFA" O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son, Create her child of spleen, that it may live Officers, what offence have these men done? My faith and this the princess I did give: Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse, And reason flies the object of all harm: Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Nay, but make haste; the better foot before. He had the wit which I can well observe Or let me die, to look on death no more! Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve For I will make him tell the tale anew, Above the moon: we must be burnt for you. CMXLV - "RITOILSTILLFAR" Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. To link my dear friend to a common stale. Only compound me with forgotten dust; In at his window; set this up with wax Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax. To keep her constancy in plight and youth, In quantity equals not one of yours: Lady, give me your hand, and, as we walk, Long since thy husband served me in my wars, For now I stand as one upon a rock And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. CMXLVI - "THEROFFFROMTHE" Than the constraint of hospitable zeal He is your brother, lords, sensibly fed Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Receive the blood: and when that they are dead, Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, For I will throw my glove to Death himself, For I can here disarm thee with this stick For loving where you do: but if yourself, Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Opinion, that did help me to the crown, My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down, He never can meet more mischance than come Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? CMXLVII - "EITELLTHEDAYTO" Each in his office ready at thy beck. I am afraid to think what I have done; This done, he took the bride about the neck, Expecting in return twenty for one? Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught, Loseth his pride and never waxeth strong. That the poor soldier that so richly fought, How long shall I be patient? ah, how long Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack And he my husband best of all affects. Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! CMXLVIII - "PLEASETHEMTHOU" Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak, Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did. Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet To bring him here alone; although perhaps Had witchcraft in't. He grew unto his seat, Either of king or council, when you went More bright in zeal than the devotion which The Romans plausibly did give consent He is gone happy, and has left me rich: Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows Upon whose faith and honour I repose. CMXLIX - "ARTBRIGHTANDDO" A sister driven into desp'rate terms, Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. But be it as it may: I here entail Rely upon it till my tale be heard, In russet yeas and honest kersey noes: Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose, They clip us drunkards and with swinish phrase Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it! Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. CML - "STHIMGRACEWHEN" She may, I think, bestow't on any man. To put good meat into an unclean dish. He was as calm as virtue--he began I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of Am I a queen in title and in style, Caesar and Antony have ever won Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. We are to reap the harvest of his son. Harp not on that string, madam; that is past. Edward and Clarence. O, what cause have I, Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. CMLI - "CLOUDSDOBLOTTH" Corrupting in its own fertility. Leaving the fight in height, flies after her: Out of my lean and low ability Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold. Sheathed unaware the tusk in his soft groin. Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: O, two such silver currents, when they join, Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised: O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar! Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised! The honourable board of council out, His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. CMLII - "EHEAVENSOFLATT" Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: He is but one: you and my brother search End in a word: such is the breath of kings. And am not I a prelate of the church? Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Except it be to pray against thy foes. No! why? When he that is my husband now So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, O sacred receptacle of my joys, From London by the king was I press'd forth; Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise; And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx? CMLIII - "ERITHESWARTCOM" Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Rising and cawing at the gun's report, I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, Takes on the point of honour to support How like the prodigal doth she return, Either of king or council, when you went Since frost itself as actively doth burn, Will be some danger; which for to prevent, And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. That, though the truth of it stands off as gross Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. CMLIV - "PLEXIONDNIGHTW" Perchance you think too much of so much pains? Lest it should ravel and be good to none, Endue you with the people's voice: remains eXpecting in return twenty for one? I never heard a passion so confused, O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Nothing more dear to me. You are abused Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives? I pray, awake, sir. If you love the maid, Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. He would not stay at your petitions: made The other lords, like lions wanting food, Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. CMLV - "HENSPARKLINGST" Had all your quarters been as safely kept Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; No, when my father York and Edward wept, Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar Poor and content is rich and rich enough, Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad? Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, Knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had Let me have open means to come to them, I jest to Oberon and make him smile No, gentle madam; I unworthy am Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: Shall never leak, though it do work as strong That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! CMLVI - "ARSTWIRENOTTHO" Are idly bent on him that enters next, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; So much against the mettle of your sex, This prince in justice seizeth but his own. Would suffer him to spend his youth at home, In my good brother's fault: I know not why Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Either to get the town again or die: No bargains break that are not this day made: Of what conditions we shall stand upon? Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade. To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; He ten times pines that pines beholding food; O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! CMLVII - "UGILDSTTHEEVEN" Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave, Good madam, if by me you'll be advised, I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave: Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised: Darest with thy frozen admonition So will I turn her virtue into pitch, Truly to speak, and with no addition, The use of your own virtues, for the which Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Even for this let us divided live, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Every man shift for all the rest, and No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand. CMLVIII - "BUTDAYDOTHDAIL" Be it thy course to busy giddy minds Under love's heavy burden do I sink. To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, Did not attend him as we rode? I think And, knowing whom it was their hap to save, Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice: Despite of death that lives upon my grave, O, good my lord, tax not so bad a voice The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck; He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck, And when my face is fair, you shall perceive I will perform it to enfranchise you. Live cleanly as a nobleman should do. CMLIX - "YDRAWMYSORROWS" You stand upon the ravage and behold Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep, Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. You that will follow me to this attempt, Strengthen'd with what apology you think O wretched state! O bosom black as death! Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. On me, my bargains and my well-won thrift, Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not? So great a day as this is cheaply bought. CMLX - "LONGERANDNIGHT" Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold, Of either's colour was the other queen, Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, Gifts of rich value. Yet I have not seen Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? And by me, had not our hap been bad. No, sir; God forbid; but asham'd to kiss. Doth too too oft betake him to retire, No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. I will lay odds that, ere this year expire, Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, To be mine own attorney in this case. CMLXI - "DOTHNIGHTLYMAK" Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns To any tongue, speak it of what it will. He's walking in the garden--thus; and spurns Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus? How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves, My ring away. This course I fittest choose; Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee, King, father, royal Dane. O, answer me? CMLXII - "EGRIEFSSTRENGT" Either of king or council, when you went Gave me my being and my father first, Repair'd with double riches of content. Is Clarence dead? the order was reversed. Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: For many years thought dead, are now revived, So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night, She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived. To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, No, madam, no; I may not leave it so: God keep you from them, and from such false friends! Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. CMLXIII - "HSEEMSTRONGERW" He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep Shall touch the people--which time shall not want, Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Each cheek a river running from a fount Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs Since why to love I can allege no cause. The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, Go with the princes, or stay here with us? Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Who, if it wink, shall thereon fall and die. CMLXIV - "HENINDISGRACEW" He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge Except it be to pray against thy foes. Nature in you stands on the very verge It shall become thee well to act my woes; Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, I must have patience to endure the load: Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; Ready to catch each other by the throat, And got a calf in that same noble feat Cause the musicians play me that sad note Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? CMLXV - "ITHFORTUNEANDM" In sooth, I would you were a little sick, Than when these fellows ran about the streets, He hath a garden circummured with brick, Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats? O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, Remember me at court; where I was taught These are their tutors. Bid them use them well. Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk; Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, Never durst poet touch a pen to write Dispersed those vapours that offended us; My liege! my lord! but now a king, now thus. CMLXVI - "ENSEYESIALLALO" Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Neglected my sworn duty in that case. Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! Eternal numbers to outlive long date. She clepes him king of graves and grave for kings, I like you, lads; about your business straight; And treasure of my loins; then if I would Let's have your company, or, if you please, Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should; And made me almost yield upon my knees. Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill; O, know he is the bridle of your will. CMLXVII - "NEBEWEEPMYOUTC" Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; But what o' that? Go, you that banish'd him; Exampled by the first pace that is sick With hearts create of duty and of zeal. Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips! Me and my service, ever whilst I live, You give away this hand, and that is mine; Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; Unto a view so false will not incline; Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox? CMLXVIII - "ASTSTATEANDTRO" As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, She touch'd no unknown baits, nor fear'd no hooks; Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. See if thou canst outface me with thy looks: Than a wild dedication of yourselves And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves Each hath his place and function to attend: Against the panting sides of his poor jade Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives? Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; Razing the characters of your renown, O me, my heart, my rising heart! But down! CMLXIX - "UBLEDEAFHEAVEN" Upon the instant that she was accused, But cannot make my heart consent to take Let them not cease, but with a din confused Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make Dissolves to water and doth lose his form. Except a sword or sceptre balance it: And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform From earth's dark womb some gentle gust doth get, He dies to me again when talk'd of: sure, Eater of youth, false slave to false delight, And bid thy ceremony give thee cure! Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Nay, let it rest where it began at first. CMLXX - "WITHMYBOOTLESS" Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests If she unmask her beauty to the moon. The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: He was but as the cuckoo is in June, More upon humour than advised respect. You are the king King Edward hath deposed; Base men, that use them to so base effect! Of things to come at large. It is supposed Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: That may repeat and history his los Levied an army, weening to redeem Excited me to treason: their dear loss, Seducing so my friends; and, to this end, Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend. CMLXXI - "CRIESANDLOOKUP" Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect As little is the wisdom, where the flight Nor construe any further my neglect, Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Left and abandoned of his velvet friends: Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well! O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing Pluck'd in the bud, and vaded in the spring! CMLXXII - "ONMYSELFANDCUR" O Fate! take not away thy heavy hand. Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land; Yes, I do know him well, and common speech So like you, 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords, Environed with all these hideous fears? Let them want nothing that my house affords. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw No, truly; it is more than manners will: Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? CMLXXIII - "SEMYFATEWISHIN" Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens? Except a sword or sceptre balance it: My purse, my person, my extremest means, You know I am a woman, lacking wit Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? And have no more of life than may suffice That for thyself: I will not so presume Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Sayest thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones If he be old enough, what needs your grace Never came poison from so sweet a place. CMLXXIV - "GMELIKETOONEMO" Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share: Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young! Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, I cry thee mercy then, for I had thought Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, O, that your young nobility could judge O monstrous beast, how like a swine he lies! Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise, My love with words and errors still she feeds; O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! CMLXXV - "RERICHINHOPEFE" Religious in mine error, I adore Expire before the flowers in their caps, Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Into the staggers and the careless lapse Cannot a plain man live and think no harm, Hop forty paces through the public street; I pray you, will you take him by the arm? No word like 'pardon' for kings' mouths so meet. How tame, when men and women are alone, O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, Plead on her part some cause to you unknown: Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. For shame, you generals! what do you mean? Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. CMLXXVI - "ATUREDLIKEHIML" All preparation for a bloody siege They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke, Unless for that he comes to be your liege, Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: Envy your great deservings and good name, Divides more wider than the sky and earth, Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, Indeed the top of admiration! worth Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought How well my comfort is revived by this! If you keep covenant. Had I not brought Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. CMLXXVII - "IKEHIMWITHFRIE" Is all the counsel that we two have shared, Know, gentle wench, it small avails my mood: Esteem him as a lamb, being compared Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, We may effect this business yet ere day. I think his understanding is bereft. The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade Has deserved prison, then abound in tears For here he doth demand to have repaid Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, I thank thee, good Tubal: good news, good news! Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. CMLXXVIII - "NDSPOSSESSDDES" No more than from my soul I mourn for yours. Disasters in the sun; and the moist star So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, Purpose return. Why hast thou gone so far, O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks. England, impatient of your just demands, So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. Sweat in this business and maintain this war? Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well, Do not draw back your hand; I'll take no more; Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night. CMLXXIX - "IRINGTHISMANSA" I know I am too mean to be your queen, Remains in danger of her former tooth. I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth; Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: That he should be my fool and I his fate. How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep, It pleas'd the King his master very late Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. And that you not delay the present, but, No, gentle madam; I unworthy am Since night you loved me; yet since night you left And useth it to patronage his theft. CMLXXX - "RTANDTHATMANSS" Rely upon it till my tale be heard, The repetition cannot make it less; A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack The noisome weeds, which without profit suck He might return to vasty Tartar back, And with a sudden reinforcement struck The sun will set before I shall discharge Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks And, ere I part with thee, confer at large Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep? So dear I loved the man, that I must weep. CMLXXXI - "COPEWITHWHATIM" Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. Or overthrow incurable ensues. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell? Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. In no less working than are swords and bows To nature none more bound; his training such, Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows. With honour of his birthright to the crown. Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. To bear the matter thus; mere weakness. If In his descent than shall my prompted sword Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. CMLXXXII - "OSTENJOYCONTEN" Off with that bauble, throw it underfoot. Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. The cedar stoops not to the base shrub's foot, Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there! One poor retiring minute in an age Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Neglect him not; make use now, and provide That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Nor to his service no such joy on earth. CMLXXXIII - "TEDLEASTYETINT" To do your pleasure and continue friends. Either to get the town again or die: Do, chapels had been churches and poor men's Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Ere such another Julius. Britain is Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf! Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you: To business with the King, more than the scope If it appear not plain and prove untrue, Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are: That two such noble peers as ye should jar! CMLXXXIV - "HESETHOUGHTSMY" How with mine honour may I give him that Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Some, that are mad if they behold a cat; Edward the Third, he bids you then resign This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled His eye begets occasion for his wit; O child! O child! my soul, and not my child! Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, Good time of day unto my gracious lord! Have banged the youth into dumbness. This was The purest treasure mortal times afford She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme. CMLXXXV - "SELFALMOSTDESP" Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends: Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, And call him noble that was now your hate, Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill; Mangles true judgment and bereaves the state O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute: To bring him here alone; although perhaps Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit? Expire before the flowers in their caps, Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase indeed! Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? CMLXXXVI - "ISINGHAPLYITHI" I'll claim that promise at your grace's hands. Score hogsheads. I have sounded the very I shall obey you in all fair commands. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: Please it your honour knock but at the gate, Labouring men; and therefore should we be You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark. I'll have no husband, if you be not he; The night to the owl and morn to the lark He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute I do arrest you, sir: you hear the suit. CMLXXXVII - "NKONTHEEANDTHE" Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs: King John, this is the very sum of all; O that there were some virtue in my tears, No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; That she might think me some untutor'd youth, He was a gentleman on whom I built Even so void is your false heart of truth. England shall double gild his treble guilt; And yet methinks I do not like this tune. No, not my body nor my husband's bed: Dial is now upon the prick of noon. The one will live, the other being dead: He is at hand; and Pindarus is come Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? CMLXXXVIII - "NMYSTATELIKETO" Not letting it decline on the declined, My lord, in the base court he doth attend You not your child well loving, yet I find Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, It is not for your health thus to commit Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die! Except a sword or sceptre balance it: The violence of either thee becomes, O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes! CMLXXXIX - "THELARKATBREAK" That they have caught the king: and who knows yet Here am I left to underprop his land, Else one self mate and mate could not beget Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand: And bid thy ceremony give thee cure! Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure And in this brainish apprehension kills That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought As with your shadow I with these did play: Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. CMXC - "OFDAYARISINGFR" O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, For but a month ago I went from hence, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat And, like a hungry lion, did commence You that be noble; help him, young and old! Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, Some sudden mischief may arise of it; It reaches far, and where 'twill not extend, Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. Go not away. What have you there, my friend? For never anything can be amiss, Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? CMXCI - "OMSULLENEARTHS" O, full of careful business are his looks! Must be provided for: and you shall put She touch'd no unknown baits, nor fear'd no hooks; Upon this overweening traitor's foot, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. Like little body with a mighty heart, Endure the winter's cold as well as he: Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Exist, and be a member of his love As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death. Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of That scald'st with safety. By his gates of breath His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief She is not for your turn, the more my grief. CMXCII - "INGSHYMNSATHEA" It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, Now, for not looking on a woman's face, Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which Shall more attend upon the coming space, He was my master; and I wore my life Yes, something you can deny for your own My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife. No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan, See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. To crouch in litter of your stable planks, How shall I know if I do choose the right? Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. And with his knee the door he opens wide. CMXCIII - "VENSGATEFORTHY" Visit the speechless sick and still converse Either to die the death or to abjure No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse. Say that I did all this for love of her. Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck And he may well in fretting spend his gall, The noisome weeds, which without profit suck Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, For here I read for certain that my ships O, we have made a vow to study, lords, Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips Than misery itself would give; rewards He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue. CMXCIV - "SWEETLOVEREMEM" Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage; Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, Either thou art most ignorant by age, Except it be to pray against thy foes. The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, La main? elle est appelee de hand. Of her or you, having proceeded but Virtue he had, deserving to command: Endure the winter's cold as well as he: Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; Ensuing dangers; as by proof, we see My mercy dried their water-flowing tears; Either to die the death or to abjure My part thereof that I have done to her. CMXCV - "BERDSUCHWEALTH" Being the time the potion's force should cease. Either of king or council, when you went Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent; See you the fornicatress be removed: Under her other was the tender boy, Comes from my love. But I do see you're moved: His father's acts commenced in burning Troy! Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Each changing place with that which goes before, And often at his very loose decides Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more; The Destinies will curse thee for this stroke; Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. CMXCVI - "BRINGSTHATTHEN" Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away. I'll nothing do on charge: to her own worth Now present here together: that's to say, Go fetch them hither to us presently. So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, And on that day at noon whereon he says There was a pretty redness in his lip, Tell me how Wales was made so happy as Her father hath commanded her to slip Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. CMXCVII - "ISCORNTOCHANGE" I should report that which I say I saw, Shall be extinct with age and endless night; Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, No malice, sir; no more than well becomes That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes! Could all but answer for that peevish brat? Her father hath commanded her to slip A villain kills my father; and for that, Now am I like that proud insulting ship Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Eternal numbers to outlive long date. CMXCVIII - "MYSTATEWITHKIN" Matter against him that for ever mars You may as well forbid the mountain pines Some consequence yet hanging in the stars To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! With purple falchion, painted to the hilt In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! That's to ye sworn to none was ever said; Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms, Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed; In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs. CMXCIX - "GSWHENTOTHESES" Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name That he thereby may give a likely guess On that advantage, bought with such a shame, To be depender on a thing that leans, Hast thou delight to see a wretched man Ere further leisure yield them further means Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. M - "SIONSOFSWEETSI" See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; Is in the very May-morn of his youth, O constancy, be strong upon my side, Now will I charge you in the band of truth, Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute: Order gave each thing view; the office did From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit: Such as the day is when the sun is hid. What Antony shall speak, I will protest Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk. Strange images of death. As thick as hail I think I should have told your grace's tale. MI - "LENTTHOUGHTISU" Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. Not possible; for who shall bear your part That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch: There is an art which in their piedness shares His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Of hard misfortune, carved in it with tears. Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, God will revenge it. But come, let us in, Have we not lost most part of all the towns, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin. If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; Unless thou swear to me my child shall live. MII - "MMONUPREMEMBRA" Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long. Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak. Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come; Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Men at some time are masters of their fates: Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Rather than bloody war shall cut them short, And think it but a minute spent in sport. MIII - "NCEOFTHINGSPAS" No new device to beat this from his brains? Could trammel up the consequence, and catch Endue you with the people's voice: remains Out of his subject; and we here dispatch For me, the ransom of my bold attempt To make more vent for passage of her breath; How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt? I have bewept a worthy husband's death, Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Give the dozen white luces in their coat. Some twine about her thigh to make her stay: Pies; mace; dates?--none, that's out of my note; A mother and a mistress and a friend, Speak for yourselves; my wit is at an end. MIV - "TISIGHTHELACKO" The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert; Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw. If I speak true! if hollowly, invert Grew a companion to the common streets, He was not taken well; he had not dined: The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets He is complete in feature and in mind Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Lesser his person than an ill report; And when the morning sun shall raise his car Choked with ambition of the meaner sort: Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise Out of my sight! thou dost infect my eyes. MV - "FMANYATHINGISO" From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Mocking the air with colours idly spread, And will not you maintain the thing you teach, Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed. You, gracious couple, do: and then I lost-- Acquainted me with interest to this land, To do myself this wrong: till, at the last, Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command, If not, why then, this parting was well made. Now, welcome, Kate: and bear me witness all, Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade I am a subject fit to jest withal, Such a Sebastian was my brother too, O graceless men! they know not what they do. MVI - "UGHTANDWITHOLD" Unless thou swear to me my child shall live. God should be so obdurate as yourselves, How I came by the crown, O God, forgive; Themselves all men of hair, they call themselves And will not palter? and what other oath Nor can imagination form a shape, Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both. Where bloody murder or detested rape I would have been a breakfast to the beast, This is the hand which, with a vow'd contract, His regiment lies half a mile at least Of all my buried ancestors are packed: Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. Distress likes dumps when time is kept with tears. MVII - "WOESNEWWAILMYD" Whose tenors and particular effects Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax. Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again: Excited me to treason: their dear loss, Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields In parcels as I did, would have gone near Led by their master to the flowered fields, Many a dry drop seem'd a weeping tear, Your party in converse, him you would sound, Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? MVIII - "EARTIMESWASTET" Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips That unassailable holds on his rank, I and ten thousand in this luckless realm My love admits no qualifying dross; Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue And with them scourge the bad revolting stars So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. Each in his office ready at thy beck. That men must lay their murders on your neck. MIX - "HENCANIDROWNAN" Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death. Every man shift for all the rest, and Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand And entertain'd me with mine own device; Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; I was not much afeard; for once or twice Douglas is living, and your brother, yet; Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen O ceremony, show me but thy worth! Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth. And, ere I part with thee, confer at large No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. MX - "EYEUNUSEDTOFLO" Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: You should not blemish it, if I stood by: Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Upon the love and truth and vows which I Not to the beast that would usurp their den. Upon whose weeping margent she was set; Shotten herring. There live not three good men Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. The ocean, overpeering of his list, Or on Diana's altar to protest For going on death's net, whom none resist. Like to a mortal butcher bent to kill. O me! come near me now I am much ill. MXI - "WFORPRECIOUSFR" Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe For many lives stand between me and home: Or as tie heresies that men do leave Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again! Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen, Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, Under your good correction, I have seen, So there's my riddle: one that's dead is quick: For quiet days, fair issue and long life, Render me worthy of this noble wife! MXII - "IENDSHIDINDEAT" It will outrun you, father, in the end. Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. Do thou but call my resolution wise, Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; He is as worthy for an empress' love Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof: I say she's dead; I'll swear't. If word nor oath Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both. Envy your great deservings and good name, Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think, Th'art a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. MXIII - "HSDATELESSNIGH" How comes this, Sir John? Fie! What man of good Shall cry for blessings on him: may he live Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, And salt too little which may season give To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes. Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Like a fine bragging youth, and tell quaint lies, Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, Say, didst thou speak with him? know'st thou his mind? Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind. Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. Here must I stay, and here my life must end. MXIV - "TANDWEEPAFRESH" To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, A joyful mother of two goodly sons; Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns-- Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, For he was likely, had he been put on, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Slaver with lips as common as the stairs Her lively colour kill'd with deadly cares. MXV - "LOVESLONGSINCE" Let them set on at once; for I perceive Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell'd hair, Verona, for a while I take my leave, Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord. If they hold when their ladies bid 'em clap. Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword; Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late Eternal numbers to outlive long date. MXVI - "CANCELLDWOEAND" Came short of composition, but in chief A leaner action rend us. What's amiss, Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this: Each in his office ready at thy beck. Lonely, apart. But here it is: prepare Lay sleeping on his back. About his neck Did call my father, was I know not where Wherein my sword had not impressure made O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop Each present lord began to promise aid, And climb the highest promontory top. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: Do summon us to part and bid good night. MXVII - "MOANTHEEXPENSE" My gracious uncle, let me know my fault: O hell! to choose love by another's eyes. And Talbot perisheth by your default. Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. The sacred honour of himself, his queen's, He was a gentleman on whom I built Envied against the people, seeking means England shall double gild his treble guilt; eXcept mine own name: that some whirlwind bear Presenteth them unto the gazing moon Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. MXVIII - "OFMANYAVANISHD" Once did I get him bound and sent him home, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: Makes his approaches to the port of Rome: Ay, when my father was in Rome she did. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an And give you entrance: but without this match, Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: And make him proud to make me proud that jests! Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! I will both hear and grant you your requests. Struck the main-top! O Posthumus! alas, Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out, Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. MXIX - "SIGHTTHENCANIG" Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt If ever he have wife, let her he made Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; Hath drawn him from his own determined aid, Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod, The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, He sits 'mongst men like a descended god: Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, Never so much as in a thought unborn Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see As when the golden sun salutes the morn, Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea Inferring arguments of mighty force. Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. MXX - "RIEVEATGRIEVAN" Return those duties back as are right fit, I swear to do this, though a present death Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Else you may be marvellously mistook. And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Giving more light than heat, extinct in both Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands. Except it be to pray against thy foes. Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours. No, good madam; I will not out of doors. MXXI - "CESFOREGONEAND" Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. Shall in procession sing her endless praise. Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud; Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first: Run to my study. By and by! God's will, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill O, love's best habit is a soothing tongue, Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: Niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks! there's Distasted with the salt of broken tears. MXXII - "HEAVILYFROMWOE" How true a gentleman you send relief, Even or odd, of all days in the year, And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; I would your highness would depart the field: Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, You press me far, and therefore I will yield. Filling the air with swords advanced and darts, Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls: Of thy deep duty more impression show Marcus, my brother! 'tis sad Titus calls. Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go? O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. MXXIII - "TOWOETELLOERTH" The king in this perceives him, how he coasts Or not remember what I must be now! Which he enforced from me, away he posts Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. Exampled by the first pace that is sick Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Or any of my brothers of the state, Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: True, and I for a plantain: thus came your Have done, for more I hardly can endure. MXXIV - "ESADACCOUNTOFF" Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Since then hath made between them. Unto her And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Dat is as it sall please de roi mon pere. And in my conduct shall your ladies come; Compassion on the king commands me stoop; Call. Bully knight! bully Sir John! speak from O, this is it that makes your servants droop! Under whose government come they along? Not all these lords do vex me half so much To spend that shortness basely were too long, O Buckingham, now do I play the touch, For certain words he spake against your grace Fie, how impatience loureth in your face! MXXV - "OREBEMOANEDMOA" Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say? Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame! Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange May't please your majesty to give us leave Of hell would not in reputation change: And give your hearts to, when they once perceive Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all. Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard Did to his predecessors part withal. My life, sir! How, I pray? For that goes hard. Of that self-blood that first gave life to you, And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue. MXXVI - "NWHICHINEWPAYA" No more perchance does mine, or his, or hers. We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird, Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs? I'll give thee armour to keep off that word: Can set the duke up in despite of me. His coming hither hath no further scope In double knavery--How, how? Let's see:-- No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope Expect him here: when he shall come and find When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!-- Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind, Anon, I wot not by what strong escape, You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! Ajax employ'd plucks down Achilles' plumes. MXXVII - "SIFNOTPAIDBEFO" So to enforce or qualify the laws If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear, From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Neither in inward worth nor outward fair, O sweet Maria, empress of my love! The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Princes in this should live like gods above, And crows are fatted with the murrion flock; I thought upon one pair of English legs Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back-- Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs, Even like a man new haled from the rack, For some, untuck'd, descended her sheaved hat, On what compulsion must I? tell me that. MXXVIII - "REBUTIFTHEWHIL" Ready to starve and dare not touch his own: Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back I shall; and bring his answer presently. For as I am, I live upon the rack. Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly Had not been here to dress the ugly form Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; With the consent of supreme Jove, inform His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence, I do beseech you, as in way of taste, Let your breath cool yourself, telling your haste. MXXIX - "EITHINKONTHEED" Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, The practise and the purpose of the king: He told me that rebellion had bad luck, Is plagued with cramps and gouts and painful fits; Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys, Nor dare I question with my jealous thought The purest treasure mortal times afford He is not yet arrived: nor know I aught Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; England shall give him office, honour, might; Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. MXXX - "EARFRIENDALLLO" Even so void is your false heart of truth. And pity her for her good father's sake; Remains in danger of her former tooth. For those that were, it is not square to take Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Not my deserts, but what I will deserve: Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep Look into these affairs see this main end, Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. MXXXI - "SSESARERESTORE" So mighty and so many my defects, Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens? Against that time, if ever that time come, Revenge upon myself with present moan? Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Return'd my letter back. Then all alone Either to die the death or to abjure So there's my riddle: one that's dead is quick: The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir, Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. MXXXII - "DANDSORROWSEND" Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live And by herself, I will not tell you whose. Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, Sir Richard, what think you? have you beheld, O gentle Aaron, we are all undone! Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, With their superfluous riots, hear these tears! Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, Environed with all these hideous fears? Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds? MXXXIII - "THYBOSOMISENDE" Thy shape invisible retain thou still: He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear You must think this, look you, that the worm will But yet I would your father had been here. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, Sir, would she give you so much of her lips O, full of careful business are his looks! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them, Dry up in her the organs of increase; Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. MXXXIV - "AREDWITHALLHEA" A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- Expect him here: when he shall come and find Death is the fairest cover for her shame When tempest of commotion, like the south, Is to mistake again; though indirect, Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth He lived from all attainder of suspect. And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak. How chance the roses there do fade so fast? End in one purpose, and be all well borne And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. MXXXV - "RTSWHICHIBYLAC" Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of To bring thee to the gallows, not the font. So, either by thy picture or my love, Wherein we are not destitute for want, His better doth not breathe upon the earth. I had my father's signet in my purse, Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth How can the law forbid my tongue to curse? Is my apparel sumptuous to behold? But from this lady may proceed a gem You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold Let me have open means to come to them, And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Call you this gamut? Tut, I like it not! MXXXVI - "KINGHAVESUPPOS" Knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had It made me laugh to see the villain run. Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.- Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve; And therefore, as we hither came in peace, Verona, for a while I take my leave, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men, Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again! Places: your hearts are mighty, your skins are One woe doth tread upon another's heel, Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel. MXXXVII - "EDDEADANDTHERE" Effect it with some care, that he may prove Deserved it too; and then the boy, his clerk, Did all the chivalry of England move Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. And to proclaim it civilly, were like Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen: Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Deservedly confined into this rock, The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath, He had of me a chain: at five o'clock Expect your highness' doom of life or death. Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. MXXXVIII - "REIGNSLOVEANDA" Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill: Either withdraw unto some private place, I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Give it to me: what, is it in the case? No more, no more: worse than the sun in March, Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge: Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge Very hardly upon such a subject. Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve As much as I can do, I will effect: Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. Deep woes roll forward like a gentle flood, And shame thine honourable age with blood? MXXXIX - "LLLOVESLOVINGP" Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Levy great sums of money through the realm Of dire combustion and confused events Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me; Shut up your doors, my lord: 'tis a wild night. Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Of this their purpose hither to this wood; Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. I never did repent for doing good, No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. God safely quit her of her burthen, and Prince John, your son, doth kiss your Grace's hand. MXL - "ARTSANDALLTHOS" A ragged and forestall'd remission. Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too. Truly to speak, and with no addition, Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew, And then they drown their eyes or break their hearts. Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Always a villain's office or a fool's. Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: Lives in the English court, and is received Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived: O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne! Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. MXLI - "EFRIENDSWHICHI" Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. I must confess that I have heard so much, Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Nor will not. Come, bring me unto my chance. Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black, I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death: Coming from thee, I could not put him back, Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! Into this chiefest thicket of the park. MXLII - "THOUGHTBURIEDH" Thou dost make possible things not so held, His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom O, how it yearn'd my heart when I beheld Unto the base bed of some rascal groom, Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, Here are the heads of thy two noble sons; The third time; I hope good luck lies in odd Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; I see you what you are, you are too proud; England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. MXLIII - "OWMANYAHOLYAND" One time or other break some gallows' back. When he stands where I am and sees you there. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack: And with her breath she did perfume the air; Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, He fables not; I hear the enemy: One friend to take his fortune by the arm, Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. You know an enemy intends you harm; And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: No more than I am well acquitted of. Do all men kill the things they do not love? MXLIV - "OBSEQUIOUSTEAR" Of guns and drums and wounds,--God save the mark!-- Beating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal. Shall be discover'd; please you, sit and hark. Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Quit all offences with as clear excuse Upon whose age we void it up again, In thine own person answer thy abuse. O momentary grace of mortal men, Upon whose faith and honour I repose. Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. To quench the coal which in his liver glows. Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, According to the statute of the town, Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. MXLV - "HATHDEARRELIGI" He sought to murder: but her better stars And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop; This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, Having full scarce six thousand in his troop. Doth want example: who hath read or heard Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. And I to thee engaged a prince's word, Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear; Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Let us complain to them what fools were here, I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest. MXLVI - "OUSLOVESTOLNFR" O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, So offers he to give what she did crave; Let's write good angel on the devil's horn: O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones, Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look? That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Out of my lean and low ability Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones Not I, my lord; sith true nobility For none abides with me: my joy is death; Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. MXLVII - "OMMINEEYEASINT" O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! Might go one way, and safely; and the end My love is as a fever, longing still I have engaged myself to a dear friend, No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. Even for this let us divided live, England we love; and for that England's sake You are my all the world, and I must strive Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death. So call the field to rest; and let's away, I will be brief, for my short date of breath Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. MXLVIII - "ERESTOFTHEDEAD" Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; Rather than rob me of the people's hearts! Exampled by the first pace that is sick Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, To his most royal person, hither come On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just. For such disguise as haply shall become That majesty, to keep decorum, must Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Egregious murderer, thief, any thing And so suppose am I; for in his grave Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? MXLIX - "WHICHNOWAPPEAR" What nearer debt in all humanity Have, for the gilt of France,--O guilt indeed! I can no longer brook thy vanities. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. Now will we take some order in the town, Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! Return, return, and make thy love amends. ML - "BUTTHINGSREMOV" By God, he shall not have a Scot of them; Upon my daughter's head! Tell me, mine own. That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am: The next degree is England's royal throne; He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear, If broken, then it is no fault of mine. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear; God witness with me, I have wept for thine. So from himself impiety hath wrought, Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, Or is your gold and silver ewes and rams? Verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs? MLI - "EDTHATHIDDENIN" Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. Damsel of France, I think I have you fast: That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book; His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, And justly thus controls his thoughts unjust: Tell me precisely of what complexion. His naked armour of still-slaughter'd lust, It shows my earnestness of affection- Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: Divides more wider than the sky and earth, Eyes; and then they will endure handling, which Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. MLII - "THEELIETHOUART" That I were couching with the doctor's clerk. He is gone happy, and has left me rich: Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. Eyes; and then they will endure handling, which Let life be short; else shame will be too long. If in which time expired, he not return, Else had she with her father rang'd along. That you have no such mirrors as will turn He could not stay to pick them in a pile Or have you read or heard? or could you think? Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style Away the performance: therefore, much drink Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, This will I do, and soon return again. MLIII - "THEGRAVEWHEREB" To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: He rather means to lodge you in the field, Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! Visit the speechless sick and still converse Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; When he himself might his quietus make Hast thou put on his shape to do him shame? England we love; and for that England's sake Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, Being the time the potion's force should cease. MLIV - "URIEDLOVEDOTHL" Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Is he sure bound? look that you bind them fast. Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Does he rake this together! Now, my lords, Lest rest and lying still might make them look Or to the place of diff'rence call the swords Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or how haps it I seek not to advance To tell your grace, that, having heard by fame Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends Like one I loved indeed. What were thy friends? MLV - "IVEHUNGWITHTHE" I am solicited, not by a few, Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Each heart in Rome does love and pity you: How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death, Now, if you have a station in the file, Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile: In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, The greatest of your having lacks a half Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. MLVI - "TROPHIESOFMYLO" The ornament of beauty is suspect, Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Of my word, I have written to effect; Perish the man whose mind is backward now! He came too late, the ship was under sail: I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw-- For stones dissolved to water do convert. My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. You less know how to value her desert Lest my remembrance suffer ill report; O gentlemen, the time of life is short! MLVII - "VERSGONEWHOALL" Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Exampled by the first pace that is sick Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear; So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief, Or any of my brothers of the state, Now is that noble vessel full of grief, Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy! As offer'd mercy is. What was the last Let pity not be believ'd!' There she shook Love's stories written in love's richest book. MLVIII - "THEIRPARTSOFME" Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind; Had he been slain, we should have heard the news; Entreated me to call and know her mind: In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. Regard me as I do not flatter, and Pure Chastity is rifled of her store, At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand, Religious in mine error, I adore Then son and father weep with equal strife Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows, Once did I lay an ambush for your life, Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. MLIX - "TOTHEEDIDGIVET" That brings me food to make misfortune live? Only, good master, while we do admire The old bees die, the young possess their hive: High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Empale him with your weapons round about; Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange Dreading the curse that money may buy out; I will acquaintance strangle and look strange, Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: God-den to you all, god-den to you all. I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha? MLX - "HATDUEOFMANYNO" Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still; The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole. Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, O God, I fear thy justice will take hold For one fair French maid that stands in my way. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. And leave no memory of what it was! Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun, You drew your sword upon me without cause; Now bind my brows with iron; and approach O, whither shall we fly from this reproach? MLXI - "WISTHINEALONET" Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise: The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands: His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, It is a bawdy planet, that will strike None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights, Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, And, were his daughter fairer than she is, Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his No face is fair that is not full so black. Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: Take in your love, and then let me alone. MLXII - "HEIRIMAGESILOV" He saves my labour by his own approach. Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. In confutation of which rude reproach Rome shall record, and when I do forget If any power pities wretched tears, My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. As I have such a heart that both mine ears Good King, that must approve the common saw, Esteem him as a lamb, being compared Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Is all the counsel that we two have shared, Lusty and like to live: the queen receives Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf? MLXIII - "EDIVIEWINTHEEA" Enow to press a royal merchant down Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns-- Into the danger of this adverse town; Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, I pray you, be acquainted with this maid; Nature dispenses with the deed so far There's matter in these sighs. These profound heaves Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves, Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, And like a hermit overpass'd thy days. MLXIV - "NDTHOUALLTHEYH" Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk: Discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk. His present and your pains we thank you for: Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male Unmannerly intruder as thou art! Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? Love me or love me not, I like the cap; Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but How we may steal from hence, and for the gap Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What You know your places: God be with you all! He that takes that doth take my heart withal. MLXV - "ASTALLTHEALLOF" Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims Against the welkin volleys out his voice; Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept, Let me beseech your Grace not to do so. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept: He doth, my lord, and is become your foe. Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, And let thy misty vapours march so thick, Let villany itself forswear't. I must Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard. MLXVI - "MEIFTHOUSURVIV" My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows; Egregious murderer, thief, any thing I prithee, do not strive against my vows: From you have I been absent in the spring, To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx? His son am I; deny it, if you can. Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six Unseemly woman in a seeming man! Say if I do- the laws are mine, not thine. Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind, Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign, Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; I make my love engrafted to this store: Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? MLXVII - "EMYWELLCONTENT" Empale him with your weapons round about; Makes me look dismal will I clip to form; Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out With the consent of supreme Jove, inform Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? Levy great sums of money through the realm Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; O, none of both but are of high desert: Nay, I will win my wager better yet, To match us in comparisons with dirt, Else one self mate and mate could not beget Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. The crest of youth against your dignity. MLXVIII - "EDDAYWHENTHATC" Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest, As they fly by them with their woven wings. Yet, in protection of their tender ones, Whence honour but of danger wins a scar, Here are the heads of thy two noble sons; Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man That he which hath no stomach to this fight, His son am I; deny it, if you can. And in this state she gallops night by night To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Curtsy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. MLXIX - "HURLDEATHMYBON" How long a time lies in one little word! Upon the instant that she was accused, Rely upon it till my tale be heard, Let them not cease, but with a din confused Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time Each Trojan that is master of his heart, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme That is too much presumption on thy part: Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her? Yet, after all comparisons of truth, By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; Of others' voices, that my adder's sense Nor send him forth that we may bear him hence. MLXX - "ESWITHDUSTSHAL" Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: Shall it for shame be spoken in these days, Where, lo, two lamps, burnt out, in darkness lies; If it were yours by none of all these ways, The help of one stands me in little stead. How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth! During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Under the lordly monarch of the north, Since why to love I can allege no cause. The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost, Such as she says my lord did say I was. His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part: Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? MLXXI - "LCOVERANDSHALT" Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Embrace we then this opportunity Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. And make me happy in your unity. Not resolute, except so much were done; Deliver him to safety; and return, Sky-planted batters all rebelling coasts? His going I could frame to serve my turn, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want? To bring thee to the gallows, not the font. MLXXII - "BYFORTUNEONCEM" Between this chastised kingdom and myself, Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse. For where thou art, there is the world itself, On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Return of love, more blest may be the view; To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true-- Nor customary suits of solemn black, Excepting one, I would he were the best Out of my lean and low ability Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, Corrupting in its own fertility. Exposing what is mortal and unsure My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! MLXXIII - "ORERESURVEYTHE" Out of mine own; his days and times are past Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Repair hither and say you are not fit. Else had she with her father rang'd along. So many hours must I take my rest; Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong Reply not to me with a fool-born jest; Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf? Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch: Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Eternal numbers to outlive long date. MLXXIV - "SEPOORRUDELINE" Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king; Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. Pluck'd in the bud, and vaded in the spring! O, that record could with a backward look, Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is Rating myself at nothing, you shall see Ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his Unto a woman, happy but for me, Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue, Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. MLXXV - "SOFTHYDECEASED" Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds He shall have merely justice and his bond. Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave: Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge; Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge Send for the county; go tell him of this: Each man apart, all single and alone, Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan. MLXXVI - "LOVERCOMPARETH" Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more; Or I could make a prologue to my brains, Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Endue you with the people's voice: remains Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish Could all my travels warrant me they live. Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish May draw with you: there's millions now alive Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his. Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Ere such another Julius. Britain is Titania waked and straightway loved an ass. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. MLXXVII - "EMWITHTHEBETTE" Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, Which not to read would show the Britons cold: It seem'd they would debate with angry swords. To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours Have I thought long to see this morning's face, Else would he never so demean himself. But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, England is safe, if true within itself? That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon, To outface me with leaping in her grave? Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! MLXXVIII - "RINGOFTHETIMEA" Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats: It is not for your health thus to commit Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; Give me the letter; I will look on it. O, none of both but are of high desert: Few love to hear the sins they love to act; To match us in comparisons with dirt, How joyful am I made by this contract! Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, That his attendant--so his case was like, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. And such an instrument I was to use. MLXXIX - "NDTHOUGHTHEYBE" No, I protest, I know not the contents; Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: That hath been breeder of these dire events. Hadst thou descended from another house. On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost; Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. How often said, my dignity would last This night methinks is but the daylight sick; Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped. Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. MLXXX - "OUTSTRIPPDBYEV" Of the all-building law; and that there were Unless they seek for hatred at my hands; The French king's sister: he shall marry her. Spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's? The king with mighty and quick-raised power Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, Put him to choler straight: he hath been used Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, But thus his simple truth must be abused Yet, were there but this single plot to lose, Each changing place with that which goes before, Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? MLXXXI - "ERYPENRESERVET" Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. Your tender kinsman and to choke his days Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Not he that sets his foot upon her back. Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Even like a man new haled from the rack, Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, Else shall you not have any hand at all Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls: Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. MLXXXII - "HEMFORMYLOVENO" Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold! Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold, For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, Of any thing the image tell me that Reply not in how many fathoms deep Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at Your potent and infectious fevers heap Let them set on at once; for I perceive Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings; Verona, for a while I take my leave, Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet. MLXXXIII - "TFORTHEIRRHYME" There shall I rest secure from force and fraud. For his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds? Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Record it with your high and worthy deeds: The more she gives them speech. Where do you live? He says they can do nothing in this kind. Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Is yet the cover of a fairer mind Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, Hot questrists after him, met him at gate; You sent me for a rope's end as soon: May fright the hopeful mother at the view; Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. MLXXXIV - "EXCEEDEDBYTHEH" Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, eXposing it--but, O, the harder heart! Carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears: Each one demand an answer to his part Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! Do pelt so fast at one another's pate Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; Did move your greatness and this noble state Beggar the estimation which you prized Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised! His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home. MLXXXV - "EIGHTOFHAPPIER" Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, The cause were not in being,--part o' the cause, O god of love! I know he doth deserve For's private friends: his answer to me was, He had the wit which I can well observe A stand where you may make the fairest shoot. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. I take it up; and by that sword I swear Each way and move. I take my leave of you: Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too. MLXXXVI - "MENOTHENVOUCHS" Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam?--may't be?-- Even like a man new haled from the rack, Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me Of that proud man that did usurp his back? Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen He would show most love. When yet he was but Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. Unless I flatter with myself too much. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. Have no perfection of my summer left, Steal thine own freedom and complain on theft. MLXXXVII - "AFEMEBUTTHISLO" As having sense of beauty, do omit Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks: Under that colour am I come to scale Take you the lute, and you the set of books; That I have frequent been with unknown minds Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume, It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. MLXXXVIII - "VINGTHOUGHTHAD" Verona, for a while I take my leave, In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood; Nerissa teaches me what to believe: Give me some music; music, moody food That never object pleasing in thine eye, Had hoisted sail and put to sea to-day: O, let me in my present wildness die, Upon her patient breast, making their way Go in and cheer the town: we'll forth and fight, Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel To hopeless restitution, so he might Had I but served my God with half the zeal Anon their loud alarums he doth hear; Doth any here know me? This is not Lear. MLXXXIX - "MYFRIENDSMUSEG" My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys, You have no children, butchers! if you had, For she is with me: no, when light-wing'd toys Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, I pray you, give me leave to go from hence; Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. No care, no stop! so senseless of expense, Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine. So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Unto a lineal true-derived course. Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Either to die the death or to abjure Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her. MXC - "ROWNWITHTHISGR" Reprove my allegation, if you can; Of any thing the image tell me that Which better fits a lion than a man. Now was she just before him as he sat, Without annoying me: and there were drawn If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil, Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone. Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full. Had graced the tender temples of my child, I think he thinks upon the savage bull. So sober-sad, so weary, and so mild, Guilty of treason, forgery, and shift, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. MXCI - "OWINGAGEADEARE" On this side my hand, and on that side yours. What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon? I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame! God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says, Envy your great deservings and good name, And as the bright sun glorifies the sky, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Either to get the town again or die: An honour! were not I thine only nurse, Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. MXCII - "RBIRTHTHANTHIS" Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows By computation and mine host's report. I am the Douglas, fatal to all those Rather than bloody war shall cut them short, To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, Her only fault, and that is faults enough, Till he behold them form'd in the applause His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths? Not possible; for who shall bear your part Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes, Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart I put myself to thy direction, and Since they do better thee in their command. MXCIII - "HISLOVEHADBROU" Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity, Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; Leaving thee living in posterity? O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Having no fair to lose, you need not fear; A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. During whose reign the Percies of the north, By computation and mine host's report. Receive it friendly; but from this time forth Of public honour and proud titles boast, Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. MXCIV - "GHTTOMARCHINRA" Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, He'ld lay the future open. You good gods, The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? This and my food are equals; there's no odds: O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye My lord protector, so it please your grace, And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place: Comets, importing change of times and states, Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; Resembles that it was. What it should be, Ah, do not tear away thyself from me! MXCV - "NKSOFBETTEREQU" Never went with his forces into France King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. Or keep him from heart-easing words so long, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose But from Lord Angelo by special charge. Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, End in a word: such is the breath of kings. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat. Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit. MXCVI - "IPAGEBUTSINCEH" It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale And with the same to act controlling laws. Gazed each on other, and look'd deadly pale. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray Unless he take the course that you have done, Then the conceit of this inconstant stay So keen and greedy to confound a man: I think it cites us, brother, to the field, Now, Master Slender: love him, daughter Anne. Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield; Each opposite that blanks the face of joy He hears naught privately that comes from Troy. MXCVII - "EDIEDANDPOETSB" Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like If ever you have look'd on better days, Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Divides more wider than the sky and earth, Although they wear their faces to the bent Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent; Pray God she prove not masculine ere long, Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Else had she with her father rang'd along. To let the wretched man outlive his wealth, Something about, a little from the right, By this I challenge him to single fight. MXCVIII - "ETTERPROVETHEI" Empale him with your weapons round about; Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek That he dined not at home, but was lock'd out. Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Richard, enough; I will be king, or die. Prithee, come hither: what fair lady's that? Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by, Of such contents as you will wonder at; Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; Even or odd, of all days in the year, Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span: His royal self in judgment comes to hear Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. MXCIX - "RSFORTHEIRSTYL" Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Since they do better thee in their command. Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board. Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase: Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; I have, as when the sun doth light a storm, Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Salutes each other with each other's form; The fishes spread on it their golden gills; Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! MC - "EILLREADHISFOR" Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. A queen in jest, only to fill the scene. Death lies on her like an untimely frost Hale him away, and let him talk no more. I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. Sir, I did never win of you before. Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. MCI - "HISLOVEFULLMAN" How joyful am I made by this contract! I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, She is importunate, indeed distract. Let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks: Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. For none abides with me: my joy is death; Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent. Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise; Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent, My mouth no more were broken than these boys', A man of complements, whom right and wrong Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song! MCII - "YAGLORIOUSMORN" Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy. And wanting breath to speak help me with tears. Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood It is religion that doth make vows kept; Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, Unless a brother should a brother dare Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Myself have often heard him say and swear Only to flatter fools and make them bold: Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! MCIII - "INGHAVEISEENFL" If what in rest you have in right you hold, Naming thy name blesses an ill report. Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, How far a modern quill doth come too short, Are they gone, and there they intend to sup. Values itself so highly that to her Enough to stifle such a villain up. If you do censure me by what you were, Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, Each present lord began to promise aid, Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, For I can here disarm thee with this stick Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! MCIV - "ATTERTHEMOUNTA" A woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I. Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, There is but three skirts for yourself, in my Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Rather than render back, out with your knives, That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives. Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep O, step between her and her fighting soul Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep; Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole The confident and over-lusty French And that's great marvel, loving a light wench. MCV - "INTOPSWITHSOVE" I will bring in the empress and her sons, Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says There were two honours lost, yours and your son's. Of these thy compounds on such creatures as Peace be to England, if that war return Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, Wilt thou be glass wherein it shall discern If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, The enemy of all your graces lives. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French. See where she comes, and brings your froward wives O' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench! Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. MCVI - "REIGNEYEKISSIN" Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. Either to die the death or to abjure I am as like to call thee so again, Go after her. She's desperate; govern her. Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun. Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; You shall have letters from me to my son Either withdraw unto some private place, King Richard might create a perfect guess Is as a fury to torment my soul; So doth the greater glory dim the less: Smile with an austere regard of control,-- I thought King Henry had resembled thee Not that, I hope, which you received of me. MCVII - "GWITHGOLDENFAC" Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows, Write from us to him; post-post-haste dispatch. I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their foes, The gain I seek is quiet in the match. He must observe their mood on whom he jests, Good man, those joyful tears show thy true heart: Or tyrant folly lurk in gentle breasts? Let them have scope: though what they do impart Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within, Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when For, as I think, they do command him home, And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee! Can buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me. MCVIII - "ETHEMEADOWSGRE" Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; To give their bed joy and prosperity. Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, Enfeoff'd himself to popularity; My will is something sorted with his wish. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. And of a dragon and a finless fish, Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside: O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. MCIX - "ENGILDINGPALES" Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: If the great gods be just, they shall assist Leads to the broad gate and the great fire. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Peep through each part of him: whence has he that, A simple countryman, that brought her figs: Let me have men about me that are fat; Each man apart, all single and alone, Some men must love my lady and some Joan. MCX - "TREAMSWITHHEAV" The English are embattled, you French peers. Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, And foreign mart for implements of war; My life, sir! How, I pray? For that goes hard. So full of artless jealousy is guilt Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard; Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt, That I might so have rated my expense, Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence, Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What As you are now, for you are cold and stem; Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? MCXI - "ENLYALCHEMYANO" Eyes; and then they will endure handling, which Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, Les ongles? nous les appelons de nails. Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young, Here, all enraged, such passion her assails, Extremity still urgeth such extremes. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth You came not of one mother then, it seems. Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth Nor was not to be equall'd;'--thus your verse Of any constant man. What, worse and worse! MCXII - "NPERMITTHEBASE" No more of this; it does offend my heart: Paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and Each one demand an answer to his part Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand; Must first induce you to believe: whose strength If I can catch him once upon the hip, To eke it and to draw it out in length, That he may bless this bay with his tall ship, His folly to the mettle of my speech? Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, Beyond the infinite and boundless reach And give the king this fatal plotted scroll. Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own. Enough to purchase what you have made known. MCXIII - "STCLOUDSTORIDE" Some high, some low, the painter was so nice; To slay herself, that should have slain her foe. Confess the truth, and say by whose advice Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; Or make some sign how I may do thee ease: Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; Something I must do to procure me grace. The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! I can interpret all her martyr'd signs; Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth! Even so void is your false heart of truth. MCXIV - "WITHUGLYRACKON" Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, I have from their confines call'd to enact That blushing red no guilty instance gave, How can they then assist me in the act? Under the tide: but now I breathe again Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Your master wed me to: nothing but death Rely upon it till my tale be heard, And then believe me, my love is as fair Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair, O' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench! Now for the honour of the forlorn French! MCXV - "HISCELESTIALFA" How he did seem to dive into their hearts In a light. Yet you see how this world goes. Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Laid them before you; you would throw them off, Establish him in his true sense again, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough To what may be digested in a play. It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. And in the shape of Corin sat all day, Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in hate. MCXVI - "CEANDFROMTHEFO" Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke, Endure the winter's cold as well as he: And then he drew a dial from his poke, No part of him but will be shame in me. Demetrius and Egeus, go along: For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form, Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Or take his life there: this if she perform, Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean, Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen. MCXVII - "RLORNWORLDHISV" Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks, No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. When Richard, with his eye brim full of tears, O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth. Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; Lay hold upon him: if he do resist, Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor, Have faculty by nature to subsist; I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor, Shall seize one half his goods; the other half Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf? MCXVIII - "ISAGEHIDESTEAL" I crave the benefit of law of arms. Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw. As if the boy should use like loving charms; Good King, that must approve the common saw, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Have faculty by nature to subsist; I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far Do smilingly revolt; and who resist Enfeoff'd himself to popularity; Such as I am: though for myself alone To give their bed joy and prosperity. Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: As did that one; and that, in my regard, Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. MCXIX - "INGUNSEENTOWES" I know I am too mean to be your queen, Nay, in the body of this fleshly land, Gifts of rich value. Yet I have not seen Unless some dull and favourable hand Not portable, lie under this report: Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, Except some petty towns of no import: Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: No, no; when Fortune means to men most good, Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood With honour of his birthright to the crown. Enough to purchase what you have made known. Some men must love my lady and some Joan. MCXX - "TWITHTHISDISGR" Though standing naked on a mountain top, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. I must be brief, lest resolution drop To feast upon whole thousands of the French. Heart, once be stronger than thy continent, Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. He says he will return incontinent: It is extempore, from my mother wit. She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns. Done to me, undeserving as I am, I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss. Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? MCXXI - "ACEEVENSOMYSUN" Are murd'red for our pains. This bitter taste Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough. Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Values itself so highly that to her Extremity still urgeth such extremes. Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir. Speed more than speed but dull and slow she deems: Once more the engine of her thoughts began: My shame be his that did my fame confound; You speak to Casca, and to such a man Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Never came poison from so sweet a place. MCXXII - "ONEEARLYMORNDI" O, they did urge it still unto the king! Now in the rearward comes the duke and his: Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Ere such another Julius. Britain is And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young Mistake me not; I speak but as I find. Of all mad matches, never was the like. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Do comfort, and not burn. 'Tis not in thee I lead espoused my bride along with me. MCXXIII - "DSHINEWITHALLT" Divides more wider than the sky and earth, Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, He doth object I am too great of birth--, Inclinable to honour and advance Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Who was in life a foolish peating knave. I prithee go and get me some repast; To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen, Let music sound while he doth make his choice; Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain; Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain. MCXXIV - "RIUMPHANTSPLEN" Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. I shall not be hang'd now, although I would; Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale, Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents He was a gentleman on whom I built And I will stoop and humble my intents Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt; That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? Some necessaries that I needs must use, Presents that I intend to send them both: Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse, England is safe, if true within itself? Now in good time, here comes the duke himself. MCXXV - "DORONMYBROWBUT" Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! O sacred receptacle of my joys, Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise, No man so potent breathes upon the ground My liege, your highness now may do me good. Your party in converse, him you would sound, But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. Rankly abus'd. But know, thou noble youth, O cruel, irreligious piety! Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth But this is worshipful society Unless she do it under this excuse, The small'st opinion on my least misuse? MCXXVI - "OUTALACKHEWASB" O heresy in fair, fit for these days! Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. Till after many accents and delays, As shall become your highness; where you may Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save, And, which is more than all these boasts can be, Convey me to my bed, then to my grave: King, father, royal Dane. O, answer me? Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake! he is mad. Either thou art most ignorant by age, Work not so hard: I would the lightning had And FENTON comes and steals away ANN PAGE. Sorrow were ever razed and testy wrath By this means shall we sound what skill she hath. MCXXVII - "UTONEHOURMINET" Upon my wretched women, that so long Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Or is he but retired to make him strong? Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, Of that I shall have also cause to speak, Upon thy side against myself I'll fight, Rely upon it till my tale be heard, Must by the hungry now be fed upon: I moralize two meanings in one word. Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. Except a sword or sceptre balance it: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. MCXXVIII - "HEREGIONCLOUDH" Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stone. Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Return'd my letter back. Then all alone Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Guilty of treason, forgery, and shift, If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, On me, my bargains and my well-won thrift, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings, Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee! O Brakenbury, I have done those things, Upon my lady's missing, came to me Deserved it too; and then the boy, his clerk, Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work? MCXXIX - "ATHMASKDHIMFRO" Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine: More near my life, I fear,--with my weak wit, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels, Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command, If I may have your daughter to my wife, My father gave me honour, yours gave land. For now he lives in fame, though not in life. Rome shall record, and when I do forget O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? MCXXX - "MMENOWYETHIMFO" Moved with compassion of my country's wreck, More measure of this measure; be not nice. Each in his office ready at thy beck. Now I begin to relish thy advice; O, but I love his lady too too much, We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. You have received your griefs; nor are they such Each changing place with that which goes before, To fan and blow them dry again she seeks: Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arrived? I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, My gracious liege, when that my father lived, For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. MCXXXI - "RTHISMYLOVENOW" Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: That makes thee strangle thy propriety: How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? If sorrow can admit society, Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep? Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks Your potent and infectious fevers heap Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Out of mine own; his days and times are past Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Not letting it decline on the declined, On Saturday we will return to France. Will very well become a soldier's dance. MCXXXII - "HITDISDAINETHS" His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt I trust I may not trust thee; for thy word Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, Doth want example: who hath read or heard If thou turn back, and my loud crying still. Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, Doth make a stand at what your highness will. And there did seem in him a kind of joy It may be good: pride hath no other glass No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. This blended knight, half Trojan and half Greek. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit, Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root? MCXXXIII - "UNSOFTHEWORLDM" Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift, None in the world; nor do I know the man. Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan For love is still most precious in itself; That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Hath almost made me traitor to myself: Envenom him with words, or get thee gone When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood. Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest. Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Let us with care perform his great behest. Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! MCXXXIV - "AYSTAINWHENHEA" As are the swelling Adriatic seas. Yet, in protection of their tender ones, Such men as he be never at heart's ease Thy noble brother Titus and his sons, And to obey shall be in me remorse, I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, He makes for England, there to claim the crown. Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. MCXXXV - "VENSSUNSTAINET" Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet, Such as I am: though for myself alone Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Never did faithful subject more rejoice So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup. No doubt they rose up early to observe Establish him in his true sense again, To make me blest or cursed'st among men. MCXXXVI - "HWHYDIDSTTHOUP" He was quick mettle when he went to school. Why would he for the momentary trick His man with scissors nicks him like a fool, Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, If you should die before him, where's her dower? Dead, sure; and this his grave. What's on this tomb So, come death! Two o'clock is your hour? Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw Take with you your companions; as you look How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook: Upon his bloody finger he doth wear Please you draw near. Louder the music there! MCXXXVII - "ROMISESUCHABEA" Remove you hence. I knew you at the first O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black! My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed, I could prevent this storm and shun thy wrack! Sir, I invite your highness and your train England did never owe so sweet a hope, Say that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain Upon your stubborn usage of the pope; Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, Here sits a king more woful than you are. And your unblest fate hies: strumpet, I come. But thou from loving England art so far, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince! MCXXXVIII - "UTEOUSDAYANDMA" Under that colour am I come to scale To stranger blood, to foreign royalty. Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? Unless you can find sport in their intents, So did he turn and over Suffolk's neck Dies in the zeal of that which it presents: And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? You shall digest the venom of your spleen, And shut myself up in some other course, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Denied me to come in) return, and force Most ignorant of what he's most assured, And now, to tempt, all liberty procured. MCXXXIX - "KEMETRAVELFORT" Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court: Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Reprove my allegation, if you can; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: Like madness is the glory of this life. Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, To new-found methods and to compounds strange? MCXL - "HWITHOUTMYCLOA" His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Why should that name be sounded more than yours? If that be all, masters, I hear no harm. The mere despair of surgery, he cures, He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black, O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: The commons will not then be satisfied. More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast Look round about the wicked streets of Rome; O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! MCXLI - "KTOLETBASECLOU" Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore, The English are embattled, you French peers. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears Entreated me to call and know her mind: Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, And both for my sake lay on me this cross: Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Construe my speeches better, if you may. Let two more summers wither in their pride, Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: Unless good counsel may the cause remove. MCXLII - "DSOERTAKEMEINM" Does it not, thinks't thee, stand me now upon- So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John? Envenom him with words, or get thee gone Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Till manly shame bids him possess his breath And in this brainish apprehension kills Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, My husband bids me; now I will unmask. Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: I shall indue you with: meantime but ask Nay, rather turn this day out of the week, My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak. MCXLIII - "YWAYHIDINGTHYB" Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought. A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees? Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, How I might stop this tempest ere it came; I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. Dim register and notary of shame! Into the hearts of such as have not thrived Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page, He said the truth: and what said Surrey then? Your faithful service and your toil in war; But through his teeth, as if the name he tore. MCXLIV - "RAVERYINTHEIRR" Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace, And he my husband best of all affects. Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks, You shall be yet far fairer than you are. I take my leave with many thousand thanks. Nature dispenses with the deed so far That make her good? O, let her brother live! His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive It is thy business that I go about. Razing the characters of your renown, Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. MCXLV - "OTTENSMOKETISN" O, that the slave had forty thousand lives! That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak? To the ambassadors of England gives Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along, Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. Out of my lean and low ability Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, They come like sacrifices in their trim, If it were yours by none of all these ways, Some two months hence my will shall here be made: None but a holy hermit and her maid. MCXLVI - "OTENOUGHTHATTH" Of all his wars within the realm of France? This was the noblest Roman of them all: Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Not to be pardon'd, am content withal. O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse! Uproar the universal peace, confound Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape: The worth of that is that which it contains, To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart, How can I then be elder than thou art? MCXLVII - "ROUGHTHECLOUDT" Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Gazing upon the Greeks with little lust: How much, methinks, I could despise this man, The oldest sins the newest kind of ways? Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life O, some authority how to proceed; Unless his noble mother, and his wife; Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; Things past redress are now with me past care. MCXLVIII - "HOUBREAKTODRYT" How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense. But greatly to find quarrel in a straw Ready to go, but never to return. Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair, The argument all bare is of more worth Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood, Divides more wider than the sky and earth, Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art. MCXLIX - "HERAINONMYSTOR" Here are the keys, there sits the duke asleep: Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Reply not in how many fathoms deep And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp, Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, Nay, in the body of this fleshly land, Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales; No matter then although my foot did stand More French: I shall never move thee in French, Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. MCL - "MBEATENFACEFOR" My lords of England, let me tell you this: But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Approach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguiled. That thou hast practised on her with foul charms, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet No: know the gallant monarch is in arms For what I have I need not to repeat; And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Exposing what is mortal and unsure First if all obstacles were cut away, Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. MCLI - "NOMANWELLOFSUC" Necessity will make us all forsworn O, that a lady, of one man refused. Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn, Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used, Now, by mine honour, which is yet mine own, Whose high exploits and honourable deeds Each man apart, all single and alone, Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. Let this dissension first be tried by fight, O my good lord, the world is but a word: Frantic with grief thus breathes she forth her spite So that from point to point now have you heard Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? MCLII - "HASALVECANSPEA" How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains All my reports go with the modest truth; Let me be thought too busy in my fears-- Visit the speechless sick and still converse Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Could say she were worse: think you of a worse An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe. No doubt, no doubt; O, 'tis a parlous boy; Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe; Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand And equity exiled your highness' land. MCLIII - "KTHATHEALSTHEW" Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends, The third time; I hope good luck lies in odd Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God Those enemies of Timon's and mine own Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: And better in my mind not undertook. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool? To give their bed joy and prosperity. Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. MCLIV - "OUNDANDCURESNO" O, he's a limb that has but a disease; Unfurnish me of reason. They are come. Now, now: I have not winked since I saw these Door would speak with you: he says he comes from And wring the awful sceptre from his fist, Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound; Distract your army, which doth most consist Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound. Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence; Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, Nothing more dear to me. You are abused O, that a lady, of one man refused. MCLV - "TTHEDISGRACENO" There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot? Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France! In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood; Since you are strangers and come here by chance, Give me some music; music, moody food Rebuke and dread correction wait on us And all is but to rob thee of a kiss. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus. Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! MCLVI - "RCANTHYSHAMEGI" Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. And let it be confiscate all, so soon Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; Have done! for shame, if not for charity. You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Sir, in good faith, in sincere verity, He cried almost to roaring; and he wept Are gone: crows and daws, crows and daws! I had Must gently be preserved, cherish'd, and kept: Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him I know this act shows horrible and grim. MCLVII - "VEPHYSICTOMYGR" Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face; His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,-- Yet did repent me, after more advice; Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, I was not much afeard; for once or twice Corrupting in its own fertility. The doctor is well money'd, and his friends O Mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed, Me see't! I'll in, I'll in. Follow your friend's You love my son; invention is ashamed, Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Rome could afford no tribune like to these. MCLVIII - "IEFTHOUGHTHOUR" I heard no letter from my master since Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Fit counsellor and servant for a prince, Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep Hath made her break out into terms of rage! Off with his head! Now, by Saint Paul I swear, Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, Give me some sack; and, sweetheart, lie thou there. How long a time lies in one little word! Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain, Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, On yon proud man, should take it off again Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. MCLIX - "EPENTYETIHAVES" Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, The king hath heard them; to the which as yet Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike I rather would entreat thy company His son am I; deny it, if you can. And shall, or him we will accompany. Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Since the physician at your father's died? MCLX - "TILLTHELOSSTHE" They will digest this harsh indignity. It follows then the cat must stay at home: Love can transpose to form and dignity: Look round about the wicked streets of Rome; That it will quickly drop; my day is dim. However God or fortune cast my lot, Err'd in this point which now you censure him, Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not. Or blot with hell-born sin such saint-like forms. Set them into confounding odds, that beasts Such as seafaring men provide for storms; Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests How insolent of late he is become, Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? MCLXI - "OFFENDERSSORRO" O, full of careful business are his looks! Fie, fie! they are not to be named, my lord, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Not what you are, I know it will excuse Depose him in the justice of his cause. Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Remuneration for the thing it was; Since thou hast far to go, bear not along Spare England, for it is your native coast; O, he hath kept an evil diet long, Receiving them from such a worthless post. Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: O any thing, of nothing first create! MCLXII - "WLENDSBUTWEAKR" When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse Either of king or council, when you went No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. But let desert in pure election shine, Unless thou couldst return to make amends? That know the strong'st and surest way to get. Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, Either be gone before the watch be set, And reason flies the object of all harm: Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. MCLXIII - "ELIEFTOHIMTHAT" Either of you to be the other's end. Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. It is your grace's pleasure to commend; Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. To die is to be banish'd from myself; O let no noble eye profane a tear He will be found like Brutus, like himself. I am content that he shall take the odds My lord, your loving nephew now is come. Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from And let the nurse this night sit up with you; That I would choose, were I to choose anew. MCLXIV - "BEARSTHESTRONG" Because I would not see thy cruel nails Either of king or council, when you went And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales, Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more, The castle of Macduff I will surprise; Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? Your Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: Something to do with you. Come, you're a young Tell you the duke, shall prosper: bid him strive Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, Not knowing them until we know their grave: Go, base intruder! overweening slave! MCLXV - "OFFENCESCROSSA" One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth. From a resolved and honourable war, For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, Each changing place with that which goes before, Nor never did my actions yet commence Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand Convey me Salisbury into his tent, Remuneration for the thing it was; Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does So do the kings of France unto this day; Art thou contented, Jew? what dost thou say? MCLXVI - "HBUTTHOSETEARS" How did this offer seem received, my lord? But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword, There is no world without Verona walls, This might have been prevented and made whole Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, O God, I have an ill-divining soul! So please you, save the thanks this prince expects: Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. To the ambassadors of England gives Else you may be marvellously mistook. A just and open trial. While she lives Resides not in that man that does not think,-- Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! MCLXVII - "AREPEARLWHICHT" Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand, Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Parts that become thee happily enough Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack, Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap, His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap, Come hither, neighbour Seacole. God hath blessed Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, The king was slily finger'd from the deck! MCLXVIII - "HYLOVESHEDSAND" His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm You are deceived; my child is none of his: Like to a tenement or pelting farm: Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France. Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, So will I turn her virtue into pitch, As offer'd mercy is. What was the last No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. MCLXIX - "THEYARERICHAND" That, by confessing them, the souls of men How true a gentleman you send relief, Establish him in his true sense again, You hold too heinous a respect of grief. And age in love loves not to have years told: Repair'd with double riches of content. Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one! How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep, As both of you--God pardon it!--have done, Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs, Disdaining duty that to us belongs. MCLXX - "RANSOMALLILLDE" Rebuke and dread correction wait on us As it is known she is, these moral laws Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus! Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green, My blood begins my safer guides to rule; And therefore will he wipe his tables clean, Let my unsounded self, supposed a fool, Lions more confident, mountains and rocks I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks! Let his deservings and my love withal Doth teach that ease and that repose to say Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. MCLXXI - "EDSNOMOREBEGRI" Eyes; and then they will endure handling, which Dreamest not of, the which for sport sake are So, get thee gone; good night Ate eyes do itch; Nature dispenses with the deed so far On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand More measure of this measure; be not nice. On her bare breast, the heart of all her land; Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Be pilot to me and thy places shall England shall give him office, honour, might; God save thy Grace, King Hal; my royal Hal! Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. I think I should have told your grace's tale. MCLXXII - "EVEDATTHATWHIC" Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips; To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves: The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips, How smooth and even they do bear themselves! And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. His subjects to oppression and contempt Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame? MCLXXIII - "HTHOUHASTDONER" His health was never better worth than now. Thou dost make possible things not so held, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow O, how it yearn'd my heart when I beheld Upon the instant that she was accused, How can they then assist me in the act? And falling from a hill, he was so bruised Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, To seal her father's eyes up close as oak- Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.' One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Neglect the visitation of my friends. Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! MCLXXIV - "OSESHAVETHORNS" O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. She do defeat us; for her life in Rome Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home. He finds himself beholding to us all. And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard This world had air'd them: hence I took a thought, How many of you have mine eyes beheld! Or whether since he is advis'd by aught Run back and bite, because he was withheld; No, good madam; I will not out of doors. Saying, I liked her ere I went to wars. MCLXXV - "ANDSILVERFOUNT" Against infection and the hand of war, Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: Divide your happy England into four; She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; Resolve your angry father, if my tongue For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste O spite! too old to be engaged to young. Under these windows, white and azure laced Not me begotten of a shepherd swain, The manner of my pity-wanting pain. MCLXXVI - "AINSMUDCLOUDSA" As fast as they are made, forgot as soon If not, the end of life cancels all bands; Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. My wit untrain'd in any kind of art. Unless I flatter with myself too much. Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. Curate and your sweet self are good at such Live each of you the subjects to his hate, Or how haps it I seek not to advance Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France! Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas; A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees? MCLXXVII - "NDECLIPSESSTAI" Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. Dim register and notary of shame! Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame? Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak. If broken, then it is no fault of mine. Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak, So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, Since Rome herself in them doth stand disgraced, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:-- Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? I like this well; he will return again. MCLXXVIII - "NBOTHMOONANDSU" Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong Being but the second generation O master, master I have watch'd so long That tremble at the imagination? How smooth and even they do bear themselves! Must I be his last refuge! His friends, like Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Of such a burden, male twins, both alike: Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans, And heave it shall some weight, or break my back: Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Deny their office: only you do lack Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. Unless thou couldst return to make amends? MCLXXIX - "NANDLOATHSOMEC" Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. And presently all humbled kiss the rod! Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God, Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb And three or four more of their growth we'll dress That I, unworthy body as I am, Hail, all you state of Greece! what shall be done Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; One vice, but of a minute old, for one My life stands in the level of your dreams, Either consent to pay this sum for me Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be. MCLXXX - "ANKERLIVESINSW" A' was a merry man--took up the child: No, no, I will not, having breath to cry: Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild; Enough; I read your fortune in your eye. Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, Let what is meet be said it must be meet, I would have left it on the board so soon Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up, Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup. Never did faithful subject more rejoice So shall you quietly enjoy your hope Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope. MCLXXXI - "EETESTBUDALLME" Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Even in the presence of the crowned king. The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Shines bright and never changes, but keeps his Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows: But such a headstrong potent fault it is, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host, Make thee the father of their idle dreams Extremity still urgeth such extremes. MCLXXXII - "NMAKEFAULTSAND" Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought; Much castigation, exercise devout; Above the reach or compass of thy thought? Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, And in my conduct shall your ladies come; Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, The blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves, Set foot under thy table. Tut, a toy! And yet not so; since I am sure my love's Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide. MCLXXXIII - "EVENIINTHISAUT" Engenders the black toad and adder blue, Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands. It is religion that doth make vows kept; I take this offer, then; pay the bond thrice No, when my father York and Edward wept, Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. He stories to her ears her husband's fame, Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank So to the laws at large I write my name: And twice by awkward wind from England's bank Until their greater pleasures first be known That I may venture to depart alone. MCLXXXIV - "HORIZINGTHYTRE" He took my father grossly, full of bread, Or hateful cuckoos hatch in sparrows' nests? Receive the blood: and when that they are dead, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure Now must I hide his body in some hole, Good friends for three reprieves for you and your That she with painted images hath spent; How many sons of mine hast thou in store, You may be pleased to catch at mine intent The other to enjoy by rage and war: Return'd my letter back. Then all alone Enough to purchase what you have made known. MCLXXXV - "SPASSWITHCOMPA" Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell? And will to-morrow with his trumpet call So I might have your company in hell, Small time, but in that small most greatly lived Which three till now never kept seat in one. Into the hearts of such as have not thrived That in your knowledge may by me be done, He will seek there, on my word. Neither press, Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, Of this great sport together, as you guess? Make an extent upon his house and lands. Plain and not honest is too harsh a style. A guard of patience: stay a little while. MCLXXXVI - "REMYSELFCORRUP" Receive the sentence of the law for sins Each man apart, all single and alone, My wretchedness unto a row of pins, Yes, something you can deny for your own Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse. Either thou art most ignorant by age, Let me persuade you take a better course. French thrift, you rogues; myself and skirted page. Construe my speeches better, if you may. Of all the court and princes of my blood: Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her. Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir. MCLXXXVII - "TINGSALVINGTHY" To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath If you should die before him, where's her dower? Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death. Get the learned writer to set down our Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, No praise to thee but what in thee doth live. Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Her aid she promised and assured success: Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us. MCLXXXVIII - "AMISSEXCUSINGT" As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climb My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns: In fine, delivers me to fill the time, Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds- Some high, some low, the painter was so nice; Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. eXceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm; Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands I see you what you are, you are too proud; Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart; Till the prince came, who parted either part. MCLXXXIX - "HYSINSMORETHAN" He was a gentleman on whom I built Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome, So full of artless jealousy is guilt In love whereof, half Hector stays at home; Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt Making not reservation of yourselves, Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns, Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns, His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. MCXC - "THYSINSAREFORT" That you shall say my cunning drift excels. Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Yet in the trial much opinion dwells; So he were like him and by Venus' side. I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made Such are the poor, in health--or else a feast, And I confess besides I am no maid: Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, For with the nightly linen that she wears Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease; Ready to catch each other by the throat, Therefore I do advise you take this note. MCXCI - "OTHYSENSUALFAU" Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains You that will follow me to this attempt, So may a thousand actions, once afoot. England and France might, through their amity, No, to the death, we will not move a foot; Sticking together in calamity. Until it wither with me to my grave And whirl along with thee about the globe. Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save, For putting on so new a fashion'd robe. And with the vantage of mine own excuse Upon the gad? Edmund, how now? What news? MCXCII - "LTIBRINGINSENS" Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. I do pronounce him in that very shape But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Reply not in how many fathoms deep If they were known, as the suspect is great, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight: I am content that he shall take the odds Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods. Each changing place with that which goes before, Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip! MCXCIII - "ETHYADVERSEPAR" Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: To have it added to the faults of mine, Happy in this, she is not yet so old Yea, and much better blood than his or thine. Among fresh female buds shall you this night Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France! Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place: So am I now: O no, that cannot be; Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. As, painfully to pore upon a book Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. MCXCIV - "TYISTHYADVOCAT" Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength, Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art; I'll get me one of such another length. Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart! To the wide world and all her fading sweets; How joyful am I made by this contract! Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, And lawful meaning in a lawful act, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Or, being open, put into his hands Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear And stain my favours in a bloody mask, The better that your lordship please to ask. MCXCV - "EANDGAINSTMYSE" Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste And here's the base fruit of his burning lust. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must; Girding with grievous siege castles and towns; And shall, or him we will accompany. If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, Noble philosopher, your company. Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove My chaplain to no creature living, but Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood. Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. MCXCVI - "LFALAWFULPLEAC" Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain. As did that one; and that, in my regard, Like Turk to Christian. Women's gentle brain And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest; Let me be no assistant for a state, Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn, Let it command a mirror hither straight, End in one purpose, and be all well borne And I will wish thee never more to dance, Come, sir, what letters had you late from France? MCXCVII - "OMMENCESUCHCIV" On any ground that I am ruler of, Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen--your son More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Expecting in return twenty for one? Neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, Early and late, debating to and fro See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Unless by robbing of your friends and us. Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose How often have I told you 'twould be thus! Chief architect and plotter of these woes: I will not tarry; no, nor ever more Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? MCXCVIII - "ILWARISINMYLOV" I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search Which with cold terror doth men's minds confound. And a true lover of the holy church. Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household; which If it were so, it was a grievous fault, So will I turn her virtue into pitch, I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, No matter then although my foot did stand My unprovided body, lanch'd mine arm; You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Like to a tenement or pelting farm: Or in my life what comfort, when I am Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? MCXCIX - "EANDHATETHATIA" Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? And such an instrument I was to use. Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains According to the statute of the town, To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains, Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move, That have my heart parted betwixt two friends I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours And swear I got them in the Gallia wars. MCC - "NACCESSARYNEED" Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, And more, much more. The time will bring it out. Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Can change their moons and bring their times about Even like a man new haled from the rack, Shall in procession sing her endless praise. Save a proud rider on so proud a back. As the poor frighted deer, that stands at gaze, Revenue, execution of the rest, You are but newly planted in your throne; Now one the better, then another best; Enough to purchase what you have made known. Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? MCCI - "SMUSTBETOTHATS" Shall be the war that Henry means to use. Might I but live to see thee in my touch, Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, She made good view of me; indeed, so much, That you affect; and so must you resolve, But not without that harmful stroke which since Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve The one of them contains my picture, prince: Of all the voices that we have procured To your protection I commend me, gods. He hath, my lord; but be you well assured, And he to yours, and all of you to God's! These sentences, to sugar, or to gall, So to be valiant is no praise at all. MCCII - "WEETTHIEFWHICH" With other princes that may best be spared, England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, Esteem him as a lamb, being compared The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, Hath yielded up his body to the grave; I did but tell her she mistook her frets, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! For taking so the head, your whole head's length. What stays had I but they? and they are gone. Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength, In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax. MCCIII - "SOURLYROBSFROM" Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Or any he the proudest of thy sort. Uproar the universal peace, confound Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! Or to the place of diff'rence call the swords Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould. Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held From whom my absence was not six months old Run back and bite, because he was withheld; On what submissive message art thou sent? My sighs and tears and will not once relent? MCCIV - "MELETMECONFESS" My blood begins my safer guides to rule; Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Let my unsounded self, supposed a fool, Every man shift for all the rest, and Too little payment for so great a debt. My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing, Either be gone before the watch be set, Comes armed through our watch, so like the King O, sir, I find her milder than she was; Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, For this effect defective comes by cause. Endue you with the people's voice: remains She is not well. Convey her to my tent. Sister, content you in my discontent. MCCV - "THATWETWOMUSTB" Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs: And with a larger tether may he walk The face, that map which deep impression bears What must the king do now? must he submit? Either of king or council, when you went To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent Of noble blood in this declining land. My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: Unless some dull and favourable hand So were their daggers, which unwiped we found Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. But did you not request to have it cut? MCCVI - "ETWAINALTHOUGH" Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard The basin that receives your guilty blood. Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard: As doth a rock against the chiding flood, If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, A light condition in a beauty dark. Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us! To cipher me how fondly I did dote; Have all his ventures fail'd? What, not one hit? Or rudely visit them in parts remote, Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; Go after him; for he perhaps shall need Here is a silly stately style indeed! MCCVII - "OURUNDIVIDEDLO" Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, Under the tide: but now I breathe again Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, Until you see her die again; for then Now cheer each other in each other's love Done to me, undeserving as I am, I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of. Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? I do remember how my father said Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes: Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Deny your asking: take your choice of those Let her who would be rid of him devise Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. MCCVIII - "VESAREONESOSHA" Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much? Away the performance: therefore, much drink Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- Even so void is your false heart of truth. Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth; Each changing place with that which goes before, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Other course you please, which the time shall more So hot a speed with such advice disposed, He would quickly have the gift of a grave. And shall the same give pardon to a slave? MCCIX - "LLTHOSEBLOTSTH" Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: Having no more but thought of what thou wert, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, Either thou art most ignorant by age, But thou didst understand me by my signs Lo, citizens, he says he is content: On purpose shut the doors against his way. They burn in indignation. I repent: She bade good night that kept my rest away; Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks: Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks. MCCX - "ATDOWITHMEREMA" A couching lion and a ramping cat, The key whereof myself have ever kept; Defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. Which ever in the haunch of winter sings I guess one angel in another's hell; They hail'd him father to a line of kings: Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved, And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved! MCCXI - "INWITHOUTTHYHE" I am not barren to bring forth complaints Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, Which out of daily fortune ever taints I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit, Under the service of a child as soon The consequence is then thy jealous fits The precious jewel of thy home return. Have scared thy husband from the use of wits. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave. Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! MCCXII - "LPBYMEBEBORNEA" Let her who would be rid of him devise Play with his locks: then would Adonis weep; But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep: My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought But we are spirits of another sort: Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Rather than bloody war shall cut them short, No longer on Saint Denis will we cry, Each one demand an answer to his part A serpent that will sting thee to the heart. MCCXIII - "LONEINOURTWOLO" Leap in with me into this angry flood, Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Exposing what is mortal and unsure I am content that he shall take the odds Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends, Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods, Unless thou couldst return to make amends? Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove Within the limit of becoming mirth, Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move Levied an army, weening to redeem O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! MCCXIV - "VESTHEREISBUTO" Values itself so highly that to her Even for this let us divided live, Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells: Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. I fear it much; and I do fear besides, Say to the king the knowledge of the broil Between whose endless jar justice resides, Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil The violence of either thee becomes, O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes! MCCXV - "NERESPECTTHOUG" Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! Endue you with the people's voice: remains Call for the music in the other room. That he his high authority abused, Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word. How were they lost? what treachery was used? Of that report which I so oft have heard. Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here? Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! MCCXVI - "HINOURLIVESASE" Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul I will consider; what you have to say Now must I hide his body in some hole, Open your gates and gives the victors way. Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well. Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell In the dark backward and abysm of time? Visit the speechless sick and still converse Ere once she can discharge one word of woe: Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse. And send him word by me which way you go. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. MCCXVII - "PARABLESPITEWH" Put but a little water in a spoon, And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know, Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins? Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours. Endue you with the people's voice: remains So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, Presence must be the whip of the other. I will converse with iron-witted fools That Edward is escaped from your brother, Either they must be dieted like mules With gentle travail, to the gladding of Her that so wishes and her humble love! MCCXVIII - "ICHTHOUGHITALT" Is partly to behold my lady's face; Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves, His company must do his minions grace, That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent, O, why should nature build so foul a den, Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent. Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again, Here is my hand; the premises observed, I'll be so bold to take what they have left. Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserved And scape detecting, I will pay the theft. Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat To be commenced in strands afar remote. MCCXIX - "ERNOTLOVESSOLE" Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Remember whom you are to cope withal; Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, Or by the father there were none at all; Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Of your dear mother England, blush for shame; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Save in aspect, hath all offence seal'd up; She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Loyalty, something fears me to think of. Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. MCCXX - "EFFECTYETDOTHI" Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! First, in this forest let us do those ends Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. To endless date of never-ending woes? You sent me for a rope's end as soon: Except it be to pray against thy foes. The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch Deliver him to safety; and return, O, speak no more, for I have heard too much. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. How often said, my dignity would last If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass. MCCXXI - "TSTEALSWEETHOU" Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Spoke like a tail fellow that respects his The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: And knows not how to do it but with tears. Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown Slaver with lips as common as the stairs With modesty admiring thy renown, Expecting in return twenty for one? Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. That would hang us, every mother's son. Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Or whether revolution be the same. Using no other weapon but his name. MCCXXII - "RSFROMLOVESDEL" Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, She bids me think how I have been forsworn For I have bills for money by exchange Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, Must have inventions to delight the taste, Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! Outruns the eye that doth behold his haste, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen: Escap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace. MCCXXIII - "IGHTIMAYNOTEVE" If this but answer to my just belief, Good parts aside I have no other charms. Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: To-morrow morning call some knight to arms I shall be well content with any choice Men, more divine, the masters of all these, And flatters her it is Adonis' voice. Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys No messenger, but thine; and all alone Of those that served Mark Antony but late, That keeps you in the house, and not your own. Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! MCCXXIV - "RMOREACKNOWLED" Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. My speech should fall into such vile success Of what is to continue: never mind Rebuke and dread correction wait on us Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? And, lo, there falls into thy boundless flood Come hither, William; hold up your head; come. Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear: Our archers shall be placed in the midst Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here, Lay hold upon him: if he do resist, Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. MCCXXV - "GETHEELESTMYBE" Great traveller, and wild Half-can that stabbed Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed, Harp not on that string, madam; that is past. Even for this let us divided live, Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Love for thy love and hand for hand I give. Excels whatever yet you look'd upon So is it in the music of men's lives. The labour of each knight in his device. Methinks they should invite them without knives; Yea, twice the sum: if that will not suffice, Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong Else had she with her father rang'd along. MCCXXVI - "WAILEDGUILTSHO" We cannot feel too little, hear too much. And yet not so; since I am sure my love's In my most ill-composed affection such Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it! Good morrow, Kate- for that's your name, I hear. Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, I dare your quenchless fury to more rage: Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did. To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Henry is youthful and will quickly yield. Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field. MCCXXVII - "ULDDOTHEESHAME" Unto the brother of your loving bride; Let them not cease, but with a din confused Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside: Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but This blended knight, half Trojan and half Greek. Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege; He gave his honours to the world again, All preparation for a bloody siege My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? MCCXXVIII - "NORTHOUWITHPUB" Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here, Of the old, feeble and day-wearied sun, Reputation. Come, shall we to this gear? To make such means for her as thou hast done Had all your quarters been as safely kept Of full three thousand ducats. What of that? Under whose shade the ramping lion slept, What if my house be troubled with a rat I will be thine; and till that instant shut These English woes will make me smile in France. Have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. MCCXXIX - "LICKINDNESSHON" Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. I all alone beweep my outcast state Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine: Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, If Marcus did not name the word of hands! Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands No, my good lords, it is not that offends; Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Say they be fled; Germans are honest men. Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet. Heavy! belike it hath some burden then? Of fool and feather that they got in France, Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance. MCCXXX - "OURMEUNLESSTHO" O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate; Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, Effect it with some care, that he may prove Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke Even in the presence of the crowned king. Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. MCCXXXI - "UTAKETHATHONOU" Under whose shade the ramping lion slept, There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food; And when my uncle told me so, he wept, Know, gentle wench, it small avails my mood: Expect your highness' doom of life or death. The mere despair of surgery, he cures, How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; The commons will not then be satisfied. How much you were my conqueror; and that O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Now was she just before him as he sat, Or whether revolution be the same. Using no other weapon but his name. MCCXXXII - "RFROMTHYNAMEBU" Regard me as I do not flatter, and For whom he now is banish'd, her own price Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand; Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each That labour on the bosom of this sphere Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech, Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives? And, in a word, but even now worth this, Methinks they should invite them without knives; Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. But what says she to me? be brief, my good Upon the brook that brawls along this wood! MCCXXXIII - "TDONOTSOILOVET" This packet, please it you, contains at large. Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,-- Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, Save when command to your dismission tends, Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars If one good deed in all my life I did, Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you now: Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Than both your poets can in praise devise. MCCXXXIV - "HEEINSUCHSORTA" Here stand a pair of honourable men; Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Establish him in his true sense again, It should be now, but that my fear is this, Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon, Still live they and for ever may they last! Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, How I may be deliver'd of these woes, So say we too, but not by Edward's wife; Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows. Retaining but a quantity of life, Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. MCCXXXV - "STHOUBEINGMINE" Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! That love the fundamental part of state He has borne all things well: and I do think O God! that one might read the book of fate, Until thy head be circled with the same. Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Envy your great deservings and good name, I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech: Northumberland, say thus the king returns: Get the learned writer to set down our Madam, it will not lie where it concerns If you should die before him, where's her dower? Nor no one here; for curses never pass Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. MCCXXXVI - "MINEISTHYGOODR" Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here? I like him not, nor stands it safe with us Not making worse what nature made so clear, Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less It is noised he hath a mass of treasure. Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while! Than in possession and jot of pleasure. Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!-- Grow great by your example and put on Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Receive each other. God speak this Amen! MCCXXXVII - "EPORTASADECREP" Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Poor pelting villages, sheepcotes, and mills, Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills To join your hearts in love and amity. And all my honest faith in thee is lost, Sticking together in calamity. As offer'd mercy is. What was the last Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Exception bid him speak, and at this time Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Please you draw near. Louder the music there! MCCXXXVIII - "ITFATHERTAKESD" I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal The noisome weeds, which without profit suck Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel. And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast Effect it with some care, that he may prove Receiving them from such a worthless post. That no supporter but the huge firm earth And thou art wedded to calamity. Knights of the garter were of noble birth, England and France might, through their amity, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place! MCCXXXIX - "ELIGHTTOSEEHIS" Endue you with the people's voice: remains Let's want no discipline, make no delay, I pledge your Grace; and if you knew what pains Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, This morning are they fled away and gone; That in the way of loyalty and truth Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Either to get the town again or die: He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word; If at Philippi we do face him there, Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. MCCXL - "ACTIVECHILDDOD" All kinds of arguments and question deep, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an How say you sir? Can you deny all this? I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, Like witless antics, one another meet, Double six thousand, and then treble that, Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide. MCCXLI - "EEDSOFYOUTHSOI" Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? Shall plead for me and tell my loving tale: Only this proof I'll of thy valour make, For do but note a wild and wanton herd, You would have thought the very windows spake, Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel, Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast Scorn now their hand should give them burial. Of this escape and whither they are bound; I have done so, but he's not to be found. MCCXLII - "MADELAMEBYFORT" Make mouths upon me when I turn my back; A beast, to bear every knave's wrong. Deny their office: only you do lack Else had she with her father rang'd along. Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, And, when he says he is, say that he dreams, Most true it is that I have look'd on truth Extremity still urgeth such extremes. But when from highmost pitch, with weary car, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the pow'rful sun, For such as I am all true lovers are, On greatness' favour dream as I have done, Richer than that which four successive kings Therefore no more of it: hear other things. MCCXLIII - "UNESDEARESTSPI" Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast, Establish him in his true sense again, So like to him that got it, if thou hast Dispersed those vapours that offended us; Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. The care I had and have of subjects' good Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them. Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! MCCXLIV - "TETAKEALLMYCOM" Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate! Even so void is your false heart of truth. The more that Henry was unfortunate. A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair, Even for this let us divided live, And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air Love for thy love and hand for hand I give. Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out, Much in the letters; nothing in the praise. You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. Most honourably doth unhold his word. MCCXLV - "FORTOFTHYWORTH" Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine, Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, This and my food are equals; there's no odds: Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard For on my heart they tread now whilst I live; Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard: Henry is dead and never shall revive: Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled: We'll none of that: that have I told my love, Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of To lay on me a cruelty, by taking He speaks not like a man of God's making. MCCXLVI - "ANDTRUTHFORWHE" Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends, No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, Do, chapels had been churches and poor men's The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair? The manner how this action hath been borne Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great O my good lord, when I was like this maid, Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: Wherein my sword had not impressure made Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine, Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. MCCXLVII - "THERBEAUTYBIRT" The burning torch in yonder turret stands. He murder cries and help from Athens calls. England, impatient of your just demands, Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls: By'r lady, he is a good musician. Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. And say you do't by our permission; Under these windows, white and azure laced To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb Borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his In doing courtesies, and one in whom Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. That will not trust thee but for profit's sake? MCCXLVIII - "HORWEALTHORWIT" Have aught committed that is hardly borne Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. As I intend more good to you and yours, Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Have they been merry! which their keepers call O'ercome you with her show, and in time, Remember whom you are to cope withal; Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime. In the end of autumn turned to the rams, To revel in the entrails of my lambs. MCCXLIX - "ORANYOFTHESEAL" O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; And now at length they overflow their banks. No masque to-night: the wind is come about; You are so strongly in my purpose bred Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw-- For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. How shall I honour thee for this success? Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, Success and conquest to attend on us. Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest? MCCL - "LORALLORMOREEN" Love's stories written in love's richest book. Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. And show thee all the treasure we have got, Lucretia's glove, wherein her needle sticks: Let's choose executors and talk of wills: Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine Offer their own lives in their young's defence? Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Either be patient, and entreat me fair, No; let my father seek another heir. MCCLI - "TITLEDINTHYPAR" They swell, and grow as terrible as storms. In whose comparison all whites are ink, The extreme parts of time extremely forms Leave nothing out for length, and make us think Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. If I had play'd the desk or table book, Nor never seek prevention of thy foes. Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; He veils his tail that, like a falling plume, Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. Return and tell him so: we know the worst. MCCLII - "TSDOCROWNEDSIT" That if it would but apprehend some joy, She, silly queen, with more than love's good will, Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy O me! come near me now I am much ill. Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeased Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! Only be patient till we have appeased Whether I live or die, be you the sons Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us? Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Do me but right, and you must all confess Such comfort as do lusty young men feel I will not reason what is meant hereby, Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. MCCLIII - "IMAKEMYLOVEENG" Is my strict fast; I mean, my children's looks; My lord, in the base court he doth attend As rootedly as I. Burn but his books. Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend, Early and late, debating to and fro Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts, You understand me not that tell me so: Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. No, my good lords, it is not that offends; Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. MCCLIV - "RAFTEDTOTHISST" Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. And still rest thine. The storm begins; poor wretch, Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! Think you I can a resolution fetch Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands They are, my lord, without the palace gate. O, had the monster seen those lily hands The dearer by I know how much an ounce. Ha! little honour to be much believed, Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce Such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived; Steal thine own freedom and complain on theft. This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left. MCCLV - "ORESOTHENIAMNO" On pain of death, no person be so bold Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: So be my grave my peace as here I give O, throw away the worser part of it, This heavy act with heavy heart relate. His weapons holy saws of sacred writ, Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, If you think meet, this afternoon will post And there reigns love and all love's loving parts, My lord, you do discomfort all the host! Niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks! there's Of hard misfortune, carved in it with tears. MCCLVI - "TLAMEPOORNORDE" That to his borrow'd bed he make retire, Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. And to fulfil his prince' desire, Means to immure herself and not be seen. Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. Pronounce that sentence, then, on me, my liege; One that will play the devil, sir, with you, Ordained is to raise this tedious siege Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, Now, sir, who's a cuckold now? Master Brook, Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. MCCLVII - "SPISEDWHILSTTH" Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: I dare be bound he's true and shall perform Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife! Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Doing the execution and the act Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. How joyful am I made by this contract! Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits There is no malice in this burning coal; Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps, His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. MCCLVIII - "ATTHISSHADOWDO" A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis The ample proposition that hope makes Had of your father claim'd this son for his? I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench, Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, An offer, uncle, that we will accept: Dumb jewels often in their silent kind O, in a tomb where never scandal slept, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find Do, good old grandsire, and withal make known O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown! MCCLIX - "THSUCHSUBSTANC" That labour may you save: see where he comes. He had, my lord: and when he ran in here, She shall be habited as it becomes Until her husband's welfare she did hear; Contrary, if Hero would be my wife. His noble friends and fellows, whom to leave Some happy mean to end a hapless life. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full. A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you Come, let me see what task I have to do. MCCLX - "EGIVETHATIINTH" Even so void is your false heart of truth. Give it to me: what, is it in the case? In having known no travel in his youth. Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Take thou that too, with multiplying bans! Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like And interchangeably set down their hands, To show how quaint an orator you are: If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, If on my credit you dare build so far Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot, How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot? MCCLXI - "YABUNDANCEAMSU" You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? And beauty making beautiful old rhyme Before my God, I might not this believe Under these hard conditions as this time Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like And plant in tyrants mild humility. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Could say she were worse: think you of a worse Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse. More should I question thee, and more I must, Such as befits the pleasure of the court? Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? MCCLXII - "FFICEDANDBYAPA" Form of the thing, each word made true and good, For we were subjects but while you were king. I cannot make you what amends I would, Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing Engaging and redeeming of himself Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends, And, not without some scandal to yourself, No, my good lords, it is not that offends; Do not, in grant of all demands at large, Because I would not see thy cruel nails Your gracious self to take on you the charge And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails, Playing the place which did no form receive, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave. MCCLXIII - "RTOFALLTHYGLOR" Ready to catch each other by the throat, To pluck down justice from your awful bench, Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat, From forth the ranks of many thousand French, A wither'd branch, that's only green at top; Let him be ransom'd: never master had Like to a censer in a barber's shop. Thy overflow of good converts to bad, Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea? Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave: Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Let him have time against himself to rave, O Richard! York is too far gone with grief, Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief. MCCLXIV - "YLIVELOOKWHATI" You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark. Let him alone, for I remember now It was the nightingale, and not the lark, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Let not the piece of virtue, which is set Or by what means got'st thou to be released? One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak. When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push How I would make him fawn and beg and seek Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, That both mine eyes were rainy like to his : It shall be what o'clock I say it is. MCCLXV - "SBESTTHATBESTI" Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, But when contention and occasion meet, Ere once she can discharge one word of woe: Since I must lose the use of all deceit? To stop affliction, let him take his haste, This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange Have of their puissance made a little taste. And says that once more I shall interchange To crouch in litter of your stable planks, But did you not request to have it cut? Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! The herd hath more annoyance by the breeze I cannot be much lower than my knees. MCCLXVI - "WISHINTHEETHIS" Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, He was a gentleman on whom I built I am the last of noble Edward's sons, Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims The fountain from the which my current runs, He would not answer to: forbad all names; Even so void is your false heart of truth. Expecting in return twenty for one? Their bodies to the lust of English youth Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. It shall advantage more than do us wrong. Shall never see so much, nor live so long. MCCLXVII - "WISHIHAVETHENT" Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? If this be error and upon me proved, So two, together weeping, make one woe. How I have ever loved the life removed Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge, How can the law forbid my tongue to curse? And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Visit the speechless sick and still converse Engaging and redeeming of himself There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends; Horatio!- or I do forget myself. Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. MCCLXVIII - "ENTIMESHAPPYME" Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you, Then have my lips the sin that they have took. I pray you, tarry: pause a day or two My mind hath been as big as one of yours, Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, Her brother is in secret come from France; As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse; Pies; mace; dates?--none, that's out of my note; You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house: Might be affronted with the match and weight Eternal numbers to outlive long date. MCCLXIX - "HOWCANMYMUSEWA" Having first seized his books, or with a log One friend to take his fortune by the arm, Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, Cannot a plain man live and think no harm, Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn! Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, You have a noble and a true conceit My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Up- so. How is't? Feel you your legs? You stand. Spending his manly marrow in her arms, Every man shift for all the rest, and Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost-- Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last. MCCLXX - "NTSUBJECTTOINV" No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse, Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, Unless good counsel may the cause remove. But with as humble lowliness of mind Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France; Expect him here: when he shall come and find Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance: The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Tell-tale nor no breed-bate: his worst fault is, O, yes, my lord, but very idle words; I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis, No, gentle madam; I unworthy am Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? MCCLXXI - "ENTWHILETHOUDO" Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. No bitterness that I will bitter think, To-morrow will I wear it on my helm, Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink Hath for your love a great a pang of heart Is found a truth now: for it grows again Let them have scope: though what they do impart Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Drove back again unto my native clime? Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. MCCLXXII - "STBREATHETHATP" Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves; To new-found methods and to compounds strange? But this I know, they have demean'd themselves Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, Envenom him with words, or get thee gone As the death-bed whereon it must expire That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Each Trojan that is master of his heart, That do contrive how many hands shall strike, How can I then be elder than thou art? And to proclaim it civilly, were like Then let your will attend on their accords. Poor we may call them in their native lords. MCCLXXIII - "OURSTINTOMYVER" Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what make you here? Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Rather to wonder at the things you hear Say that I linger'd with you at your shop Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, I had forgot! 'Tis so concluded on. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John; O noble judge! O excellent young man! Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf? Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, Right glad I am he was not at this fray. MCCLXXIV - "SETHINEOWNSWEE" Shall be discover'd; please you, sit and hark. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! They would not mark me, or if they did mark, Her best is better'd with a more delight. If you did know to whom I gave the ring, Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some Egregious murderer, thief, any thing O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Without eyes, ears and harmful sound of words; No other obligation! By my life, Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, Why do you look so strange upon your wife? Extorted treasure in the womb of earth England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. MCCLXXV - "TARGUMENTTOOEX" To seem like him: so that in speech, in gait, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: Great Albion's queen in former golden days: Unto the legions on the other side. My sister may receive it much more worse, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Nor was not to be equall'd;'--thus your verse That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and loved? That from it all consideration slips! Of credit infinite, highly beloved, O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, eXcept to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. MCCLXXVI - "CELLENTFOREVER" Could witness it, for he was with me then; Empale him with your weapons round about; Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that That yet can do thee office? If thou hast, For some, untuck'd, descended her sheaved hat, O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. MCCLXXVII - "YVULGARPAPERTO" Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Uneath may she endure the flinty streets, Let it be who it is: for Romans now Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn! Record it with your high and worthy deeds: Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn; And that be heir to his unhappiness! Play with your fancies, and in them behold Each day still better other's happiness; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent, Of his bright passage to the occident. MCCLXXVIII - "REHEARSEOGIVET" Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake; Each jealous of the other, as the stung Another time mine eye is my heart's guest Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to jest, Establish him in his true sense again, On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Go muster men; but, hear you, leave behind I shall indue you with: meantime but ask Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Edward and York; then haply she will weep: That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. MCCLXXIX - "HYSELFTHETHANK" Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear Like fragments in hard voyages, became For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. To tell your grace, that, having heard by fame How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, Even in the presence of the crowned king. That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think Hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. Away the performance: therefore, much drink Neither of either; I remit both twain. Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain. MCCLXXX - "SIFAUGHTINMEWO" Such as seafaring men provide for storms; I look'd her in the face, and saw her led Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms, And who cannot abuse a body dead? Under pretence to see the queen his aunt-- Guilty of treason, forgery, and shift, Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt, That from my first have been inclined to thrift; I know you wise, but yet no farther wise Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. Making a famine where abundance lies, Else shall you not have any hand at all When they have lost and forfeited themselves? Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. MCCLXXXI - "RTHYPERUSALSTA" Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: Here was he merry, hearing of a song. You are as fond of grief as of your child. Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Since I first call'd my brother's father dad. Ay, my good lord; a son that well deserves Let him be ransom'd: never master had Success or loss, what is or is not, serves That liked, but had a rougher task in hand As more at large your grace shall understand. MCCLXXXII - "NDAGAINSTTHYSI" Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Defend the justice of my cause with arms, As more at large your grace shall understand. Good parts aside I have no other charms. And graceless traitor to her loving lord? I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips, That I would set my lie on any chance, The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams His father revell'd in the heart of France, You came not of one mother then, it seems. Say I am merry: come to me again, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. MCCLXXXIII - "GHTFORWHOSSODU" Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount He entertain'd a show so seeming just, There is a gentleman that serves the count For which I would not plead, but that I must; O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts; Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed. Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. Her face the book of praises, where is read Or women's sake, by whom we men are men, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough Should hold up high in brass, and such again Or shall we sparingly show you far off Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence! Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense. MCCLXXXIV - "MBTHATCANNOTWR" Methinks I should not thus be led along, But she is arm'd for him and keeps her guard That policy may either last so long, He took me by the wrist and held me hard; And you yourself shall steer the happy helm. That the precipitation might down stretch Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm; And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch, Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, Nor none so bad, but it may well be told. Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Was carried towards Corinth, as we thought. Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. MCCLXXXV - "ITETOTHEEWHENT" In no less working than are swords and bows This morning for ten thousand of your throats Except it be to pray against thy foes. The lining of his coffers shall make coats O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;-- Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently, England shall give him office, honour, might; Which made me down to throw my books, and fly-- Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Embowell'd will I see thee by and by: Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish To put good meat into an unclean dish. MCCLXXXVI - "HOUTHYSELFDOST" How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' sword; Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds; The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord! Hearing of your arrival in this realm, Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought, Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm; Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come. Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Sure, these are but imaginary wiles Take you your instrument, play you the whiles! MCCLXXXVII - "GIVEINVENTIONL" Got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup. Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up, I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy In this I'll be impartial; be you judge Or sells eternity to get a toy? Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. MCCLXXXVIII - "IGHTBETHOUTHET" It seem'd they would debate with angry swords. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; How far into the morning is it, lords? The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt; Being mechanical, you ought not walk Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel. That it will quickly drop; my day is dim. Had I but served my God with half the zeal Except a sword or sceptre balance it: The due of honour in no point omit. MCCLXXXIX - "ENTHMUSETENTIM" Effect it with some care, that he may prove Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, He never was so womanish; the cause Marcus, my brother! 'tis sad Titus calls. Unworthy thee,--if ever henceforth thou Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit, Ere further leisure yield them further means Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot. To be depender on a thing that leans, It shall be eased, if France can yield relief. Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. MCCXC - "ESMOREINWORTHT" Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; She would not lose it: her attendants are My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar! Refuse you for my judge; whom, yet once more, Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve I had no judgment when to her I swore. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel; Render me worthy of this noble wife! To use so rude behavior; go to, kneel. Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge, This packet, please it you, contains at large. MCCXCI - "HANTHOSEOLDNIN" Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Twelve several times, and I have nightly since He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale, Out of mine own; his days and times are past Sleeping or waking must I still prevail, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink! Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? No bitterness that I will bitter think, If then thy spirit look upon us now, Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow. MCCXCII - "EWHICHRHYMERSI" Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. We were not all unkind, nor all deserve Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud, I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Her honour is an essence that's not seen; Remove these thoughts from you: the which before Have by the very cunning of the scene You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns: Except it be to pray against thy foes. Razeth your cities and subverts your towns Show me your image in some antique book, If you suppose as fearing you it shook. MCCXCIII - "NVOCATEANDHETH" Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: On either side I come to spend my breath; Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his And he, the noble image of my youth, The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; Even so void is your false heart of truth. And crowns for convoy put into his purse: Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her? Door would speak with you: he says he comes from Himself! no, he's not himself: would a' were Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? That in a Christian climate souls refined He says they can do nothing in this kind. MCCXCIV - "ATCALLSONTHEEL" A sign of dignity, a garish flag, Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh. Caesar made here; but made not here his brag A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites, Let me go grind their bones to powder small Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall! Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause, The thing we have; and, all for want of wit, Have banged the youth into dumbness. This was Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Expecting in return twenty for one? Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done. MCCXCV - "ETHIMBRINGFORT" Employ'd you where high profits might come home, The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls. He hath brought many captives home to Rome I do beweep to many simple gulls Myself, as far as I could well discern By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! Ready to go, but never to return. I like your silence, it the more shows off Never did faithful subject more rejoice Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse: For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Of soft petitions, pity and remorse, Returns with precious jading to the bay Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. MCCXCVI - "HETERNALNUMBER" Have scared thy husband from the use of wits. Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits. Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit No bitterness that I will bitter think, A man already made, as to remit Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink! Name her not now, sir; she's a deadly theme. Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent. My love and her desert; that canst not dream, Brother of England, how may we content Edward and Clarence. O, what cause have I, Richard, enough; I will be king, or die. MCCXCVII - "STOOUTLIVELONG" Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? The story that is printed in her blood? On me, my bargains and my well-won thrift, Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud? Under these windows, white and azure laced That in their kind they speak it: only sin Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: I pull in resolution, and begin Verona, for a while I take my leave, Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, No matter whither, so you come not here. Good morrow, Kate- for that's your name, I hear. MCCXCVIII - "DATEIFMYSLIGHT" Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike And he my husband best of all affects. Than those I shed for him. What was he like? Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn, Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear. My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them. Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends: I would be so triumphant as I am? Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. How have you made division of yourself? That I have much ado to know myself. MCCXCIX - "MUSEDOPLEASETH" Methought I had; and often did I strive Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Shall as a pattern or a measure live Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Of six preceding ancestors, that gem, Posterity, await for wretched years, Let me have open means to come to them, Exception bid him speak, and at this time And pray thee take this mercy to provide Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone Have I not reason to prefer mine own? MCCC - "ESECURIOUSDAYS" Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, Seditious to his grace and to the state. Each present lord began to promise aid, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: Unquestion'd welcome and undoubted blest. Romeo, that she were, O, that she were I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest Obey the bride, you that attend on her; Unto a stranger knight to be so bold: Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge: Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Your lord and master did well to make his Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. MCCCI - "THEPAINBEMINEB" The burning torch in yonder turret stands. Hath willingly departed with a part, England, impatient of your just demands, Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart And still enjoy thy regal dignity. I see a better state to me belongs Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; Edward and York; then haply she will weep: My love shall hear the music of my hounds. I find it still, when I have list to sleep: Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just. MCCCII - "UTTHINESHALLBE" Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave Those that would die or ere resist are grown Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive Have I not reason to prefer mine own? I would not thy good deeds should from my lips No less in pity than his glory which Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: So will I turn her virtue into pitch, Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones A woeful hostess brooks not merry guests: Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head; Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? MCCCIII - "THEPRAISEOHOWT" The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal: Establish him in his true sense again, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? I came unto your court for honour's cause, She that was ever fair and never proud, Each in his office ready at thy beck. Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Once did I get him bound and sent him home, Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. MCCCIV - "HYWORTHWITHMAN" Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives. You see how simple and how fond I am. Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. That tremble at the imagination? Had not their bark been very slow of sail; Were't not that, by great preservation, In all her best array bear her to church: That he would labour my delivery. He is but one: you and my brother search My lodging out. Give him a livery And shall, or some of us will smart for it. Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. MCCCV - "NERSMAYISINGWH" Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance. Eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. Reignier, her father, to the king of France Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look? My chaplain to no creature living, but A light condition in a beauty dark. You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what. Into the main of waters. Music! hark! Seducing so my friends; and, to this end, I may not go without you to the kings. Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Which I denying, they fell sick and died; Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside. MCCCVI - "ENTHOUARTALLTH" Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange, He would not answer to: forbad all names; Of both your armies; whose equality Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks Attend your office and your quality. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; A mighty and a fearful head they are, Lies my consent and fair according voice. Like to a dismal clangour heard from far, This sound of hope doth labour to expel; Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. MCCCVII - "EBETTERPARTOFM" Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, Every man shift for all the rest, and Thou canst not say I did it: never shake They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Envy your great deservings and good name, Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game. All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. Of that proud man that did usurp his back? From thee to die were torture more than death: May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath. MCCCVIII - "EWHATCANMINEOW" Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. Why should we in the compass of a pale He is but one: you and my brother search And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. To scorch your face and to disfigure you. Come on, lay it by: and let's first see moe And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Not of that dye which their investments show, My love with words and errors still she feeds; Is business of estate; in which we come Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Of both your armies; whose equality What is thy name? I know thy quality. MCCCIX - "NPRAISETOMINEO" Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace. Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Richer than sea and land? O, theft most base, And curd, like eager droppings into milk, In all which time you and your husband Grey She shall not long continue love to him. Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: That it will quickly drop; my day is dim. O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind, More upon humour than advised respect. I must be cruel, only to be kind; Nor construe any further my neglect, Empties itself, as doth an inland brook O, who can give an oath? where is a book? MCCCX - "WNSELFBRINGAND" Where are thy children? wherein dost thou, joy? Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Sith in his prime Death doth my love destroy, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Looking before and after, gave us not Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief; But fear the main intendment of the Scot, Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief. I hope this reason stands for my excuse. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says Go, take it up unto thy master's use. And hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: Depose him in the justice of his cause. MCCCXI - "WHATISTBUTMINE" We'll show thee Io as she was a maid Here at my house and at my proper cost. And I had many living to upbraid That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost I long to know the truth hereof at large. So shall you quietly enjoy your hope That yarely frame the office. From the barge Before you all, appeal unto the pope, Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent. Than in possession and jot of pleasure. My mother is assailed in our tent, It is noised he hath a mass of treasure. Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine, Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. MCCCXII - "OWNWHENIPRAISE" O Mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed, What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands! Nor iron on his heel! I am ashamed When it is mingled with regards that stands How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now? Environed with all these hideous fears? Needs must I under my transgression bow, In sight of England and her lordly peers, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, I am best pleased to be from such a deed. Sometime all full with feasting on your sight Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! MCCCXIII - "THEEEVENFORTHI" These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his: Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ere such another Julius. Britain is England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Now, welcome, Kate: and bear me witness all, For the base matter to illuminate O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, The breese upon her, like a cow in June, How she opposes her against my will In the world, if a' could get her good-will. MCCCXIV - "SLETUSDIVIDEDL" Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave, Lions more confident, mountains and rocks Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Seeming to bury that posterity Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence! It is no sin at all, but charity. Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. If sad and merry madness equal be. During whose reign the Percies of the north, Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee Dispersed those vapours that offended us; Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess. MCCCXV - "IVEANDOURDEARL" If that thy father live, let him repent Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Either of king or council, when you went And never from this palace of dim night Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke; O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed? Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak. Return, return, and make thy love amends. Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword? Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Loseth his pride and never waxeth strong. MCCCXVI - "OVELOSENAMEOFS" O, had the monster seen those lily hands Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; England, impatient of your just demands, Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. And salt too little which may season give Master, your love must live a maid at home; Even for this let us divided live, Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. For goodness' sake, consider what you do; Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you. MCCCXVII - "INGLEONETHATBY" I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. Exposing what is mortal and unsure Of that proud man that did usurp his back? Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, Even like a man new haled from the rack, Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ: How covert matters may be best disclosed, And when my knightly stomach is sufficed, The mariners say how thou hast disposed But the worst of me. So, I leave you, sir, You should enter, if your trade be to her. MCCCXVIII - "THISSEPARATION" The king shall be contented: must he lose Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. I think there is not half a kiss to choose So old and white as this! O! O! 'tis foul! She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind. Enough to stifle such a villain up. Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind, Are they gone, and there they intend to sup. Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them And better in my mind not undertook. Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am I must be patient till the heavens look O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed, Never hung poison on a fouler toad. MCCCXIX - "IMAYGIVETHATDU" I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. More should I question thee, and more I must, And give your hearts to, when they once perceive You never had a servant to whose trust Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take Values itself so highly that to her Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Her highness is in safety, fear you not: And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, That thou so many princes at a shot Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? MCCCXX - "ETOTHEEWHICHTH" Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar! To spite a raven's heart within a dove. His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes; Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: Except it be to pray against thy foes. When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis Her father means she shall be all in white, Into the hearts of such as have not thrived Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright, He durst not sit there, had your father lived. Than in possession and jot of pleasure. Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure? MCCCXXI - "OUDESERVESTALO" Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast: Enow to press a royal merchant down Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night! Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Richly in both, if justice had her right. Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Shall seize one half his goods; the other half To order peace between them; and omit And yet the steer, the heifer and the calf Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight. O any thing, of nothing first create! MCCCXXII - "NEOABSENCEWHAT" Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees Extremity still urgeth such extremes. O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these And, when he says he is, say that he dreams, But his occasion might have woo'd me first; So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Come on, you thick lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. We must awake endavour for defence; How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this? And make the Douglas' son your only mean True colours, and not ourselves be seen? MCCCXXIII - "ATORMENTWOULDS" As apt as new-fall'n snow takes any dint. The aim of all is but to nurse the life O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife: More should I question thee, and more I must, End in one purpose, and be all well borne Nay, after that, consume away in rust To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; We will unite the white rose and the red: Or with a little shuffling, you may choose Unto the commons whom thou hast misled; Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, Shall I lay perjury upon my soul? MCCCXXIV - "TTHOUPROVEWERE" There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food; Thy letters have transported me beyond His corrigible neck, his face subdued Of forfeiture, of justice and his bond. Under your good correction, I have seen, Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds: Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Else one self mate and mate could not beget Where subjects' eyes do learn, do read, do look. Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. Except it be to pray against thy foes. MCCCXXV - "ITNOTTHYSOURLE" I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, You here at Milford-Haven with your ships: Some that will thank you, making just report O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been, Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? Reward to him that brings the traitor in? Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. MCCCXXVI - "ISUREGAVESWEET" I know but of a single part, in aught So there's my riddle: one that's dead is quick: Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; And to proclaim it civilly, were like Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, Edward and York; then haply she will weep: She holds her virtue still and I my mind. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Expect him here: when he shall come and find Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff. MCCCXXVII - "LEAVETOENTERTA" Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; Expect your highness' doom of life or death. As well descended as thyself; and hath Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, That no man enter till my tale be done. Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. To find thy brother Bassianus dead. And buried once, why not upon my head? MCCCXXVIII - "INTHETIMEWITHT" I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, Not he that sets his foot upon her back. That I shall lose distinction in my joys; He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black, Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought The fairest queen that ever king received. It was not she that call'd him, all-to naught: Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved, Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse! If he see aught in you that makes him like, To tell this story, that you might excuse How came the noble Timon to this change? To new-found methods and to compounds strange? MCCCXXIX - "HOUGHTSOFLOVEW" Here's a good world the while! Why who's so gross, O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod, So, leave him all. Well, my companion friends, Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God! For these known evils, but to give me leave, Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Or, if thou follow me, do not believe Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. What say these young ones? What say you my niece? MCCCXXX - "HICHTIMEANDTHO" His honesty rewards him in itself; If I depart from thee, I cannot live; Come, quench your blushes and present yourself His taken labours bid him me forgive; The eagle suffers little birds to sing, I owe him little duty, and less love; Makes him oppose himself against his king. Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. And, had I first been put to speak my mind, Name her not now, sir; she's a deadly theme. Dumb jewels often in their silent kind That bastes his arrogance with his own seam He must observe their mood on whom he jests, Or hateful cuckoos hatch in sparrows' nests? MCCCXXXI - "UGHTSSOSWEETLY" Unmeritable shuns your high request. Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! Hath a great scene: the image of the jest This true which they so seem to fear. Go home, So then two bosoms and a single troth. Since that the truest issue of thy throne O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth: Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Which we much rather had depart withal Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Else shall you not have any hand at all The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears; Let fair humanity abhor the deed You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed? MCCCXXXII - "DOTHDECEIVEAND" Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. O, thou didst prophesy the time would come Take you the lute, and you the set of books; Hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke; Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke, Either be gone before the watch be set, I never saw a better fashion'd gown, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Am like to do: take in your arms this piece Never came reformation in a flood, Do execution on my flesh and blood. MCCCXXXIII - "THATTHOUTEACHE" That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake. A bed-swerver, even as bad as those Then after to her father will I break; To bear the tidings of calamity. How irksome is this music to my heart! Of our restored love and amity. Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: The worth of that is that which it contains, Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves, And so much less of shame in me remains, Can truly say he gives, if he receives: Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Each in his office ready at thy beck. MCCCXXXIV - "STHOWTOMAKEONE" Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard He makes for England, there to claim the crown. Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, That hast deceived so many with thy vows? Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives! My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows; And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn, Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend, End in one purpose, and be all well borne On bloody courses, the rude scene may end Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. MCCCXXXV - "TWAINBYPRAISIN" Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, We four indeed confronted were with four And by the royalties of both your bloods, If you had sent but two hours before,-- No more the thirsty entrance of this soil But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine You of my household, leave this peevish broil Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. Richly in both, if justice had her right. And lastly, to confirm that amity I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; Sticking together in calamity. If Henry were recall'd to life again, Nor God, nor I, delights in perjured men. MCCCXXXVI - "GHIMHEREWHODOT" Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig: Hath twice done salutation to the morn; I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big-- Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn, Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Record it with your high and worthy deeds: Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. We do condemn thee to the very block Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds; O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk. Does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds O, that record could with a backward look, That,--hissing hot,--think of that, Master Brook. MCCCXXXVII - "HHENCEREMAINTA" He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody breast; Have done a drunken slaughter, and defaced Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; CORIOLANUS! Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Resolvedly more leisure shall express: Environ you, till mischief and despair My love and her desert; that canst not dream, And to the painted banquet bids my heart; Into the channel, till the lowest stream Not possible; for who shall bear your part There stay until the twelve celestial signs Appointed to direct these fair designs. MCCCXXXVIII - "KEALLMYLOVESMY" Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; All things in common nature should produce Like to a dismal clangour heard from far, Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? My frail mortality to know itself, You know the cause, air, of my standing here. Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. O hard-believing love, how strange it seems Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. Extremity still urgeth such extremes. So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, My resolution, love, shall be thy boast, You all look strangely on me; and you most. MCCCXXXIX - "LOVEYEATAKETHE" Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all, Of hard misfortune, carved in it with tears. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Environed with all these hideous fears? Yet did repent me, after more advice; Envenom him with words, or get thee gone As jewels purchased at an easy price; The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms, Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. That thou hast practised on her with foul charms, Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. MCCCXL - "MALLWHATHASTTH" More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors; And may it be that you have quite forgot Long since thy husband served me in my wars, Like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not When one but of my ordinance stood up How like the prodigal doth she return, Are they gone, and there they intend to sup. That you have no such mirrors as will turn Have no perfection of my summer left, As Falstaff, she and I, are newly met, Steal thine own freedom and complain on theft. To quicken your increase, I will beget That I have much ado to know myself. Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. MCCCXLI - "OUTHENMORETHAN" Of soft petitions, pity and remorse, Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave boy, The other yet may rise against their force. Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; None in the world; nor do I know the man. More fierce and more inexorable far Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, Exampled by the first pace that is sick The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge How dearly would it touch me to the quick, And, in good time! now will we break with him. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. MCCCXLII - "THOUHADSTBEFOR" Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones, He sends ye not to murder me for this One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Devise but how you'll use him when he comes, She's a witch; forbade her my house and hath There is a willow grows aslant a brook, Being Leonatus, doth import so much. Else you may be marvellously mistook. For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead? Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. MCCCXLIII - "ENOLOVEMYLOVET" Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word Of both your armies; whose equality Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. Might I but live to see thee in my touch, Your hostages I have, so have you mine; Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve Offer pure incense to so pure a shrine: Verona, for a while I take my leave, England ne'er had a king until his time. To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. MCCCXLIV - "HATTHOUMAYSTTR" Have I enjoy'd the golden dew of sleep, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: This is a strange repose, to be asleep That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? Murder not then the fruit within my womb, And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke; She shall undo her credit with the Moor. That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! MCCCXLV - "UELOVECALLALLM" Upon his face an ocean of salt tears, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Lopped branches, which, being dead many years, O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; Cuts off so many years of fearing death. And fly would Talbot never, though he might. Let us with care perform his great behest. Let each man render me his bloody hand: And though thou now confess thou didst but jest, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Leap in with me into this angry flood, Many will swoon when they do look on blood. MCCCXLVI - "INEWASTHINEBEF" If all were minded so, the times should cease Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove. Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, What night-rule now about this haunted grove? Ask me what question thou canst possible, She had her breeding at my father's charge. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. He calls me to a restitution large If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass. Nor heady-rash, provoked with raging ire, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. But ne'er till now his scandal of retire. Even so void is your false heart of truth. Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. MCCCXLVII - "ORETHOUHADSTTH" O, had the monster seen those lily hands Replies her husband: 'do not take away England, impatient of your just demands, Then kings' misdeeds cannot be hid in clay. Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,-- Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth, Until his army be dismiss'd from him. He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time Surely, by all the glory you have won, To use my wings. Impute it not a crime That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? MCCCXLVIII - "ISMORETHENIFFO" If I did stay to look on his intents. Such a dependency of thing on thing, My poverty, but not my will, consents. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, Either for life or death, upon the earth The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern, For they are harsh, untuneable and bad. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! MCCCXLIX - "RMYLOVETHOUMYL" Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome, You, madam, for you are more nobly born, Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home? One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set To follow me and praise my eyes and face? Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; Of which, my lord, your honour is the last. Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast; You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha! Let him have all the rigor of the law. MCCCL - "OVERECEIVESTIC" Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Establish him in his true sense again, Right in thine eye. Away, my friends! New flight; Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Consisting equally of horse and foot; Every man shift for all the rest, and I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot, Visit the speechless sick and still converse England and France might, through their amity, Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, To bear the tidings of calamity. I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. MCCCLI - "ANNOTBLAMETHEE" As fast as they are made, forgot as soon No masque to-night: the wind is come about; Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords, By laboursome petition, and at last Let them want nothing that my house affords. And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past. My restless discord loves no stops nor rests; Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: How were I then uplifted! but, alas! Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. MCCCLII - "FORMYLOVETHOUU" For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, Of all the voices that we have procured Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll Most ignorant of what he's most assured, Your uncle must not know but you are dead; Lorenzo, I commit into your hands Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said: Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; Eternal numbers to outlive long date. To throw away the dearest thing he owed, How much I have disabled mine estate, Once more adieu! my father at the road Upon a homely object Love can wink. Under love's heavy burden do I sink. MCCCLIII - "SESTBUTYETBEBL" Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens? Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means The fishermen that walk upon the beach But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse: Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud Establish him in his true sense again, Though palaces and pyramids do slope But if I were as wise as honest, then England did never owe so sweet a hope, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet. MCCCLIV - "AMEDIFTHOUTHYS" Attested by the holy close of lips, Must take up us. So is the unfirm King Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Do not believe him. O, behold this ring, I will proclaim my name about the field: Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Their silver cheeks, and call'd it then their shield; Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up in arms. Our whole city is much bound to him. Under a cloak that is of any length. They come like sacrifices in their trim, Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength, Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? MCCCLV - "ELFDECEIVESTBY" Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! Let in that amity which you have made; For both hast thou, and both become the grave. Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time Environed with all these hideous fears? In the division of each several crime, Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; Extorted treasure in the womb of earth Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands Though all that I can do is nothing worth, By day, by night, waking and in my dreams, You came not of one mother then, it seems. MCCCLVI - "WILFULTASTEOFW" Were you but riding forth to air yourself, I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself, Filling the air with swords advanced and darts, Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible. Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, Ask me what question thou canst possible, Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, To Theseus must be wedded, and you come Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? MCCCLVII - "HATTHYSELFREFU" His hand, as proud of such a dignity, Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. They will digest this harsh indignity. To accessary yieldings, but still pure Her voice is stopt, her joints forget to bow; Yea, twice the sum: if that will not suffice, Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Lay hold upon him: if he do resist, For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, Rather than so, come fate into the list. Eternal numbers to outlive long date. For making him egregiously an ass Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. MCCCLVIII - "SESTIDOFORGIVE" She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close, Expecting in return twenty for one? So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts? There is no more but so: say it is done, I am content that he shall take the odds Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense. Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods, From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. Gazed each on other, and look'd deadly pale. In private will I talk with thee apart. Valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! MCCCLIX - "THYROBBERYGENT" There had she not been long, but she became His rougher accents for malicious sounds, York set him on to fight and die in shame, Razeth your cities and subverts your towns O insupportable and touching loss! But that's no matter; let him kill one first; Because it is a customary cross, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Raze out the written troubles of the brain You'ld venture an emballing: I myself God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. Engaging and redeeming of himself No princely commendations to my king? Their softest touch as smart as lizards' sting! MCCCLX - "LETHIEFALTHOUG" Lopped branches, which, being dead many years, Each hath his place and function to attend: The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears; Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along, Extremity still urgeth such extremes. For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Let me have men about me that are fat; That all love's pleasure shall not match his woe. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that. Only thus much I give your grace to know: Upon the gad? Edmund, how now? What news? Go, take it up unto thy master's use. MCCCLXI - "HTHOUSTEALTHEE" How calm and gentle I proceeded still Their wills: fill thy purse with money:--the food Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will; O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! Unless I flatter with myself too much. Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores To their approvers they are people such Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; A meaner than myself; since I myself Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host, The man that hath no music in himself, Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. MCCCLXII - "ALLMYPOVERTYAN" A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Let Antony look over Caesar's head Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Making my arms his field, his tent my bed. You have but jested with me all this while. Perish the man whose mind is backward now! O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, Rely upon it till my tale be heard, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence, Nor send him forth that we may bear him hence. MCCCLXIII - "DYETLOVEKNOWSI" Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Two glasses, where herself herself beheld Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Environ you, till mischief and despair Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind. No part of him but will be shame in me. Or at the least this refuge let me find; We shall be late else; which I would not be, Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? I'll do thee service for so good a gift. MCCCLXIV - "TISAGREATERGRI" Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Swear by the duty that you owe to God-- And in a dark and dankish vault at home Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France. Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: And, which is more, she is not so divine, The soldiers' music and the rites of war Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make Refuse you for my judge; whom, yet once more, Give me your gloves, I'll wear them for your sake; Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. I saw him once. He was a goodly king. MCCCLXV - "EFTOBEARLOVESW" Either to get the town again or die: From reason's yielding, your fair self should make The other, when she has obtain'd your eye, Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break: But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave; Expect your highness' doom of life or death. A Roman and a British ensign wave Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Or to be naked with her friend in bed Values itself so highly that to her Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Shall it for shame be spoken in these days, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. MCCCLXVI - "RONGTHANHATESK" Remuneration for the thing it was; O, deeper sin than bottomless conceit Never afflict yourself to know the cause; Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep, Ask me what question thou canst possible, No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep How often hast thou waited at my cup, And far the weaker with so strong a fear: The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, Even or odd, of all days in the year, Shall win the wager which we will propose. Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes. MCCCLXVII - "NOWNINJURYLASC" No, no, my heart will burst, and if I speak: Our archers shall be placed in the midst Why should poor beauty indirectly seek Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, In the division of each several crime, Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Joy absent, grief is present for that time. Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. Love for thy love and hand for hand I give. And let thy misty vapours march so thick, See where she comes, and brings your froward wives Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives. MCCCLXVIII - "IVIOUSGRACEINW" Is utterly bereft you; all is lost. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, I am his first-born son, that was the last Or thy precedent services are all Unless his noble mother, and his wife; So nightly toils the subject of the land, Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; Rend off thy silver hair, thy other hand And swear I got them in the Gallia wars. Chief master-gunner am I of this town; Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Not of this country, though my chance is now What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow? MCCCLXIX - "HOMALLILLWELLS" He was but as the cuckoo is in June, One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; And do not spread the compost on the weeds Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; Love is your master, for he masters you: I will both hear and grant you your requests. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised? Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! MCCCLXX - "HOWSKILLMEWITH" How were they lost? what treachery was used? One poor retiring minute in an age Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused. Stir up their servants to an act of rage, Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed; It wounds thine honour that I speak it now-- Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Would they not wish the feast might ever last, If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass. Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale? MCCCLXXI - "SPITESYETWEMUS" Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit Play with your fancies, and in them behold I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, Than think that we before have heard them told. Eternal numbers to outlive long date. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, You lie, in faith, for you are call'd plain Kate, Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see, Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarr'd his heart; England, bound in with the triumphant sea My wit untrain'd in any kind of art. Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast: Still live they and for ever may they last! MCCCLXXII - "TNOTBEFOESTHOS" The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks? Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, That virtue must go through. We must not stint By whom this great assembly is contrived, Each in his office ready at thy beck. For many years thought dead, are now revived, One that rejoices in the common wreck, Edward and Clarence. O, what cause have I, Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, The galloping of horse: who was't came by? Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great, So far from cheer and from your former state. MCCCLXXIII - "EPETTYWRONGSTH" Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king, Plague break thy neck for frightening me! What's Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring The house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts That to his borrow'd bed he make retire, You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, No more than from my soul I mourn for yours. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk. Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work? MCCCLXXIV - "ATLIBERTYCOMMI" Are punish'd with. The King must take it ill To see great Hercules whipping a gig, Like an unpractised swimmer plunging still, If that the devil and mischance look big Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Even so void is your false heart of truth. Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth Your sovereign greatness and authority. Carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears: Oh, he is young and his minority My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Must first induce you to believe: whose strength I'll get me one of such another length. MCCCLXXV - "TSWHENIAMSOMET" Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come, Which was so strongly urged past my defence. Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from Ere I could make thee open thy white hand Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; In this self-place where now we mean to stand. Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, My lord protector will, I doubt it not, Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, O Perdita, what have we twain forgot! Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract; Enjoy your mistress, from the whom, I see, Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. MCCCLXXVI - "IMEABSENTFROMT" It does abhor me now I speak the word; Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard As apt as new-fall'n snow takes any dint. But that one half which is unsatisfied, She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns. Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied. Northumberland, say thus the king returns: The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud, For emulation hath a thousand sons Runs not this speech like iron through your blood? O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones, My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. That's he that was Othello: here I am. MCCCLXXVII - "HYHEARTTHYBEAU" His spell in that is out: the king hath found You are my all the world, and I must strive His mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound: Even for this let us divided live, And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand; That turn'd your wit the seamy side without, The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, How use doth breed a habit in a man! Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave: But bring they what they will and what they can, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! And die, unhallow'd thoughts, before you blot Uneven is the course, I like it not. MCCCLXXVIII - "TYANDTHYYEARSF" The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept: Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride And suck'd the honey which thy chaste bee kept. Neglect him not; make use now, and provide Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell: Your praises are too large: but that your youth, Except thou wilt except against my love. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth; Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums! Fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes. MCCCLXXIX - "ULLWELLBEFITSF" Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil Let him fear this, for it will come to pass Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, With this, we charged again: but, out, alas! England we love; and for that England's sake Look to your house, your daughter and your bags! Let us do so: for we are at the stake, But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags, Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, For it depends upon that love of thine. If he could burn us all into one coal, They have been violent to me and mine. Shall chide your trespass and return your mock For lovers ever run before the clock. MCCCLXXX - "ORSTILLTEMPTAT" O, let us have him, for his silver hairs Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears: To put good meat into an unclean dish. In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; That with the hurly death itself awakes? Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, Madam, it will not lie where it concerns Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind, The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns. And strip myself to death, as to a bed To my heart's hope! Gold; silver; and base lead. MCCCLXXXI - "IONFOLLOWSWHER" I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen On newer proof, to try an older friend, Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again: Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. Or tie my treasure up in silken bags, Leap in with me into this angry flood, Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags, O thou, the earthly author of my blood, What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon? She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: While shame full late sleeps out the afternoon. He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. MCCCLXXXII - "ETHOUARTGENTLE" Eating the air and promise of supply, To him that bears the strong offence's cross. Happy to have thy love, happy to die! O insupportable and touching loss! Under your good correction, I have seen, Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen To chase these pagans in those holy fields Got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Endue you with the people's voice: remains Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man The worth of that is that which it contains, Lavinia, you are not displeased with this? Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. MCCCLXXXIII - "THOUARTANDTHER" Than prosecute the meanest or the best Here is her picture: let me see; I think, O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Under love's heavy burden do I sink. And twice by awkward wind from England's bank Remembers me of all his gracious parts, That unassailable holds on his rank, And then they drown their eyes or break their hearts. Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw Do light upon her, she shall bring him that The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Expecting in return twenty for one? Respect and acquaintance, but I find none. MCCCLXXXIV - "EFORETOBEWONBE" Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, To throw away the dearest thing he owed, Of that I shall have also cause to speak, But then AEneas bare a living load, Empale him with your weapons round about; Which must be done by praising me as much Of many worthy fellows that were out; No glory lives behind the back of such. But if you hold it fit, after the play Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. MCCCLXXXV - "AUTEOUSTHOUART" Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound, Unmannerly intruder as thou art! To him one of the other twins was bound, Each one demand an answer to his part Out of his subject; and we here dispatch Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale, Son, list to this conjunction, make this match; Tell thee, with speechless tongues and semblance pale, His rougher accents for malicious sounds, O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen: Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns; And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate, The more that Henry was unfortunate. MCCCLXXXVI - "THEREFORETOBEA" That it will quickly drop; my day is dim. How would he hang his slender gilded wings, Err'd in this point which now you censure him, Richer than that which four successive kings Except some petty towns of no import: From earth's dark womb some gentle gust doth get, Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. Rome shall record, and when I do forget Either to get the town again or die: The mere despair of surgery, he cures, O time! thou must untangle this, not I; Become your time of day; and yours, and yours, Except a sword or sceptre balance it: A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. MCCCLXXXVII - "SSAILEDANDWHEN" She says enough; yet she's a simple bawd She either gives a stomach and no food- As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad-- In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood; Look upon him, love him; he worships you. Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew And with the vantage of mine own excuse Nor never come in vizard to my friend, Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn Will bring this labour to an happy end. Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. No, madam; we will bring you on your way. MCCCLXXXVIII - "AWOMANWOOSWHAT" Are not thine own so proper as to waste What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food, O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued. And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. Which when her sad-beholding husband saw, Or keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. Or how haps it I seek not to advance Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France? Have found him guilty of high treason. Much As far from help as Limbo is from bliss! The king is moved, and answers not to this. MCCCLXXXIX - "WOMANSSONWILLS" Were better than a churlish turf of France. Of such possessions, and so high esteem, May any terms acquit me from this chance? As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums! She is importunate, indeed distract. O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes! No grave upon the earth shall clip in it When this same lusty gentleman was got. It is enough you know; and it is fit, Looking before and after, gave us not Let them not cease, but with a din confused Should of another therefore be abused! MCCCXC - "OURLYLEAVEHERT" Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first: Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! Kill Return and tell him so: we know the worst. Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will. You are transported by calamity Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! England and France might, through their amity, And--God consigning to my good intents- Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Render me worthy of this noble wife! That makes calamity of so long life. MCCCXCI - "ILLSHEHAVEPREV" I prattle out of fashion, and I dote Let us come in, that we may bind him fast Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat Still live they and for ever may they last! He'ld make an end of thy posterity. Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Have done! for shame, if not for charity. Again in pity of my hard distress Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Exist, and be a member of his love Pursue him and entreat him to a peace: Rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of Each changing place with that which goes before, Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? MCCCXCII - "AILEDAYMEBUTYE" A son of mine, which long I have not seen. In thine own person answer thy abuse. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean; Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Do the low-rated English play at dice; And better conquest never canst thou make Yea, twice the sum: if that will not suffice, May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Beloved of me- and that my deeds shall prove. Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. MCCCXCIII - "TTHOUMIGHTESTM" Thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike, The which if he can prove, a' pops me out Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Or as a little snow, tumbled about, Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns; More than his singularity, he goes If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, God's benison go with you; and with those Half of the number that King Priam had, Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Extremity of griefs would make men mad; So come to you and yours, as to this Prince! Till Henry be more weak and I more strong,-- Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. MCCCXCIV - "YSEATFORBEARAN" Your worship speaks like a most thankful and Some honest Christian trust me with a gage Ere I could make thee open thy white hand And that which should accompany old age, Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone. Fordo it own life. 'Twas of some estate. Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. And my imaginations are as foul Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. MCCCXCV - "DCHIDETRYBEAUT" Discredit my authority with yours; Call here my varlet; I'll unarm again: He hath not money for these Irish wars, I will not be afraid of death and bane, Digest this letter of the cardinal's? Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. The heads of all thy brother cardinals, Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, But from Lord Angelo by special charge. England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, And, ere I part with thee, confer at large Us friends; I will pursue the amity. To bear the tidings of calamity. MCCCXCVI - "YANDTHYSTRAYIN" Your Highness knows, comes to no further use And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Do not so much as my poor name rehearse. The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds He's walking in the garden--thus; and spurns Your grace attended to their sugar'd words, She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns. That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, Ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is I have inform'd his highness so at large No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. MCCCXCVII - "GYOUTHWHOLEADT" Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears. You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said. On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares! Under whose simple semblance he hath fed To the ambassadors of England gives Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence, Who wanting guilders to redeem their lives His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence, O momentary grace of mortal men, Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, Establish him in his true sense again, A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. MCCCXCVIII - "HEEINTHEIRRIOT" Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; End in a word: such is the breath of kings. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things. Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. That due of many now is thine alone: His hand, as proud of such a dignity, Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: Into a thousand parts divide on man, Raise up the Montagues: some others search: Reprove my allegation, if you can; In spite of pope or dignities of church, Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act To see thy noble uncle thus distract? MCCCXCIX - "EVENTHEREWHERE" Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind; The sacred honour of himself, his queen's, How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills, Ere further leisure yield them further means Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown? Hath he excepted most against my love. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head: Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. MCD - "THOUARTFORCEDT" That virtue must go through. We must not stint Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint, Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift, Are brought to the correction of your law. Rather than render back, out with your knives, Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe, Fight for your king, your country and your lives; Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, Commends me to the thing I cannot get. Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Did to his predecessors part withal. That light we see is burning in my hall. MCDI - "OBREAKATWOFOLD" O good old man, how well in thee appears Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, Envy your great deservings and good name, And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured And they have served me to effectless use: To think their dolour others have endured. When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, For private quarrel 'twixt your Duke and him, O, God defend my soul from such deep sin! Lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and Darraign your battle, for they are at hand. MCDII - "TRUTHHERSBYTHY" That mought not be distinguished; but at last Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Their herald is a pretty knavish page, Have hent the gates, and very near upon His foes are so enrooted with his friends Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Return, return, and make thy love amends. She clepes him king of graves and grave for kings, Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, Thou bear'st my life off hence: let us avoid. Have shaken Edward from the regal seat, Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. MCDIII - "BEAUTYTEMPTING" Both find each other, and I lose both twain, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste As unrelenting flint to drops of rain. Under these windows, white and azure laced That this his love was an eternal plant, Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant Each changing place with that which goes before, Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad. That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks I deem you an ill husband, and am glad Now, now, you stars that move in your right spheres, Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears. MCDIV - "HERTOTHEETHINE" How now, my friend! Why dost thou look so pale? Engaging and redeeming of himself Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. To make this shameless callet know herself. Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars To save her life, I'll say she is not so. How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; Early and late, debating to and fro Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. Her brother is in secret come from France; In any case, be not too rough in terms; Needs must I under my transgression bow, Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. MCDV - "BYTHYBEAUTYBEI" Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Your master wed me to: nothing but death That such immanity and bloody strife How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Being once perfected how to grant suits, Either thou art most ignorant by age, As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots Until her husband and my lord's return: That carries no impression like the dam. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am; Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! I would the fool were married to her grave! MCDVI - "NGFALSETOMETHA" Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. For what they have not, that which they possess And what does else want credit, come to me, Let him have time to mark how slow time goes She tears the senseless Sinon with her nails, Except it be to pray against thy foes. The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales, O tremble, for you hear the lion roar. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks Each changing place with that which goes before, Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. He ten times pines that pines beholding food; And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood. MCDVII - "TTHOUHASTHERIT" The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: Hath given me some worthy cause to wish O, this is it that makes your servants droop! Until my lord's return: for mine own part, How I have thought of this and of these times, And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes, There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk. How will my mother for a father's death Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, The proffer'd means of succor and redress. MCDVIII - "ISNOTALLMYGRIE" Is very snow-broth; one who never feels Sole monarch of the universal earth. Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. O ceremony, show me but thy worth! The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased, According to your ladyship's impose, Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close: Myself the while to draw the Moor apart, You that will follow me to this attempt, Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing Even in the presence of the crowned king. MCDIX - "FANDYETITMAYBE" For, hearing this, I must perforce compound And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Nor now I had not, but that I am bound Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. You must not take for fire. From this time Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows To add a more rejoicing to the prime, I prithee, do not strive against my vows: Then belike my children shall have no names: My mistress is my mistress; this myself, A holy parcel of the fairest dames. You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! MCDX - "SAIDILOVEDHERD" Say that I linger'd with you at your shop A woeful hostess brooks not merry guests: I must be brief, lest resolution drop Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts In confutation of which rude reproach Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach, Virtue he had, deserving to command: Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.' He hath some message to deliver us. Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear; Drink off this potion! Is thy union here? MCDXI - "EARLYTHATSHEHA" Even or odd, of all days in the year, And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear; Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. The sweet degrees that this brief world affords His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye, Advance your standards, and upon them, lords; The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; Her father is no better than an earl, Extremity still urgeth such extremes. His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops A lute-string and now governed by stops. MCDXII - "THTHEEISOFMYWA" Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns, Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says; This husband, which, you say, must charge his horns He is no less than what we say he is. Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. England did never owe so sweet a hope, I will not have excuse, with saying this Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, From the dread summit of this chalky bourn. Master, be wise: an if you give it her, Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. MCDXIII - "ILINGCHIEFALOS" If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords. Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy, I see these witches are afraid of swords. Never, O never shall I see more joy! God put it in thy mind to take it hence, Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence, I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Except thou wilt except against my love. Fly, brother.- Torches, torches!- So farewell. As those that I am come to tell you of! Lean penury within that pen doth dwell O, be advised! thou know'st not what it is Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. MCDXIV - "SINLOVETHATTOU" Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, In this same interlude it doth befall No more than I am well acquitted of. Let his deservings and my love withal Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight, Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Through my burn'd bosom, nor entreat the north How we may steal from hence, and for the gap And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. To want the bridegroom when the priest attends Over one arm the lusty courser's rein, Use no entreaty, for it is in vain. MCDXV - "CHESMEMORENEAR" Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, Her eyes, though sod in tears, look'd red and raw, Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Since that my case is past the help of law. More thirst for drink than she for this good turn. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Myself, as far as I could well discern Or else for ever be confixed here, Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! Enough to purchase what you have made known. Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Each man apart, all single and alone, And he will look as hollow as a ghost, Receiving them from such a worthless post. MCDXVI - "LYLOVINGOFFEND" Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, Lend me your knees, and all my life to come Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes; Virtue he had, deserving to command: I am so angry at these abject terms; No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand. Give that which gave thee life unto the worms. Or rudely visit them in parts remote, Fare you well; go. Exeunt BARDOLPH and PAGE For none offend where all alike do dote. Either thou art most ignorant by age, Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold. MCDXVII - "ERSTHUSIWILLEX" Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. That is not quickly buzzed into his ears? How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Under the lordly monarch of the north, So tender of rebukes that words are strokes Is altogether just: therefore bring forth, Which we do tender as we dearly grieve I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. Let them set on at once; for I perceive Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon Edward the Third, he bids you then resign eXpress impatience, lest you stir up mine. MCDXVIII - "CUSEYETHOUDOST" Commend me to my kinsmen and my son: Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Your tender kinsman and to choke his days Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: That she will light to listen to the lays, He'll stop the course by which it might be known; Or groan for love? or spend a minute's time Upon the instant that she was accused, Drove back again unto my native clime? O, that a lady, of one man refused. Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame! That hath in it no profit but the name. MCDXIX - "LOVEHERBECAUSE" Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou On yon proud man, should take it off again Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Hast thou of me as she is for a wife. England is safe, if true within itself? Revives two greater in the heirs of life; But smacks of something greater than herself, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace. And ere that we will suffer such a prince, Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook Else you may be marvellously mistook. MCDXX - "THOUKNOWSTILOV" Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn! Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say? Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords, Save a proud rider on so proud a back. Then, like a melancholy malcontent, If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Looking the way her harmless young one went, Or is your gold and silver ewes and rams? Verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs? MCDXXI - "EHERANDFORMYSA" Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? He lends out money gratis and brings down Each hath his place and function to attend: Razing the characters of your renown, And for mine too: when law can do no right, Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, Do you intend to stay with me to-night? For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; O no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse. Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. MCDXXII - "KEEVENSODOTHSH" Know of the Duke if his last purpose hold, Either withdraw unto some private place, Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, Set on there! Never was a war did cease, O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live O, yes, my lord! He wore his beaver up. That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: How came you in these parts? where were you bred? MCDXXIII - "EABUSEMESUFFER" Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, And labour shall refresh itself with hope, Both which, as servitors to the unjust, Upon your oath of service to the pope, Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: Environed with all these hideous fears? Most true it is that I have look'd on truth Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw. Uproar the universal peace, confound For me, I force not argument a straw, For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. MCDXXIV - "INGMYFRIENDFOR" I am compared to twenty thousand fairs. Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: Give even way unto my rough affairs; My parts, my title and my perfect soul Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls, For he hath laid strange courtesies and great Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls: If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick: For lovers ever run before the clock. O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed, Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. MCDXXV - "MYSAKETOAPPROV" Moved with compassion of my country's wreck, Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck, And yet not so; since I am sure my love's Know him in us, that here hold up his right. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys: Against my life: the minute of their plot Peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word Patricians, draw your swords: and sheathe them not Rely upon it till my tale be heard, Of my word, I have written to effect; Very hardly upon such a subject. MCDXXVI - "EHERIFILOSETHE" Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, He will allow no speech, which I do guess Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Reviving blood, and that great men shall press In earth as quiet as thy father's skull: From him that fled some strange indignity, Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull, Love can transpose to form and dignity: O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar! Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him. Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; They come like sacrifices in their trim, Have lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare Else would I very shortly see thee there. MCDXXVII - "EMYLOSSISMYLOV" Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Master, your love must live a maid at home; You will bestow her on Orlando here? Look round about the wicked streets of Rome; O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth In that each of you have forsworn his book, Sell bullocks. But did you think the prince would Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good. Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf? MCDXXVIII - "ESGAINANDLOSIN" Each way and move. I take my leave of you: Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Go bind this man, for he is frantic too. And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars: I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Never was monarch better fear'd and loved And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved, Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring, Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Spur post, and get before him to the king, I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; No more perchance does mine, or his, or hers. MCDXXIX - "GHERMYFRIENDHA" Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Had I been judge, thou shouldst have had ten more, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! Religious in mine error, I adore Making not reservation of yourselves, You do yourself mighty wrong, Master Ford. For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; I know I am too mean to be your queen, Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Never can blab, nor know not what we mean. Defacing monuments of conquer'd France, How long have you been of this profession? And stalk in blood to our possession? MCDXXX - "THFOUNDTHATLOS" To-morrow I intend to hunt again. Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, Holds from all soldiers chief majority And so once more return and tell his grace. To him and his usurp'd authority. Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face; Or how haps it I seek not to advance Signior, hang! base muleters of France! MCDXXXI - "SBOTHFINDEACHO" See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Beggar the estimation which you prized O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: There let them bide until we have devised He lives that loves thee better than he could. For that they will not intercept my tale: I ken the wight: he is of substance good. No vast obscurity or misty vale, Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, All length is torture: since the torch is out, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, Himself love's traitor: this is pity now, Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? MCDXXXII - "THERANDILOSEBO" To use one language in each several clime Hearing applause and universal shout, Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; As false as dicers' oaths. O, such a deed Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed. I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, Live here in heaven and may look on her; Of mediation, after I am dead, Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! Of such misery doth she cut me off. MCDXXXIII - "THTWAINANDBOTH" To none of these, except it be the last; Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy; I'll have: but how, when Antony is gone Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest! But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal Or on Diana's altar to protest To be oppos'd against the warring winds? He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. MCDXXXIV - "FORMYSAKELAYON" Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage; Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! Madam, it will not lie where it concerns You make strong party, or defend yourself See, see; here comes the man we went to seek. And hedged me by his wit, to yield myself Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak. Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,-- Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike, Out of his subject; and we here dispatch No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. MCDXXXV - "METHISCROSSBUT" My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: That we the horrider may seem to those He has no children. All my pretty ones? I know him now. Good God, betimes remove Send danger from the east unto the west, Came there for cure, and this by that I prove, Revenue, execution of the rest, O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: So from himself impiety hath wrought, But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : Unless my hand and strength could equal them. Then think you right: I am not what I am. MCDXXXVI - "HERESTHEJOYMYF" Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. She is a theme of honour and renown, To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I, O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued. Your sweet dependency; and you shall find Fortune in favour makes him lag behind. MCDXXXVII - "RIENDANDIAREON" Remove you hence. I knew you at the first If in which time expired, he not return, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill And fertile every wish, a million. Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Desire them an to my pavilion. I know not where to turn: O, welcome home: Away the performance: therefore, much drink Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, Out of his subject; and we here dispatch No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. MCDXXXVIII - "ESWEETFLATTERY" Excepting one, I would he were the best Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? England did never owe so sweet a hope, Even or odd, of all days in the year, Till I return, of posting is no need. For I must tell you friendly in your ear: Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read And when you find him evenly derived The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, The tidings come that they are all arrived. Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, Retain but privilege of a private man? Yet this I will not do, do how I can. MCDXXXIX - "THENSHELOVESBU" To take the indispos'd and sickly fit He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge Except a sword or sceptre balance it: Nature in you stands on the very verge Spoke like an officer- ha' to thee, lad. He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Exception bid him speak, and at this time So, so; now sit: and look you eat no more But I have that within which passeth show- Upon my blessing, I command thee go. MCDXL - "TMEALONEWHENMO" Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff Make it a darling like your precious eye; Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: A woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I. Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried. O, think my son to be as dear to me! Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, England, bound in with the triumphant sea Why, that is spoken like a toward prince. He is not yet arrived: nor know I aught Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Nor ask advice of any other thought Much like a press of people at a door, Out of my sight, and never see me more! MCDXLI - "STIWINKTHENDOM" Speak, or thy silence on the instant is Turn all to the best! These proclamations, If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, War-like, court-like, and learned preparations. Is very snow-broth; one who never feels Now, if you have a station in the file, Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels, That I have room with Rome to curse awhile! He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, Establish him in his true sense again, Nor none so bad, but it may well be told. Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: Or whether since he is advis'd by aught Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. MCDXLII - "INEEYESBESTSEE" In no less working than are swords and bows Nature dispenses with the deed so far Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set Set foot under thy table. Tut, a toy! But for my hand, as unattempted yet, Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Stone him with harden'd hearts harder than stones; The third possessor; ay, he was the third-- So longest way shall have the longest moans. Each man apart, all single and alone, Enough to purchase what you have made known. MCDXLIII - "FORALLTHEDAYTH" For my profession's sacred from above: Of all the world I loved and to him put Relieved him with such sanctity of love, As much as one sound cudgel of four foot-- Lest the wise world should look into your moan Love for thy love and hand for hand I give. Those that would die or ere resist are grown How many years a mortal man may live. Each cheek a river running from a fount Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her; As one that surfeits thinking on a want. You are my mother, madam; would you were,-- To thrust his icy fingers in my maw, He is not with himself; let us withdraw. MCDXLIV - "EYVIEWTHINGSUN" Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should. Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, If tears could help, mine own would do me good. Even for this let us divided live, Who will believe my verse in time to come, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from If they were known, as the suspect is great, None but that ugly treason of mistrust, Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state: Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? Not better than he, by her own report. MCDXLV - "RESPECTEDBUTWH" Religious in mine error, I adore Ere you can take due orders for a priest: So, so; now sit: and look you eat no more Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took Thou hast not left the value of a cord; Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun, To knaves and all approachers: 'tis most just What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile. How does my old acquaintance of this isle? MCDXLVI - "ENISLEEPINDREA" Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less No, holy father; throw away that thought; If case some one of you would fly from us, Should prove the mother of fools. I have brought Let it be who it is: for Romans now Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence: I love thee, and it is my love that speaks-- No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks; Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet A choking gall and a preserving sweet. MCDXLVII - "MSTHEYLOOKONTH" Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. Shall send between the red rose and the white To burn the guiltless casket where it lay! Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night, Engenders the black toad and adder blue, You are my all the world, and I must strive Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, O, but I love his lady too too much, King did I call thee? no, thou art not king, Or senseless speaking or a speaking such Not on a band, but on a stronger thing; That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Hath made her break out into terms of rage! MCDXLVIII - "EEANDDARKLYBRI" England ne'er had a king until his time. Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: And ever let his unrecalling crime Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor, Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? And majesty might never yet endure Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. Like very sanctity, she did approach You are deceived; my child is none of his: But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach Return and tell him so: we know the worst. If thou stand excommunicate and cursed? MCDXLIX - "GHTAREBRIGHTIN" Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief, Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs? That sees into the bottom of my grief? And if she did play false, the fault was hers; Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come! I took by the throat the circumcised dog, Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard? Having first seized his books, or with a log This is his tent; and see where stand his guard. I should fight withal, if he be alive. No praise to thee but what in thee doth live. MCDL - "DARKDIRECTEDTH" Do, good old grandsire, and withal make known A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears, Revenge upon myself with present moan? Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares? Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine; Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb. Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Done to me, undeserving as I am, The king and his companions: warily Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? MCDLI - "ENTHOUWHOSESHA" Establish him in his true sense again, Never was monarch better fear'd and loved To make me blest or cursed'st among men. How happily he lives, how well beloved O, I could wish this tavern were my drum! Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins: With such a kind of love as might become His eye, which late this mutiny restrains, O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means Exposing what is mortal and unsure Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens? Hast the harvest out of thine own report. As this their jangling I esteem a sport. MCDLII - "DOWSHADOWSDOTH" Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well, Of those that served Mark Antony but late, Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? Set your entreatments at a higher rate His taken labours bid him me forgive; And when I rear my hand, do you the like, Do appear, to make the world twice rich. Live, Of such a burden, male twins, both alike: Would you not deem it breathed? and that those veins Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door, Destroy'd his country, and his name remains Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; The king doth keep his revels here to-night: Her best is better'd with a more delight. MCDLIII - "MAKEBRIGHTHOWW" Master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, And cherish factions: 'tis inferr'd to us, Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Being once perfected how to grant suits, Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; I'll make you feed on berries and on roots, Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries. Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep. Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, Which had you rather, that the most just law What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? MCDLIV - "OULDTHYSHADOWS" O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, Look, if my gentle love be not raised up! Did never traitor in the land commit. That one for all, or all for one we gage; He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Your children's children quit it in your age. Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report He has discover'd my design, and I And they that watch see time how slow it creeps. Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die: O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? MCDLV - "FORMFORMHAPPYS" From thy behavior; beauty doth he give Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Make thee the father of their idle dreams Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. More worthy this place than myself; to whom, He has no children. All my pretty ones? A thing divine, for nothing natural Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons, Provokes this deluge most unnatural. Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age. MCDLVI - "HOWTOTHECLEARD" Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold: Of Timon man and all humanity! With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, To stay him from the fall of vanity: Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call How sharp the point of this remembrance is!-- Else shall you not have any hand at all Call. Bully knight! bully Sir John! speak from Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. MCDLVII - "AYWITHTHYMUCHC" A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. I have retired me to a wasteful cock, To revel in the entrails of my lambs. How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot? That had not half a week to go, like rams Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot Yet, to supply the ripe wants of my friend, My lords, when you shall know--as in this rage, Upon thy princely warrant, I descend Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. MCDLVIII - "LEARERLIGHTWHE" Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick; Allons! allons! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn; Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Retain that dear perfection which he owes Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: I do embrace your offer; and dispose Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home. Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. When most impeach'd stands least in thy control. Here is the man, this Moor, whom now, it seems, Extremity still urgeth such extremes. MCDLIX - "NTOUNSEEINGEYE" Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth Thou say'st his sports were hinderd by thy brawls: Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Upon his visage, and that all the walls Not he which says the dead is not alive. So, at his sight, away his fellows fly; Even for this let us divided live, Enough; I read your fortune in your eye. Is near the hate of those love not the king. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: You may as well go stand upon the beach Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. MCDLX - "STHYSHADESHINE" Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt Than you expect: unseal this letter soon; His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune? Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck How smooth and even they do bear themselves! And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves! Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Shall in procession sing her endless praise. Has deserved prison, then abound in tears Intends his journey; and within three days Never came reformation in a flood, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. MCDLXI - "SSOHOWWOULDISA" Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, So, come death! Two o'clock is your hour? Out of my lean and low ability Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower, Observe how Antony becomes his flaw, Who told me, in the narrow seas that part Will not debate the question of this straw. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart! Unless she do it under this excuse, Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Shall lose a hair through Bassanio's fault. And Talbot perisheth by your default. MCDLXII - "YMINEEYESBEBLE" You may deny that you were not the cause Madam, an if my brother had my shape, Into the service of the time and was No, 'tis impossible he should escape, Else shall you not have any hand at all Envy the great nor do the low despise. Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: She is a woman, therefore may be won; But, with an angry wafture of your hand, Excels whatever yet you look'd upon But as I travell'd hither through the land, Let's want no discipline, make no delay, Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. MCDLXIII - "SSEDMADEBYLOOK" Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. Door would speak with you: he says he comes from More than a wild exposture to each chance Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Defacing monuments of conquer'd France, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. But how long shall that title 'ever' last? You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: O Brakenbury, I have done those things, Or bring him off: fate, hear me what I say! Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. MCDLXIV - "INGONTHEEINTHE" I will not praise that purpose not to sell. Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell O, let me stay, befall what may befall! Now one the better, then another best; Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast, Establish him in his true sense again, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, I'll keep you company. Will you along? Nay, let it rest where it began at first. That we may wake the King? He hath slept long. He came too late, the ship was under sail: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. MCDLXV - "LIVINGDAYWHENI" Let us come in, that we may bind him fast I ought to know of: and, upon my knees, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what. Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears. Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but As my great patron thought on in my prayers- You, madam, for you are more nobly born, With half their forces the full Pride of France Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Not to the beast that would usurp their den. If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. MCDLXVI - "NDEADNIGHTTHYF" No, I will weep no more. In such a night Did ere solicit, or my hand subscribe England shall give him office, honour, might; An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge I'll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy. Gave it a judge's clerk! no, God's my judge, His leg is but so-so; and yet 'tis well. That does infect the land: with which they moved To think upon my pomp shall be my hell. How I have ever loved the life removed You may as well go stand upon the beach First, heaven be the record to my speech! MCDLXVII - "AIRIMPERFECTSH" All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. In that it scorns to bear another hue; Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick It was about to speak, when the cock crew. My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art, Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! Receive the blood: and when that they are dead, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Envied against the people, seeking means Continued so, until we thought he died. To be depender on a thing that leans, Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, Here comes the holy legate of the pope. MCDLXVIII - "ADETHROUGHHEAV" As likely to be blest in peace and war; Dissolves to water and doth lose his form. Each changing place with that which goes before, Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm He sends so poor a pinion off his wing, Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, O, answer not, but to my closet bring Under whose government come they along? Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp Hover about me with your airy wings Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. MCDLXIX - "YSLEEPONSIGHTL" You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre, She moves me not, or not removes, at least, Leads to the broad gate and the great fire. Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace, O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Such fear so grew in me, I hither fled, In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's The more she gives them speech. Where do you live? Love for thy love and hand for hand I give. MCDLXX - "ESSEYESDOTHSTA" Environed with all these hideous fears? Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, She says she drinks no other drink but tears, England did never owe so sweet a hope, You do impeach your modesty too much, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such Dear Princess, were not his requests so far Out of their best--is not almost a fault That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, How now! what means death in this rude assault? So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize: This sudden sending him away must seem A senseless help when help past sense we deem. MCDLXXI - "YALLDAYSARENIG" You would for paradise break faith, and troth; As pledges of my fealty and love; Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both, Love make your fortunes twenty times above Do not itself unkennel in one speech, And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, You may as well go stand upon the beach So, come death! Two o'clock is your hour? And, if you may confess it, say withal, Razing the characters of your renown, Else shall you not have any hand at all Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,-- I would be so triumphant as I am? Give so much light that I may read by them. MCDLXXII - "HTSTOSEETILLIS" His crown shall be the ransom of my friend; That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes, Speak for yourselves; my wit is at an end. They are infected; in their hearts it lies; O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; This is the last: so we will home to Rome, In readiness for Hymenaeus stand, Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home? Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand. Incite them to quick motion; for I must Seek for thy noble father in the dust. MCDLXXIII - "EETHEEANDNIGHT" Envenom him with words, or get thee gone Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: Even so void is your false heart of truth. Edward the Third, he bids you then resign And, being troubled with a raging tooth, Nor I no more of his, than you of mine. Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Nay, after that, consume away in rust I do beseech you, take it not amiss; Gazing upon the Greeks with little lust: Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; To enforce the pained impotent to smile. MCDLXXIV - "SBRIGHTDAYSWHE" Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, But those as sleep and think not on their sins, Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Inconstancy falls off ere it begins. Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds How use doth breed a habit in a man! The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds; Do no more offices of life to't than And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, You may as well do anything most hard, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, Which drives the creeping thief to some regard: Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings, End in a word: such is the breath of kings. MCDLXXV - "NDREAMSDOSHOWT" Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. Edward the Third, he bids you then resign And then end life when I end loyalty! My shame will not be shifted with my sheet: Setting aside his high blood's royalty, Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, O'ercome you with her show, and in time, So thrive I in my dangerous attempt Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime. Of egal justice, used in such contempt? Which holds not colour with the time, nor does That I no more can see what once I was! MCDLXXVI - "HEEMEIFTHEDULL" He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy: Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, I was preserved to serve this noble count. For such proceeding I am charged withal, That only to stand high in your account, He has no children. All my pretty ones? Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. MCDLXXVII - "SUBSTANCEOFMYF" So I by that; it is my day, my life. Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer. And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue Now sit we close about this taper here, Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. First, of my word; therefore play, music. Prince, Marry that will, I live and die a maid: Yes, 'tis most meet: whom may you else oppose, For I have bought it with an hundred blows. MCDLXXVIII - "LESHWERETHOUGH" Left there round turrets destitute and pale. Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail; Her more than haste is mated with delays, Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, Even for this let us divided live, Razeth your cities and subverts your towns Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk. Upon the next live creature that it sees. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; He was a king bless'd of the King of kings. MCDLXXIX - "TINJURIOUSDIST" To make great haste. All fast? what means this? Ho! I do beseech you, take it not amiss; Needs must I under my transgression bow, Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this. Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot, Or at the least this refuge let me find; Unto a view so false will not incline; Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight. The lazy time, if not with some delight? MCDLXXX - "ANCESHOULDNOTS" As fast as they are made, forgot as soon Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, He murder cries and help from Athens calls. Outruns the eye that doth behold his haste, Upon his visage, and that all the walls Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. Disdainful to be tried by't: 'tis not well. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly So sweet a death as hanging presently. MCDLXXXI - "TOPMYWAYFORTHE" That stays to bear my letters to my friends, One woe doth tread upon another's heel, Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends: My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! With many hundreds treading on his heels; And says that once more I shall interchange Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, Of such a burden, male twins, both alike: Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll Than those I shed for him. What was he like? He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. MCDLXXXII - "NDESPITEOFSPAC" Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word: Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, Prefer them hither; for to cunning men I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Or bathe my dying honour in the blood For more is to be said and to be done Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood. Philip, my liege, so is my name begun, And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. MCDLXXXIII - "EIWOULDBEBROUG" Except a sword or sceptre balance it: I would attach you all and make you stoop We should take root here where we sit, or sit O, this is it that makes your servants droop! Upon her head a platted hive of straw, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Devised at first to keep the strong in awe: But the defendant doth that plea deny Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect Remove you hence. I knew you at the first Or with some dram conjured to this effect, Unless a brother should a brother dare Give me some sack; and, sweetheart, lie thou there. MCDLXXXIV - "HTFROMLIMITSFA" Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. There is a history in all men's lives, For I will board her though she chide as loud Rather than render back, out with your knives, O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? My custom always of the afternoon, Look sweet, be fair, become disloyalty; It is the very error of the moon; Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates; To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates! Fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart. And may you prove, sir, master of your art! MCDLXXXV - "RREMOTEWHERETH" Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. Reserve their character with golden quill Empties itself, as doth an inland brook More than enough am I that vex thee still, Oppress'd with wrongs and therefore full of fears, There will I make thee a bed of roses, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: Hear from me still, and never of me aught Every man shift for all the rest, and Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. Ere I could make thee open thy white hand The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. MCDLXXXVI - "OUDOSTSTAYNOMA" Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends. Uneven is the course, I like it not. Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.' On whom I may confer what I have got: Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse. That I should questionless be fortunate! Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, The more that Henry was unfortunate. And when you would say something that is sad, Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth Never bestrid a horse, save one that had O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex. MCDLXXXVII - "TTERTHENALTHOU" Two may keep counsel, putting one away? The cruel issue of these bloody men; Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: Receive each other. God speak this Amen! This was an ill beginning of the night: He that has and a little tiny wit- Eater of youth, false slave to false delight, Not to break peace, or any branch of it, Ay, and we are betroth'd: nay, more, our, Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring: The king with mighty and quick-raised power Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Upon so soft a subject as myself! MCDLXXXVIII - "GHMYFOOTDIDSTA" Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds. Holds from all soldiers chief majority Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words, Your sovereign greatness and authority. From forth the noise and rumour of the field, Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile. Impatient answers from my gentle tongue? Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Something to do with you. Come, you're a young That I were couching with the doctor's clerk. Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work. MCDLXXXIX - "NDUPONTHEFARTH" No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence! Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence: Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still: That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, How she opposes her against my will Enow to press a royal merchant down For which the heavens, taking angry note, And now the house of York, thrust from the crown Ready to catch each other by the throat, That the probation bear no hinge nor loop Having full scarce six thousand in his troop. MCDXC - "ESTEARTHREMOVE" Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. So come to you and yours, as to this Prince! Then take him up, and manage well the jest: Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. Remember whom you are to cope withal; That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Have they been merry! which their keepers call Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied. May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; Expect your highness' doom of life or death. MCDXCI - "DFROMTHEEFORNI" Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; O God, that right should thus overcome might! More than a little is by much too much. The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but Honour and virtue and conversed with such Extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again, On your broad main doth wilfully appear. Receive each other. God speak this Amen! Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; I will be mild and gentle in my speech. MCDXCII - "MBLETHOUGHTCAN" My love admits no qualifying dross; Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back, Lo, here, the hopeless merchant of this loss, Even like a man new haled from the rack, Takes on the point of honour to support Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; O gentlemen, the time of life is short! Unto another lady of esteem: Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes. He had the wit which I can well observe The violence of either thee becomes, Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve As great in admiration as herself; Never lacks power to dismiss itself. MCDXCIII - "JUMPBOTHSEAAND" Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed: Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost His borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in; Stoop then and set your knee against my foot; Effect it with some care, that he may prove And on your finger in the night I'll put And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move, No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. Discolour: and so Montjoy, fare you well. MCDXCIV - "LANDASSOONASTH" Like to a censer in a barber's shop. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds And Tarquin's eye may read the mot afar, She says enough; yet she's a simple bawd She prizes not such trifles as these are: Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, O, that your young nobility could judge Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand. And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. MCDXCV - "INKTHEPLACEWHE" In confutation of which rude reproach Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims King John, your king and England's doth approach, The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims He shall here find his friends with horse and men Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March; Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again! Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: What, will you walk with me about the town, Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,-- Enough, captain: you have astonished him. MCDXCVI - "REHEWOULDBEBUT" Rely upon it till my tale be heard, England we love; and for that England's sake He lends thee virtue and he stole that word Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth Upon my target three fair-shining suns. Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, Damsel of France, I think I have you fast: Business, my lord! I think most understand Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. But dreadful war shall answer his demand. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, The King and Queen and all are coming down. MCDXCVII - "AHTHOUGHTKILLS" As level as the cannon to his blank, He fastened on my neck, and bellowed out That unassailable holds on his rank, Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout. O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Upon whose faith and honour I repose. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes; The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, Ill-nurtured, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice, Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. MCDXCVIII - "METHATIAMNOTTH" My father's purposes have been mistook; Even like a man new haled from the rack, Think, being too strong for him, though he took He might return to vasty Tartar back, Absent thee from felicity awhile, Together with that fair and warlike form I jest to Oberon and make him smile And with a great heart heave away the storm: My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: O, if, I say, you look upon this verse Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange To drive away the heavy thought of care? How easy is a bush supposed a bear! MCDXCIX - "OUGHTTOLEAPLAR" Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease; Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace! Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up in arms. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made Or so devote to Aristotle's checks Let it fall rather, though the fork invade Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, And for your grace; and you, my noble lords. Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends: Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. And lose advantage, which doth ever cool Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. MD - "GELENGTHSOFMIL" Good parts aside I have no other charms. Employ'd you where high profits might come home, Lavinia, thou shalt be employ'd: these arms! Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: No; I will sit and watch here by the King. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell. Then what intends these forces thou dost bring? Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, So then two bosoms and a single troth. O, make them joyful, grant their lawful suit! For to deny each article with oath Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit I know from whence this same device proceeds: Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. MDI - "ESWHENTHOUARTG" Engenders the black toad and adder blue, Such troops of citizens to speak with him, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,-- Each present lord began to promise aid, Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon, The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid He was but as the cuckoo is in June, O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind, Abetting him to thwart me in my mood! Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. MDII - "ONEBUTTHATSOMU" O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind, No more; and by a sleep to say we end Expect him here: when he shall come and find But lately, very late. I lov'd him, friend- Under pretence to see the queen his aunt-- Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, That this his love was an eternal plant, Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, And add more coals to Cancer when he burns The better arm you to the sudden time, She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns. Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb Methinks King Richard and myself should meet Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit. MDIII - "CHOFEARTHANDWA" Commonly are; the want of which vain dew He goes hence frowning: but it honours us O, know, sweet love, I always write of you, For man or master. Then it follows thus: Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king, A letter was deliver'd to my hands, Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Take thou that too, with multiplying bans! Her father hath commanded her to slip And thither bear your treasure and your goods. Now am I like that proud insulting ship Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. MDIV - "TERWROUGHTIMUS" Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: Extremity of griefs would make men mad; Resides not in that man that does not think,-- Whom I made lord of me and all I had, Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which How were I then uplifted! but, alas! That makes thee strangle thy propriety: If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass. May be put from her by society: Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here? She should have bought her dignities so dear. MDV - "TATTENDTIMESLE" Till honour be bought up and no sword worn And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. The queen of earthly queens: she's noble born; Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, Excels whatever yet you look'd upon No further halting: satisfy me home Disdaining me and throwing favours on To take in many towns ere almost Rome Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Making not reservation of yourselves, England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, So may the outward shows be least themselves: Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. Else had she with her father rang'd along. MDVI - "ISUREWITHMYMOA" I was directed hither: men report Shall not be long but I'll be here again: Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Where you may have such vantage on the duke, In the vile prison of afflicted breath. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake; Mine appetite I never more will grind Your heart is full of something that does take My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, Or by what means got'st thou to be released? And flaky darkness breaks within the east. MDVII - "NRECEIVINGNOUG" Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, Reward did threaten and encourage him, Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Came for additions; yet their purposed trim Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. It will the woefullest division prove Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how I'll look to like, if looking liking move: No more infected with my country's love Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; No more than I am well acquitted of. O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds. MDVIII - "HTBYELEMENTSSO" Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, Together with that fair and warlike form Being the bosom lover of my lord, Yet, if men moved him, was he such a storm Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Let life be short; else shame will be too long. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Nay, all of you that stand and look upon, The proffer'd means of succor and redress. Subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents; O heavy times, begetting such events! MDIX - "SLOWBUTHEAVYTE" Stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less. Look into these affairs see this main end, Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress What is amiss plague and infection mend! But when contention and occasion meet, Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. Here at the palace I will rest awhile. Each changing place with that which goes before, And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Though my gross blood be stain'd with this abuse, Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse. MDX - "ARSBADGESOFEIT" Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. So that the ram that batters down the wall, Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook, Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. Devoured by the unexpected flood. God should be so obdurate as yourselves, England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, Solicit'st here a lady that disdains Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car, Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; I do beweep to many simple gulls The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls. MDXI - "HERSWOETHEOTHE" How shall this bisson multitude digest Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, Such dreadful heralds to astonish us. Why, then I will do what your grace commands. O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk. England, impatient of your just demands, The viol once more: how thou stirr'st, thou block! How can I then be elder than thou art? Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart, The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, How now, young man! mean'st thou to fight to-day? Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. MDXII - "RTWOSLIGHTAIRA" Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains To make a stale of me amongst these mates? Would you not deem it breathed? and that those veins Off with his head, and set it on York gates; Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode; Lavinia, you are not displeased with this? I must have patience to endure the load: Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss. He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad, As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; Reply not in how many fathoms deep Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep? MDXIII - "NDPURGINGFIREA" Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Put rancours in the vessel of my peace Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? Ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. I do assure thee, father, so it is. Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives? Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word For never was a story of more woe Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,--or heard,-- Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best. MDXIV - "REBOTHWITHTHEE" Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring Because I love you, I will let you know: One way or other, she is for a king; Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge When I should bid good-morrow to my bride I would to God that the inclusive verge Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear The which if He be pleased I shall perform, Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. MDXV - "WHEREVERIABIDE" What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong? Hangs one that gathers sampire- dreadful trade! Else had she with her father rang'd along. Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Into your idle over-handled theme: And after many scorns, many foul taunts, Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Divides more wider than the sky and earth, England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. MDXVI - "THEFIRSTMYTHOU" The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak: How often he had met you, sword to sword; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Further I will not flatter you, my lord, I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy. Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem Set foot under thy table. Tut, a toy! To reason most absurd, whose common theme My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength: Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride This likes me well. These foils have all a length? Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side, Of any true decision. Nature craves Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. MDXVII - "GHTTHEOTHERMYD" Go, drag the villain hither by the hair; He and his toothpick at my worship's mess, That his foul thoughts might compass his fair fair, That as his worthy deeds did claim no less Had I but served my God with half the zeal Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, One woe doth tread upon another's heel, The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Remuneration for the thing it was; Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on Yet in the trial much opinion dwells; Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. MDXVIII - "ESIRETHESEPRES" Expire before the flowers in their caps, Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule Into the staggers and the careless lapse Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Even like a man new haled from the rack, Play with your fancies, and in them behold Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! Early and late, debating to and fro So two, together weeping, make one woe. MDXIX - "ENTABSENTWITHS" Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! Now in good time, here comes the duke himself. To Italy; and there at Venice gave And mark what object did present itself. But that's no matter; let him kill one first; Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute: Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot. That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day. Will not my tongue be mute, my frail joints shake, I was too strict to make mine own away; Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. MDXX - "WIFTMOTIONSLID" Which writ his honour in the acts it did, Is very snow-broth; one who never feels Finding myself in honour so forbid, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, My boon I make it that you know me not O God, that seest it, do not suffer it! To keep by policy what Henry got? I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Not prizing her poor infant's discontent; So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; Lo, citizens, he says he is content: I pray you stand good father to me now; Do it, and happy; by my silver bow! MDXXI - "EFORWHENTHESEQ" East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up, For going on death's net, whom none resist. O, let those cities that of plenty's cup Rather than so, come fate into the list. Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope! Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much England did never owe so sweet a hope, No glory lives behind the back of such. To win this easy match play'd for a crown? His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Show me a villain that hath done a rape, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat. MDXXII - "UICKERELEMENTS" Upon the like devotion as yourselves, If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. Excepting one, I would he were the best Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown Ely with Richmond troubles me more near May all the building in my fancy pluck Even or odd, of all days in the year, No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck To clear this spot by death, at least I give Should dying men flatter with those that live? MDXXIII - "AREGONEINTENDE" Are they gone, and there they intend to sup. Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up, Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: O monstrous beast, how like a swine he lies! Now, as I can remember, by my troth, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, Nor to comply with heat--the young affects That having such a scope to show her pride, Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast: Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. MDXXIV - "REMBASSYOFLOVE" Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. My father's purposes have been mistook; But your request shall make me let it pass. As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Your highness shall do well to grant her suit; O, let me see thee walk. Thou dost not halt. Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams. Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? O hard-believing love, how strange it seems Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. MDXXV - "TOTHEEMYLIFEBE" This maugre all the world will I keep safe, Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased. Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word Look up a-height. The shrill-gorg'd lark so far I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes. From which awaked, the truth of what we are Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise, But not the form of what he should attend. Either of you to be the other's end. MDXXVI - "INGMADEOFFOURW" I crave fit disposition for my wife. No, I protest, I know not the contents; Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life; My poverty, but not my will, consents. And yet I know not how to get the crown, Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men, For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall, For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall! Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Rely upon it till my tale be heard, What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? MDXXVII - "ITHTWOALONESIN" Inclinable to honour and advance The bloody proclamation to escape Her brother is in secret come from France; The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, Would I might never stir from off this place, O, God defend my soul from such deep sin! And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Let her awhile be secretly kept in, Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich No doubt, shall then and till then govern well. Eyes; and then they will endure handling, which Suspect I may, yet not directly tell: It is my will, the which if thou respect, Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect. MDXXVIII - "KSDOWNTODEATHO" Keep house and port and servants, as I should; Show me your image in some antique book, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook: Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day; That speaks thy words again to do thee harm! On purpose shut the doors against his way. Did ever love so dearly: let her live Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, And that his beauty may the better thrive, The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, Occasion smiles upon a second leave. MDXXIX - "PPRESSDWITHMEL" Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse; Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime, Repose you there, whilst I to this hard house Exception bid him speak, and at this time Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Delay this marriage for a month, a week; When Cressy battle fatally was struck, If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk: Having received the punishment before, My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk, Esteem him as a lamb, being compared Let them be welcome then: we are prepared. MDXXX - "ANCHOLYUNTILLI" A holy parcel of the fairest dames. Nor send him forth that we may bear him hence. Can sick men play so nicely with their names? He like a thievish dog creeps sadly thence; Or lose mine arm fort: thou hast beat me out Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt, Upon the next live creature that it sees. Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from The better act of purposes mistook I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum, Lest rest and lying still might make them look Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more. MDXXXI - "FESCOMPOSITION" From forth the ranks of many thousand French, Ely with Richmond troubles me more near So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench Can I go forward when my heart is here? Or take his life there: this if she perform, My husband bids me; now I will unmask. Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm. On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought; If Marcus did not name the word of hands! The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought: If not, the end of life cancels all bands; On me, and you, and mine, and yours for this! No, sir; God forbid; but asham'd to kiss. MDXXXII - "BERECUREDBYTHO" Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause, Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart, Upon the brook that brawls along this wood! Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof: Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff Here sits a king more woful than you are. O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar! MDXXXIII - "SESWIFTMESSENG" Such as she says my lord did say I was. Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice Suppose they take offence without a cause, Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice? In forwarding this dear expedience. Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel. Thy humble servant vows obedience My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, England ne'er had a king until his time. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. MDXXXIV - "ERSRETURNDFROM" Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. Smile with an austere regard of control,-- Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death! Extinguishing his conduct in this case; To bring him to the haven; left these notes Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats: No, so God help me, they spake not a word; Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Reason becomes the marshal to my will Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. Make choice of which your highness will see first. MDXXXV - "THEEWHOEVENBUT" The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Enow to press a royal merchant down Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege; He makes me angry with him; for he seems Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege Extremity still urgeth such extremes. Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. Egregious murderer, thief, any thing Narcissus so himself himself forsook, But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the King- Until four hundred one and twenty years These words like daggers enter in mine ears. MDXXXVI - "NOWCOMEBACKAGA" Navarre had notice of your fair approach; On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, With edge of penny cord and vile reproach: Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! My unprovided body, lanch'd mine arm; Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; But honest fear, bewitch'd with lust's foul charm, And instantly unlock my fortunes here. Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear And manners, to intrude where I am graced; Give me the letter; I will look on it. And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! MDXXXVII - "INASSUREDOFTHY" It he is to sojourn with you? How creeps Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine, Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps, Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift Either withdraw unto some private place, Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, The labour of each knight in his device. Have left their places vacant, in their rooms You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! MDXXXVIII - "FAIRHEALTHRECO" For, look you, I may make the belly smile And--God consigning to my good intents- I am not merry; but I do beguile Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. How possibly preserved; and who to thank, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank, Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring, His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,-- Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Excepting one, I would he were the best Call it by what you will, the day is yours; O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! MDXXXIX - "UNTINGITTOMETH" Unseemly woman in a seeming man! Now will I charge you in the band of truth, Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. I may, for some things true, wherein my youth Now must I hide his body in some hole, Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount Is as a fury to torment my soul; There is a gentleman that serves the count The fishermen that walk upon the beach Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; Montano and myself being in speech, Even for this let us divided live, They may astonish these fell-lurking curs: Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs? MDXL - "ISTOLDIJOYBUTT" Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths Strive to speak big and clap their female joints To me she's married, not unto my clothes. Of the good queen, but the sharp thorny points Let him depart; his passport shall be made Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid; John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, O, answer not, but to my closet bring Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ; Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; The virtue of your eye must break my oath. That I have been thus pleasant with you both. MDXLI - "HENNOLONGERGLA" Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise, Nature dispenses with the deed so far Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. Now when the lords and barons of the realm Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man, Even for this let us divided live, Reprove my allegation, if you can; Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give: Leads to the broad gate and the great fire. A landless knight makes thee a landed squire. MDXLII - "DISENDTHEMBACK" Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Saucy and overbold? How did you dare Every man shift for all the rest, and Now am I seated as my soul delights, Doth more solicit me than your exclaims, This world I do renounce, and, in your sights, His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Extorted treasure in the womb of earth My father, in kind heart and pity moved, Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth And like a mountain, not to be removed. Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? MDXLIII - "AGAINANDSTRAIG" Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, God keep the prince from all the pack of you! Against confounding age's cruel knife, I say I love thee more than he can do. Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love. And strangers ne'er beheld but wondered at; No more than I am well acquitted of. Did lack a parallel; yet for all that Shall I for love speak treason to thy face? There, where your argosies with portly sail, Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place: And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well: Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell. MDXLIV - "HTGROWSADMINEE" His agile arm beats down their fatal points, Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about, Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Of any king's in Europe. I do think Weeping before for what she saw must come, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb Drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, In seeking to augment it, but still keep Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. MDXLV - "YEANDHEARTAREA" You see how simple and how fond I am. Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast An if the devil come and roar for them, Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck, Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, Each in his office ready at thy beck. And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, Then go with me to make the matter good. And be thy wife--if any be so mad-- Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! And either victory, or else a grave. MDXLVI - "TAMORTALWARHOW" The night to the owl and morn to the lark And like a mountain, not to be removed. Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approved, Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, The water nectar and the rocks pure gold. Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Lo, by my truth, the instrument is cold Where I will write. All may be well enough. And stalk in blood to our possession? Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, How long have you been of this profession? O, step between her and her fighting soul When most impeach'd stands least in thy control. MDXLVII - "TODIVIDETHECON" That makes him honour'd, or begets him hate; Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, Do pelt so fast at one another's pate I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. If I think so, I think the same of you. During whose reign the Percies of the north, Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. To say 'live, boy:' ne'er thank thy master; live: Here's a good world the while! Why who's so gross, Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.' No, no, men living flatter those that die. MDXLVIII - "QUESTOFTHYSIGH" Question, my lords, no further of the case, Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer Escap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place Sans fable, she herself reviled you there. This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings Of the good queen, but the sharp thorny points Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings. They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints; Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Your exposition on the holy text Study to break it and not break my troth. I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next, Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: How does my old acquaintance of this isle? MDXLIX - "TMINEEYEMYHEAR" To me she's married, not unto my clothes. My father and my grandfather were kings, Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths No, girl, I'll knit it up in silken strings England, impatient of your just demands, Ely with Richmond troubles me more near You have enscheduled briefly in your hands. Even or odd, of all days in the year, My pretty cousins, you mistake me much; Yea, this solidity and compound mass, Have to you, but with thanks to God for such Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. Return, return, and make thy love amends. MDL - "TTHYPICTURESSI" They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel, Try many, all good, serve truly, never Have scarce strength left to give them burial. You're overthrown, you're undone for ever! Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come; It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches Call. Bully knight! bully Sir John! speak from Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes, Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Retain that dear perfection which he owes Effect it with some care, that he may prove Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; It was not Anne, but a postmaster's boy. MDLI - "GHTWOULDBARMYH" Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell; With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast. Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale, Upon the instant that she was accused, Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused By how much of me their reproach contains. And then with lank and lean discolour'd cheek, Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Yet did repent me, after more advice; He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. MDLII - "EARTMINEEYETHE" Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought Appointed to direct these fair designs. Remember me at court; where I was taught To creatures stern sad tunes, to change their kinds: Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear You use in abject and in slavish parts, Either be patient, and entreat me fair, That way inclining, harden'd be the hearts His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. MDLIII - "FREEDOMOFTHATR" For eighteen months concluded by consent. Reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Either of king or council, when you went Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king, Domestics to you, serve your will as't please O my good lord, the world is but a word: Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees, Of that report which I so oft have heard. Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits That 'scuse serves many men to save their gifts. His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, Thy wretched wife mistook the matter so, Rather than triumph in so false a foe. MDLIV - "IGHTMYHEARTDOT" In the great hand of God I stand; and thence Give that which gave thee life unto the worms. His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense; Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms: Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract; Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young How can they then assist me in the act? Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. And my estate deserves an heir more raised Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! To half a soul and to a notion crazed Doth much excuse the appertaining rage One time or other break some gallows' back. To look like her are chimney-sweepers black. MDLV - "HPLEADTHATTHOU" Have broken with the king; who hath so far Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long. Lord governor, for so we hear you are, Else had she with her father rang'd along. All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits, Dry up in her the organs of increase; To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits. How that ambitious Constance would not cease And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek, His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt Of what conditions we shall stand upon? Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on. MDLVI - "INHIMDOSTLIEAC" It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud, I must be brief, lest resolution drop My speech and what is done, tell him he has Dispatch! The room where they supp'd is too hot; On his head, bearing a long white wand, as So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not There was not such a gracious creature born. Les ongles? nous les appelons de nails. Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, Are my discourses dull? barren my wit? Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! MDLVII - "LOSETNEVERPIER" Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies; Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. Exposing what is mortal and unsure That gold must round engirt these brows of mine, Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind; Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them Perish the man whose mind is backward now! I know not how to tell thee who I am: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. MDLVIII - "CEDWITHCRYSTAL" Come on, I say; and first begin with her. End in one purpose, and be all well borne Dat is as it sall please de roi mon pere. Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve Thou art too noble to conserve a life He had the wit which I can well observe Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife! Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth, Your breath of full consent bellied his sails; Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales, A whole armado of convicted sail Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. MDLIX - "EYESBUTTHEDEFE" Environed with all these hideous fears? Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Since you are strangers and come here by chance, Beggar the estimation which you prized Upon his party for the gain thereof: Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised! The constancy and virtue of your love. Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work? Early and late, debating to and fro Deserved it too; and then the boy, his clerk, Ere once she can discharge one word of woe: For ever may my knees grow to the earth, England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. MDLX - "NDANTDOTHTHATP" No doubt, no doubt; O, 'tis a parlous boy; Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! The one a palate hath that needs will taste, Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. That blushing red no guilty instance gave, His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings: These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues. How would he hang his slender gilded wings, As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs. This whole earth may be bored and that the moon Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon. MDLXI - "LEADENYANDSAYS" Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, Appears before them and with solemn march Dumb jewels often in their silent kind Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; Nay, in the body of this fleshly land, Your creatures, who by you have been restored: Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand, Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child. Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear So sober-sad, so weary, and so mild, And both the princes had been breathing here, You know I am a woman, lacking wit So many guests invite as here are writ. MDLXII - "INHIMTHYFAIRAP" I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief; Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech, You hold too heinous a respect of grief. France is revolted from the English quite, And justly and religiously unfold If you deny it, let the danger light Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse, Pistol, did you pick Master Slender's purse? MDLXIII - "PEARANCELIESTO" Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse; Except it be to pray against thy foes. And like rich hangings in a homely house, Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. A sister driven into desp'rate terms, Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. Come, come, you forward and unable worms! Either they must be dieted like mules Let loose on me the justice of the state I take it, by all voices, that forthwith Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with The boy gives warning something doth approach. O, whither shall we fly from this reproach? MDLXIV - "CIDETHISTITLEI" Come hither, herald. Let the trumpet sound, I shall receive the money for the same. Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? Envy your great deservings and good name, Threw my affections in his charmed power, Her parentage; being demanded that, If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, Some, that are mad if they behold a cat; Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. I was not much afeard; for once or twice The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke: Let her who would be rid of him devise Extremity of griefs would make men mad; I know not, madam. 'Tis too bad, too bad! MDLXV - "SIMPANNELEDAQU" Sir Richard, what think you? have you beheld, Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, Perforce will force it overflow the bank. At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine! Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence? And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Quoted and sign'd to do a deed of shame, Using no other weapon but his name. MDLXVI - "ESTOFTHOUGHTSA" Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make She that in wisdom never was so frail The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take, Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale, For yet ere supper-time must I perform To do myself this wrong: till, at the last, Had not been here to dress the ugly form Out of mine own; his days and times are past Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails Give that which gave thee life unto the worms. Here, all enraged, such passion her assails, Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! MDLXVII - "LLTENANTSTOTHE" Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Lo, what befell! He threw his eye aside, Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth, And, when he says he is, say that he dreams, Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth The enemy more mighty than he seems: Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, To die is to be banish'd from myself; Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The bearer knows not, but commends itself He that is strucken blind cannot forget Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. MDLXVIII - "HEARTANDBYTHEI" His corrigible neck, his face subdued Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Abetting him to thwart me in my mood! Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear; That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. And he will fill thy wishes to the brim Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, But to himself so secret and so close, Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross, Engaging and redeeming of himself I'll die on him that says so but yourself. MDLXIX - "RVERDICTISDETE" Resolvedly more leisure shall express: Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Do I put up that womanly defence, I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot, Come on, you thick lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; The cedar stoops not to the base shrub's foot, It should the good ship so have swallow'd and Since you will buckle fortune on my back, Darraign your battle, for they are at hand. Even like a man new haled from the rack, That no supporter but the huge firm earth England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. MDLXX - "RMINEDTHECLEAR" Rely upon it till my tale be heard, My mother did but duty; such, my lord, If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword; English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, Discover how, and thou shalt find me just. Through my burn'd bosom, nor entreat the north His naked armour of still-slaughter'd lust, Esteem him as a lamb, being compared Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast Let them be welcome then: we are prepared. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. And writers say, as the most forward bud Runs not this speech like iron through your blood? MDLXXI - "EYESMOIETYANDT" Either withdraw unto some private place, Yonder comes news. A wager they have met. Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom yet, Matter against him that for ever mars O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Exposing what is mortal and unsure That rage in savage sensuality. You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, And death's dim look in life's mortality: Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords Do the low-rated English play at dice; The labour of each knight in his device. MDLXXII - "HEDEARHEARTSPA" Hath turn'd itself on me. Lo, here I lie, Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? Dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my Each hath his place and function to attend: And in a dark and dankish vault at home Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome; Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. And mark my greeting well; for what I speak Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name-- The strongest body shall it make most weak, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring? MDLXXIII - "RTASTHUSMINEEY" Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, To cavil in the course of this contract: Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. She is importunate, indeed distract. To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield Here could I breathe my soul into the air, Upon the left hand of the even field. Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair. My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence; In limited professions. Rascal thieves, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves, Each changing place with that which goes before, You do advance your cunning more and more. MDLXXIV - "ESDUEISTHYOUTW" Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: So longest way shall have the longest moans. Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France! Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace, Than will preserve just so much strength in us He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge Your provost knows the place where he abides Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge Upon the beauty of all parts besides, Thy life is dear; for all that life can rate With any long'd-for change or better state. MDLXXV - "ARDPARTANDMYHE" Amongst this princely heap, if any here, Revenge on him that made me stop my breath. Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear Proceed thus rashly to the villain's death, And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all. Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. A torch for me: let wantons light of heart Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must; Might be affronted with the match and weight You never had a servant to whose trust How and which way I may bestow myself England is safe, if true within itself? MDLXXVI - "ARTSRIGHTTHYIN" A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath; Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while! Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost. Give me your gloves, I'll wear them for your sake; How often said, my dignity would last The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl, That holds this present question in the court? Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. Yet once again, to make us public sport, Is lust in action; and till action, lust Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. MDLXXVII - "WARDLOVEOFHEAR" Wave thus, to express his disposition, Ay, if a woman live to be a man. Remember so weak a composition. Do to this body what extremes you can; Let me entreat, for I command no more, On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn: Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? End in one purpose, and be all well borne Of these thy compounds on such creatures as Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. MDLXXVIII - "TBETWIXTMINEEY" That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse; Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: This token serveth for a flag of truce When I behold the violet past prime, I would not my unhoused free condition eXception bid him speak, and at this time Truly to speak, and with no addition, Madam, and you, my mother, will you go I know what thorns the growing rose defends; Not of that dye which their investments show, Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Except some petty towns of no import: You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. MDLXXIX - "EANDHEARTALEAG" Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows No, good madam; I will not out of doors. Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: How well resembles it the prime of youth, Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee All my reports go with the modest truth; Regard thy danger, and along with me! The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds As did that one; and that, in my regard, Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard As loud as thine rattle the welkin's ear Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. MDLXXX - "UEISTOOKANDEAC" Upon the number'd beach? and can we not Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend, The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, Of whom so often I have heard renown, O, this will make my mother die with grief! Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down! And to their hope they such odd action yield, Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole Did he so often lodge in open field, Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, Curtsy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. MDLXXXI - "HDOTHGOODTURNS" His cocks do win the battle still of mine, Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, Or of devotion, to this holy shrine? To cloak offences with a cunning brow. Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds Grapples you to the heart and love of us, One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, This man hath my consent to marry her. Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep! So dear I loved the man, that I must weep. MDLXXXII - "NOWUNTOTHEOTHE" Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest. Which his triumphant father's hand had won; Undaunted spirit in a dying breast! Nature in you stands on the very verge This and my food are equals; there's no odds: Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; Empale him with your weapons round about; O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! Them to their trial-the bubbles are out, Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. MDLXXXIII - "RWHENTHATMINEE" Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! When everything is ended, then you come. Here are the heads of thy two noble sons; Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Neglect the visitation of my friends. Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far Honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's At a few drops of women's rheum, which are To be commenced in strands afar remote. My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: If it be not, then love doth well denote Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand. Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. MDLXXXIV - "YEISFAMISHDFOR" Your voice shall be as strong as any man's Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands. So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with An onion will do well for such a shift, My father and Lavinia shall forthwith I'll do thee service for so good a gift. So Lucrece, set a-work, sad tales doth tell Her only fault, and that is faults enough, Discolour: and so Montjoy, fare you well. For look how fresh she looks! They were too rough O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed, Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. MDLXXXV - "ALOOKORHEARTIN" Are weakly fortress'd from a world of harms. Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised: Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms, Or live in peace abandon'd and despised! Keep me in patience, and with ripen'd time Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast Are now become enamour'd on his grave. Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, The hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave, Is lust in action; and till action, lust Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. MDLXXXVI - "LOVEWITHSIGHSH" Like to the earth swallow her own increase. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales. I'll prove it on his body, if he dare, Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails; Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear, Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born: He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys She is a woman, therefore to be won. He is my prize; I will not look upon. MDLXXXVII - "IMSELFDOTHSMOT" I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst My brother slew no man; his fault was thought, So mightily betray'd! yet at the first Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx, Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six That, otherwise than noble nature did, He that shall live this day, and see old age, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? My part is youth, and beats these from the stage: Of Alcibiades the approaches wild, Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! MDLXXXVIII - "HERWITHMYLOVES" Hear from me still, and never of me aught Except some petty towns of no import: Remember me at court; where I was taught When they change us for others? Is it sport? I will not rise, unless your highness grant. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, He shall do this, or else I do recant Matter against him that for ever mars You are transported by calamity Let each man render me his bloody hand: Of our restored love and amity. Virtue he had, deserving to command: Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain. MDLXXXIX - "PICTURETHENMYE" Patience is scottish, and impatience does I have been closely shrouded in this bush Cool and congeal again to what it was. To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push Upon my target three fair-shining suns. Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am: Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again! Envy your great deservings and good name, Nature should be so conversant with pain, My message must return from whence it came. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. MDXC - "YEDOTHFEASTAND" You may behold confusion of your foes. Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; Deny your asking: take your choice of those Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss For nothing but his majesty's approach. Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. And therefore think him as a serpent's egg Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak: That he could nothing do but wish and beg And that we find the slothful watch but weak, Not to be pardon'd, am content withal. Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all. MDXCI - "TOTHEPAINTEDBA" They are the issue of your loins, my liege, Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege. He's walking in the garden--thus; and spurns Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen Are they that I would have thee deal upon: I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. No more pains for those thanks than you took pains That day that made my sister thirteen years. Endue you with the people's voice: remains Distasted with the salt of broken tears. But to himself so secret and so close, Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes! MDXCII - "NQUETBIDSMYHEA" No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Quit all offences with as clear excuse Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here? Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Turn all to the best! These proclamations, Beauty itself doth of itself persuade I know they are stuff'd with protestations Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid So hot a speed with such advice disposed, Might thus have stood begetting wonder as You are the king King Edward hath deposed; Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says; Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. And Somerset another goodly mast? MDXCIII - "RTANOTHERTIMEM" Revenue, execution of the rest, Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks: A name that in my thoughts becomes me best, Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel,-- Here is your hand and seal for what I did. Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like. To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. I have not sought the day of this dislike. My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, Mistake me not; I speak but as I find. MDXCIV - "INEEYEISMYHEAR" I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Extorted treasure in the womb of earth You do unbend your noble strength, to think Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: I see things too, although you judge I wink. Spoke like a tail fellow that respects his May make a peaceful and a sweet retire Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. High-stomach'd are they both, and full