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That same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls,

Stood now within the pretty flowret's eyes Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. Hunting, and Hounds.

Thes. We will, fair queen, up to the mounAnd mark the musical confusion [tain's top, Of hounds and echo in conjunction

Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the boar With hounds of Sparta; never did I hear Such gallant chiding. For, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, ev'ry region near Seem'd all one mutual cry; I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

Thes. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,

So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd, like Thessalian
bulls,
[bells,
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never halloo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn.
Fairy Motion.

Then, my queen, in silence sad
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon
Swifter than the wand ring moon.

Confused Remembrance.

[able, These things seem small and undistinguishLike far-off mountains turned into clouds.

The Power of Imagination. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine phrensy rolling, Doth glance from heav'n to earth, from earth to And, as imagination bodies forth [heav'n, The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy noA local habitation and a name. [thing Simpleness and modest Duty always acceptable.

Philost. No, my noble lord,

It is not for you. I have heard it over,

And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
Unless you can find sport in their intents,
Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain,
To do you service.

Thes. I will hear that play:
For never any thing can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.

Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'erAnd duty in his service perishing. [charg'd, Thes Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing

Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
And what poor duty cannot do,

Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
Throttle their practis'd accents in their fears,
And in conclusion dumbly have broke off,
Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome:
Trust me, sweet,
Not paying me a welcome.
And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-ty'd simplicity,
In least speak most, to my capacity.

Clock.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Night.
Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fore-done.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his spright
In the church-yard paths to glide.
And we fairies that do run,

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house;
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea, and one on shore,

To one thing constant never,
Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny nonny.

Favourites compared to Honey-suckles, &c.

-Bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honey-suckles ripened by the sun
Forbid the sun to enter; like favorites
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it.

Scheme to captivate Beatrice.
Let it be thy part

To praise him more than ever man did merit:
My talk to thee must be, how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice: Of this matter
Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,
That only wounds by hearsay.

Angling, &c.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait: So angle we for Beatrice.

A scornful and satirical Beauty. Nature never fram'd a woman's heart Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Misprising what they look on: and her wit Values itself so highly, that to her

All matter else seems weak; she cannot love, Nor take no shape, nor project of affection, She is so self-endear'd.

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I never yet saw man, [tur'd, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely feaBut she would spell him backward; if fair [sister; She'd swear the gentleman should be her If black, why Nature drawing of an antic, Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed; If low, an agate very vilely cut; If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; If silent, why, a block, moved with none. So turns she every man the wrong side out: And never gives to truth and virtue that Which simpleness and merit purchaseth. Slandering the Object, a Way to destroy Affection.

No; rather I will go to Benedick, And counsel him to fight against his passion:

And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders, To stain my cousin with; one doth not know How much an ill word may empoison liking. Beatrice's Recantation.

What fire is in mine ears? can this be true? Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much?

Contempt farewell! and maiden pride adieu! No glory lives behind the back of such. And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee,

Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand; If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee

To bind our loves up in a holy band: For others say thou dost deserve; and I Believe it better than reportingly.

Dissimulation.

O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Comes not that blood as modest evidence To witness simple virtue? Would you not

swear,

All you that see her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shows? But she is none:
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed;
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
Female Seeming.

I never tempted her with word too large;
But as a brother to a sister show'd
Bashful sincerity and comely love.

Her. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? Clau. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it :

You seem to me as Dian in her orb;
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown:
But
you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals
That
rage in savage sensuality.

An injured Lover's Abjuration of Love.
O Hero! what a hero hadst thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been plac'd
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart!
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell,
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang,
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
And never shall it more be gracious.

A Father lamenting his Daughter's Infamy. Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes; For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy

shames,

Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,
Strike at thy life.-Griev'd I, I had but one?
Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame?
O, one too much by thee! why had I one!
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
Why had I not, with charitable hand,
Took up a beggar's issue at my gates?
Who smeared thus, and mir'd with infamy,
I might have said, "No part of it is mine;
This shame derives itself from unknown loins."
But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I
prais'd,

And mine that I was proud on; mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her; why she-O she is fallen
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again!
And salt too little, which may season give
Te her foul tainted flesh!

Innocence discovered by Countenance.
I have mark'd

A thousand blushing apparitions

To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames,

In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
Trust not my reading, nor my observations,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenor of my book; trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.

Resolution.

I know not: if they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her: if they wrong her honor,

The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Nor age so eat up my invention,

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Ability in means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them throughly.

The Desire of loved Objects heightened by their

Loss.

This, well carried, shall, on her behalf Change slander to remorse; that is some good: But not for that dream I on this strange course, But on this travail look for greater birth. She dying, as it must be so maintain'd, Upon the instant that she was accus'd, Shall be lamented, pity'd, and excus'd Of every hearer. For it so falls out, That what we have, we prize not to the worth While we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio: When he shall hear she died upon his words, The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination ; And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she liv'd indeed. Then shall he (If ever love had interest in his liver) [mourn And wish he had not so accused her; No, though he thought his accusation true. Let this be so, and doubt not but success Will fashion the event in better shape Than I can lay it down in likelihood. But, if all aim but this be levell'd false, The supposition of the lady's death

| Will quench the wonder of her infamy; And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her (As best befits her wounded reputation) In some reclusive and religious life, Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Leon. Being that, alas!

I flow in grief, the smallest twine may lead me. Counsel of no Weight in Misery.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel, As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; Which falls into my ears as profitless Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with

mine.

Bring me a father that so lov'd his child,
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him speak of patience: [mine,
Measure his love the length and breadth of
And let it answer every strain for strain;
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
If such a one will smile and stroke his beard,
In sorrow wag; cry hem! when he should groan;
Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune
drunk

With candle-wasters: bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.

But there is no such man; for, brother, men
Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage;
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread;
Charm ach with air, and agony with words.
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral when he shall endure

[sel; The like himself: therefore give me no counMy griefs cry louder than advertisement.

Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. [blood: Leo. I pray thee, peace-I will be flesh and For there was never yet philosopher, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made a pish at change and sufferance.

An aged Father's Resentment of Scandal. Tush, tush, man! never fleer and jest at me; I speak not like a dotard nor a fool; As, under privilege of age, to brag [do, What I have done, being young, or what would Were I not old. Know Claudio, to thy head, Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent child and That I am forc'd to lay my rev'rence by; [me, And, with gray hairs, and bruise of many days, To challenge thee to trial of a man.

I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart,

And she lies buried with her ancestors:
O! in a tomb where never scandal slept,
Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany.

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Leo. Canst thou so daffe me? thou hast | And melancholy is the nurse of phrensy, Therefore they thought it good you hear a play,

kill'd my child:

If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed:

But that's no matter; let him kill one first :-Win me and wear me,-let him answer me: Come, follow me, boy: come, Sir boy, follow

me:

Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foyning fence:
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.
Leo. Brother-

[my niece:
Ant. Content yourself. God knows, I lov'd
And she is dead; slandered to death by vil-
That dare as well answer a man indeed, [lains;
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue :
Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, niilk-sops!
Leo. Brother Anthony- [them yea,
Ant. Hold you content; what, man! I know
And what they weigh, even to the utmost
scruple:

Scambling,out-facing, fashion-mongering boys,
That lie, and cog, and flout,deprave, and slander,
Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they
And this is all.
[durst:

No Valor in a bad Cause.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

Villain to be noted.

Which is the villain? let me see his eyes;
That when I note another man like him,
I may avoid him.

Dirge on Hero's Death by Slander.
Done to death by sland'rous tongues

Was the Hero that here lies:
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,

Gives her fame which never dies!
So the life that died with shame
Lives in death with glorious fame!
Day-break.

The wolves have prey'd; and look the gentle day,

Before the wheels of Phoebus round about,
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.

Time of Slander a temporary Death.
She dy'd, my lord, but whiles her slander liv'd.

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And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. The Uses of Travel and Study.

Luc. Tranio, since-for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of artsI am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, My trusty servant, well approv'd in ali: Here let us breathe, and happily institute A course of learning and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being, and my father first, A merchant of great traffic thro' the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply, that treats of happiness By virtue specially to be achiev'd. Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come; as he that leaves A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, I am in all affected as yourself; Glad that you thus continue your resolve, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only good master, while we do admire This virtue, and this moral discipline, Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd: Talk logic with aequaintance that you have, And practise rhetoric in your common talk: Music and poesy use to quicken you: The mathematics, and the metaphysics, [you: Fall to them as you find your stomach serves No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en !— In brief, Sir, study what you most affect. Love at first Sight.

Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me is it possible That love should of a sudden take such hold ? Luc. O, Tranio, till I found it to be true, I never thought it possible or likely; But see! while idly I stood looking on, I found the effect of love in idleness: And now in plainness do confess to thee,That art to me as secret and as dear As Anna to the queen of Carthage was Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio, If I achieve not this young modest girl: Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst; Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

[so,

Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now, Affection is not rated from the heart: If love have touch'd you, nought remains but Redime te captum quam queas minimo. Travel.

Such wind as scatters young men thro' the world,

To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows.

Woman's Tongue.

Think you a little din can daunt my ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field? And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle, heard [clang? Loud 'larumus, neighing steeds, and trumpets' And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to th' ear As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

Extremes cure each other.

Where two raging fires meet together, [fury. They do consume the thing that feeds their Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.

Beauty.

Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Music.

Preposterous ass! that never read so far, To know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not, to refresh the mind of man After his studies, or his usual pain? Then give me leave to read philosophy, And, while I pause, serve in your harmony. Wife married to all her Husband's Fortunes. To me she's married, not unto my clothes: Could I repair what she will wear in me, As I can change these poor accoutrements, 'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.

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Description of a mad Wedding.

-When the priest

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Did ask if Catherine should be his wife; [loud, Ay, by gogs-woons," quoth he, and swore so That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book; And, as he stoopt again to take it up, This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such [and priest; That down fell priest and book, and book "Now take them up," quoth he, "if any list." Tran. What said the wench when he rose up again? [stampt and swore, Grem. Trembled and shook: for why, he As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But, after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine:

[aboard, "A health," quoth he, as if he had been Carousing to his mates after a storm: Quaff'd off the muscadel, and threw the sops All in the sexton's face; having no other reason, But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, And seem'd to ask his sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck, And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack,

That, at the parting, all the church did echo. Petruchio's Trial of his Wife in the Article of Dress.

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer.
A velvet dish!-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it come, let me have a bigger.
Cath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the
time,

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have
And not till then.
[one too,

Hor. That will not be in haste. [speak;
Cath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe;
Your betters have endur'd me say my .ind;
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of
my heart;
Or else, my heart, concealing it, will break :
And, rather than it shall, I will be free,
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
Pet. Why thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
A custard coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.
Cath. Love me or love me not, I like the
And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay, come tailor,
let us see 't.

cap;

O, mercy, God! what masking stuff is here! What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-can

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able:

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.

The Mind alone valuable.

Pet. Well, come my Kate; we will unto your father's,

Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the sun breaks thro' the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.

A lovely Woman.

Fair, lovely maiden, young and affable, More clear of hue, and far more beautiful Than precious sardonyx, or purple rocks Of amethysts, or glistering hyacinth: -Sweet Catherine, this lovely woman→

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