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And play'd, to take spectators : For behold me, I prize it not a straw but for mine honour, A fellow of the royal bed, which owe
(Which I would free,) if I shall be condemn'd A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, Upon surmises ; all proofs sleeping else, The mother to a hopeful prince-here standing But what your jealousies awake ; 1 tell you, To prate and talk for life, and honour, 'fore 'Tis rigour, and not law.-Your honours all, Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it I do refer me to the oracle ; As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for ho- Apollo be my judge. nour,
This your request "Tis a derivative from me to mine,
Is altogether just : therefore, hring forth, And only that I stand for. I appeal
And in Apollo's name, his oracle. To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes
[Ereunt certain Officers Came to your court, how I was in your grace, Her. The emperor of Russia was my father How merited to be so; since he came,
O, that be were alive, and here beholding With what encounter so uncurrent I
His daughter's trial ! that he did but see Have strain'd, to appear thus : if one jot beyond The flatness of my misery ; yet with eyes, The bound of honour; or, in act, or will, Of pity, not revenge! That avay inclining; harden'd be the hearts Re-enter Officers with Cleomenes and Dion. Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of Cry, Fie upon my grave!
I ne'er heard yet That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have That any of these bolder vices wanted
Bcen both at Delphos; and from thence have Less impudence to gainsay what they did,
brought Than to perform it first.
This seal'd up oracle, by the hand deliver'd Her.
That's true enough; of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then, Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. You have not dard to break the holy seal, Leon. You will not own it.
Nor read the secrets in't
All this we swear.
Offi. [Reads. ] Termione is chaste, Polixenes (With whom I am accus'd) I do confess, blameless, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a I lov'd him, as in honour he requir’d;
jealous tyrant, his innocent babe truly begot: With such a kind of love as might become ten; and the king shall live without an heir, if A lady like me ; with a love, even such, that which is lost, be not found. So, and no other, as yourself commanded : Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo !. Which not to have done, I think, had been in me Her.
Praised 1 Both disobedience and ingratitude,
Leon. Hast thou read truth? To you, and toward your friend; whose love offi.
Ay, my lord; even so hád spoke,
As it is here set down. Even since it could speak, from an infant freely, Leon. There is no truth at all i' the oracle : That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy, The sessions shall proceed ; this is mere false I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd
hood. For me to try how: all I know of it, Is, that Camillo was an honest man;
Enter a Servant, hastily And, why he left your court, the gods themselves, Serv. My lord the king, the king! Wotting no more than I, are ignorant.
What is the business? Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to report it: What you have underta'en to do in his absence. The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Her. Sir,
of the queen's speed, is gone. You speak a language that I understand not: Leon.
How ! gone 7 My life stands in the level of your dreams, Scru.
Is dead Which I'll lay down.
Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens them. Leon.
Your actions are my dreams; selves You had a bastard by Polixenes,
Do strike at my injustice. [Hermione faints. And I but dream'd it :-As you were past all
How now there? shame,
Paul. This news is mortal to the queen (Those of your fact are so,) so past all truth:
Take her hence ; No father owning it, (which is, indeed,
Her heart is but o'ercharg'd; she will recover. More criminal in thee, than it) so thou I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion.Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage, Beseech you, tenderly apply to her Look for no less than death.
Some remedies for life. - Apollo, pardon Her.
Sir, spare your threats; [Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with Herm. The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek! My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle To me can life be no commodity :
I'll reconcile me to Polixenes ; The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, New woo my queen ; recall the good Camillo I do give lost: for I do feel it gone,
Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy: Bat know not how it went: My second joy, For, being transported by my jealousies And first-fruits of my body, from his presence To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose I am barr’d, like one infectious: My ihird com- Camillo for the minister, to poison fort,
My friend Polixenes : which had been done, Starr's most unluckily, is from my breast, But that the good mind of Camillo tardied The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, My swift command, though I with death, and Haled out to murder: Myself on every post
with Proclaim'd a strumpet ; with immodest hatred, Reward, did threaten and encourage him, The child-bed privilege denied, which ’longs Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane, To women of all fashion :-Lastly, hurried And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest Here to this place, i'the open air, before. Unclasp'd my practice'; quit his fortunes here, I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege, Which you knew great; and to the certain Tell me what blessings I have here alive,
hazard That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed. Of all incertainties himself commended, But yet hear this; mistake me not;no; life, I No richer than his honour :-How he glisters
Thorough my rust! and how his piety To the dead bodies of my queen, and son:
One grave shall be for both; upon them sball
The causes of their death appear, unto
Our shame perpetual : Once a day I'll visit
Wo the while ! The chapel where they lie: and tears, shed there, O, cut my lace ; lest my heart, cracking it,
Shall be my recreation : So long as Break too!
Nature will bear up with this exercise, 1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady?
So long I daily vow to use it. Come,
SCENE III. Bohemia.
A desert Country near the Sech.
Ay, my lord; and fear That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing: We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly, That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant, And threaten present blusters In my con And damnable ungrateful : nor was't much,
science, Thou would'st have poisoned good Carnillo's The heavens with that we have in hand are honour,
angry, To have himn kill a king ; poor trespasses,
And frown upon us.
Mar. Make your best haste; and go not
Go thou away : Laid to thy answer : But the last,-0, lords,
I'll follow instantly. When I have said, cry, wo!-the queen, the
I am glad at heart
To be so rid o' the business. queen,
[Erit. The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and Ant.
Come, poor babe :vengeance fort
I have heard (but not believed) the spirits of Not dropp'd down yet.
the dead 1 Lord.
The higher powers forbid! May walk again: If such thing be, thy mother Paul. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't: if word, Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream nor oath,
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
Like very sanctity, she did approach
Did this break from her: Good Antigonus,
of my poor babe, according to thine oath, Leon.
Go on, go on : Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
babe 1 Lord.
Say no more; Is counted lost for ever, Perdita, Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault I pr’ythee, callt; for this ungentle business, l' the boldness of your speech.
Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see Paul.
I am sorry fort; Thy wife Paulina, more: and so with shrieks,
I did in time collect myself; and thought
Hermione hath suffer'd death : and that
of king Polixenes, it should here be laid,
[Laying down the child The love I bore your queen,-10, fool again There lie; and there thy character; there these; I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children ;
(Laying down a bundle. I'll not remember you of my own lord, Whieh may, if fortune please, both breed thee, Who is lost too: Take your patience to you,
pretty, And I'll say nothing.
And still rest thine. The storm begins :-Poor Leon.
Thou didst speak but well, wretch, When most the truth ; which I receive much That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd better
To loss, and what may follow !-Weep I cannot, Than to be pitied of thee. 'Prythee, bring me But my heart bleeds; and most accurs'd am I
To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewell ! frequires nothing but secrecy, -Let my sheep go: The day frowns more and more: thou art like -Come, good boy, the next way home. to have
Clo. Go you the next way with your findings; A lullaby too rough : I never saw
I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleThe heaveus so dim by day. A savage cla- man, and how much he hath eaten : they are mour
never curst, but when they are hungry : if Well may I get aboard ? This is the chase ; there be any of him left, I'll bury it. I am gone for ever. (Erit, pursued by a bear. Shep. That's a good deed: If thou may'st dis
cern by that which is left of him, what he is, Enter an old Shepherd.
fetch nie to the sight of him. Shep. I would, there were no age between ten Clo. Marry, will l; and you shall help to put and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep him i' the ground. out the rest : for there is nothing in the between Shep: "Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do but getting wenches with child, wronging the good deeds on't.
[Excunt. ancientry, stealing, fighting.--Hark you now!
ACT IV. Would any but these Loiled brains of nineteen, and two-and-twenty, hunt this weather? They
Enter Time, as Chorus. have scured away two of my best sheep; which, Time. I, -that please some, try all; both joy, fear, the wolf will sooner find, than the master: ir and terror, any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, brews Of good and bad ; that make, and unfold error,ing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will; what Now take npon me, in the name of Time, have we here? [Taking up the child. ! Mercy To itse my wings. 'Impute it not a crime, on's, a barne; a very pretty barne! A boy or a l'o me, or iny swift passage, that I slide child, I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried une: Sare some scape: though I am not book. Of that wide gap ; since it is in my power ish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the To v'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour scape. This has been some stair-work, some To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass trunk-work, some behind-door work : they were the same I am, ere ancient'st order was, warmer that got this, than the poor thing is here. Or what is now received ; I witness to I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son The times that brought them in ; so shall I do come; he hollaed but even now. Whoa, ho hoa ! To the freshest things now reigning; and make
stale Enter Clown
The glistering of this present, as my tale Clo. Hilloa, loa !
Now seems to it. Shep. What, art so near ? If thon'lt see a thing i urn my glass; and give my scene such grow.
Your patience this allowing, to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come ing, hither. What ailest thou, man? Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and The effects of his fond jealousies; so grieving.
As you had slept between. Leontes leaving by land ;-but I am not to say, it is a sea, for ii That he shuts up himself'; imagine me, is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, Gentle spectators, that I now may be you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.
In fair Bohemia; and remember well, Shep. Why, boy, how is it?
I mentioned a son o' the king's, which Florizel Clo: I would, you did but see how it chafes, I now name to you; and with speed so pace how it rages, 'how it takes up the shore! but To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace that's not to the point : 0, the most piteous cry Equal with wond'ring: What of her ensues, of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not I list not prophesy; but let Time's news to see 'em : now the ship boring the moon with Be known, when 'tis brought forth :- a shepher main-mast; and anon swallowed with yest herd's daughter, and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogs. And what to her adheres, which follows after head. And then for the land service, -To see Is the argument of time: Of this allow, how the bear tore ont his shoulder-bone ? how If ever you have spent time worse ere now; he cried to me for help, and said, his name was If never yet, that 'Time himself doth say, Antigonns, a nobleman :-But to make an end He wishes earnestly you never may. (Exit. of the ship :-to see how the sea flap-dragoned it : -ut, first, how the poor souls roared, and
SCENE I. the sea mocked them ;-and how the poor gen. tleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both the same. A Room in the Palace of Polixenes. roaring louder than the sea, or weather.
Enter Polixenes and Camillo. Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy? Clo. Now, now; I have not winked since 1 Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no moro saw these sights: the men are not yet cold under importunate : 'tis a sickness, denying thee any water, nor the bear half dined on the genuleman; thing; a death, to grant this. be's at it now.
Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my coun: Shep, 'Would, I had been by, to have helped try : thongh I have, for the most part, been aired the old man !
abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, Clo. I would you had been by the ship side, to the penitent king, my master, hath sent for me have helped her; there your charity would have to whose feeling sorrows I might be some allay. ucked footing
[ Aside. or I o'erween to think so; which is another spur Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters ! but look to my departure. thee here, boy: Now bless thyself; thou metst Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out with things dying, I with things new born. the rest of thy services, by leaving me now: the Here's a sight for thee; look thee, a bearing. need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath cioch for a squire's child | Look thee here; take made ; better not to have had thee, than thus to up, take up, boy; open't. So, let's see ; It was want thee; thou, having made me businesses, told me I should be rich, by the fairies: this is which none without thec can sufficiently manage, some changeling :-open't : What's within, boy? must either stay to execute them thyself, or take
Clo. You're a made old man ; if the sins of away with thee the very services thon hast done; your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live which if I have not cnough considered, (as too Gold all gold!
much I cannot,) to be more thankful to thee, Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove shall be my study; and my profit therein, the 80: up with it, keep it close; 'home, home, the heaping friendships. Of that fatal country, Sicinext way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still, Ilia, prythee speak no more: whose very naming
panishes me with the remembrance of that peni-| Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. tent, as thou call'st him, and reconciled king, my
[Aside. brother: whose loss of his most precious queen Clo. I cannot do't without counters.--Let me and children, are even now to be afresh lamented. see; what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing Say to me, when saw'st thou the prince Flori feast? Three pounds of sugar ; five pound of zel, my son ? Kings are no less unhappy, their currants ; rice-What will this sister of mine issue not being gracions, than they are losing do with rice? Bat my father hath made her mis them, when they have approved their virtnies. tress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath
Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the inade me four-and-twenty nosegays for the shear. prince: What his happier atlairs may be, are 10 ers: three-man song-men all, and very good me unknown: but I have missingly noted, he is ones; but they are most of them means and of late much retired from court; and is less fre- bases : but one Puritan amongst them, and he quent to his princely exercises, than formerly he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron, hath appeared.
to colour the warden pies; mace,-dales,-none, Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo ; and that's out of my note : nutmege, seven; a race with some care ; so far, that I have eyes under or two of ginger ; but that I may beg; four my service, which look upon bia renovedness : pound of prunes, and as many of raisins of from whom I have this intelligence; That he is the sun. seldom from the house of a most homely shep. Aut. O, that ever I was born! herd : a man, they say, that from very nothing,
(Grovelling on the ground. and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, Clo. !' the name of me, is grown into an unspeakable estate.
Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these Cam. I have heard, sit, of such a man, who rags; and then, death, death! hath a daughter of most rare note: the report of Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more her is extended more than can be thought to be rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off. gin from such a cottage.
Aut. o, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence. me more than the stripes I have received ; which But I fear the angle thai plucks our son thither. are mighty ones and millions. Thou shalt accompany us to the place : where Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating we will, not appearing what we are, have some may come to a great matter. question with the shepherd; from whose simpli-Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money city, I think it not uneasy to get the cause of my and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable son's resort thither. Peythee, be my present things put upon me. partner in this business,aud lay aside the thoughts Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot
man? of Sicilia.
Aut. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot-man. Cam. I willingly obey your command. Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the Pol. My best Camillo !-We must disguise garments he hath left with thee: if this be a ourselves.
(Exeunt. Lorse-man's coat, it hath seen very hot service. SCENE II. The same.
Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee : come, lend me thy hand.
(Helping him up. A Road near the Shepherd's Cottage. Aut.' o! good sir, tenderly, oh! Enter Autolycus, singing.
Clo. Alas, poor soul !
Aut. O, good sir, softly, good sir : I fear, sir, When daffodils begin to peer,
my shoulder-blade is out. With, heigh! the dory over the dale,
Člo. How now? canst stand? Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year : Aut. Softly, dear sir ; [Picks his pocker) good
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. sir, softly ; you ha' done me a charitable office. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little With, hey! the sweet birds, o, how they sing ! money for thce. Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ;
Aut. No, good sweet sir ; no, I beseech you, For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
sir ; I have a kinsman not past three quarters of The lark, that tirra-lirra chants,
a mile hence, unto whom I was going; I shall
there have money, or any thing I want : Offer With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay
no money, '1 pray you ; that kills my Are summer song for me and my aunts,
heart. While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Clo. What manner of fellow was he that rob. I have served Prince Florizel, and, in my time, bed you? wore three pile ; but now I am out of service: Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go But shall I go mourn for that, my dear ?
about with trol-my dames: I knew him once a The pale moon shines by night:
servant of the prince ; I cannot tell, good sir,
for which of his virtues it was, but he was cer And when Iwander here and there, I then do go right.
tainly whipped out of the court.
Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no vir If tinkers may have leave to live,
tue whipped out of the court: they cherish it, And bear the sow-skin budget;
to make it stay there ; and yet it will no more Then my account I well may give, but abide. And in the stocks avouch it.
Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man My traffick is sheets; when the kite builds, look well : he hath been since an ape-bearer ; then a to lesser linen. My father named me Autolycus; process-server, a bailiff'; then he compassed a mowho, being as I am, littered under Mercury, was tion of the prodigal son, and married a tinker's likewise a snapper up of unconsidered trifles : wife within a mile where iny land and living With die and drab, I'purchased this caparison ; lies; and, having flown over many knavish proand my revenue is the silly cheat: Gallows, and fessions, he settled only in rogue: some call him knock, are too powerful on the highway ; beat. Autolycus. ing, and hanging, are terrors to me ; for the life Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: he to come, I sleep out the thought of it.- A prize! hannts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. a prize!
Aut. Very true, sir; be, sir, he; that's the Enter Clown.
rogne, that put me into this apparel.
Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohe Clo. Let me see ;-Every 'leven wether tods; mia; if you had but looked big, and spit at him, every tod yields-pound and odd shilling: fif he'd have run. toen hundred shorn, -What comes the wool to ? Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter :
I am false of heart that way ; and that he knew, Strangle such
thoughts as these, with any thing I warrant him.
That you behold the while. Your guests are Clo. How do you now?
coming : Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can Lift up your countenance; as it were the day stand, and walk : I will even take my leave of Of celebration of that nuptial, which you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's. We two have sworn shall come. Cló. Shall I bring thee on the way?
O lady fortune, Aut. No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir. Stand you auspicious! Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy spices Enter Shepherd, with Polixenes and Camillo, for our sheep-shearing.
Aul. Prosper you, sweet sir !-(Exit Qlown.] disguised; Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas,and others. Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your Flo.
See, your guests approach: spice... I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, too: If I make not this cheat bring out another, And let's be red with mirth. and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled, Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, and my name put in the book of virtue!
upon Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook; And merrily hent the stile-a :
Both dame and servant: welcom'd all; serv'd
all : A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a. [Exit. Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now SCENE III. The same. A Shepherd's Cottage. At upper end o' the table, now i' the middle; Enter Florizel and Perdita.
On his shoulder, and his: her face o' the fire
With labour; and the thing, she took to quench Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of it, you
She would to each one sip: You are retir'd, Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora, As if you were a feasted one, and not Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing The hostess of the meeting : Pray you, bid Is as a meeting of the petty gods,
These unknown friends to us welcome: for it is And you the queen o't.
A way to make us better friends, more known. Per.
Sir, my gracious lord, Come, quench your blushes; and present yourTo chide at your extremes, it not becomes me; sell 0, pardon, that I name them: your bigh self, That which you are, mistress o' the feast : Come The gracious mark o'the land, you have obscur'd on, With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing, maid,
As your good flock shall prosper. Most goddess-like prank'd up:But that our feasts Per.
Welcome, sir! [To Pol. In every mess have folly, and the feeders It is my father's will, I should take on me Digest it with a custom, I should blush The hostess-ship o' the day :-You're welcome, To see you so attired ; sworn, I think,
(To Camillo. To show myself a glass.
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.-Reverend I bless the time,
sirs, When my good falcon made her flight across For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep Thy father's ground.
Seeming, and savour, all the winter long : Per.
Now Jove afford you cause! Grace, and remembrance, be to you both, To me, the difference forges dread; your great. And welcome to our shearing! ness
Shepherdess, Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble (A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages To think, your father, by some accident, With flowers of winter. Should pass this way, as you did : 0, the fates! Per.
Sir, the year growing ancient, How would he look, to see his work, so noble, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Of urembling winter', -the fairest flowers o' the Shonld I, in these my borrow'd faunts, behold The sternness of his presentee?
Are onr carnations, and streak'd gilliflowers, Flo.
Apprehend Which some call' nature's bastards: of that Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
kind Humbling their deities to love, have taken Our rustick garden's barren; and I care not The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter To get slips of them. Became a bull, and bellow'd; the Green Neptune Pol.
Wherefore, gentle maiden, A ram, and bleated ; and the fire-rob'd god, Do you neglect thein ? Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
For I have heard it said, As I seem now : 'Their transformations There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares Were never for a piece of beauty rarer; With great creating nature. Nor in a way so chaste; since my desires Pol
Say, there be; Ran not before mine honour; nor my lusts Yet nature is made better by no mean, Burn hotter than my faith.
But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Per.
Obut, dear sir, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the marry king:
A gentler scion to the wildest stock; One of these two must be necessities,
And make conceive a bark of baser kind Which then will speak : that you must change By bud of nobler race; This is an art
Which does mend nature.-change it rather : Or I my life.
but Fio. Thon dearest Perdita,
The art itself is nature. With these forc'd thoughts, I prythee, darken Per.
So it is. not
Pol. Then make your garden rich in gilliThe mirth o' the feast : Or I'll be thine, my fair, flowers, Or not my father's: for I cannot be
And do not call them bastards. Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
I'll not pnt I be not thine: to this I am most constant, The dibble in earth to set one slip of them: Though destiny say, no. Be merry, gentle; No more than, were I painted, I would wish