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AUTOLYCUS: I know you are now, sir, a gentleman born. |
Clown: Ay, and have been so any time these four hours. |
Shepherd: And so have I, boy. |
Clown: So you have: but I was a gentleman born before my father; for the king's son took me by the hand, and called me brother; and then the two kings called my father brother; and then the prince my brother and the princess my sister called my father father; and so we wept, and there was the first gentleman-like tears... |
Shepherd: We may live, son, to shed many more. |
Clown: Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so preposterous estate as we are. |
AUTOLYCUS: I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your worship and to give me your good report to the prince my master. |
Shepherd: Prithee, son, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen. |
Clown: Thou wilt amend thy life? |
AUTOLYCUS: Ay, an it like your good worship. |
Clown: Give me thy hand: I will swear to the prince thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia. |
Shepherd: You may say it, but not swear it. |
Clown: Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and franklins say it, I'll swear it. |
Shepherd: How if it be false, son? |
Clown: If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear it in the behalf of his friend: and I'll swear to the prince thou art a tall fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know thou art no tall fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt be drunk: but I'll swear it, and I would thou wouldst be a tall ... |
AUTOLYCUS: I will prove so, sir, to my power. |
Clown: Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: if I do not wonder how thou darest venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not. Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good masters. |
LEONTES: O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort That I have had of thee! |
PAULINA: What, sovereign sir, I did not well I meant well. All my services You have paid home: but that you have vouchsafed, With your crown'd brother and these your contracted Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit, It is a surplus of your grace, which never My life may last to answer. |
LEONTES: O Paulina, We honour you with trouble: but we came To see the statue of our queen: your gallery Have we pass'd through, not without much content In many singularities; but we saw not That which my daughter came to look upon, The statue of her mother. |
PAULINA: As she lived peerless, So her dead likeness, I do well believe, Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it Lonely, apart. But here it is: prepare To see the life as lively mock'd as ever Still sleep mock'd death: behold, and say 'tis well. I like your silence, it the more... |
LEONTES: Her natural posture! Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she In thy not chiding, for she was as tender As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina, Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing So aged as this seems. |
POLIXENES: O, not by much. |
PAULINA: So much the more our carver's excellence; Which lets go by some sixteen years and makes her As she lived now. |
LEONTES: As now she might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it is Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, Even with such life of majesty, warm life, As now it coldly stands, when first I woo'd her! I am ashamed: does not the stone rebuke me For being more stone than it? O royal piece, There's magic in thy m... |
PERDITA: And give me leave, And do not say 'tis superstition, that I kneel and then implore her blessing. Lady, Dear queen, that ended when I but began, Give me that hand of yours to kiss. |
PAULINA: O, patience! The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's Not dry. |
CAMILLO: My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on, Which sixteen winters cannot blow away, So many summers dry; scarce any joy Did ever so long live; no sorrow But kill'd itself much sooner. |
POLIXENES: Dear my brother, Let him that was the cause of this have power To take off so much grief from you as he Will piece up in himself. |
PAULINA: Indeed, my lord, If I had thought the sight of my poor image Would thus have wrought you,--for the stone is mine-- I'ld not have show'd it. |
LEONTES: Do not draw the curtain. |
PAULINA: No longer shall you gaze on't, lest your fancy May think anon it moves. |
LEONTES: Let be, let be. Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-- What was he that did make it? See, my lord, Would you not deem it breathed? and that those veins Did verily bear blood? |
POLIXENES: Masterly done: The very life seems warm upon her lip. |
LEONTES: The fixture of her eye has motion in't, As we are mock'd with art. |
PAULINA: I'll draw the curtain: My lord's almost so far transported that He'll think anon it lives. |
LEONTES: O sweet Paulina, Make me to think so twenty years together! No settled senses of the world can match The pleasure of that madness. Let 't alone. |
PAULINA: I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you: but I could afflict you farther. |
LEONTES: Do, Paulina; For this affliction has a taste as sweet As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her: what fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her. |
PAULINA: Good my lord, forbear: The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; You'll mar it if you kiss it, stain your own With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain? |
LEONTES: No, not these twenty years. |
PERDITA: So long could I Stand by, a looker on. |
PAULINA: Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you For more amazement. If you can behold it, I'll make the statue move indeed, descend And take you by the hand; but then you'll think-- Which I protest against--I am assisted By wicked powers. |
LEONTES: What you can make her do, I am content to look on: what to speak, I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy To make her speak as move. |
PAULINA: It is required You do awake your faith. Then all stand still; On: those that think it is unlawful business I am about, let them depart. |
LEONTES: Proceed: No foot shall stir. |
PAULINA: Music, awake her; strike! 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach; Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come, I'll fill your grave up: stir, nay, come away, Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him Dear life redeems you. You perceive she stirs: Start not; her actions shall be holy as You hear my ... |
LEONTES: O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating. |
POLIXENES: She embraces him. |
CAMILLO: She hangs about his neck: If she pertain to life let her speak too. |
POLIXENES: Ay, and make't manifest where she has lived, Or how stolen from the dead. |
PAULINA: That she is living, Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old tale: but it appears she lives, Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while. Please you to interpose, fair madam: kneel And pray your mother's blessing. Turn, good lady; Our Perdita is found. |
HERMIONE: You gods, look down And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head! Tell me, mine own. Where hast thou been preserved? where lived? how found Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear that I, Knowing by Paulina that the oracle Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserved Myself to see the i... |
PAULINA: There's time enough for that; Lest they desire upon this push to trouble Your joys with like relation. Go together, You precious winners all; your exultation Partake to every one. I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost. |
LEONTES: O, peace, Paulina! Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent, As I by thine a wife: this is a match, And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine; But how, is to be question'd; for I saw her, As I thought, dead, and have in vain said many A prayer upon her grave. I'll not seek far-- For him, I partly know... |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Escalus. |
ESCALUS: My lord. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse; Since I am put to know that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My strength can give you: then no more remains, But that to your sufficiency, as your Worth is able, And let them work. The natu... |
ESCALUS: If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is Lord Angelo. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Look where he comes. |
ANGELO: Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Di... |
ANGELO: Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of my metal, Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp'd upon it. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: No more evasion: We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition That it prefers itself and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it go... |
ANGELO: Yet give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: My haste may not admit it; Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do With any scruple; your scope is as mine own So to enforce or qualify the laws As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand: I'll privily away. I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes: Through it do well, I do not r... |
ANGELO: The heavens give safety to your purposes! |
ESCALUS: Lead forth and bring you back in happiness! |
DUKE: I thank you. Fare you well. |
ESCALUS: I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place: A power I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed. |
ANGELO: 'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together, And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point. |
ESCALUS: I'll wait upon your honour. |
LUCIO: If the duke with the other dukes come not to composition with the King of Hungary, why then all the dukes fall upon the king. |
First Gentleman: Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's! |
Second Gentleman: Amen. |
LUCIO: Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped one out of the table. |
Second Gentleman: 'Thou shalt not steal'? |
LUCIO: Ay, that he razed. |
First Gentleman: Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions: they put forth to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition well that prays for peace. |
Second Gentleman: I never heard any soldier dislike it. |
LUCIO: I believe thee; for I think thou never wast where grace was said. |
Second Gentleman: No? a dozen times at least. |
First Gentleman: What, in metre? |
LUCIO: In any proportion or in any language. |
First Gentleman: I think, or in any religion. |
LUCIO: Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace. |
First Gentleman: Well, there went but a pair of shears between us. |
LUCIO: I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list. |
First Gentleman: And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou'rt a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now? |
LUCIO: I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee. |
First Gentleman: I think I have done myself wrong, have I not? |
Second Gentleman: Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free. |
LUCIO: Behold, behold. where Madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to-- |
Second Gentleman: To what, I pray? |
LUCIO: Judge. |
Second Gentleman: To three thousand dolours a year. |
First Gentleman: Ay, and more. |
LUCIO: A French crown more. |
First Gentleman: Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error; I am sound. |
LUCIO: Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee. |
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