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twg_000000021300 | If ever I return to you again, Ill bring you comfort. GLOUCESTER. Grace go with you, sir! [_Exit Edgar._] Alarum and retreat within. Enter Edgar. EDGAR. Away, old man, give me thy hand, away! King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter taen: Give me thy hand; come on! GLOUCESTER. No further, sir; a man may rot even here. EDGAR. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021301 | What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither; Ripeness is all. Come on. GLOUCESTER. And thats true too. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. The British Camp near Dover Enter in conquest with drum and colours, Edmund, Lear and Cordelia as prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, &c. EDMUND. Some officers take them away: good guard Until their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021302 | greater pleasures first be known That are to censure them. CORDELIA. We are not the first Who with best meaning have incurrd the worst. For thee, oppressed King, I am cast down; Myself could else out-frown false fortunes frown. Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters? LEAR. No, no, no, no. Come, lets away to prison: We two | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021303 | alone will sing like birds i the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing Ill kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness. So well live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and well talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; whos in, whos | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021304 | out; And take upons the mystery of things, As if we were Gods spies. And well wear out, In a walld prison, packs and sects of great ones That ebb and flow by the moon. EDMUND. Take them away. LEAR. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee? He that parts us shall bring | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021305 | a brand from heaven, And fire us hence like foxes. Wipe thine eyes; The good years shall devour them, flesh and fell, Ere they shall make us weep! Well see em starve first: come. [_Exeunt Lear and Cordelia, guarded._] EDMUND. Come hither, captain, hark. Take thou this note [_giving a paper_]; go follow them to prison. One step I have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021306 | advancd thee; if thou dost As this instructs thee, thou dost make thy way To noble fortunes: know thou this, that men Are as the time is; to be tender-minded Does not become a sword. Thy great employment Will not bear question; either say thoult dot, Or thrive by other means. CAPTAIN. Ill dot, my lord. EDMUND. About it; and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021307 | write happy when thou hast done. Mark, I say, instantly; and carry it so As I have set it down. CAPTAIN. I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; If it be mans work, Ill dot. [_Exit._] Flourish. Enter Albany, Goneril, Regan, Officers and Attendants. ALBANY. Sir, you have showd today your valiant strain, And fortune led you well: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021308 | you have the captives Who were the opposites of this days strife: I do require them of you, so to use them As we shall find their merits and our safety May equally determine. EDMUND. Sir, I thought it fit To send the old and miserable King To some retention and appointed guard; Whose age has charms in it, whose | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021309 | title more, To pluck the common bosom on his side, And turn our impressd lances in our eyes Which do command them. With him I sent the queen; My reason all the same; and they are ready Tomorrow, or at further space, to appear Where you shall hold your session. At this time We sweat and bleed: the friend hath | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021310 | lost his friend; And the best quarrels in the heat are cursd By those that feel their sharpness. The question of Cordelia and her father Requires a fitter place. ALBANY. Sir, by your patience, I hold you but a subject of this war, Not as a brother. REGAN. Thats as we list to grace him. Methinks our pleasure might have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021311 | been demanded Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers; Bore the commission of my place and person; The which immediacy may well stand up And call itself your brother. GONERIL. Not so hot: In his own grace he doth exalt himself, More than in your addition. REGAN. In my rights, By me invested, he compeers the best. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021312 | ALBANY. That were the most, if he should husband you. REGAN. Jesters do oft prove prophets. GONERIL. Holla, holla! That eye that told you so lookd but asquint. REGAN. Lady, I am not well; else I should answer From a full-flowing stomach. General, Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony; Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine: Witness the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021313 | world that I create thee here My lord and master. GONERIL. Mean you to enjoy him? ALBANY. The let-alone lies not in your good will. EDMUND. Nor in thine, lord. ALBANY. Half-blooded fellow, yes. REGAN. [_To Edmund._] Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine. ALBANY. Stay yet; hear reason: Edmund, I arrest thee On capital treason; and, in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021314 | thine arrest, This gilded serpent. [_pointing to Goneril._] For your claim, fair sister, I bar it in the interest of my wife; Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord, And I her husband contradict your bans. If you will marry, make your loves to me, My lady is bespoke. GONERIL. An interlude! ALBANY. Thou art armd, Gloucester. Let the trumpet | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021315 | sound: If none appear to prove upon thy person Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons, There is my pledge. [_Throwing down a glove._] Ill make it on thy heart, Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Than I have here proclaimd thee. REGAN. Sick, O, sick! GONERIL. [_Aside._] If not, Ill neer trust medicine. EDMUND. Theres my exchange. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021316 | [_Throwing down a glove._] What in the world he is That names me traitor, villain-like he lies. Call by thy trumpet: he that dares approach, On him, on you, who not? I will maintain My truth and honour firmly. ALBANY. A herald, ho! Enter a Herald. Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers, All levied in my name, have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021317 | in my name Took their discharge. REGAN. My sickness grows upon me. ALBANY. She is not well. Convey her to my tent. [_Exit Regan, led._] Come hither, herald. Let the trumpet sound And read out this. OFFICER. Sound, trumpet! [_A trumpet sounds._] HERALD. [_Reads._] If any man of quality or degree within the lists of the army will maintain upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021318 | Edmund, supposed Earl of Gloucester, that he is a manifold traitor, let him appear by the third sound of the trumpet. He is bold in his defence. EDMUND. Sound! [_First trumpet._] HERALD. Again! [_Second trumpet._] HERALD. Again! Third trumpet. Trumpet answers within. Enter Edgar, armed, preceded by a trumpet. ALBANY. Ask him his purposes, why he appears Upon this call | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021319 | o the trumpet. HERALD. What are you? Your name, your quality? and why you answer This present summons? EDGAR. Know my name is lost; By treasons tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit. Yet am I noble as the adversary I come to cope. ALBANY. Which is that adversary? EDGAR. Whats he that speaks for Edmund, Earl of Gloucester? EDMUND. Himself, what sayst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021320 | thou to him? EDGAR. Draw thy sword, That if my speech offend a noble heart, Thy arm may do thee justice: here is mine. Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours, My oath, and my profession: I protest, Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence, Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune, Thy valour and thy heart, thou art | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021321 | a traitor; False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father; Conspirant gainst this high illustrious prince; And, from the extremest upward of thy head To the descent and dust beneath thy foot, A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou No, This sword, this arm, and my best spirits are bent To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak, Thou liest. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021322 | EDMUND. In wisdom I should ask thy name; But since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes, What safe and nicely I might well delay By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn. Back do I toss those treasons to thy head, With the hell-hated lie oerwhelm thy heart; Which for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021323 | they yet glance by and scarcely bruise, This sword of mine shall give them instant way, Where they shall rest for ever. Trumpets, speak! [_Alarums. They fight. Edmund falls._] ALBANY. Save him, save him! GONERIL. This is mere practice, Gloucester: By the law of arms thou wast not bound to answer An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquishd, But cozend | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021324 | and beguild. ALBANY. Shut your mouth, dame, Or with this paper shall I stop it. Hold, sir; Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil. No tearing, lady; I perceive you know it. [_Gives the letter to Edmund._] GONERIL. Say if I do, the laws are mine, not thine: Who can arraign me fort? [_Exit._] ALBANY. Most monstrous! O! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021325 | Knowst thou this paper? EDMUND. Ask me not what I know. ALBANY. [_To an Officer, who goes out._] Go after her; shes desperate; govern her. EDMUND. What you have chargd me with, that have I done; And more, much more; the time will bring it out. Tis past, and so am I. But what art thou That hast this fortune | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021326 | on me? If thourt noble, I do forgive thee. EDGAR. Lets exchange charity. I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund; If more, the more thou hast wrongd me. My name is Edgar and thy fathers son. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us: The dark and vicious place where thee | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021327 | he got Cost him his eyes. EDMUND. Thou hast spoken right, tis true; The wheel is come full circle; I am here. ALBANY. Methought thy very gait did prophesy A royal nobleness. I must embrace thee. Let sorrow split my heart if ever I Did hate thee or thy father. EDGAR. Worthy prince, I knowt. ALBANY. Where have you hid | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021328 | yourself? How have you known the miseries of your father? EDGAR. By nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale; And when tis told, O that my heart would burst! The bloody proclamation to escape That followd me so near,O, our lives sweetness! That with the pain of death wed hourly die Rather than die at once!taught me to shift | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021329 | Into a madmans rags; tassume a semblance That very dogs disdaind; and in this habit Met I my father with his bleeding rings, Their precious stones new lost; became his guide, Led him, beggd for him, savd him from despair; Never,O fault!reveald myself unto him Until some half hour past, when I was armd; Not sure, though hoping of this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021330 | good success, I askd his blessing, and from first to last Told him my pilgrimage. But his flawd heart, Alack, too weak the conflict to support! Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly. EDMUND. This speech of yours hath movd me, And shall perchance do good, but speak you on; You look as you had something more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021331 | to say. ALBANY. If there be more, more woeful, hold it in; For I am almost ready to dissolve, Hearing of this. EDGAR. This would have seemd a period To such as love not sorrow; but another, To amplify too much, would make much more, And top extremity. Whilst I was big in clamour, came there a man Who, having | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021332 | seen me in my worst estate, Shunnd my abhorrd society; but then finding Who twas that so endurd, with his strong arms He fastened on my neck, and bellowd out As hed burst heaven; threw him on my father; Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him That ever ear receivd, which in recounting His grief grew puissant, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021333 | the strings of life Began to crack. Twice then the trumpets sounded, And there I left him trancd. ALBANY. But who was this? EDGAR. Kent, sir, the banishd Kent; who in disguise Followd his enemy king and did him service Improper for a slave. Enter a Gentleman hastily, with a bloody knife. GENTLEMAN. Help, help! O, help! EDGAR. What kind | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021334 | of help? ALBANY. Speak, man. EDGAR. What means this bloody knife? GENTLEMAN. Tis hot, it smokes; It came even from the heart ofO! shes dead! ALBANY. Who dead? Speak, man. GENTLEMAN. Your lady, sir, your lady; and her sister By her is poisoned; she hath confesses it. EDMUND. I was contracted to them both, all three Now marry in an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021335 | instant. EDGAR. Here comes Kent. Enter Kent. ALBANY. Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead. This judgement of the heavens that makes us tremble Touches us not with pity. O, is this he? The time will not allow the compliment Which very manners urges. KENT. I am come To bid my King and master aye good night: Is he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021336 | not here? ALBANY. Great thing of us forgot! Speak, Edmund, wheres the King? and wheres Cordelia? The bodies of Goneril and Regan are brought in. Seest thou this object, Kent? KENT. Alack, why thus? EDMUND. Yet Edmund was belovd. The one the other poisoned for my sake, And after slew herself. ALBANY. Even so. Cover their faces. EDMUND. I pant | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021337 | for life. Some good I mean to do, Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send, Be brief in it, to the castle; for my writ Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia; Nay, send in time. ALBANY. Run, run, O, run! EDGAR. To who, my lord? Who has the office? Send Thy token of reprieve. EDMUND. Well thought | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021338 | on: take my sword, Give it the captain. EDGAR. Haste thee for thy life. [_Exit Edgar._] EDMUND. He hath commission from thy wife and me To hang Cordelia in the prison, and To lay the blame upon her own despair, That she fordid herself. ALBANY. The gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile. [_Edmund is borne off._] Enter Lear with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021339 | Cordelia dead in his arms; Edgar, Officer and others following. LEAR. Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stone. Had I your tongues and eyes, Ild use them so That heavens vault should crack. Shes gone for ever! I know when one is dead, and when one lives; Shes dead as earth. Lend me a looking glass; If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021340 | that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives. KENT. Is this the promisd end? EDGAR. Or image of that horror? ALBANY. Fall, and cease! LEAR. This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt. KENT. O, my good master! [_Kneeling._] LEAR. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021341 | Prythee, away! EDGAR. Tis noble Kent, your friend. LEAR. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! I might have savd her; now shes gone for ever! Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What ist thou sayst? Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman. I killd the slave that was a-hanging thee. OFFICER. Tis true, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021342 | my lords, he did. LEAR. Did I not, fellow? I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion I would have made them skip. I am old now, And these same crosses spoil me. Who are you? Mine eyes are not o the best, Ill tell you straight. KENT. If Fortune brag of two she lovd and hated, One | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021343 | of them we behold. LEAR. This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent? KENT. The same, Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius? LEAR. Hes a good fellow, I can tell you that; Hell strike, and quickly too:. Hes dead and rotten. KENT. No, my good lord; I am the very man. LEAR. Ill see that straight. KENT. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021344 | That from your first of difference and decay Have followd your sad steps. LEAR. You are welcome hither. KENT. Nor no man else. Alls cheerless, dark and deadly. Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves, And desperately are dead. LEAR. Ay, so I think. ALBANY. He knows not what he says; and vain is it That we present us to him. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021345 | EDGAR. Very bootless. Enter an Officer. OFFICER. Edmund is dead, my lord. ALBANY. Thats but a trifle here. You lords and noble friends, know our intent. What comfort to this great decay may come Shall be applied. For us, we will resign, During the life of this old majesty, To him our absolute power; [_to Edgar and Kent_] you to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021346 | your rights; With boot and such addition as your honours Have more than merited. All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue and all foes The cup of their deservings. O, see, see! LEAR. And my poor fool is hangd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021347 | all? Thoult come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir. Do you see this? Look on her: look, her lips, Look there, look there! [_He dies._] EDGAR. He faints! My lord, my lord! KENT. Break, heart; I prythee break! EDGAR. Look up, my lord. KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021348 | pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer. EDGAR. He is gone indeed. KENT. The wonder is, he hath endurd so long: He but usurpd his life. ALBANY. Bear them from hence. Our present business Is general woe. [_To Edgar and Kent._] Friends of my soul, you twain, Rule in this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021349 | realm and the gord state sustain. KENT. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls me, I must not say no. EDGAR. The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021350 | so long. [_Exeunt with a dead march._] LOVES LABOURS LOST Contents ACT I Scene I. The King of Navarres park Scene II. The park ACT II Scene I. The King of Navarres park. A pavilion and tents at a distance ACT III Scene I. The King of Navarres park ACT IV Scene I. The King of Navarres park Scene II. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021351 | The same Scene III. The same ACT V Scene I. The King of Navarres park Scene II. The same. Before the Princesss pavilion Dramatis Person KING of Navarre, also known as Ferdinand BEROWNE, Lord attending on the King LONGAVILLE, Lord attending on the King DUMAINE, Lord attending on the King The PRINCESS of France ROSALINE, Lady attending on the Princess | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021352 | MARIA, Lady attending on the Princess KATHARINE, Lady attending on the Princess BOYET, Lord attending on the Princess Don Adriano de ARMADO, a fantastical Spaniard MOTH, Page to Armado JAQUENETTA, a country wench COSTARD, a Clown DULL, a Constable HOLOFERNES, a Schoolmaster Sir NATHANIEL, a Curate A FORESTER MARCAD, a messenger from France Lords, Blackamoors, Officers and Others, Attendants on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021353 | the King and Princess. SCENE: Navarre ACT I SCENE I. The King of Navarres park Enter Ferdinand, King of Navarre, Berowne, Longaville and Dumaine. KING. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, Th endeavour of this present | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021354 | breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythes keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors, for so you are That war against your own affections And the huge army of the worlds desires, Our late edict shall strongly stand in force. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; Our court shall be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021355 | a little academe, Still and contemplative in living art. You three, Berowne, Dumaine and Longaville, Have sworn for three years term to live with me, My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes That are recorded in this schedule here. Your oaths are passed, and now subscribe your names, That his own hand may strike his honour down That violates the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021356 | smallest branch herein. If you are armed to do as sworn to do, Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too. LONGAVILLE. I am resolved. Tis but a three years fast. The mind shall banquet, though the body pine. Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits. [_He signs._] DUMAINE. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021357 | My loving lord, Dumaine is mortified. The grosser manner of these worlds delights He throws upon the gross worlds baser slaves. To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die, With all these living in philosophy. [_He signs._] BEROWNE. I can but say their protestation over. So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, That is, to live and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021358 | study here three years. But there are other strict observances: As not to see a woman in that term, Which I hope well is not enrolled there; And one day in a week to touch no food, And but one meal on every day beside, The which I hope is not enrolled there; And then to sleep but three hours | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021359 | in the night, And not be seen to wink of all the day, When I was wont to think no harm all night, And make a dark night too of half the day, Which I hope well is not enrolled there. O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. KING. Your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021360 | oath is passed to pass away from these. BEROWNE. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please. I only swore to study with your Grace And stay here in your court for three years space. LONGAVILLE. You swore to that, Berowne, and to the rest. BEROWNE. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. What is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021361 | the end of study, let me know? KING. Why, that to know which else we should not know. BEROWNE. Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense? KING. Ay, that is studys god-like recompense. BEROWNE. Come on, then, I will swear to study so, To know the thing I am forbid to know: As thus, to study where I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021362 | well may dine, When I to feast expressly am forbid; Or study where to meet some mistress fine, When mistresses from common sense are hid; Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, Study to break it, and not break my troth. If studys gain be thus, and this be so, Study knows that which yet it doth not know. Swear me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021363 | to this, and I will neer say no. KING. These be the stops that hinder study quite, And train our intellects to vain delight. BEROWNE. Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain: As painfully to pore upon a book To seek the light of truth, while truth the while Doth falsely | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021364 | blind the eyesight of his look. Light seeking light doth light of light beguile; So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. Study me how to please the eye indeed By fixing it upon a fairer eye, Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, And give him light | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021365 | that it was blinded by. Study is like the heavens glorious sun, That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others books. These earthly godfathers of heavens lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021366 | not what they are. Too much to know is to know naught but fame, And every godfather can give a name. KING. How well hes read, to reason against reading. DUMAINE. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding. LONGAVILLE. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding. BEROWNE. The spring is near when green geese are a-breeding. DUMAINE. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021367 | How follows that? BEROWNE. Fit in his place and time. DUMAINE. In reason nothing. BEROWNE. Something then in rhyme. LONGAVILLE. Berowne is like an envious sneaping frost That bites the first-born infants of the spring. BEROWNE. Well, say I am. Why should proud summer boast Before the birds have any cause to sing? Why should I joy in any abortive | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021368 | birth? At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in Mays new-fangled shows, But like of each thing that in season grows. So you, to study now it is too late, Climb oer the house to unlock the little gate. KING. Well, sit you out. Go home, Berowne. Adieu. BEROWNE. No, my good lord, I have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021369 | sworn to stay with you, And though I have for barbarism spoke more Than for that angel knowledge you can say, Yet confident Ill keep what I have sworn And bide the penance of each three years day. Give me the paper, let me read the same, And to the strictest decrees Ill write my name. KING. How well this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021370 | yielding rescues thee from shame. BEROWNE. [_Reads_.] _Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court._ Hath this been proclaimed? LONGAVILLE. Four days ago. BEROWNE. Lets see the penalty. [_Reads_.] _On pain of losing her tongue._ Who devised this penalty? LONGAVILLE. Marry, that did I. BEROWNE. Sweet lord, and why? LONGAVILLE. To fright them hence with that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021371 | dread penalty. BEROWNE. A dangerous law against gentility. [_Reads_.] _Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise._ This article, my liege, yourself must break, For well you know here comes in embassy The French Kings daughter, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021372 | with yourself to speak A mild of grace and complete majesty About surrender up of Aquitaine To her decrepit, sick, and bedrid father. Therefore this article is made in vain, Or vainly comes th admired Princess hither. KING. What say you, lords? Why, this was quite forgot. BEROWNE. So study evermore is overshot. While it doth study to have what | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021373 | it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should; And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, Tis won as towns with fire: so won, so lost. KING. We must of force dispense with this decree. She must lie here on mere necessity. BEROWNE. Necessity will make us all forsworn Three thousand times within this three years | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021374 | space; For every man with his affects is born, Not by might mastered, but by special grace. If I break faith, this word shall speak for me: I am forsworn on mere necessity. So to the laws at large I write my name, And he that breaks them in the least degree Stands in attainder of eternal shame. Suggestions are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021375 | to other as to me; But I believe, although I seem so loath, I am the last that will last keep his oath. [_He signs._] But is there no quick recreation granted? KING. Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted With a refined traveller of Spain, A man in all the worlds new fashion planted, That hath | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021376 | a mint of phrases in his brain; One who the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony, A man of complements, whom right and wrong Have chose as umpire of their mutiny. This child of fancy, that Armado hight, For interim to our studies shall relate In high-born words the worth of many a knight From | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021377 | tawny Spain lost in the worlds debate. How you delight, my lords, I know not, I, But I protest I love to hear him lie, And I will use him for my minstrelsy. BEROWNE. Armado is a most illustrious wight, A man of fire-new words, fashions own knight. LONGAVILLE. Costard the swain and he shall be our sport, And so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021378 | to study three years is but short. Enter Dull, a Constable, with a letter, and Costard. DULL. Which is the Dukes own person? BEROWNE. This, fellow. What wouldst? DULL. I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his Graces farborough. But I would see his own person in flesh and blood. BEROWNE. This is he. DULL. Signior Arm Arm | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021379 | commends you. Theres villainy abroad. This letter will tell you more. COSTARD. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me. KING. A letter from the magnificent Armado. BEROWNE. How long soever the matter, I hope in God for high words. LONGAVILLE. A high hope for a low heaven. God grant us patience! BEROWNE. To hear, or forbear laughing? LONGAVILLE. To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021380 | hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately, or to forbear both. BEROWNE. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb in the merriness. COSTARD. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner. BEROWNE. In what manner? COSTARD. In manner and form following, sir, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021381 | all those three. I was seen with her in the manor-house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park, which, put together, is in manner and form following. Now, sir, for the manner. It is the manner of a man to speak to a woman. For the formin some form. BEROWNE. For the following, sir? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021382 | COSTARD. As it shall follow in my correction, and God defend the right! KING. Will you hear this letter with attention? BEROWNE. As we would hear an oracle. COSTARD. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh. KING. [_Reads_.] _Great deputy, the welkins vicegerent and sole dominator of Navarre, my souls earths god and bodys fostering patron_ | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021383 | COSTARD. Not a word of Costard yet. KING. [_Reads_.] _So it is_ COSTARD. It may be so; but if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, but so. KING. Peace! COSTARD. Be to me, and every man that dares not fight. KING. No words! COSTARD. Of other mens secrets, I beseech you. KING. [_Reads_.] _So it is, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021384 | besieged with sable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth hour, when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021385 | Now for the ground which? Which, I mean, I walked upon. It is ycleped thy park. Then for the place, where? Where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest. But to the place where? It standeth north-north-east and by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021386 | east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden. There did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth_ COSTARD. Me? KING. [_Reads_.] _That unlettered small-knowing soul_ COSTARD. Me? KING. [_Reads_.] _That shallow vassal_ COSTARD. Still me? KING. [_Reads_.] _Which, as I remember, hight Costard_ COSTARD. O me! KING. [_Reads_.] _Sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021387 | proclaimed edict and continent canon, which with, O, withbut with this I passion to say wherewith_ COSTARD. With a wench. KING. [_Reads_.] _With a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Him, I, as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on, have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021388 | sweet Graces officer, Antony Dull, a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation._ DULL. Me, ant shall please you; I am Antony Dull. KING. [_Reads_.] _For Jaquenetta, so is the weaker vessel called which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain, I keep her as a vessel of thy laws fury, and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021389 | bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heartburning heat of duty, Don Adriano de Armado._ BEROWNE. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard. KING. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this? COSTARD. Sir, I confess the wench. KING. Did you hear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021390 | the proclamation? COSTARD. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it. KING. It was proclaimed a years imprisonment to be taken with a wench. COSTARD. I was taken with none, sir. I was taken with a damsel. KING. Well, it was proclaimed damsel. COSTARD. This was no damsel neither, sir; she was a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021391 | virgin. KING. It is so varied too, for it was proclaimed virgin. COSTARD. If it were, I deny her virginity. I was taken with a maid. KING. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. COSTARD. This maid will serve my turn, sir. KING. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you shall fast a week with bran and water. COSTARD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021392 | I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge. KING. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. My Lord Berowne, see him delivered oer; And go we, lords, to put in practice that Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. [_Exeunt King, Longaville and Dumaine._] BEROWNE. Ill lay my head to any good mans hat These oaths and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021393 | laws will prove an idle scorn. Sirrah, come on. COSTARD. I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl. And therefore welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, sit thee down, sorrow. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. The park Enter Armado and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021394 | Moth, his Page. ARMADO. Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy? MOTH. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. ARMADO. Why, sadness is one and the selfsame thing, dear imp. MOTH. No, no, O Lord, sir, no. ARMADO. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal? MOTH. By a familiar | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021395 | demonstration of the working, my tough signior. ARMADO. Why tough signior? Why tough signior? MOTH. Why tender juvenal? Why tender juvenal? ARMADO. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender. MOTH. And I, tough signior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough. ARMADO. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021396 | Pretty and apt. MOTH. How mean you, sir? I pretty and my saying apt, or I apt, and my saying pretty? ARMADO. Thou pretty, because little. MOTH. Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt? ARMADO. And therefore apt, because quick. MOTH. Speak you this in my praise, master? ARMADO. In thy condign praise. MOTH. I will praise an eel with the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021397 | same praise. ARMADO. What, that an eel is ingenious? MOTH. That an eel is quick. ARMADO. I do say thou art quick in answers. Thou heatst my blood. MOTH. I am answered, sir. ARMADO. I love not to be crossed. MOTH. [_Aside_.] He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him. ARMADO. I have promised to study three years with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021398 | the Duke. MOTH. You may do it in an hour, sir. ARMADO. Impossible. MOTH. How many is one thrice told? ARMADO. I am ill at reckoning. It fitteth the spirit of a tapster. MOTH. You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir. ARMADO. I confess both. They are both the varnish of a complete man. MOTH. Then I am sure | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021399 | you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to. ARMADO. It doth amount to one more than two. MOTH. Which the base vulgar do call three. ARMADO. True. MOTH. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now heres three studied ere yell thrice wink. And how easy it is to put years to the word three, | 60 | gutenberg |
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