1609 THE SONNETS by William Shakespeare 1 From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might

never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. 2 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed of small worth held: Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; To say within thine own deep sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse' Proving his beauty by succession thine. This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold. 3 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest, Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb, Of his self-love to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime, So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. But if thou live remembered not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee. 4 Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend, Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free: Then beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse, The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless usurer why dost thou use

So great a sum of sums yet canst not live? For having traffic with thy self alone, Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive, Then how when nature calls thee to be gone, What acceptable audit canst thou leave? Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee, Which used lives th' executor to be. 5 Those hours that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell Will play the tyrants to the very same, And that unfair which fairly doth excel: For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter and confounds him there, Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where: Then were not summer's distillation left A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it nor no remembrance what it was. But flowers distilled though they with winter meet, Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet. 6 Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place, With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed: That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; That's for thy self to breed another thee, Or ten times happier be it ten for one, Ten times thy self were happier than thou art, If ten of thine ten times refigured thee: Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart, Leaving thee living in posterity? Be not self-willed for thou art much too fair, To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir. 7 Lo in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his sacred majesty, And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill, Resembling strong youth in his middle age, Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, Attending on his golden pilgrimage: But when from highmost pitch with weary car, Like feeble age he reeleth from the day, The eyes (fore duteous) now converted are From his low tract and look another way: So thou, thy self out-going in thy noon: Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son. 8 Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,

Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married do offend thine ear, They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear: Mark how one string sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering; Resembling sire, and child, and happy mother, Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee, 'Thou single wilt prove none'. 9 Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee like a makeless wife, The world will be thy widow and still weep, That thou no form of thee hast left behind, When every private widow well may keep, By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind: Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it; But beauty's waste hath in the world an end, And kept unused the user so destroys it: No love toward others in that bosom sits That on himself such murd'rous shame commits. 10 For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident: For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate, That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire, Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire: O change thy thought, that I may change my mind, Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love? Be as thy presence is gracious and kind, Or to thy self at least kind-hearted prove, Make thee another self for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee. 11 As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st, In one of thine, from that which thou departest, And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st, Thou mayst call thine, when thou from youth convertest, Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase, Without this folly, age, and cold decay, If all were minded so, the times should cease, And threescore year would make the world away: Let those whom nature hath not made for store, Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish: Look whom she best endowed, she gave thee more; Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish: She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby, Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.

12 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow, And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence. 13 O that you were your self, but love you are No longer yours, than you your self here live, Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some other give. So should that beauty which you hold in lease Find no determination, then you were Your self again after your self's decease, When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear. Who lets so fair a house fall to decay, Which husbandry in honour might uphold, Against the stormy gusts of winter's day And barren rage of death's eternal cold? O none but unthrifts, dear my love you know, You had a father, let your son say so. 14 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of good, or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality, Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell; Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well By oft predict that I in heaven find. But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And constant stars in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive If from thy self, to store thou wouldst convert: Or else of thee this I prognosticate, Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date. 15 When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment. That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment. When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky: Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory. Then the conceit of this inconstant stay, Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,

Where wasteful time debateth with decay To change your day of youth to sullied night, And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new. 16 But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time? And fortify your self in your decay With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit: So should the lines of life that life repair Which this (Time's pencil) or my pupil pen Neither in inward worth nor outward fair Can make you live your self in eyes of men. To give away your self, keeps your self still, And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill. 17 Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts: If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces. So should my papers (yellowed with their age) Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be termed a poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song. But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice in it, and in my rhyme. 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 19 Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood, Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix, in her blood, Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st, And do whate'er thou wilt swift-footed Time

To the wide world and all her fading sweets: But I forbid thee one most heinous crime, O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen, Him in thy course untainted do allow, For beauty's pattern to succeeding men. Yet do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young. 20 A woman's face with nature's own hand painted, Hast thou the master mistress of my passion, A woman's gentle heart but not acquainted With shifting change as is false women's fashion, An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling: Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth, A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created, Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure. 21 So is it not with me as with that muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven it self for ornament doth use, And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems: With April's first-born flowers and all things rare, That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems. O let me true in love but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair, As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air: Let them say more that like of hearsay well, I will not praise that purpose not to sell. 22 My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date, But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate. For all that beauty that doth cover thee, Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me, How can I then be elder than thou art? O therefore love be of thyself so wary, As I not for my self, but for thee will, Bearing thy heart which I will keep so chary As tender nurse her babe from faring ill. Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain, Thou gav'st me thine not to give back again. 23 As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part,

Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart; So I for fear of trust, forget to say, The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might: O let my looks be then the eloquence, And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more expressed. O learn to read what silent love hath writ, To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. 24 Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled, Thy beauty's form in table of my heart, My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective it is best painter's art. For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes: Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done, Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee; Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, They draw but what they see, know not the heart. 25 Let those who are in favour with their stars, Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I whom fortune of such triumph bars Unlooked for joy in that I honour most; Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread, But as the marigold at the sun's eye, And in themselves their pride lies buried, For at a frown they in their glory die. The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foiled, Is from the book of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toiled: Then happy I that love and am beloved Where I may not remove nor be removed. 26 Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit; To thee I send this written embassage To witness duty, not to show my wit. Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it; But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought (all naked) will bestow it: Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tattered loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect, Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee,

Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me. 27 Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tired, But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired. For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see. Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night) Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new. Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for my self, no quiet find. 28 How can I then return in happy plight That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night and night by day oppressed. And each (though enemies to either's reign) Do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee. I tell the day to please him thou art bright, And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexioned night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even. But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger 29 When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon my self and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least, Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate, For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. 30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow) For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee (dear friend) All losses are restored, and sorrows end. 31 Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead, And there reigns love and all love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye, As interest of the dead, which now appear, But things removed that hidden in thee lie. Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give, That due of many, now is thine alone. Their images I loved, I view in thee, And thou (all they) hast all the all of me. 32 If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover: Compare them with the bett'ring of the time, And though they be outstripped by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men. O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought, 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'. 33 Full many a glorious morning have I seen, Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy: Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine, With all triumphant splendour on my brow, But out alack, he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath masked him from me now. Yet him for this, my love no whit disdaineth, Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth. 34 Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke? 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,

To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of such a salve can speak, That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace: Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief, Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss, Th' offender's sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence's cross. Ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds. 35 No more be grieved at that which thou hast done, Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with compare, My self corrupting salving thy amiss, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are: For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense, Thy adverse party is thy advocate, And 'gainst my self a lawful plea commence: Such civil war is in my love and hate, That I an accessary needs must be, To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me. 36 Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one: So shall those blots that do with me remain, Without thy help, by me be borne alone. In our two loves there is but one respect, Though in our lives a separable spite, Which though it alter not love's sole effect, Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight. I may not evermore acknowledge thee, Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, Nor thou with public kindness honour me, Unless thou take that honour from thy name: But do not so, I love thee in such sort, As thou being mine, mine is thy good report. 37 As a decrepit father takes delight, To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth. For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit, Or any of these all, or all, or more Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit, I make my love engrafted to this store: So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised, Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give, That I in thy abundance am sufficed, And by a part of all thy glory live: Look what is best, that best I wish in thee, This wish I have, then ten times happy me. 38 How can my muse want subject to invent

While thou dost breathe that pour'st into my verse, Thine own sweet argument, too excellent, For every vulgar paper to rehearse? O give thy self the thanks if aught in me, Worthy perusal stand against thy sight, For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee, When thou thy self dost give invention light? Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine which rhymers invocate, And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date. If my slight muse do please these curious days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise. 39 O how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring: And what is't but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this, let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give: That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone: O absence what a torment wouldst thou prove, Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave, To entertain the time with thoughts of love, Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive. And that thou teachest how to make one twain, By praising him here who doth hence remain. 40 Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all, What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more: Then if for my love, thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest, But yet be blamed, if thou thy self deceivest By wilful taste of what thy self refusest. I do forgive thy robbery gentle thief Although thou steal thee all my poverty: And yet love knows it is a greater grief To bear greater wrong, than hate's known injury. Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes. 41 Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits, For still temptation follows where thou art. Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won, Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed. And when a woman woos, what woman's son, Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed? Ay me, but yet thou mightst my seat forbear, And chide thy beauty, and thy straying youth, Who lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:

Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee, Thine by thy beauty being false to me. 42 That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly, That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye, Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her, And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, Suff'ring my friend for my sake to approve her. If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain, And losing her, my friend hath found that loss, Both find each other, and I lose both twain, And both for my sake lay on me this cross, But here's the joy, my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone. 43 When most I wink then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected, But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed. Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright How would thy shadow's form, form happy show, To the clear day with thy much clearer light, When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! How would (I say) mine eyes be blessed made, By looking on thee in the living day, When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade, Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay! All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. 44 If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way, For then despite of space I would be brought, From limits far remote, where thou dost stay, No matter then although my foot did stand Upon the farthest earth removed from thee, For nimble thought can jump both sea and land, As soon as think the place where he would be. But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone, But that so much of earth and water wrought, I must attend, time's leisure with my moan. Receiving nought by elements so slow, But heavy tears, badges of either's woe. 45 The other two, slight air, and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide, The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent with swift motion slide. For when these quicker elements are gone In tender embassy of love to thee, My life being made of four, with two alone, Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy.

Until life's composition be recured, By those swift messengers returned from thee, Who even but now come back again assured, Of thy fair health, recounting it to me. This told, I joy, but then no longer glad, I send them back again and straight grow sad. 46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight, Mine eye, my heart thy picture's sight would bar, My heart, mine eye the freedom of that right, My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie, (A closet never pierced with crystal eyes) But the defendant doth that plea deny, And says in him thy fair appearance lies. To side this title is impanelled A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart, And by their verdict is determined The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part. As thus, mine eye's due is thy outward part, And my heart's right, thy inward love of heart. 47 Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other, When that mine eye is famished for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother; With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, And to the painted banquet bids my heart: Another time mine eye is my heart's guest, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part. So either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me, For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them, and they with thee. Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight. 48 How careful was I when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are, Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief, Thou best of dearest, and mine only care, Art left the prey of every vulgar thief. Thee have I not locked up in any chest, Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art, Within the gentle closure of my breast, From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part, And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear, For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear. 49 Against that time (if ever that time come) When I shall see thee frown on my defects, When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, Called to that audit by advised respects,

Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, And scarcely greet me with that sun thine eye, When love converted from the thing it was Shall reasons find of settled gravity; Against that time do I ensconce me here Within the knowledge of mine own desert, And this my hand, against my self uprear, To guard the lawful reasons on thy part, To leave poor me, thou hast the strength of laws, Since why to love, I can allege no cause. 50 How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek (my weary travel's end) Doth teach that case and that repose to say 'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend.' The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me, As if by some instinct the wretch did know His rider loved not speed being made from thee: The bloody spur cannot provoke him on, That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, Which heavily he answers with a groan, More sharp to me than spurring to his side, For that same groan doth put this in my mind, My grief lies onward and my joy behind. 51 Thus can my love excuse the slow offence, Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed, From where thou art, why should I haste me thence? Till I return of posting is no need. O what excuse will my poor beast then find, When swift extremity can seem but slow? Then should I spur though mounted on the wind, In winged speed no motion shall I know, Then can no horse with my desire keep pace, Therefore desire (of perfect'st love being made) Shall neigh (no dull flesh) in his fiery race, But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade, Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow, Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go. 52 So am I as the rich whose blessed key, Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming in that long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special-blest, By new unfolding his imprisoned pride. Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope, Being had to triumph, being lacked to hope. 53

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one, hath every one, one shade, And you but one, can every shadow lend: Describe Adonis and the counterfeit, Is poorly imitated after you, On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: Speak of the spring, and foison of the year, The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear, And you in every blessed shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you for constant heart. 54 O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live: The canker blooms have full as deep a dye, As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly, When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But for their virtue only is their show, They live unwooed, and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so, Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made: And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth. 55 Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn: The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death, and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth, your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So till the judgment that your self arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes. 56 Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allayed, To-morrow sharpened in his former might. So love be thou, although to-day thou fill Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness, To-morrow see again, and do not kill The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness: Let this sad interim like the ocean be Which parts the shore, where two contracted new, Come daily to the banks, that when they see:

Return of love, more blest may be the view. Or call it winter, which being full of care, Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare. 57 Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour, Whilst I (my sovereign) watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu. Nor dare I question with my jealous thought, Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But like a sad slave stay and think of nought Save where you are, how happy you make those. So true a fool is love, that in your will, (Though you do any thing) he thinks no ill. 58 That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure. O let me suffer (being at your beck) Th' imprisoned absence of your liberty, And patience tame to sufferance bide each check, Without accusing you of injury. Be where you list, your charter is so strong, That you your self may privilage your time To what you will, to you it doth belong, Your self to pardon of self-doing crime. I am to wait, though waiting so be hell, Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well. 59 If there be nothing new, but that which is, Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled, Which labouring for invention bear amis The second burthen of a former child! O that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of the sun, Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was done. That I might see what the old world could say, To this composed wonder of your frame, Whether we are mended, or whether better they, Or whether revolution be the same. O sure I am the wits of former days, To subjects worse have given admiring praise. 60 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,

And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. 61 Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find out shames and idle hours in me, The scope and tenure of thy jealousy? O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake. For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near. 62 Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye, And all my soul, and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my heart. Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, No shape so true, no truth of such account, And for my self mine own worth do define, As I all other in all worths surmount. But when my glass shows me my self indeed beated and chopt with tanned antiquity, Mine own self-love quite contrary I read: Self, so self-loving were iniquity. 'Tis thee (my self) that for my self I praise, Painting my age with beauty of thy days. 63 Against my love shall be as I am now With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn, When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn Hath travelled on to age's steepy night, And all those beauties whereof now he's king Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his spring: For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding age's cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life. His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green. 64 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age, When sometime lofty towers I see down-rased,

And brass eternal slave to mortal rage. When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store. When I have seen such interchange of State, Or state it self confounded, to decay, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have, that which it fears to lose. 65 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O how shall summer's honey breath hold out, Against the wrackful siege of batt'ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays? O fearful meditation, where alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back, Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright. 66 Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that to die, I leave my love alone. 67 Ah wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve, And lace it self with his society? Why should false painting imitate his cheek, And steal dead seeming of his living hue? Why should poor beauty indirectly seek, Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is, Beggared of blood to blush through lively veins, For she hath no exchequer now but his, And proud of many, lives upon his gains? O him she stores, to show what wealth she had, In days long since, before these last so bad.

68 Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before these bastard signs of fair were born, Or durst inhabit on a living brow: Before the golden tresses of the dead, The right of sepulchres, were shorn away, To live a second life on second head, Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay: In him those holy antique hours are seen, Without all ornament, it self and true, Making no summer of another's green, Robbing no old to dress his beauty new, And him as for a map doth Nature store, To show false Art what beauty was of yore. 69 Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view, Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend: All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due, Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend. Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned, But those same tongues that give thee so thine own, In other accents do this praise confound By seeing farther than the eye hath shown. They look into the beauty of thy mind, And that in guess they measure by thy deeds, Then churls their thoughts (although their eyes were kind) To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds: But why thy odour matcheth not thy show, The soil is this, that thou dost common grow. 70 That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair, The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve, Thy worth the greater being wooed of time, For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, And thou present'st a pure unstained prime. Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days, Either not assailed, or victor being charged, Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise, To tie up envy, evermore enlarged, If some suspect of ill masked not thy show, Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe. 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: Nay if you read this line, remember not, The hand that writ it, for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O if (I say) you look upon this verse, When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,

Do not so much as my poor name rehearse; But let your love even with my life decay. Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone. 72 O lest the world should task you to recite, What merit lived in me that you should love After my death (dear love) forget me quite, For you in me can nothing worthy prove. Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, To do more for me than mine own desert, And hang more praise upon deceased I, Than niggard truth would willingly impart: O lest your true love may seem false in this, That you for love speak well of me untrue, My name be buried where my body is, And live no more to shame nor me, nor you. For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth. 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well, which thou must leave ere long. 74 But be contented when that fell arrest, Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. When thou reviewest this, thou dost review, The very part was consecrate to thee, The earth can have but earth, which is his due, My spirit is thine the better part of me, So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, The prey of worms, my body being dead, The coward conquest of a wretch's knife, Too base of thee to be remembered, The worth of that, is that which it contains, And that is this, and this with thee remains. 75 So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found. Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,

Now counting best to be with you alone, Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure, Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starved for a look, Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had, or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away. 76 Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods, and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed? O know sweet love I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument: So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent: For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told. 77 Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste, These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear, And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste. The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show, Of mouthed graves will give thee memory, Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know, Time's thievish progress to eternity. Look what thy memory cannot contain, Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find Those children nursed, delivered from thy brain, To take a new acquaintance of thy mind. These offices, so oft as thou wilt look, Shall profit thee, and much enrich thy book. 78 So oft have I invoked thee for my muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse, As every alien pen hath got my use, And under thee their poesy disperse. Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing, And heavy ignorance aloft to fly, Have added feathers to the learned's wing, And given grace a double majesty. Yet be most proud of that which I compile, Whose influence is thine, and born of thee, In others' works thou dost but mend the style, And arts with thy sweet graces graced be. But thou art all my art, and dost advance As high as learning, my rude ignorance. 79 Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,

But now my gracious numbers are decayed, And my sick muse doth give an other place. I grant (sweet love) thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier pen, Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent, He robs thee of, and pays it thee again, He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word, From thy behaviour, beauty doth he give And found it in thy cheek: he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live. Then thank him not for that which he doth say, Since what he owes thee, thou thy self dost pay. 80 O how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might, To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame. But since your worth (wide as the ocean is) The humble as the proudest sail doth bear, My saucy bark (inferior far to his) On your broad main doth wilfully appear. Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat, Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride, Or (being wrecked) I am a worthless boat, He of tall building, and of goodly pride. Then if he thrive and I be cast away, The worst was this, my love was my decay. 81 Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten, From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part will be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I (once gone) to all the world must die, The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie, Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead, You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men. 82 I grant thou wert not married to my muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book. Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise, And therefore art enforced to seek anew, Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days. And do so love, yet when they have devised, What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathized, In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend. And their gross painting might be better used,

Where cheeks need blood, in thee it is abused. 83 I never saw that you did painting need, And therefore to your fair no painting set, I found (or thought I found) you did exceed, That barren tender of a poet's debt: And therefore have I slept in your report, That you your self being extant well might show, How far a modern quill doth come too short, Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow. This silence for my sin you did impute, Which shall be most my glory being dumb, For I impair not beauty being mute, When others would give life, and bring a tomb. There lives more life in one of your fair eyes, Than both your poets can in praise devise. 84 Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you? In whose confine immured is the store, Which should example where your equal grew. Lean penury within that pen doth dwell, That to his subject lends not some small glory, But he that writes of you, if he can tell, That you are you, so dignifies his story. Let him but copy what in you is writ, Not making worse what nature made so clear, And such a counterpart shall fame his wit, Making his style admired every where. You to your beauteous blessings add a curse, Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse. 85 My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise richly compiled, Reserve their character with golden quill, And precious phrase by all the Muses filed. I think good thoughts, whilst other write good words, And like unlettered clerk still cry Amen, To every hymn that able spirit affords, In polished form of well refined pen. Hearing you praised, I say 'tis so, 'tis true, And to the most of praise add something more, But that is in my thought, whose love to you (Though words come hindmost) holds his rank before, Then others, for the breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect. 86 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of (all too precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write, Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He nor that affable familiar ghost

Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast, I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filled up his line, Then lacked I matter, that enfeebled mine. 87 Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate, The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing: My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thy self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking, So thy great gift upon misprision growing, Comes home again, on better judgement making. Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter, In sleep a king, but waking no such matter. 88 When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Upon thy side, against my self I'll fight, And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn: With mine own weakness being best acquainted, Upon thy part I can set down a story Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted: That thou in losing me, shalt win much glory: And I by this will be a gainer too, For bending all my loving thoughts on thee, The injuries that to my self I do, Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me. Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right, my self will bear all wrong. 89 Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence, Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt: Against thy reasons making no defence. Thou canst not (love) disgrace me half so ill, To set a form upon desired change, As I'll my self disgrace, knowing thy will, I will acquaintance strangle and look strange: Be absent from thy walks and in my tongue, Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, Lest I (too much profane) should do it wronk: And haply of our old acquaintance tell. For thee, against my self I'll vow debate, For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate. 90 Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now, Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross, join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,

Come in the rearward of a conquered woe, Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come, so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might. And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so. 91 Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body's force, Some in their garments though new-fangled ill: Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse. And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, Wherein it finds a joy above the rest, But these particulars are not my measure, All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs, Of more delight than hawks and horses be: And having thee, of all men's pride I boast. Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take, All this away, and me most wretchcd make. 92 But do thy worst to steal thy self away, For term of life thou art assured mine, And life no longer than thy love will stay, For it depends upon that love of thine. Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs, When in the least of them my life hath end, I see, a better state to me belongs Than that, which on thy humour doth depend. Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind, Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie, O what a happy title do I find, Happy to have thy love, happy to die! But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not. 93 So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband, so love's face, May still seem love to me, though altered new: Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place. For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I cannot know thy change, In many's looks, the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange. But heaven in thy creation did decree, That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell, Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell. How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show. 94 They that have power to hurt, and will do none,

That do not do the thing, they most do show, Who moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow: They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense, Tibey are the lords and owners of their faces, Others, but stewards of their excellence: The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to it self, it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds, Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds. 95 How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame, Which like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, (Making lascivious comments on thy sport) Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise, Naming thy name, blesses an ill report. O what a mansion have those vices got, Which for their habitation chose out thee, Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot, And all things turns to fair, that eyes can see! Take heed (dear heart) of this large privilege, The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge. 96 Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness, Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport, Both grace and faults are loved of more and less: Thou mak'st faults graces, that to thee resort: As on the finger of a throned queen, The basest jewel will be well esteemed: So are those errors that in thee are seen, To truths translated, and for true things deemed. How many lambs might the stern wolf betray, If like a lamb he could his looks translate! How many gazers mightst thou lead away, if thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state! But do not so, I love thee in such sort, As thou being mine, mine is thy good report. 97 How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time, The teeming autumn big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widowed wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans, and unfathered fruit, For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And thou away, the very birds are mute.

Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. 98 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April (dressed in all his trim) Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing: That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell: Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose, They were but sweet, but figures of delight: Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play. 99 The forward violet thus did I chide, Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft check for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair, The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair: A third nor red, nor white, had stol'n of both, And to his robbery had annexed thy breath, But for his theft in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see, But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee. 100 Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song, Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light? Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem, In gentle numbers time so idly spent, Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem, And gives thy pen both skill and argument. Rise resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey, If time have any wrinkle graven there, If any, be a satire to decay, And make time's spoils despised everywhere. Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life, So thou prevent'st his scythe, and crooked knife. 101 O truant Muse what shall be thy amends, For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty on my love depends: So dost thou too, and therein dignified: Make answer Muse, wilt thou not haply say, 'Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed, Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay:

But best is best, if never intermixed'? Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb? Excuse not silence so, for't lies in thee, To make him much outlive a gilded tomb: And to be praised of ages yet to be. Then do thy office Muse, I teach thee how, To make him seem long hence, as he shows now. 102 My love is strengthened though more weak in seeming, I love not less, though less the show appear, That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming, The owner's tongue doth publish every where. Our love was new, and then but in the spring, When I was wont to greet it with my lays, As Philomel in summer's front doth sing, And stops her pipe in growth of riper days: Not that the summer is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue: Because I would not dull you with my song. 103 Alack what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare is of more worth Than when it hath my added praise beside. O blame me not if I no more can write! Look in your glass and there appears a face, That over-goes my blunt invention quite, Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace. Were it not sinful then striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your graces and your gifts to tell. And more, much more than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. 104 To me fair friend you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still: three winters cold, Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned, Since first I saw you fresh which yet are green. Ah yet doth beauty like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived, So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived. For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred, Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead. 105 Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be

To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence, Therefore my verse to constancy confined, One thing expressing, leaves out difference. Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument, Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words, And in this change is my invention spent, Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords. Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone. Which three till now, never kept seat in one. 106 When in the chronicle of wasted time, I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed, Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring, And for they looked but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing: For we which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. 107 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul, Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage, Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time, My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. 108 What's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit, What's new to speak, what now to register, That may express my love, or thy dear merit? Nothing sweet boy, but yet like prayers divine, I must each day say o'er the very same, Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name. So that eternal love in love's fresh case, Weighs not the dust and injury of age, Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place, But makes antiquity for aye his page, Finding the first conceit of love there bred, Where time and outward form would show it dead.

109 O never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify, As easy might I from my self depart, As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie: That is my home of love, if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that my self bring water for my stain, Never believe though in my nature reigned, All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stained, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good: For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou my rose, in it thou art my all. 110 Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made my self a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new. Most true it is, that I have looked on truth Askance and strangely: but by all above, These blenches gave my heart another youth, And worse essays proved thee my best of love. Now all is done, have what shall have no end, Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend, A god in love, to whom I am confined. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast. 111 O for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand: Pity me then, and wish I were renewed, Whilst like a willing patient I will drink, Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection, No bitterness that I will bitter think, Nor double penance to correct correction. Pity me then dear friend, and I assure ye, Even that your pity is enough to cure me. 112 Your love and pity doth th' impression fill, Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow, For what care I who calls me well or ill, So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow? You are my all the world, and I must strive, To know my shames and praises from your tongue, None else to me, nor I to none alive, That my steeled sense or changes right or wrong. In so profound abysm I throw all care Of others' voices, that my adder's sense,

To critic and to flatterer stopped are: Mark how with my neglect I do dispense. You are so strongly in my purpose bred, That all the world besides methinks are dead. 113 Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, And that which governs me to go about, Doth part his function, and is partly blind, Seems seeing, but effectually is out: For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch, Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch: For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight, The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night: The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature. Incapable of more, replete with you, My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue. 114 Or whether doth my mind being crowned with you Drink up the monarch's plague this flattery? Or whether shall I say mine eye saith true, And that your love taught it this alchemy? To make of monsters, and things indigest, Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble, Creating every bad a perfect best As fast as objects to his beams assemble: O 'tis the first, 'tis flattery in my seeing, And my great mind most kingly drinks it up, Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing, And to his palate doth prepare the cup. If it be poisoned, 'tis the lesser sin, That mine eye loves it and doth first begin. 115 Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer, Yet then my judgment knew no reason why, My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer, But reckoning time, whose millioned accidents Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of alt'ring things: Alas why fearing of time's tyranny, Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' When I was certain o'er incertainty, Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe, then might I not say so To give full growth to that which still doth grow. 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments, love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come, Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 117 Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay, Forgot upon your dearest love to call, Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day, That I have frequent been with unknown minds, And given to time your own dear-purchased right, That I have hoisted sail to all the winds Which should transport me farthest from your sight. Book both my wilfulness and errors down, And on just proof surmise, accumulate, Bring me within the level of your frown, But shoot not at me in your wakened hate: Since my appeal says I did strive to prove The constancy and virtue of your love. 118 Like as to make our appetite more keen With eager compounds we our palate urge, As to prevent our maladies unseen, We sicken to shun sickness when we purge. Even so being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness, To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding; And sick of welfare found a kind of meetness, To be diseased ere that there was true needing. Thus policy in love t' anticipate The ills that were not, grew to faults assured, And brought to medicine a healthful state Which rank of goodness would by ill be cured. But thence I learn and find the lesson true, Drugs poison him that so feil sick of you. 119 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Still losing when I saw my self to win! What wretched errors hath my heart committed, Whilst it hath thought it self so blessed never! How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted In the distraction of this madding fever! O benefit of ill, now I find true That better is, by evil still made better. And ruined love when it is built anew Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. So I return rebuked to my content, And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent. 120 That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,

Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel. For if you were by my unkindness shaken As I by yours, y'have passed a hell of time, And I a tyrant have no leisure taken To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. O that our night of woe might have remembered My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, And soon to you, as you to me then tendered The humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits! But that your trespass now becomes a fee, Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me. 121 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing. For why should others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my sportive blood? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good? No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses, reckon up their own, I may be straight though they themselves be bevel; By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad and in their badness reign. 122 Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain Beyond all date even to eternity. Or at the least, so long as brain and heart Have faculty by nature to subsist, Till each to razed oblivion yield his part Of thee, thy record never can be missed: That poor retention could not so much hold, Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score, Therefore to give them from me was I bold, To trust those tables that receive thee more: To keep an adjunct to remember thee Were to import forgetfulness in me. 123 No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change, Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange, They are but dressings Of a former sight: Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire, What thou dost foist upon us that is old, And rather make them born to our desire, Than think that we before have heard them told: Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not wond'ring at the present, nor the past, For thy records, and what we see doth lie, Made more or less by thy continual haste: This I do vow and this shall ever be,

I will be true despite thy scythe and thee. 124 If my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune's bastard be unfathered, As subject to time's love or to time's hate, Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gathered. No it was builded far from accident, It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls Under the blow of thralled discontent, Whereto th' inviting time our fashion calls: It fears not policy that heretic, Which works on leases of short-numbered hours, But all alone stands hugely politic, That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers. To this I witness call the fools of time, Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime. 125 Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than waste or ruining? Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour Lose all, and more by paying too much rent For compound sweet; forgoing simple savour, Pitiful thrivers in their gazing spent? No, let me be obsequious in thy heart, And take thou my oblation, poor but free, Which is not mixed with seconds, knows no art, But mutual render, only me for thee. Hence, thou suborned informer, a true soul When most impeached, stands least in thy control. 126 O thou my lovely boy who in thy power, Dost hold Time's fickle glass his fickle hour: Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st, Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow'st. If Nature (sovereign mistress over wrack) As thou goest onwards still will pluck thee back, She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill May time disgrace, and wretched minutes kill. Yet fear her O thou minion of her pleasure, She may detain, but not still keep her treasure! Her audit (though delayed) answered must be, And her quietus is to render thee. 127 In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were it bore not beauty's name: But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty slandered with a bastard shame, For since each hand hath put on nature's power, Fairing the foul with art's false borrowed face, Sweet beauty hath no name no holy bower, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black, Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem, At such who not born fair no beauty lack,

Slandering creation with a false esteem, Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe, That every tongue says beauty should look so. 128 How oft when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap, To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand. To be so tickled they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips, Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss. 129 Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action, and till action, lust Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust, Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad. Mad in pursuit and in possession so, Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme, A bliss in proof and proved, a very woe, Before a joy proposed behind a dream. All this the world well knows yet none knows well, To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun, Coral is far more red, than her lips red, If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun: If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head: I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight, Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know, That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet by heaven I think my love as rare, As any she belied with false compare. 131 Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel. Yet in good faith some say that thee behold, Thy face hath not the power to make love groan; To say they err, I dare not be so bold,

Although I swear it to my self alone. And to be sure that is not false I swear, A thousand groans but thinking on thy face, One on another's neck do witness bear Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place. In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds, And thence this slander as I think proceeds. 132 Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even Doth half that glory to the sober west As those two mourning eyes become thy face: O let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack. 133 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? Me from my self thy cruel eye hath taken, And my next self thou harder hast engrossed, Of him, my self, and thee I am forsaken, A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crossed: Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward, But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail, Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard, Thou canst not then use rigour in my gaol. And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee, Perforce am thine and all that is in me. 134 So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still: But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, For thou art covetous, and he is kind, He learned but surety-like to write for me, Under that bond that him as fist doth bind. The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take, Thou usurer that put'st forth all to use, And sue a friend, came debtor for my sake, So him I lose through my unkind abuse. Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me, He pays the whole, and yet am I not free. 135 Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will, And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus, More than enough am I that vex thee still,

To thy sweet will making addition thus. Wilt thou whose will is large and spacious, Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? Shall will in others seem right gracious, And in my will no fair acceptance shine? The sea all water, yet receives rain still, And in abundance addeth to his store, So thou being rich in will add to thy will One will of mine to make thy large will more. Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill, Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.' 136 If thy soul check thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will', And will thy soul knows is admitted there, Thus far for love, my love-suit sweet fulfil. 'Will', will fulfil the treasure of thy love, Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one, In things of great receipt with case we prove, Among a number one is reckoned none. Then in the number let me pass untold, Though in thy store's account I one must be, For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold, That nothing me, a something sweet to thee. Make but my name thy love, and love that still, And then thou lov'st me for my name is Will. 137 Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is, take the worst to be. If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks, Be anchored in the bay where all men ride, Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot, Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not To put fair truth upon so foul a face? In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, And to this false plague are they now transferred. 138 When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue, On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed: But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love, loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

139 O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art, Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in my sight, Dear heart forbear to glance thine eye aside, What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might Is more than my o'erpressed defence can bide? Let me excuse thee, ah my love well knows, Her pretty looks have been mine enemies, And therefore from my face she turns my foes, That they elsewhere might dart their injuries: Yet do not so, but since I am near slain, Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain. 140 Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain. If I might teach thee wit better it were, Though not to love, yet love to tell me so, As testy sick men when their deaths be near, No news but health from their physicians know. For if I should despair I should grow mad, And in my madness might speak ill of thee, Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be. That I may not be so, nor thou belied, Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide. 141 In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note, But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dote. Nor are mine cars with thy tongue's tune delighted, Nor tender feeling to base touches prone, Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any sensual feast with thee alone: But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man, Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be: Only my plague thus far I count my gain, That she that makes me sin, awards me pain. 142 Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, O but with mine, compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving, Or if it do, not from those lips of thine, That have profaned their scarlet ornaments, And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine, Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents. Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov'st those, Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee,

Root pity in thy heart that when it grows, Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied. 143 Lo as a careful huswife runs to catch, One of her feathered creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatch In pursuit of the thing she would have stay: Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase, Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent, To follow that which flies before her face: Not prizing her poor infant's discontent; So run'st thou after that which flies from thee, Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind, But if thou catch thy hope turn back to me: And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind. So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will, If thou turn back and my loud crying still. 144 Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still, The better angel is a man right fair: The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil, Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil: Wooing his purity with her foul pride. And whether that my angel be turned fiend, Suspect I may, yet not directly tell, But being both from me both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. 145 Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate', To me that languished for her sake: But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet, Was used in giving gentle doom: And taught it thus anew to greet: 'I hate' she altered with an end, That followed it as gentle day, Doth follow night who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away. 'I hate', from hate away she threw, And saved my life saying 'not you'. 146 Poor soul the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?

Shall worms inheritors of this excess Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? Then soul live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more, So shall thou feed on death, that feeds on men, And death once dead, there's no more dying then. 147 My love is as a fever longing still, For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please: My reason the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest, My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are, At random from the truth vainly expressed. For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. 148 O me! what eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight, Or if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so? If it be not, then love doth well denote, Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no, How can it? O how can love's eye be true, That is so vexed with watching and with tears? No marvel then though I mistake my view, The sun it self sees not, till heaven clears. O cunning love, with tears thou keep'st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find. 149 Canst thou O cruel, say I love thee not, When I against my self with thee partake? Do I not think on thee when I forgot Am of my self, all-tyrant, for thy sake? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend, On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon, Nay if thou lour'st on me do I not spend Revenge upon my self with present moan? What merit do I in my self respect, That is so proud thy service to despise, When all my best doth worship thy defect, Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? But love hate on for now I know thy mind, Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind. 150 O from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway,

The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O though I love what others do abhor. I sick withal the help of bath desired. . For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee: And all my honest faith in thee is lost. To stand in thy affairs. There is such strength and warrantise of skill. To swear against the truth so foul a be. thy truth. More worthy I to be beloved of thee. That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds? Who taught thee how to make me love thee more. But rising at thy name doth point out thee. And thither hied a sad distempered guest. the bath for my help lies. He is contented thy poor drudge to be. In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn. 153 Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep. Or made them swear against the thing they see. When I break twenty? I am perjured most. flesh stays no farther reason. for whose dear love I rise and fall. In vowing new hate after new love bearing: But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee. For thou betraying me. Triumph in love. For I have sworn thee fair: more perjured I. With others thou shouldst not abhor my state. I do betray My nobler part to my gross body's treason. And to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness. thy constancy. If thy unworthiness raised love in me. Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then gentle cheater urge not my amiss. But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing.To make me give the lie to my true sight. Her love. For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness: Oaths of thy love. A maid of Dian's this advantage found. And grew a seeting bath which yet men prove. And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill. And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley-fountain of that ground: Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love. 151 Love is too young to know what conscience is. No want of conscience hold it that I call. fall by thy side. Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove. A dateless lively heat still to endure. The boy for trial needs would touch my breast. But found no cure. As his triumphant prize. proud of this pride. My soul doth tell my body that he may. Against strange maladies a sovereign cure: But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired. That in the very refuse of thy deeds. 152 In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn.

>> SCENE: Rousillon. For men discased. mother to Bertram HELENA.. INC. Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep. neighbour and friend to the Widow Lords. Officers.>> 1603 ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL by William Shakespeare Dramatis Personae KING OF FRANCE THE DUKE OF FLORENCE BERTRAM. THE END <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual. Count of Rousillon LAFEU. INC.. a gentlewoman protected by the Countess A WIDOW OF FLORENCE. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. serving with Bertram STEWARD. but in her maiden hand. Came there for cure and this by that I prove. Servant to the Countess of Rousillon LAVACHE. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. Which many legions of true hearts had warmed. my mistress' eyes. neighbour and friend to the Widow MARIANA. an old lord PAROLLES. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. DIANA. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. .Where Cupid got new fire. French and Florentine <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. Came tripping by. Paris. a clown and Servant to the Countess of Rousillon A PAGE. 154 The little Love-god lying once asleep. Soldiers. a follower of Bertram TWO FRENCH LORDS. Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmed. etc. The fairest votary took up that fire. Servant to the Countess of Rousillon COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON. This brand she quenched in a cool well by. Love's fire heats water.. And so the general of hot desire. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. Growing a bath and healthful remedy. but I my mistress' thrall. Marseilles ACT I. Florence. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. water cools not love. SCENE 1. daughter to the Widow VIOLENTA. Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand.

and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time. LAFEU. BERTRAM. I bury a second husband. madam. LAFEU. I would it were not notorious. Madam. under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope. had it stretch'd so far. COUNTESS. He was excellent indeed. and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all. he were living! I think it would be the death of the King's disease. HELENA. Be thou blest. he was skilful enough to have liv'd still. madam. no more. BERTRAM. In her they are the better for their simpleness. a father. but I have it too. rather than lack it where there is such abundance. LAFEU. madam. the COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON. The COUNT'S palace Enter BERTRAM. Your commendations. LAFEU. if knowledge could be set up against mortality. No more of this. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead: excessive grief the enemy to the living. get from her tears.' how sad a passage 'tis!-whose skill was almost as great as his honesty. there commendations go with pity-they are virtues and traitors too. And I in going. Helena. and LAFEU. BERTRAM. I heard not of it before. LAFEU. In delivering my son from me. COUNTESS. Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? COUNTESS. This young gentlewoman had a father. her dispositions she inherits. the King very lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly. Would.O. that 'had. for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities. but I must attend his Majesty's command. the King languishes of? LAFEU. I desire your holy wishes. my lord. COUNTESS. I have those hopes of her good that her education promises. and succeed thy father In manners. and death should have play for lack of work. and achieves her goodness. He was famous. He that so generally is at all times good must of necessity hold his virtue to you. the excess makes it soon mortal. You shall find of the King a husband. How understand we that? COUNTESS. you. my lord. as in shape! Thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee. His sole child. COUNTESS. What hope is there of his Majesty's amendment? LAFEU. . BERTRAM. LAFEU. weep o'er my father's death anew. whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted. He hath abandon'd his physicians. she derives her honesty. which makes fair gifts fairer. LAFEU. and bequeathed to my overlooking. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. sir. What is it. madam? COUNTESS. my good lord. If the living be enemy to the grief. for the King's sake. in his profession. A fistula. lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow than to haveHELENA. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in. to whom I am now in ward. and it was his great right to be so. madam.Gerard de Narbon. How call'd you the man you speak of. would have made nature immortal. trust a few.Rousillon. Bertram. go to. sir. evermore in subjection. I do affect a sorrow indeed. all in black COUNTESS. madam.

Think him a great way fool. What heaven more will. Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue's steely bones Looks bleak i' th' cold wind. In our heart's table-heart too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour. 'Tis an unseason'd courtier.Do wrong to none. But now he's gone. and make much of her. And you. will . Farewell. But never tax'd for speech. 'Twas pretty. you must hold the credit of your father. 'Twere all one That I should love a bright particular star And think to wed it. to sit and draw His arched brows. Unfold to us some warlike resistance. pretty lady. and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics. his hawking eye. If Bertram be away. and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key. full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. I love him for his sake. Keep him out. not in his sphere. good my lord. yet is weak. The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoughts be servants to you! [To HELENA] Be comfortable to my mother. Fall on thy head! Farewell. Who comes here? Enter PAROLLES [Aside] One that goes with him. To see him every hour. though a plague. Bertram. Save you. Man is enemy to virginity. PAROLLES. LAFEU. be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use. setting down before you. none. And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him. COUNTESS. his curls. Th' ambition in my love thus plagues itself: The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. were that all! I think not on my father. There is none. LAFEU. HELENA. withal. your mistress. he is so above me. Exit BERTRAM. solely a coward. and my prayers pluck down. Are you meditating on virginity? HELENA. HELENA. I am undone. But he assails. And no. and our virginity. No. What was he like? I have forgot him. be check'd for silence. Man. O. fair queen! HELENA. PAROLLES. Advise him. let me ask you a question. though valiant in the defence. And yet I know him a notorious liar. That thee may furnish. my imagination Carries no favour in't but Bertram's. Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU HELENA. Ay. how may we barricado it against him? PAROLLES. In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted. monarch! PAROLLES. there is no living. He cannot want the best That shall attend his love. You have some stain of soldier in you. Heaven bless him! Farewell. My lord. PAROLLES.

that we. Marry. the less worth. A phoenix. Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek. yet 'tis a wither'd pear. with the breach yourselves made. it eats drily. idle. and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. Besides. There shall your master have a thousand loves. 'Tis pityPAROLLES. His jarring concord. adoptious christendoms That blinking Cupid gossips. his sweet disaster. to lose it to her own liking? PAROLLES. Away with't. which wear not now. 'tis a wither'd pear. and should be buried in highways. much like a cheese. just like the brooch and the toothpick. and a sovereign. away with't. i' faith? HELENA. by being ever kept. fond. Virginity breeds mites. out of all sanctified limit. a traitress. and an enemy. wears her cap out of fashion. HELENA. A counsellor.undermine you and blow you up. answer the time of request. and his discord dulcet. He that hangs himself is a virgin. like an old courtier. To speak on the part of virginity is to accuse your mothers. virginity is peevish. PAROLLES. it is ever lost. sir. it was formerly better. which is a goodly increase. There's little can be said in 't. and so dies with feeding his own stomach. His faith. Not my virginity yet. 'tis against the rule of nature. in blowing him down again. marry. Loss of virginity is rational increase. Off with't while 'tis vendible. A mother. I will stand for 't a little. you lose your city. HELENA. ill to like him that ne'er it likes. marry. man will quicklier be blown up. Let me see. It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. God send him well! The court's a learning-place. And your virginity. is like one of our French wither'd pears: it looks ill. A guide. That wishing well had not a body in't Which might be felt. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying. the poorer born. Out with't. Keep it not. which is most infallible disobedience. a goddess. 'Tis too cold a companion. virginity murders itself. . the longer kept. Within ten year it will make itself ten. though therefore I die a virgin. How might one do. Bless our poor virginity from underminers and blowers-up! Is there no military policy how virgins might blow up men? PAROLLES. captain. Now shall heI know not what he shall. That I wish well. your old virginity. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. proud humility. Virginity being blown down. richly suited but unsuitable. What one. Will you anything with it? HELENA. What's pity? HELENA. consumes itself to the very paring. as a desperate offendress against nature. HELENA. His humble ambition. you cannot choose but lose by't. which is the most inhibited sin in the canon. made of self-love. marry. with a world Of pretty. and a mistress. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found. proud. and a friend. and he is onePAROLLES. and a dear. and the principal itself not much the worse. Virginity.

so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel. remember thy friends. I. under Mars. HELENA. Little Helen. That makes me see. HELENA. my lord calls for you. only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull. and continue A braving war. and cannot feed mine eye? The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes. PAROLLES. Nay. 'tis most credible. Have fought with equal fortune. and will not leave me. PAROLLES. and I like the wear well. Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their pains in sense. farewell. when fear proposes the safety: but the composition that your valour and fear makes in you is a virtue of a good wing. FIRST LORD. Under Mars. When he was predominant. Get thee a good husband and use him as he uses thee. Why under Man? HELENA. and do suppose What hath been cannot be. The wars hath so kept you under that you must needs be born under Mars. What power is it which mounts my love so high. else thou diest in thine unthankfulness. That's for advantage. Might with effects of them follow our friends And show what we alone must think. HELENA. A certainty. and thine ignorance makes thee away. KING. The KING'S palace Flourish of cornets. Exit HELENA. I especially think. I am so full of business I cannot answer thee acutely. Why think you so? HELENA. I will return perfect courtier. which never Returns us thanks. HELENA.Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes. in the which my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee. farewell. SCENE 2. When he was retrograde. sir. Monsieur Parolles. PAROLLES. Exit ACT I. and divers ATTENDANTS KING. if I can remember thee. I think. Paris. So 'tis reported. Exit PAGE PAROLLES. vouch'd from our cousin Austria. PAROLLES. So is running away. and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee. Enter PAGE PAGE. Which we ascribe to heaven. with letters. You go so much backward when you fight. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie. you were born under a charitable star. and kiss like native things. say thy prayers. But my intents are fix'd. Farewell. Who ever strove To show her merit that did miss her love? The King's disease-my project may deceive me. that the Florentine will move us . We here receive it. I will think of thee at court. Enter the KING OF FRANCE. when thou hast none. So. With caution. rather. When thou hast leisure. PAROLLES. The Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears. The fated sky Gives us free scope. Monsieur Parolles. PAROLLES.

And Florence is denied before he comes. KING. but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted Ere they can hide their levity in honour. And wore us out of act. Young Bertram. Hath well compos'd thee. KING. Youth. BERTRAM. I would I had that corporal soundness now. Approv'd so to your Majesty. He hath arm'd our answer. BERTRAM. Yet. sir. and would seem To have us make denial. And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks. Who were below him He us'd as creatures of another place. wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business. and PAROLLES FIRST LORD. contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness. Such a man Might be a copy to these younger times.For speedy aid. Would I were with him! He would always sayMethinks I hear him now. In his youth He had the wit which I can well observe To-day in our young lords. who are sick For breathing and exploit. But on us both did haggish age steal on. followed well. and at this time His tongue obey'd his hand. What's he comes here? Enter BERTRAM. Clock to itself. Which. Frank nature. His equal had awak'd them. My thanks and duty are your Majesty's. SECOND LORD. It well may serve A nursery to our gentry. knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak. Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. and was Discipled of the bravest. He did look far Into the service of the time. So in approof lives not his epitaph As in your royal speech. my good lord. and his honour. Making them proud of his humility In their poor praise he humbled. his plausive words He scatter'd not in ears. for our gentlemen that mean to see The Tuscan service. and to bear. KING. It is the Count Rousillon. thou bear'st thy father's face. FIRST LORD. He lasted long. may plead For amplest credence. His good remembrance. Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb.'Let me not live'- . KING. KING. As when thy father and myself in friendship First tried our soldiership. would demonstrate them now But goers backward. if they were. So like a courtier. rather curious than in haste. It much repairs me To talk of your good father. His love and wisdom. LAFEU. freely have they leave To stand on either part. but grafted them To grow there.

for they say bames are blessings. Faith. Nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain. and I think I shall never have the blessing of God till I have issue o' my body. Count. madam. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? CLOWN. My son's no dearer. KING. My poor body. CLOWN. They that least lend it you shall lack you first. and. BERTRAM. I. Is this all your worship's reason? CLOWN. . Exeunt [Flourish] ACT I. COUNTESS. COUNTESS. requires it. and make foul the clearness of our deservings. as you and all flesh and blood are. indeed. When it was out-'Let me not live' quoth he 'After my flame lacks oil.' This he wish'd.This his good melancholy oft began. Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home. and he must needs go that the devil drives. How long is't. BERTRAM. when of ourselves we publish them. I know't. such as they are. but if I may have your ladyship's good will to go to the world. 'tis my slowness that I do not. I do beg your good will in this case. Service is no heritage. sir. What does this knave here? Get you gone. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. after him. whose judgments are Mere fathers of their garments. what say you of this gentlewoman? STEWARD. In Isbel's case and mine own. CLOWN. for then we wound our modesty. Rousillon. The complaints I have heard of you I do not all believe. I have been. I am driven on by the flesh. Since the physician at your father's died? He was much fam'd. I am a poor fellow. I will now hear. and CLOWN COUNTESS. On the catastrophe and heel of pastime. madam. sir. madam. I quickly were dissolved from my hive. STEWARD. I would try him yetLend me an arm-the rest have worn me out With several applications. The COUNT'S palace Enter COUNTESS. I fill a place. sirrah. the care I have had to even your content I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours. In what case? CLOWN. To give some labourers room. COUNTESS. Count. Madam. madam. No. COUNTESS. sooner than thy wickedness. Some six months since. SCENE 3. Well. Isbel the woman and I will do as we may. COUNTESS. a wicked creature. I have other holy reasons. 'tis not so well that I am poor. Welcome. madam. Thank your Majesty. do after him wish too. COUNTESS. May the world know them? CLOWN. SECOND LORD. though many of the rich are damn'd. for I know you lack not folly to commit them and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours. I do marry that I may repent. CLOWN. COUNTESS. 'Tis not unknown to you. If he were living. KING. whose constancies Expire before their fashions. Thy marriage. to be the snuff Of younger spirits. COUNTESS. You're loved. my lord.

they may jowl horns together like any deer i' th' herd. for young Charbon the puritan and old Poysam the papist. Was this King Priam's joy?' With that she sighed as she stood. Helen I mean. There is more owing her than is paid. Exit COUNTESS. sir knave. madam. and yet no hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan. Of her I am to speak. their heads are both one. you love your gentlewoman entirely. 'twould mend the lottery well: a man may draw his heart out ere 'a pluck one. forsooth. COUNTESS. Get you gone. Would God would serve the world so all the year! We'd find no fault with the tithe-woman. CLOWN. tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her. if I were the parson. Among nine bad if one be good. it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart. sir. If men could be contented to be what they are. One in ten. CLOWN. done fond. one good in ten? You corrupt the song. He that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood. A prophet I. howsome'er their hearts are sever'd in religion. madam. may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds. I know. and gives me leave to in the crop. The business is for Helen to come hither. With that she sighed as she stood. Well. Such friends are thine enemies. CLOWN. May it please you. CLOWN. Sirrah. Faith I do. That man should be at woman's command. I am going. Your cuckoo sings by kind. which is a purifying o' th' song. Y'are shallow. STEWARD. One good woman in ten. ergo. and do as I command you. COUNTESS. I am out o' friends. he that cherishes my flesh and blood loves my flesh and blood. and I speak the truth the next way: For I the ballad will repeat. for the knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary of. knave. COUNTESS. I'll talk with you more anon. and she herself. yet it will do no hurt. that he bid Helen come to you. he's my drudge. madam-in great friends. he that kisses my wife is my friend. COUNTESS. madam. or at an earthquake. COUNTESS. there were no fear in marriage. .' COUNTESS. He that ears my land spares my team. madam. [Sings] 'Was this fair face the cause' quoth she 'Why the Grecians sacked Troy? Fond done. Which men full true shall find: Your marriage comes by destiny. And gave this sentence then: 'Among nine bad if one be good. and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake. What. If I be his cuckold. STEWARD. quoth 'a! An we might have a good woman born before every blazing star. There's yet one good in ten. now. You'll be gone. madam. and more shall be paid her than she'll demand. he that loves my flesh and blood is my friend. without other advantage. sirrah. Her father bequeath'd her to me. COUNTESS. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouth'd and calumnious knave? CLOWN.CLOWN.

she thought. If ever we are nature's. that had put such difference betwixt their two estates. . HELENA. a mother. which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you withal. Fortune. this to our blood is born. Her matter was. and did communicate to herself her own words to her own ears. they touch'd not any stranger sense. that would suffer her poor knight surpris'd without rescue in the first assault. or then we thought them none. sithence. I dare vow for her. she loved your son. I am a mother to you. 'Tis often seen Adoption strives with nature. and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign seeds. Mine honourable mistress. his all noble. Alone she was. COUNTESS. I observe her now. I was very late more near her than I think she wish'd me. which hung so tott'ring in the balance that I could neither believe nor misdoubt. my dear lord he is. Pardon. Helen. this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong. Madam. HELENA. these are ours. she said. What's in 'mother' That you start at it? I say I am your mother. rounds thine eye? Why. it concerns you something to know it. keep it to yourself. God's mercy. Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth. That this distempered messenger of wet. This she deliver'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in.STEWARD. Such were our faults. Our blood to us. COUNTESS. and I His servant live. Diana no queen of virgins. Nay. I will speak with you further anon. No note upon my parents. The many-colour'd Iris. Many likelihoods inform'd me of this before. That I am not. that would not extend his might only where qualities were level. maiden! does it curd thy blood To say I am thy mother? What's the matter.' Methought you saw a serpent. madam. or ransom afterward. By our remembrances of days foregone. Pray you leave me. HELENA. My master. YOU have discharg'd this honestly. And put you in the catalogue of those That were enwombed mine. The Count Rousillon cannot be my brother: I am from humble. Love no god. You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan. Her eye is sick on't. he from honoured name. Stall this in your bosom. in the loss that may happen. COUNTESS. Yet I express to you a mother's care. Why not a mother? When I said 'a mother. that you are my daughter? HELENA. What is your pleasure. Exit STEWARD Enter HELENA Even so it was with me when I was young. I say I am your mother. and will his vassal die. madam? COUNTESS. and I thank you for your honest care. It is the show and seal of nature's truth. You know. was no goddess.

I know I love in vain. but honest. Thus. madam? COUNTESS. and next unto high heaven. HELENA. noble mistress. Come. Religious in mine error. for. Then I confess. Nor would I have him till I do deserve him. disclose The state of your affection. Yet never know how that desert should be. You are my mother. only sin And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue. What! pale again? My fear hath catch'd your fondness. so's my love. Now I see The myst'ry of your loneliness. COUNTESS. pardon me. Helen. thy cheeks Confess it. Therefore tell me true. 'tis so. Do you love my son? HELENA. strive against hope. Let not your hate encounter with my love. HELENA. come. But tell me then. My dearest madam. So I were not his sister. Love you my son? HELENA. you might be my daughter-in-law. but if yourself. If it be not. before high heaven and you. Do not you love him. howe'er. for it hurts not him That he is lov'd of me. COUNTESS. I love your son. would you wereSo that my lord your son were not my brotherIndeed my mother! Or were you both our mothers. Against the proclamation of thy passion. COUNTESS. But. you have wound a goodly clew. That truth should be suspected. for your passions Have to the full appeach'd. he must be my brother? COUNTESS. Here on my knee. Good madam. My friends were poor. Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth. and thine eyes See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours That in their kind they speak it. To say thou dost not. For loving where you do. Yet in this captious and intenible sieve I still pour in the waters of my love. Now to all sense 'tis gross You love my son. Nor I your mother? HELENA. Be not offended. my love hath in't a bond Whereof the world takes note. Yes. is't so? If it be so.He must not be my brother. That before you. Your pardon. and find Your salt tears' head. I your daughter. Can't no other. Speak. I charge thee. th' one to th' other. invention is asham'd. Go not about. To tell me truly. I adore The sun that looks upon his worshipper But knows of him no more. God shield you mean it not! 'daughter' and 'mother' So strive upon your pulse. I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit. And lack not to lose still. I care no more for than I do for heaven. . madam. As heaven shall work in me for thine avail. Indian-like. look. forswear't.

To cure the desperate languishings whereof The King is render'd lost. thou shalt have my leave and love. This was your motive For Paris. COUNTESS. set down. then. I had. give pity To her whose state is such that cannot choose But lend and give where she is sure to lose. would your honour But give me leave to try success. and. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE . madam. that they cannot help. Madam. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. Embowell'd of their doctrine. I'll stay at home. COUNTESS. Why. Amongst the rest There is a remedy. Helen.Did ever in so true a flame of liking Wish chastely and love dearly that your Dian Was both herself and Love. How shall they credit A poor unlearned virgin. But think you. COUNTESS. They. There's something in't More than my father's skill. and the medicine. COUNTESS. Means and attendants. Dost thou believe't? HELENA. What I can help thee to thou shalt not miss. And pray God's blessing into thy attempt. and my loving greetings To those of mine in court. approv'd.. Else Paris. lives sweetly where she dies! COUNTESS. Had you not lately an intent-speak trulyTo go to Paris? HELENA. was it? Speak. By such a day and hour. when the schools. Had from the conversation of my thoughts Haply been absent then. You know my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects. O. INC. and that he will'd me In heedfull'st reservation to bestow them. Wherefore? Tell true. HELENA. that they cannot help him. Be gone to-morrow. But. knowingly. and be sure of this. Ay. which was the great'st Of his profession. that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heaven. Helen. HELENA. have let off The danger to itself? HELENA. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. He would receive it? He and his physicians Are of a mind: he. My lord your son made me to think of this. I will tell truth. and the King. riddle-like. I'd venture The well-lost life of mine on his Grace's cure. COUNTESS. by grace itself I swear. If you should tender your supposed aid. such as his reading And manifest experience had collected For general sovereignty. That seeks not to find that her search implies. As notes whose faculties inclusive were More than they were in note.

O. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. KING. and no sword worn But one to dance with. They say our French lack language to deny. the spark. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. [To ATTENDANTS] Come hither to me. no. There's honour in the theft. and our parting is a tortur'd body. Commit it. here on his sinister cheek. . my sword and yours are kin. Captain. if both gain all. with his cicatrice. it cannot be. SECOND LORD. 'tis brave wars! PAROLLES. BERTRAM and PAROLLES. a word. when The bravest questant shrinks. An thy mind stand to 't. 'Tis not his fault. and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady That doth my life besiege. serve your Majesty! KING. FIRST LORD. SCENE 1. SECOND LORD. SECOND LORD. at your bidding. I say farewell. Farewell. be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen. find what you seek. sir. Count. The KING'S palace Flourish of cornets. I grow to you. By heaven. And is enough for both. Noble heroes. boy. Enter the KING with divers young LORDS taking leave for the Florentine war. PAROLLES.>> ACT II. Health. Till honour be bought up. farewell. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock. Say to him I live. an emblem of war.DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. but to wed it. 'Tis our hope. Sweet Monsieur Parolles! PAROLLES. and observe his reports for me. Farewell. it was this very sword entrench'd it. Farewell. Share the advice betwixt you. Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry. The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd. KING. these war-like principles Do not throw from you. let higher ItalyThose bated that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy-see that you come Not to woo honour. Good sparks and lustrous. Our hearts receive your warnings. BERTRAM. BERTRAM. to return And find your Grace in health. Most admirable! I have seen those wars. I am commanded here and kept a coil with 'Too young' and next year' and "Tis too early. Those girls of Italy. FIRST LORD. steal away bravely. ATTENDANTS KING. Farewell. good metals: you shall find in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio. After well-ent'red soldiers. BERTRAM. and so farewell. young lords. And you. take heed of them. I am your accessary. SECOND LORD. The KING retires attended FIRST LORD. young lords. that you will stay behind us! PAROLLES. BOTH.' PAROLLES. beware of being captives Before you serve. That fame may cry you aloud. FIRST LORD. O my sweet lord. Whether I live or die. No. If they demand. Paris. my lords. I'll steal away.

Re-enter LAFEU with HELENA LAFEU. under the influence of the most receiv'd star. I'll fee thee to stand up. LAFEU. KING. my good lord. and like to prove most sinewy sword-men. LAFEU. so I had broke thy pate. an if my royal fox Could reach them: I have seen a medicine That's able to breathe life into a stone. Wisdom. my royal fox? Yes. Bring in the admiration. And I will do so. Exit LAFEU KING. noble Captain. but you will My noble grapes. nay. you have restrain'd yourself within the list of too cold an adieu. LAFEU. profession. After them. her years. good Lafeu. Nay. PAROLLES. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords. across! But. To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand And write to her a love-line. Doctor She! My lord. speak. Mars dote on you for his novices! Exeunt LORDS What will ye do? Re-enter the KING BERTRAM. Stay. laugh well at me. the King! PAROLLES. Good faith. KING. and know her business? That done. No. Will you see her. BERTRAM. Be more expressive to them. for they wear themselves in the cap of the time. For that is her demand. Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES Enter LAFEU LAFEU. by my faith and honour. I have spoke With one that in her sex. Now. And ask'd thee mercy for't. to ask me mercy. Then here's a man stands that has brought his pardon. such are to be followed. and though the devil lead the measure. If seriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance. 'tis thus: will you be cur'd Of your infirmity? KING. there's one arriv'd. PAROLLES. that we with the May spend our wonder too. Why. and take a more dilated farewell. and constancy.FIRST LORD. and make you dance canary With spritely fire and motion. LAFEU. What her is this? LAFEU. Quicken a rock. or take off thine By wond'ring how thou took'st it. come your ways. and move. I'll fit you. KING. Now. will you eat No grapes. eat. KING. If you will see her. whose simple touch Is powerful to araise King Pepin. I would I had. [Kneeling] Pardon. O. hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame my weakness. And that at my bidding you could so stand up. Nay. my lord. Worthy fellows. there do muster true gait. We shall. my lord. And not be all day neither. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues. for me and for my tidings. I would you had kneel'd. .

or to dissever so Our great self and our credit to esteem A senseless help. I have so: And. A traitor you do look like. Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy. well found. I must not hear thee. when help past sense we deem. to be call'd grateful. The rather will I spare my praises towards him. come your ways. or corrupt our hope. I cannot give thee less. and my appliance. and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live. more dear. Oft expectation fails. maiden. my good lord. And of his old experience th' only darling. Thy pains. So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown. He bade me store up as a triple eye. I will no more enforce mine office on you. I am Cressid's uncle. HELENA. . thou no art. I knowing all my peril.KING. and most oft there Where most it promises. KING. He that of greatest works is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister. Ay. KING. chiefly one. This haste hath wings indeed. To prostitute our past-cure malady To empirics. and oft it hits Where hope is coldest. This is his Majesty. Now. I knew him. LAFEU. Fare thee well. With all bound humbleness. My duty then shall pay me for my pains. and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied. HELENA. We thank you. thou know'st no part. Nay. But what at full I know. HELENA. and The congregated college have concluded That labouring art can never ransom nature From her inaidable estate-I say we must not So stain our judgment. Great floods have flown From simple sources. kind maid. What I can do can do no hurt to try. Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts A modest one to bear me back again. say your mind to him. must by thyself be paid. Safer than mine own two. KING. Knowing him is enough. Exit KING. On's bed of death Many receipts he gave me. Thou thought'st to help me. KING. and despair most fits. When our most learned doctors leave us. not us'd. When judges have been babes. as the dearest issue of his practice. But may not be so credulous of cure. but such traitors His Majesty seldom fears. I come to tender it. That dare leave two together. Fare you well. In what he did profess. hearing your high Majesty is touch'd With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power. Gerard de Narbon was my father. Which. does your business follow us? HELENA. fair one.

and sickness freely die. death's my fee. that proclaim Myself against the level of mine aim. HELENA. Tax of impudence. not me. My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state. HELENA. all That happiness and prime can happy call. Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp. unpitied let me die. Of heaven. sense saves another way. my maiden's name Sear'd otherwise. Thou this to hazard needs must intimate Skill infinite or monstrous desperate. wisdom. HELENA. KING. Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly hand What husband in thy power I will command. But such a one. And what impossibility would slay In common sense. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd. As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows. Upon thy certainty and confidence What dar'st thou venture? HELENA. If I break time. Dear sir. what do you promise me? KING. But know I think. KING. And well deserv'd. But. It is not so with Him that all things knows. whom I know . That ministers thine own death if I die. a divulged shame. But most it is presumption in us when The help of heaven we count the act of men. Thy life is dear. What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly. Traduc'd by odious ballads. Make thy demand. But will you make it even? KING. or flinch in property Of what I spoke. Art thou so confident? Within what space Hop'st thou my cure? HELENA. make an experiment. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak His powerful sound within an organ weak. HELENA. for all that life can rate Worth name of life in thee hath estimate: Youth. The greatest Grace lending grace. Health shall live free. beauty.Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward. KING. My art is not past power nor you past cure. and think I know most sure. Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass. to my endeavours give consent. Exempted be from me the arrogance To choose from forth the royal blood of France. Ay. courage. A strumpet's boldness. if I help. thy vassal. ne worse of worst-extended With vilest torture let my life be ended. by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven. thy physic I will try. Sweet practiser. Not helping. Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring. I am not an impostor.

Will your answer serve fit to all questions? CLOWN. as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave. It is like a barber's chair. Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd. COUNTESS. CLOWN. or any buttock. as a pancake for Shrove Tuesday. I am a poor friend of yours. as Tib's rush for Tom's forefinger. you can eat none of this homely meat. the cuckold to his horn. Truly. if the learned should speak truth of it. that fits all buttocks-the pin buttock. were not for the court. a morris for Mayday. The COUNT'S palace Enter COUNTESS and CLOWN COUNTESS. a hundred of them. More should I question thee. put me to't. Ask me if I am a courtier: it shall do you no harm to learn. an answer of such fitness for all questions? CLOWN. he may easily put it off at court. more. To be young again. as the pudding to his skin. Sir. Here it is. I think.Is free for me to ask. if God have lent a man any manners. lip. . the brawn buttock. I will be a fool in question. put off's cap. as your French crown for your taffety punk. are you a courtier? CLOWN. sir. COUNTESS. that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions. O Lord. But rest Unquestion'd welcome and undoubted blest. spare not me. say. and indeed such a fellow. Rousillon. I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. I shall now put you to the height of your breeding. has neither leg. as I think. when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court! CLOWN. thee to bestow. I pray you. hands. O Lord. CLOWN. ho! If thou proceed As high as word. sir!-Thick. But a trifle neither. CLOWN. O Lord. You were lately whipp'd. COUNTESS. nor cap. and say nothing. and more I must. to say precisely. Here is my hand. Thy resolv'd patient. kiss his hand. So make the choice of thy own time. as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth. hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I. but for me. More. in good faith. Come on. sir. sir. CLOWN. I warrant you. Give me some help here. Exeunt] ACT II. sir!-Spare not me. To the court! Why. for I. nay. how tended on. sir!-Nay. From below your duke to beneath your constable. it will fit any question. COUNTESS. on thee still rely. if we could. KING. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney. O Lord. He that cannot make a leg. my deed shall match thy deed. COUNTESS. I have an answer will serve all men. Though more to know could not be more to trust. the quatch buttock. the premises observ'd. CLOWN. what place make you special. sir. CLOWN. Have you. I know my business is but to the court. Marry. madam. From whence thou cam'st. COUNTESS. It must be an answer of most monstrous size that must fit all demands. [Flourish. sir!-There's a simple putting off. as the nail to his hole. COUNTESS. that loves you. SCENE 2. COUNTESS. thick. COUNTESS. and all that belongs to't.

LAFEU. And so 'tis. you shall read it in what-do-ye-call't here. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors. Right. LAFEU. sir!' at your whipping.' PAROLLES. PAROLLES. PAROLLES. LAFEU. and 'spare not me'? Indeed your 'O Lord. It is indeed. To be relinquish'd of the artistsPAROLLES. Generally thankful. Paris. And debile minister. You would answer very well to a whipping. [Reading the ballad title] 'A Showing of a Heavenly Effect in an Earthly Actor.COUNTESS. your dolphin is not lustier. LAFEU. LAFEU. Not much commendation to them? COUNTESS. as 'twere a man assur'd of aLAFEU. LAFEU. If you will have it in showing. 'Fore me. COUNTESS. Very hand of heaven. COUNTESS. An end. That gave him out incurablePAROLLES. 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times. so I say. Not much employment for you. Nay. CLOWN. sir!' I see thing's may serve long. O Lord. And urge her to a present answer back. you say well. I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord. HELENA. Of all the learned and authentic fellowsPAROLLES. Not to be help'dPAROLLES. So I say-both of Galen and Paracelsus. Exeunt ACT II. so would I have said. LAFEU. LAFEU. CLOWN. and ATTENDANTS . indeed. They say miracles are past. that is the brief and the tedious of it. BERTRAM. Ay. ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear. The KING'S palace Enter BERTRAM. I may truly say it is a novelty to the world. and PAROLLES LAFEU. sir!-Why. You understand me? CLOWN. Why. PAROLLES. give us a further use to be made than alone the recov'ry of the King. COUNTESS. I play the noble housewife with the time. To entertain it so merrily with a fool. Uncertain life and sure death. This is not much. if you were but bound to't. Just. Most fruitfully. 'tis strange. Commend me to my kinsmen and my son. SCENE 3. I speak in respectPAROLLES. Right. In a most weakPAROLLES. LAFEU. Why. sir! To your business: give Helen this. Haste you again. I am there before my legs. Do you cry 'O Lord. I would have said the very same. sir!' is very sequent to your whipping. Why. so say I too. so I say. That's it. Enter KING. great transcendence. and he's of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be theLAFEU. and we have our philosophical persons to make modern and familiar things supernatural and causeless. great power. there't serves well again. there 'tis. 'tis very strange. but not serve ever. as to beLAFEU. which should. PAROLLES. CLOWN.

Before I speak. whilst I have a tooth in my head. I'll like a maid the better. HELENA. that flames in your fair eyes. To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress Fall. Please it your Majesty. HELENA. HELENA. The honour. No better. he's able to lead her a coranto. We understand it. And grant it. Thou hast power to choose. And writ as little beard. if you please. Lustig. to each but one! LAFEU. My wish receive. you say well. HELENA. Which great Love grant. but. by thy patient's side. HELENA. I'd give bay Curtal and his furniture My mouth no more were broken than these boys'. Why. KING. I have done already. that god most high. Not one of those but had a noble father. Dian. Here comes the King. LAFEU. I would have said it. KING. Do my sighs stream. We'll ne'er come there again. Marry. Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes. Enter three or four LORDS Fair maid. and thank heaven for you. from thy altar do I fly.' KING. The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me: 'We blush that thou shouldst choose. Sir.PAROLLES. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine I'd have them whipt. Peruse them well. Go. 'Fore God. whose banish'd sense Thou has repeal'd. send forth thine eye. be refused. a second time receive The confirmation of my promis'd gift. as the Dutchman says. Thanks. and her humble love! SECOND LORD. I am a simple maid. Which but attends thy naming. Be not afraid that I your hand should take. LAFEU. call before me all the lords in court. Exit an ATTENDANT Sit. and so I take my leave. sir. And with this healthful hand. HELENA. Thy frank election make. PAROLLES. I think so. and they none to forsake. all the rest is mute. I'll never do you wrong for your own sake. And to imperial Love. HELENA. when love please. . Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever. I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace for my life. Make choice and see: Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me. or I would send them to th' Turk to make eunuchs of. Mort du vinaigre! Is not this Helen? LAFEU. HELENA. and therein wealthiest That I protest I simply am a maid. ALL. Now. Gentlemen. my preserver. LAFEU. O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice I have to use. too threat'ningly replies. Heaven hath through me restor'd the King to health. sir. will you hear my suit? FIRST LORD. This youthful parcel Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing.

ever whilst I live. KING. These boys are boys of ice. my lord. There's one grape yet. The place is dignified by the doer's deed. Know'st thou not. fair. they'll none have her. I have known thee already. nor will strive to do 't. but do not so. and heat. BERTRAM. yet stand off In differences so mighty. and virtue none. the which I can build up. I am a youth of fourteen. A poor physician's daughter-thou dislik'st Of virtue for the name. Thou know'st she has rais'd me from my sickly bed. pour'd all together. I am sure thy father drunk wine-but if thou be'st not an ass. my liege! I shall beseech your Highness. Why. HELENA. on every grave A lying trophy. honour and wealth from me. KING. It is a dropsied honour. Strange is it that our bloods. the French ne'er got 'em. BERTRAM. Good alone Is good without a name. BERTRAM. LAFEU. In these to nature she's immediate heir. and in your bed Find fairer fortune. and too good. What she has done for me? BERTRAM. they are bastards to the English. . Bertram. HELENA. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed. Of colour. My wife. What should be said? If thou canst like this creature as a maid. Into your guiding power. She is young. to bring me down Must answer for your raising? I know her well: She had her breeding at my father's charge. KING. Debauch'd on every tomb. And these breed honour. young Bertram. In such a business give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes. A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain Rather corrupt me ever! KING. take her. That is honour's scorn Which challenges itself as honour's born And is not like the sire. To make yourself a son out of my blood. Sure. The mere word's a slave. I can create the rest. Honours thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our fore-goers. But never hope to know why I should marry her. But follows it. Vileness is so: The property by what it is should go. but I give Me and my service. Where great additions swell's. I cannot love her. This is the man. You are too young. my good lord. Would quite confound distinction. then. Fair one. if you ever wed! LAFEU. I think not so. weight. too happy. FOURTH LORD. If she be All that is virtuous-save what thou dislik'st. she's thy wife. and as oft is dumb Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb Of honour'd bones indeed. wise. Not by the title.Blessing upon your vows. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her. Yes. [To BERTRAM] I dare not say I take you. Virtue and she Is her own dower.

so ennobled. whose ceremony Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief. The solemn feast Shall more attend upon the coming space. Ay. my gracious lord. . Proud scornful boy. Believe not thy disdain. to what is man. who. else. monsieur? A word with you. does err. Thy love's to me religious. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation. Take her by the hand. for I submit My fancy to your eyes. You are too old. poising us in her defective scale. sir. My honour's at the stake. And be perform'd to-night. to which title age cannot bring thee. PAROLLES. KING. Pardon. Good fortune and the favour of the King Smile upon this contract. PAROLLES. BERTRAM. I find that she which late Was in my nobler thoughts most base is now The praised of the King. I must tell thee. but presently Do thine own fortunes that obedient right Which both thy duty owes and our power claims. if not to thy estate A balance more replete. Do you hear. that canst not dream We. Here. To what is count's man: count's master is of another style. that wilt not know It is in us to plant thine honour where We please to have it grow. Obey our will. thine answer. Without all terms of pity. To any count. I'm glad. A most harsh one. sir? LAFEU. Speak. And tell her she is thine. sirrah. Expecting absent friends. BERTRAM.KING. KING. KING. unworthy this good gift. PAROLLES. which to defeat. HELENA. and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. I must produce my power. Are you companion to the Count Rousillon? PAROLLES. is it not a language I speak? PAROLLES. both my revenge and hate Loosing upon thee in the name of justice. to whom I promise A counterpoise. you are too old. if thou shouldst strive to choose. When I consider What great creation and what dole of honour Flies where you bid it. Thou wrong'st thyself. Shall weigh thee to the beam. Check thy contempt. LAFEU. commenting of this wedding LAFEU. Or I will throw thee from my care for ever Into the staggers and the careless lapse Of youth and ignorance. LAFEU. That dost in vile misprision shackle up My love and her desert. let it satisfy you. to all counts. I write man. Your pleasure. which travails in thy good. Recantation! My Lord! my master! LAFEU. As thou lov'st her. my lord. I take her hand. My master! LAFEU. Is as 'twere born so. Let the rest go. Exeunt all but LAFEU and PAROLLES who stay behind. take her hand. That you are well restor'd.

PAROLLES. it might pass. lest thou hasten thy trial. an he were double and double a lord. I'll beat him. else I'd call you knave. Re-enter LAFEU LAFEU. old. when I lose thee again I care not. Ev'n as soon as thou canst. The devil it is that's thy master. yet art thou good for nothing but taking up.PAROLLES. sir. Well. Exit PAROLLES. if I can meet him with any convenience. that I may say in the default 'He is a man I know. He is my good lord: whom I serve above is my master. and every man should beat thee. Sirrah. with all my heart. I have now found thee. you are more saucy with lords and honourable personages than the commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry. Who? God? PAROLLES.' PAROLLES. thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel. You are not worth another word. Yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. LAFEU. good faith. there's news for you. deserv'd it. I did think thee. you have a new mistress. you are a vagabond. I dare not do. PAROLLES. PAROLLES. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o' this fashion? Dost make hose of thy sleeves? Do other servants so? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands. or rather my knowledge. Ay. ev'ry dram of it. My lord. sir. I would it were hell pains for thy sake. there is no fettering of authority. as I will by thee. Yes. Well. my lord. for doing I am past. for I look through thee. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon theeLAFEU. By mine honour. and my poor doing eternal. I have not. I must be patient. I shall be wiser. Give me thy hand. and if I could but meet him again. and that thou'rt scarce worth. LAFEU. This is hard and undeserved measure. and thou art worthy of it. which if-Lord have mercy on thee for a hen! So. My lord. I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs. and I will not bate thee a scruple. for thou hast to pull at a smack o' th' contrary. to be a pretty wise fellow. for two ordinaries. What I dare too well do. LAFEU. LAFEU. LAFEU. filthy. and no true traveller. by my life. you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate. I leave you. Methink'st thou art a general offence. PAROLLES. in what motion age will give me leave. PAROLLES. I'll have no more pity of his age than I would have ofI'll beat him. I think thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee. you do me most insupportable vexation. thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. Go to. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger. LAFEU. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten. I'd beat thee. scurvy lord! Well. Ay. if I were but two hours younger. thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me: scurvy. PAROLLES. my good window of lattice. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee. your lord and master's married. LAFEU. LAFEU. thy casement I need not open. my lord. you give me most egregious indignity. Exit . fare thee well.

Paris. Will this capriccio hold in thee. but. from whence God send her quickly! Enter PAROLLES PAROLLES. my fortunate lady! HELENA. 'Tis hard: A young man married is a man that's marr'd. Ay. she's very merry. is she well? CLOWN. Therefore away. let it be conceal'd awhile. Spending his manly marrow in her arms. HELENA. but yet she is not well. these balls bound. PAROLLES. My mother greets me kindly. but yet she has her health. she's very well. Undone. there's noise in it.Enter BERTRAM PAROLLES. my boy. it is so then. art sure? BERTRAM. Good. France is a dog-hole. I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes. To other regions! France is a stable. Truly. She is not well. very good. 'tis so. One. we that dwell in't jades. I'll send her to my house. hush. O my Parolles. very. Exeunt ACT II. PAROLLES. she to her single sorrow. PAROLLES. What's the matter. to th' wars! He wears his honour in a box unseen That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home. sweetheart? BERTRAM. But thanks be given. they have married me! I'll to the Tuscan wars. PAROLLES. If she be very well. What. and forfeited to cares for ever! PAROLLES. what. and to keep them on. whither God send her quickly! The other. What two things? CLOWN. Which should sustain the bound and high curvet Of Mars's fiery steed. It shall be so. PAROLLES. Therefore. that would be known. His present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields Where noble fellows strike. and never bed her. sir. PAROLLES. War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife. I'll send her straight away. I will not bed her. The KING'S palace Enter HELENA and CLOWN HELENA. write to the King That which I durst not speak. what th' import is I know not yet. to th' war! BERTRAM. Go with me to my chamber and advise me. but for two things. To th' wars. what does she ail that she's not very well? CLOWN. I hope. BERTRAM. good. go. sweetheart? BERTRAM. SCENE 4. The King has done you wrong. And wherefore I am fled. that she's not in heaven. and leave her bravely. she's very well indeed. To th' wars! BERTRAM. Acquaint my mother with my hate to her. Good. HELENA. and wants nothing i' th' world. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn. To-morrow I'll to the wars. You had my prayers to lead them on. but yet she is not well. Why. . and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot. Bless you. that she's in earth. There's letters from my mother.

sir. I took this lark for a bunting. how does my old lady? CLOWN. HELENA. BERTRAM. to know nothing. Marry. That. Which. Exeunt ACT II. was profitable. So that you had her wrinkles and I her money. sir. Away! th'art a knave.have them still. Yes. and much fool may you find in you. I pray you. To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy And pleasure drown the brim. What more commands he? PAROLLES. HELENA. Then my dial goes not true. But puts it off to a compell'd restraint. Whose want. Strength'ned with what apology you think May make it probable need. Exit PAROLLES Come. I shall report it so. thou art a witty fool. my knave. is to be a great part of your title. I will pursue the amity Enter PAROLLES PAROLLES. And make this haste as your own good proceeding. [To BERTRAM] These things shall be done. LAFEU. The KING'S palace Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM LAFEU. my lord will go away to-night: A very serious business calls on him. my lord. I have then sinn'd against his experience and transgress'd against his valour. SCENE 5. and my state that way is dangerous. PAROLLES. for many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing. sir. What's his else? PAROLLES. 'Before a knave th'art a knave'. is strew'd with sweets. sirrah. that's 'Before me th'art a knave. LAFEU. I say nothing. you are the wiser man. I do assure you. O. I pray you make us friends. as your due. BERTRAM. CLOWN. Paris. LAFEU. and whose delay.' This had been truth. Madam. sir. sir. and of very valiant approof. That you will take your instant leave o' th' King. Which they distil now in the curbed time. my lord. HELENA. sir. and accordingly valiant. you presently Attend his further pleasure. and to have nothing. time claims. And by other warranted testimony. You should have said. since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent. LAFEU. BERTRAM. Why. and well fed. to do nothing. PAROLLES. A good knave. PAROLLES. Did you find me in yourself. To say nothing. HELENA. You have it from his own deliverance. I would she did as you say. Pray you. The great prerogative and rite of love. CLOWN. which is within a very little of nothing. Go to. who's his tailor? PAROLLES. having this obtain'd. he does acknowledge. or were you taught to find me? The search. But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier. i' faith. CLOWN. he is very great in knowledge. even to the world's pleasure and the increase of laughter. Here he comes. PAROLLES. PAROLLES. Sir! . I have found thee. In everything I wait upon his will.

And shall do so ever. God save you. LAFEU. my lord. LAFEU. I swear. trust him not in matter of heavy consequence. I shall obey his will. You have made shift to run into 't. . A good traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner. monsieur? PAROLLES. and believe this of me: there can be no kernal in this light nut. and to-night. boots and spurs and all. so I leave you to your wisdom. do you not know him? BERTRAM. BERTRAM. Spoke with the King. I have writ my letters. and have procur'd his leave For present parting. I have kept of them tame. sir. sir. monsieur. I do know him well. BERTRAM. my lord. only he desires Some private speech with you. Fare you well. I know him well. I have. Why. And rather muse than ask why I entreat you. sir. at my course. I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure. should be once heard and thrice beaten. and know their natures. I can nothing say But that I am your most obedient servant. [Aside to PAROLLES] Is she gone to the King? PAROLLES. Here comes my clog. Enter HELENA HELENA. She is. and common speech Gives him a worthy pass.LAFEU. like him that leapt into the custard. as I was commanded from you. Given order for our horses. LAFEU. casketed my treasure. BERTRAM. As you'll have her. BERTRAM. When I should take possession of the bride. therefore am I found So much unsettled. Which holds not colour with the time. For my respects are better than they seem. HELENA. and out of it you'll run again. It may be you have mistaken him. BERTRAM. 's a good workman. You must not marvel. though I took him at's prayers. This drives me to entreat you That presently you take your way for home. but we must do good against evil. Sir. Prepar'd I was not For such a business. the soul of this man is his clothes. BERTRAM. Farewell. [Giving a letter] 'Twill be two days ere I shall see you. BERTRAM. I think so. Will she away to-night? PAROLLES. Ay. he. This to my mother. I have spoken better of you than you have or will to deserve at my hand. Exit PAROLLES. a very good tailor. Is there any unkindness between my lord and you. rather than suffer question for your residence. O. Captain. An idle lord. And my appointments have in them a need Greater than shows itself at the first view To you that know them not. Yes. PAROLLES. but one that lies three-thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with. Helen. End ere I do begin. nor does The ministration and required office On my particular.

The reasons of our state I cannot yield. my lord. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. And ever shall With true observance seek to eke out that Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd To equal my great fortune. Away. but in haste to horse. But. stay not. sir. PAROLLES. two FRENCH LORDS. Farewell. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. since I have found Myself in my incertain grounds to fail As often as I guess'd. I would not tell you what I would. where I will never come Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum. SECOND LORD. Pray. HELENA. My haste is very great. therefore dare not Say what I think of it. and yet it is. Where are my other men. I shall not break your bidding.. But like a common and an outward man That the great figure of a council frames By self-unable motion. Bravely. your pardon.BERTRAM. BERTRAM. SCENE 1. now have you hear The fundamental reasons of this war. indeed. INC. The DUKE's palace Flourish. Whose great decision hath much blood let forth And more thirsts after. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. coragio! Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. Florence. monsieur? Farewell! Exit HELENA Go thou toward home. no more of that. Something. HELENA. DUKE. from point to point. Good my lord. Well. with a TROOP OF SOLDIERS DUKE. like a timorous thief. Faith. BERTRAM. hie home. Nor dare I say 'tis mine.>> ACT III. what would you say? HELENA. and scarce so much. attended. black and fearful On the opposer. BERTRAM. Let that go. What would you have? HELENA. I pray you. BERTRAM. Holy seems the quarrel Upon your Grace's part. nothing. FIRST LORD. Come. BERTRAM. . and for our flight. HELENA. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe. Therefore we marvel much our cousin France Would in so just a business shut his bosom Against our borrowing prayers. good my lord. So that. come. Enter the DUKE OF FLORENCE. yes: Strangers and foes do sunder and not kiss. most fain would steal What law does vouch mine own.

as an old man loves money.' This is not well. O madam. Exit Enter HELENA and the two FRENCH GENTLEMEN SECOND GENTLEMAN. If there be breadth enough in the world. SCENE 2. and I begin to love. To pluck his indignation on thy head By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire. COUNTESS. your son will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would. To fly the favours of so good a king. I know a man that had this trick of melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song. Do not say so. FIRST LORD. When better fall. though it be the getting of children. not bedded her. if he run away. Here they come will tell you more. good madam. there is some comfort in the news. and when he means to come. Flourish. that's the loss of men. . will day by day Come here for physic. It hath happen'd all as I would have had it. You know your places well. Why should he be kill'd? CLOWN. with no stomach. DUKE. Your unfortunate son. The COUNT'S palace Enter COUNTESS and CLOWN COUNTESS. Nay. Exit COUNTESS. save that he comes not along with her. Be it his pleasure. Rousillon. rash and unbridled boy. COUNTESS. FIRST GENTLEMAN. for your avails they fell. mend the ruff and sing. COUNTESS. What is the -matter? CLOWN. COUNTESS. Save you. madam. What have we here? CLOWN. That surfeit on their ease. I pray you? CLOWN. yonder is heavy news within between two soldiers and my young lady. E'en that you have there. Exeunt ACT III. I will hold a long distance. But I am sure the younger of our nature. Madam. By my troth. I only hear your son was run away. some comfort. I have wedded her. Why. I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man. ask questions and sing. my lord is gone. Re-enter CLOWN CLOWN. for ever gone. know it before the report come. [Reads] 'I have sent you a daughter-in-law. Welcome shall they be And all the honours that can fly from us Shall on them settle. she hath recovered the King and undone me.DUKE. pick his teeth and sing. as I hear he does the danger is in standing to 't. The brains of my Cupid's knock'd out. HELENA. My duty to you. BERTRAM. For my part. You shall hear I am run away. and sworn to make the "not" eternal. So say I. Our old ling and our Isbels o' th' country are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o' th' court. he will look upon his boot and sing. Let me see what he writes. I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court. COUNTESS. [Opening a letter] CLOWN. To-morrow to th' field. CLOWN. By what observance.

but in such a "then" I write a "never. Who was with him? SECOND GENTLEMAN. my good lady. COUNTESS. here's my passport. He was my son. Thither we bend again. madam. Where is my son. have a better cheer. HELENA. And call her hourly mistress. Find you that there? HELENA. and full of wickedness. Can woman me unto 't. To tell him that his sword can never win The honour that he loses. madam. More I'll entreat you Written to bear along. Return you thither? SECOND GENTLEMAN. was it not? SECOND GENTLEMAN. The Duke will lay upon him all the honour That good convenience claims. lady. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand haply. after some dispatch in hand at court. madam. madam. Ay. And thou art all my child. on the start. Think upon patience. COUNTESS. SECOND GENTLEMAN. Ay. Indeed. which his heart was not consenting to. Thou robb'st me of a moiety. Y'are welcome. Pray you. HELENA. which never shall come off. My son corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement. I have nothing in France. And. Such is his noble purpose. madam." This is a dreadful sentence. and show me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to. believe 't. gentlemenI have felt so many quirks of joy and grief That the first face of neither. madam.COUNTESS. gentlemen. SECOND GENTLEMAN. And to be a soldier? FIRST GENTLEMAN.' 'Tis bitter. [Reads] 'Till I have no wife. [Reads] 'When thou canst get the ring upon my finger. Ay. A very tainted fellow. I pray you? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Brought you this letter. and. COUNTESS. Nothing in France until he have no wife! There's nothing here that is too good for him But only she. COUNTESS. Madam. for thence we came. Ay. COUNTESS. he's gone to serve the Duke of Florence. Ay. I prithee. and she deserves a lord That twenty such rude boys might tend upon. good lady. And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pains. COUNTESS. and a gentleman Which I have sometime known. Parolles. Look on this letter. FIRST GENTLEMAN. I will entreat you. COUNTESS. But I do wash his name out of my blood. with the swiftest wing of speed. A servant only. The fellow has a deal of that too much Which holds him much to have. If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine. gentlemen? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Towards Florence is he? FIRST GENTLEMAN. We met him thitherward. We serve you. COUNTESS. COUNTESS. . when you see my son. then call me husband. he.

do not touch my lord. I set him there. As oft it loses all. And though I kill him not. Then go thou forth. Great Mars. and expose Those tender limbs of thine to the event Of the non-sparing war? And is it I That drive thee from the sportive court. it is A charge too heavy for my strength. drum and trumpets DUKE. No. Not so. My being here it is that holds thee hence. and we. And Fortune play upon thy prosperous helm. Whence honour but of danger wins a scar. but yet We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake To th' extreme edge of hazard. although The air of paradise did fan the house. hater of love. BERTRAM. and I shall prove A lover of thy drum. SCENE 4.' Nothing in France until he has no wife! Thou shalt have none. SCENE 3. For with the dark. That sings with piercing. Enter the DUKE OF FLORENCE. That pitiful rumour may report my flight To consolate thine ear. day. Fly with false aim. Rousillon. I am the caitiff that do hold him to't. Rousillon. This very day. come thou home. As thy auspicious mistress! BERTRAM. but as we change our courtesies. Will you draw near? Exeunt COUNTESS and GENTLEMEN HELENA. none in France Then hast thou all again. poor thief. no. BERTRAM. I will be gone.In that and all your worthiest affairs. better 'twere That all the miseries which nature owes Were mine at once. PAROLLES. Florence. COUNTESS. Whoever charges on his forward breast. Poor lord! is't That chase thee from thy country. Better 'twere I met the ravin lion when he roar'd With sharp constraint of hunger. where thou Wast shot at with fair eyes. Shall I stay here to do 't? No. Exeunt ACT III. The COUNT'S palace Enter COUNTESS and STEWARD COUNTESS. 'Till I have no wife. end. move the still-piecing air. to be the mark Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers. Sir. Rousillon. That ride upon the violent speed of fire. The General of our Horse thou art. I put myself into thy file. Make me but like my thoughts. Alas! and would you take the letter of her? . I am the cause His death was so effected. Whoever shoots at him. Exit ACT III. I will be gone. lay our best love and credence Upon thy promising fortune. Come. night. I'll steal away. Great in our hope. And angels offic'd all. I have nothing in France. SOLDIERS. DUKE. Before the DUKE's palace Flourish.

may hie. MARIANA. for if they do approach the city we shall lose all the sight. Which of them both Is dearest to me I have no skill in sense To make distinction. DIANA. [Reads] 'I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim. come. and suffice ourselves with the report of it. Write. STEWARD. Ambitious love hath so in me offended That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon. [Tucket] We have lost our labour. He is too good and fair for death and me. let's return again. Though little he do feel it. Nay. SCENE 5. will speed her foot again. his despiteful Juno. To this unworthy husband of his wife.' COUNTESS. had I spoke with her. her daughter DIANA. His taken labours bid him me forgive. your dear son. She might have been o'er ta'en. Let every word weigh heavy of her worth That he does weigh too light. and sorrow bids me speak. Write. They say the French count has done most honourable service. Enter an old WIDOW OF FLORENCE. I. Hark! you may know by their trumpets. with other CITIZENS WIDOW. I could have well diverted her intents. It is reported that he has taken their great'st commander. whilst I from far His name with zealous fervour sanctify. WIDOW. you did never lack advice so much As letting her pass so. Rinaldo. My heart is heavy. VIOLENTA. what sharp stings are in her mildest words! Rinaldo. Come. With sainted vow my faults to have amended. reprieve him from the wrath Of greatest justice. Pardon me. madam. and that with his own hand he slew the Duke's brother. Grief would have tears.Might you not know she would do as she has done By sending me a letter? Read it again. they are gone a contrary way. write. and hope I may that she. What angel shall Bless this unworthy husband? He cannot thrive. and yet she writes Pursuit would be but vain. Without the walls of Florence A tucket afar off. Provide this messenger. When haply he shall hear that she is gone He will return. If I had given you this at over-night. Led hither by pure love. and mine age is weak. My greatest grief. Bless him at home in peace. sent him forth From courtly friends. Hearing so much. Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth. Ah. set down sharply. Whom I myself embrace to set him free. Well. STEWARD. whom heaven delights to hear And loves to grant. COUNTESS. Which thus she hath prevented. the . Diana. with camping foes to live. thither gone. Exeunt ACT III. Unless her prayers. write. that from the bloody course of war My dearest master. Dispatch the most convenient messenger. take heed of this French earl. and MARIANA.

What's his name? DIANA. though there were no further danger known but the modesty which is so lost. There is a gentleman that serves the Count Reports but coarsely of her. DIANA. I hope I need not to advise you further. I think. Is this the way? [A march afar] WIDOW. I believe with him. His name. WIDOW. HELENA. HELENA. Enter HELENA in the dress of a pilgrim WIDOW. At the Saint Francis here. pilgrim! Whither are bound? HELENA. Where do the palmers lodge. Think you it is so? HELENA. and all these engines of lust. As 'tis reported. O. But till the troops come by. for the King had married him Against his liking. many a maid hath been seduced by them. If you will tarry. The rather for I think I know your hostess As ample as myself. and the misery is. HELENA. she is too mean To have her name repeated. and that I have not heard examin'd. I thank you. DIANA. Monsieur Parolles. but I hope your own grace will keep you where you are. What some'er he is. Ay. tokens. but that they are limed with the twigs that threatens them. You shall not need to fear me. Beware of them. Know you such a one? HELENA. cannot for all that dissuade succession. that so terrible shows in the wreck of maidenhood. I hope so. example. HELENA. pilgrim. WIDOW. and will stay upon your leisure. are not the things they go under. HELENA. I'll question her. I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd. Look. a filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the young earl. DIANA. is't. hang him! one Parolles. mere the truth. Diana: their promises. But by the ear. that hears most nobly of him. holy pilgrim. I pray you. Here you shall see a countryman of yours That has done worthy service. Is it yourself? WIDOW. oaths. or to the worth Of the great Count himself. surely. I have told my neighbour how you have been solicited by a gentleman his companion. Hark you! They come this way. I know that knave. . beside the port. all her deserving Is a reserved honesty. I do beseech you? WIDOW. You came.honour of a maid is her name. MARIANA. In argument of praise. To Saint Jaques le Grand. His face I know not. HELENA. Ay. I did so. He stole from France. WIDOW. I know she will lie at my house: thither they send one another. God save you. He's bravely taken here. I know his lady. If you shall please so. here comes a pilgrim. The Count Rousillon. and no legacy is so rich as honesty. from France? HELENA. enticements. marry. DIANA.

I will bring you Where you shall host. Is't not a handsome gentleman? HELENA. Which is the Frenchman? DIANA. now they come. and ARMY WIDOW. Marry. I will bestow some precepts of this virgin. And your courtesy. But she is arm'd for him. I would he lov'd his wife. 'Tis pity he is not honest. let him have his way. hold me no more in your respect. my lord. he has spied us. The troop is past. WIDOW. FIRST LORD. and keeps her guard In honestest defence. PAROLLES. HELENA. I like him well. Of enjoin'd penitents There's four or five. He does.DIANA. I humbly thank you. BOTH. So. good creature. MARIANA. the charge and thanking Shall be for me. Why is he melancholy? HELENA. Alas. indeed. poor lady! 'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife Of a detesting lord. Which is he? DIANA. and. That. SCENE 6. Worthy the note. I sweet. Lose our drum! well. BERTRAM. HeThat with the plume. good my lord. for a ring-carrier! Exeunt BERTRAM. That jack-an-apes with scarfs. to great Saint Jaques bound. if he were honester He were much goodlier. If your lordship find him not a hiding. Look. with drum and colours. pilgrim. The gods forbid else! WIDOW. HELENA. Camp before Florence Enter BERTRAM. Exeunt ACT III. if she pleas'd. Enter. On my life. Nay. WIDOW. PAROLLES. Already at my house. HELENA. the Duke's eldest son. WIDOW. HELENA. And brokes with all that can in such a suit Corrupt the tender honour of a maid. Perchance he's hurt i' th' battle. That is Antonio. Come. and the two FRENCH LORDS SECOND LORD. Please it this matron and this gentle maid To eat with us to-night. Escalus. . to requite you further. a bubble. 'tis a most gallant fellow. and the whole ARMY MARIANA. We'll take your offer kindly. were I his lady I would poison that vile rascal. This young maid might do her A shrewd turn. SECOND LORD. DIANA. He's shrewdly vex'd at something. How do you mean? May be the amorous Count solicits her In the unlawful purpose. Yond's that same knave That leads him to these places. hang you! MARIANA. put him to't. PAROLLES. wheresoe'er she is Her heart weighs sadly.

O. If you think your mystery in stratagem can bring this instrument of honour again into his native quarter. BERTRAM. FIRST LORD. I would have that drum or another. monsieur. let him fetch his drum. an infinite and endless liar. reposing too far in his virtue. BERTRAM. SECOND LORD. It might. for the love of laughter. but it is not to be recovered. PAROLLES. but it is not now. such I will have whom I am sure he knows not from the enemy. I will undertake it. Some dishonour we had in the loss of that drum. he says he has a stratagem for't. if you give him not John Drum's entertainment. FIRST LORD. Do you think I am so far deceived in him? SECOND LORD. Be but your lordship present at his examination. But you must not now slumber in it. That was not to be blam'd in the command of the service. None better than to let him fetch off his drum. he might at some great and trusty business in a main danger fail you. BERTRAM. if you have a stomach. But that the merit of service is seldom attributed to the true and exact performer. if he do not. without any malice. but to speak of him as my kinsman. Here he comes.BERTRAM. it was a disaster of war that Caesar himself could not have prevented. and that with the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath. PAROLLES. never trust my judgment in anything. hinder not the honour of his design. 'tis but a drum. he's a most notable coward. lest. I will grace the attempt for a worthy exploit. the Duke shall both speak of it and extend to you what further becomes his greatness. and go on. Well.' BERTRAM. How now. which you hear him so confidently undertake to do. and to what metal this counterfeit lump of ore will be melted. By the hand of a soldier. your inclining cannot be removed. If you speed well in it. if he had been there to command. I with a troop of Florentines will suddenly surprise him. my lord. let it go. in mine own direct knowledge. an hourly promise-breaker. even to the utmost syllable of our worthiness. or 'hic jacet. When your lordship sees the bottom of his success in't. which he hath not. . O. But a drum! Is't but a drum? A drum so lost! There was excellent command: to charge in with our horse upon our own wings. the owner of no one good quality worthy your lordship's entertainment. It were fit you knew him. and to rend our own soldiers! FIRST LORD. for the promise of his life and in the highest compulsion of base fear. PAROLLES. I would I knew in what particular action to try him. It might have been recovered. be magnanimous in the enterprise. FIRST LORD. BERTRAM. We will bind and hoodwink him so that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries when we bring him to our own tents. Enter PAROLLES SECOND LORD. Why. offer to betray you and deliver all the intelligence in his power against you. for the love of laughter. PAROLLES. we cannot greatly condemn our success. let him fetch off his drum in any hand. BERTRAM. monsieur! This drum sticks sorely in your disposition. Believe it. It is to be recovered. FIRST LORD. A pox on 't. to't.

Exit BERTRAM. You do not know him. to the of thy soldiership. And found her wondrous cold. which you shall see this very night. BERTRAM. Exit SECOND LORD. and dares better be damn'd than to do 't. I spoke with her but once. which he knows is not to be done. but return with an invention. Exeunt ACT III. for indeed he is not for your lordship's respect. tell me what a sprat you shall find him. The WIDOW'S house Enter HELENA and WIDOW HELENA. Is not this a strange fellow. BERTRAM. BERTRAM. put myself into my mortal preparation. If you misdoubt me that I am not she. But we have almost emboss'd him. damns himself to do. SCENE 7. WIDOW. By this same coxcomb that we have i' th' wind. will subscribe for thee. Nor would I wish you. but I sent to her. encourage myself in my certainty. Your brother. but the attempt I vow. HELENA. BERTRAM. Now will I lead you to the house. Nothing acquainted with these businesses. I know th' art valiant. As't please your lordship. And this is all I have done. I love not many words. and clap upon you two or three probable lies. Certain it is that he will steal himself into a man's favour. but when you find him out. that so confidently seems to undertake this business. FIRST LORD. And would not put my reputation now In any staining act. Tokens and letters which she did re-send. and by midnight look to hear further from me. SECOND LORD. By the good aid that I of you shall borrow. FIRST LORD. I was well born. None in the world. She's a fair creature. And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken Is so from word to word. he shall be caught. he shall go along with me. BERTRAM. you have him ever after. No more than a fish loves water. Will you go see her? FIRST LORD.PAROLLES. I know not what the success will be. When his disguise and he is parted. as we do. do you think he will make no deed at all of this that so seriously he does address himself unto? SECOND LORD. You shall see his fall to-night. I must go look my twigs. Why. He was first smok'd by the old Lord Lafeu. I'll about it this evening. With all my heart. FIRST LORD. and. Though my estate be fall'n. SECOND LORD. my lord. and then you cannot. . Florence. We'll make you some sport with the fox ere we case him. May I be bold to acquaint his Grace you are gone about it? PAROLLES. and show you The lass I spoke of. my lord. PAROLLES. and for a week escape a great deal of discoveries. FIRST give me trust the Count he is my husband. my lord. I'll leave you. and I will presently pen down my dilemmas. I know not how I shall assure you further But I shall lose the grounds I work upon. But you say she's honest. my lord. Farewell. That's all the fault.

for we must . it would not seem too dear. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. Every night he comes With musics of all sorts. Let her in fine consent. and yet a sinful fact. Without the Florentine camp Enter SECOND FRENCH LORD with five or six other SOLDIERS in ambush SECOND LORD. Take this purse of gold. In fine. A ring the County wears That downward hath succeeded in his house From son to son some four or five descents Since the first father wore it. no matter. After this. You see it lawful then. As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it. ere she seems as won. speak what terrible language you will. which. WIDOW. HELENA. for he persists As if his life lay on 't. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION.. But let's about it. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. When you sally upon him. delivers me to fill the time. Why then to-night Let us assay our plot. The Count he woos your daughter Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty. And let me buy your friendly help thus far. This ring he holds In most rich choice. It nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves. He can come no other way but by this hedge-corner. HELENA. Which I will over-pay and pay again When I have found it. appoints him an encounter. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. SCENE 1. To buy his will. And lawful meaning in a lawful act. It is no more But that your daughter. yet. if it speed.Err in bestowing it. and songs compos'd To her unworthiness. For you have show'd me that which well approves Y'are great in fortune. Now I see The bottom of your purpose. Herself most chastely absent. That time and place with this deceit so lawful May prove coherent. in his idle fire. Instruct my daughter how she shall persever. I have yielded. INC. HELENA. though you understand it not yourselves. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. WIDOW. Now his important blood will nought deny That she'll demand. WIDOW. Desires this ring. To marry her. I'll add three thousand crowns To what is pass'd already. Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed. I should believe you. Howe'er repented after. Resolv'd to carry her. Where both not sin.>> ACT IV.

so we seem to know. unless some one among us. cargo. 'Twould not do. being not ignorant of the impossibility. and of his creatures. interpreter. PAROLLES. therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy. what's the instance? Tongue. and to say it was in stratagem. cargo. SECOND LORD. SECOND LORD. and good enough. How deep? PAROLLES. No. As for you. Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. I would I had any drum of the enemy's. Ten o'clock. and buy myself another of Bajazet's mule. This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of. Within these three hours 'twill be time enough to go home. E'en such as you speak to me. and be that he is? PAROLLES. PAROLLES.not seem to understand him. and say I got them in exploit. to beguile two hours in a sleep. cargo. He must think us some band of strangers i' th' adversary's entertainment. A drum now of the enemy's! SECOND LORD. They will say 'Came you off with so little?' And great ones I dare not give. SECOND LORD. I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn. ransom. let me be th' interpreter. They begin to smoke me. Thirty fathom. SECOND LORD. and then to return and swear the lies he forges. not daring the reports of my tongue. Though I swore I leap'd from the window of the citadelSECOND LORD. O. sir. SECOND LORD. [Alarum within] PAROLLES. Boskos thromuldo boskos. Or the baring of my beard. [They blindfold him] FIRST SOLDIER. if you prattle me into these perils. ho! here he comes. SECOND LORD. Or to drown my clothes. Enter PAROLLES PAROLLES. and disgraces have of late knock'd to often at my door. PAROLLES. Now he hath a smack of all neighbouring languages. But couch. Wherefore. I find my tongue is too foolhardy. and knowing I had no such purpose? I must give myself some hurts. I must put you into a butterwoman's mouth. PAROLLES. Is it possible he should know what he is. ALL. What the devil should move me to undertake the recovery of this drum. But what linsey-woolsey has thou to speak to us again? FIRST SOLDIER. Art not acquainted with him? Knows he not thy voice? FIRST SOLDIER. gabble enough. SECOND LORD. PAROLLES. I warrant you. cargo. FIRST SOLDIER. PAROLLES. SECOND LORD. villianda par corbo. Cargo. whom we must produce for an interpreter. SECOND LORD. but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it. I would swear I recover'd it. Hardly serve. You shall hear one anon. Yet slight ones will not carry it. cargo. is to know straight our purpose: choughs' language. or the breaking of my Spanish sword. . What shall I say I have done? It must be a very plausive invention that carries it. ransom! Do not hide mine eyes. you must seem very politic. cargo. Good captain. We cannot afford you so. and say I was stripp'd. not to know what we speak one to another. Throca movousus. SECOND LORD.

O. 'A will betray us all unto ourselvesInform on that. FIRST SOLDIER. my good lord. DIANA. and will keep him muffled Till we do hear from them. Exit. you should be such a one As you are now. O! FIRST SOLDIER. pray. Titled goddess. Haply thou mayst inform Something to save thy life. Florence. for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom. their purposes. No. FIRST SOLDIER. In your fine frame hath love no quality? If the quick fire of youth light not your mind. FIRST SOLDIER. No more o'that! I prithee do not strive against my vows. Their force. If I do not. Boskos vauvado. hoodwink'd as thou art.PAROLLES. I understand thee. If there be here German. SECOND SOLDIER. let him speak to me. DIANA. and will for ever . Italian. but a monument. I'll speak that Which you will wonder at. with addition! But. PAROLLES. sir. damn me. I'll discover that which shall undo the Florentine. The WIDOW'S house Enter BERTRAM and DIANA BERTRAM. my lord. Oscorbidulchos volivorco. and can speak thy tongue. thou art granted space. Captain. FIRST SOLDIER. DIANA. SECOND LORD. When you are dead. or French. but I love the By love's own sweet constraint. or Dane. tell the Count Rousillon and my brother We have caught the woodcock. I was compell'd to her. So should you be. Diana. BERTRAM. And I shall lose my life for want of language. And. No. A short alarum within SECOND LORD. My mother did but duty. SECOND LORD. SECOND SOLDIER. Acordo linta. And worth it. pray. The General is content to spare thee yet. I know you are the Muskos' regiment. betake thee to thy faith. BERTRAM. Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd. So I will. She then was honest. BERTRAM. fair soul. Low Dutch. let me live. Kerely-bonto. Come on. O. PAROLLES. PAROLLES guarded. Go. SECOND LORD. They told me that your name was Fontibell. But wilt thou faithfully? PAROLLES. And all the secrets of our camp I'll show. As you owe to your wife. for you are cold and stern. sir. Exeunt ACT IV. You are no maiden. SCENE 2. pray! Manka revania dulche. And now you should be as your mother was When your sweet self was got. I will. will lead thee on To gather from thee. Nay. such.

but have no power To give it from me. pray you. When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed. Bequeathed down from many ancestors. DIANA. To swear by him whom I protest to love That I will work against him. Give me that ring. When midnight comes. It is an honour 'longing to our house. And on your finger in the night I'll put Another ring. my life. I'll lend it thee. Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world In me to lose. A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee. Thus your own proper wisdom Brings in the champion Honour on my part Against your vain assault. DIANA. that we swear not by. What is not holy. but when you have our roses You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves. though there my hope be done. . knock at my chamber window. Stand no more off. DIANA. my lord? BERTRAM. Adieu till then. would you believe my oaths When I did love you ill? This has no holding. Here. BERTRAM. BERTRAM. yea. BERTRAM. My house. so you serve us Till we serve you. Remain there but an hour. change it. But the plain single vow that is vow'd true. BERTRAM.Do thee all rights of service. But take the High'st to witness. be thine. then fail not. Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world In me to lose. And I'll be bid by thee. take my ring. DIANA. mine honour. my dear. and you shall know them When back again this ring shall be deliver'd. and ever My love as it begins shall so persever. And mock us with our bareness. Change it. but unseal'dAt least in my opinion. Say thou art mine. I'll order take my mother shall not hear. Ay. Therefore your oaths Are words and poor conditions. Who then recovers. And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts That you do charge men with. Now will I charge you in the band of truth. nor speak to me: My reasons are most strong. that what in time proceeds May token to the future our past deeds. Mine honour's such a ring: My chastity's the jewel of our house. You have won A wife of me. Will you not. Bequeathed down from many ancestors. But give thyself unto my sick desires. tell me: If I should swear by Jove's great attributes I lov'd you dearly. Be not so holy-cruel. How have I sworn! DIANA. BERTRAM. 'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth. Then. DIANA. Love is holy. I see that men make ropes in such a scarre That we'll forsake ourselves.

I will tell you a thing. and two or three SOLDIERS SECOND LORD. Not till after midnight. There is something in't that stings his nature. who had even tun'd his bounty to sing happiness to him. That approaches apace. SECOND LORD. wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit. Sir. by this demand. My mother told me just how he would woo. Her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques le Grand. SECOND LORD. and this night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour. what hear you of these wars? FIRST LORD. FIRST LORD. He has much worthy blame laid upon him for shaking off so good a wife and so sweet a lady. Is it not meant damnable in us to be trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company to-night? FIRST LORD. Only. and thinks himself made in the unchaste composition. some two months since. 'tis dead. therefore I'll lie with him When I am buried. FIRST LORD. You have not given him his mother's letter? FIRST LORD. so he that in this action contrives against his own nobility. For which live long to thank both heaven and me! You may so in the end. And as in the common course of all treasons we still see them reveal themselves till they attain to their abhorr'd ends. Since Frenchmen are so braid. He had sworn to marry me When his wife's dead. SECOND LORD. The Florentine camp Enter the two FRENCH LORDS. We will not meddle with him till he come. When you have spoken it. He hath given her his monumental ring. a peace concluded. SECOND LORD. SECOND LORD. I have deliv'red it an hour since. for his presence must be the whip of the other. What will Count Rousillon do then? Will he travel higher. I hear there is an overture of peace. o'erflows himself. SECOND LORD. I assure you. in this disguise. In the meantime. Marry that will. SCENE 3. fled from his house. Let it be forbid. that he might take a measure of his own judgments. FIRST LORD. . for he is dieted to his hour. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence. As if she sat in's heart. Nay. of a most chaste renown. I perceive. I live and die a maid. Now. or return again into France? SECOND LORD. and I am the grave of it. what things are we! FIRST LORD. for on the reading it he chang'd almost into another man. God delay our rebellion! As we are ourselves. in his proper stream. his wife. sir! So should I be a great deal of his act. she says all men Have the like oaths. SECOND LORD. Merely our own traitors. but you shall let it dwell darkly with you. I would gladly have him see his company anatomiz'd.Exit DIANA. Especially he hath incurred the everlasting displeasure of the King. FIRST LORD. FIRST LORD. Exit ACT IV. you are not altogether of his counsel. I think't no sin To cozen him that would unjustly win. SECOND LORD.

Ay. And what think you he hath confess'd? . poor gallant knave. I have to-night dispatch'd sixteen businesses. and. FIRST LORD. and now she sings in heaven. SECOND LORD. FIRST LORD. writ to my lady mother I am returning. I mean the business is not ended. to the full arming of the verity. [Exeunt SOLDIERS] Has sat i' th' stocks all night. FIRST LORD. his heels have deserv'd it. from the time of his remembrance to this very instant disaster of his setting i' th' stocks. if they were more than they can commend. No matter. by an abstract of success: I have congied with the Duke. Enter BERTRAM How now. the tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her grief. I am heartily sorry that he'll be glad of this. And how mightily some other times we drown our gain in tears! The great dignity that his valour hath here acquir'd for him shall at home be encount'red with a shame as ample. good and ill together. They shall be no more than needful there. BERTRAM. How is this justified? SECOND LORD. The last was the greatest. sir. FIRST LORD. SECOND LORD. of whom he hath taken a solemn leave. as fearing to hear of it hereafter. The Duke hath offered him letters of commendations to the King. His lordship will next morning for France. which could not be her office to say is come. Our virtues would be proud if our faults whipt them not. point from point. If the business be of any difficulty and this morning your departure hence. Her death itself.which holy undertaking with most austere sanctimony she accomplish'd. was faithfully confirm'd by the rector of the place. Bring him forth. buried a wife. mourn'd for her. made a groan of her last breath. But to answer you as you would be understood: he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk. Hath the Count all this intelligence? SECOND LORD. BERTRAM. is't not after midnight? BERTRAM. done my adieu with his nearest. Here's his lordship now. But shall we have this dialogue between the Fool and the Soldier? Come. my lord. a month's length apiece. bring forth this counterfeit module has deceiv'd me like a double-meaning prophesier. and the particular confirmations. but that I have not ended yet. How does he carry himself? SECOND LORD. and between these main parcels of dispatch effected many nicer needs. SECOND LORD. and our crimes would despair if they were not cherish'd by our virtues. which makes her story true even to the point of her death. whom he supposes to be a friar. he hath confess'd himself to Morgan. in usurping his spurs so long. He met the Duke in the street. it requires haste of your lordship. there residing. How mightily sometimes we make us comforts of our losses! FIRST LORD. SECOND LORD. The stronger part of it by her own letters. SECOND LORD. in fine. Enter a MESSENGER How now? Where's your master? SERVANT. entertain'd my convoy. They cannot be too sweet for the King's tartness. I have told your lordship already the stocks carry him. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn.

half of the which dare not shake the snow from off their cassocks lest they shake themselves to pieces. Well. so many. so that the muster-file. and Gratii. two hundred fifty each. my lord. PAROLLES. and FIRST SOLDIER as interpreter BERTRAM. and what credit I have with the Duke. And truly. FIRST SOLDIER. how and which way you will.' What say you to that? PAROLLES. Sebastian. Boblibindo chicurmurco. Well. FIRST SOLDIER. 'Five or six thousand horse' I said-I will say true. the gallant militarist-that was his own phrase-that had the whole theoric of war in the knot of his scarf. SECOND LORD. that's set down. BERTRAM. 'First demand of him how many horse the Duke is strong. Guiltian. . Nothing. Enter PAROLLES guarded. you must have the patience to hear it. FIRST SOLDIER. Bentii. if I were to live this present hour. SECOND LORD. BERTRAM. Hush. Portotartarossa. But I con him no thanks for't in the nature he delivers it. 'Poor rogues' I pray you say. upon my reputation and credit. By my troth. has 'a? SECOND LORD. Jaques. The troops are all scattered.'or thereabouts' set down. Shall I set down your answer so? PAROLLES. A truth's a truth-the rogues are marvellous poor. PAROLLES. Nothing of me. His confession is taken. All's one to him. I humbly thank you. amounts not to fifteen thousand poll. What will you say without 'em? PAROLLES. this is Monsieur Parolles. PAROLLES. sir. FIRST SOLDIER. for I'll speak truth. YOU are a merciful general. that's set down. FIRST SOLDIER. I will confess what I know without constraint. PAROLLES. Lodowick. FIRST SOLDIER. SECOND LORD. Let me see: Spurio. upon my life. and it shall be read to his face. so many. nor believe he can have everything in him by wearing his apparel neatly. as I believe you are. A plague upon him! muffled! He can say nothing of me. What a past-saving slave is this! SECOND LORD. mine own company. FIRST SOLDIER. sir. I'll take the sacrament on 't. I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword clean. Demand of him my condition. and the practice in the chape of his dagger. hush! Hoodman comes. Chitopher. Vaumond. so many. Cosmo. He's very near the truth in this. FIRST SOLDIER. I can say no more. Y'are deceiv'd. but very weak and unserviceable. but let him have thanks. a hundred and fifty. if your lordship be in't. rotten and sound. Five or six thousand. Corambus. What shall be done to him? SECOND LORD. Bosko chimurcho. I will tell true. as I hope to live. Our General bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note. FIRST LORD. Do.' What say you to that? PAROLLES. if ye pinch me like a pasty. two hundred fifty each.BERTRAM. and as I hope to live. 'Demand of him of what strength they are a-foot. and the commanders very poor rogues. BERTRAM. He calls for the tortures.

sir. a Frenchman. and take it. I'll read it first by your favour. He ne'er pays after-debts. one Diana. told thee this: Men are to mell with. He shall be whipt through the army with this rhyme in's forehead. and writ to me this other day to turn him out o' th' band. BERTRAM. match. FIRST SOLDIER. that's set down. Here 'tis. After he scores. . Demand them singly. and well make it. or whether he thinks it were not possible. bid him drop gold. and full of gold. FIRST SOLDIER. by your leave. PAROLLES. FIRST SOLDIER. [Reads] 'Dian. And say a soldier. FIRST SOLDIER. we'll search. the Count's a fool. that is an advertisement to a proper maid in Florence. I beseech you. The Duke knows him for no other but a poor officer of mine. I know him: 'a was a botcher's prentice in Paris. from whence he was whipt for getting the shrieve's fool with child-a dumb innocent that could not say him nay. In good sadness.' BERTRAM. BERTRAM. what his valour. put it up again. For count of this. expertness in wars. Shall I read it to you? PAROLLES. Do you know this Captain Dumain? PAROLLES. I think I have his letter in my pocket. I do not know. Well. SECOND LORD. take it before. Well. I do not know if it be it or no.FIRST SOLDIER. and devours up all the fry it finds. What is his reputation with the Duke? PAROLLES. look not so upon me. Nay. Upon my knowledge. Nay. who is a whale to virginity. to take heed of the allurement of one Count Rousillon. he is. PAROLLES. the Count's a fool. Nay. and lousy. but not when he does owe it. was very honest in the behalf of the maid. to corrupt him to a revolt.' What say you to this? What do you know of it? PAROLLES. PAROLLES. is this captain in the Duke of Florence's camp? PAROLLES. what his reputation is with the Duke. with well-weighing sums of gold. FIRST SOLDIER. [Reads] 'When he swears oaths. a foolish idle boy. BERTRAM. either it is there or it is upon a file with the Duke's other letters in my tent.' PAROLLES. My meaning in't. SECOND LORD. sir. here's a paper. hold your hands. 'You shall demand of him whether one Captain Dumain be i' th' camp. for I knew the young Count to be a dangerous and lascivious boy. Excellently. Our interpreter does it well. That is not the Duke's letter. I pray you. but for all that very ruttish. boys are not to kiss. I know it. Who pays before. Half won is match well made. honesty. FIRST SOLDIER. FIRST SOLDIER. let me answer to the particular of the inter'gatories. I protest. Dian. as he vow'd to thee in thine ear. Damnable both-sides rogue! FIRST SOLDIER. he never pays the score. Thine. though I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls. Marry. we shall hear of your lordship anon.

sir. so you confess freely. by our General's looks we shall be fain to hang you. FIRST SOLDIER. BERTRAM. FIRST SOLDIER. A plague of all drums! . I have but little more to say. He will lie. but greater a great deal in evil. We'll see what may be done. and the amnipotent soldier. E'en a crow o' th' same nest. in a dungeon. Why does he ask him of me? FIRST SOLDIER. sir. FIRST SOLDIER. Let me live. PAROLLES. and know his pleasure. what an honest man should have he has nothing. Faith. sir. will you undertake to betray the Florentine? PAROLLES. the manifold linguist. so I may live. has led the drum before the English tragedians-to belie him I will not-and more of his soldier-ship I know not. for a cardecue he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation. Count Rousillon. with such volubility that you would think truth were a fool. I perceive. He will steal. In a retreat he outruns any lackey: marry. an egg out of a cloister. therefore. He has everything that an honest man should not have. yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is. sir. or anywhere. FIRST SOLDIER. my offences being many. except in that country he had the honour to be the officer at a place there called Mile-end to instruct for the doubling of files-I would do the man what honour I can-but of this I am not certain. sir. PAROLLES. He hath out-villain'd villainy so far that the rarity redeems him. for he will be swine-drunk. A pox on him! he's a cat still. save to his bedclothes about him. he's more and more a cat. in any case! Not that I am afraid to die. Drunkenness is his best virtue. What's his brother. FIRST SOLDIER. BERTRAM.FIRST LORD. sir. and cut th' entail from all remainders and a perpetual succession for it perpetually. BERTRAM. and to his valour. For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon him! For me. What say you to his expertness in war? PAROLLES. of his honesty. and the Captain of his Horse. His qualities being at this poor price. This is your devoted friend. and in his sleep he does little harm. Sir. What's he? PAROLLES. SECOND LORD. once more to this Captain Dumain: you have answer'd to his reputation with the Duke. in breaking 'em he is stronger than Hercules. I need not to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt. sir. FIRST SOLDIER. [Aside] I'll no more drumming. but they know his conditions and lay him in straw. the inheritance of it. not altogether so great as the first in goodness. sir. but that. what is his honesty? PAROLLES. My life. the other Captain Dumain? FIRST LORD. He professes not keeping of oaths. I begin to love him for this. I would repent out the remainder of nature. PAROLLES. Ay. I'll whisper with the General. and now he's a cat to me. for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus. I could endure anything before but a cat. in coming on he has the cramp. i' th' stocks. FIRST SOLDIER. He excels his brother for a coward. SECOND LORD. If your life be saved.

My husband hies him home. Captain Parolles. WIDOW. that has a knot on 't yet. Good morrow. And by the leave of my good lord the King. which gratitude Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth. therefore you must die. That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you! One of the greatest in the Christian world Shall be my surety. The WIDOW'S house Enter HELENA. Gentle madam. Exit ACT IV SCENE 4. Who knows himself a braggart. noble Captain. That shall you. will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon? An I were not a very coward I'd compel it of you. WIDOW. Exit with SOLDIERS PAROLLES. Ere I can perfect mine intents. God bless you. you might begin an impudent nation. noble Captain. Captain. Let him fear this. FIRST LORD. and sleep as soft As captain shall. Time was I did him a desired office. Good Captain. heaven aiding. Fare ye well. can serve the world for no honest use. or let me see my death! FIRST SOLDIER. to kneel. PAROLLES.' I duly am inform'd His Grace is at Marseilles. . Come. and DIANA HELENA. Dear almost as his life. And answer 'Thanks. [Unmuffling him] So look about you. by fool'ry thrive. but you must die. for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass. what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France. sir. blushes. SECOND LORD. SECOND LORD. where. You must know I am supposed dead. we shall speak of you there. PAROLLES. cool. Captain I'll be no more. You are undone. But I will eat. The General says you that have so traitorously discover'd the secrets of your army. and. If my heart were great. and to beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy the Count. let me live. If you could find out a country where but women were that had received so much shame. of with his head. FIRST LORD. Simply the thing I am Shall make me live. headsman. to which place We have convenient convoy. but fare you well. sir. We'll be before our welcome. There is no remedy. sword. Exeunt BERTRAM and LORDS FIRST SOLDIER. Yet who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken? FIRST SOLDIER. and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held. God save you. Rust. The army breaking. sir. I'll after them. 'Twould burst at this. and take your leave of all your friends. Parolles. have I run into this danger. Captain.Only to seem to deserve well. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot? FIRST SOLDIER. Yet am I thankful. and drink. live Safest in shame. O Lord. There's place and means for every man alive. know you any here? BERTRAM. Being fool'd. fore whose throne 'tis needful. all but your scarf. I am for France too.

sir. All's Well that Ends Well. mistress. you knave. 'Twas a good lady. Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labour To recompense your love. . A fool. no. Let death and honesty Go with your impositions. CLOWN. Indeed. for that which is away. LAFEU. We must away. and do his service. Under my poor instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf. she was the sweet-marjoram of the sallet. DIANA. As it hath fated her to be my motive And helper to a husband. No. So lust doth play With what it loathes. CLOWN.You never had a servant to whose trust Your business was more welcome. sir. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar. LAFEU. Nor you. If she had partaken of my flesh. So you were a knave at his service. COUNTESS. Rousillon. Doubt not but heaven Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower. Exeunt ACT IV SCENE 5. no. and your son here at home. The COUNT'S palace Enter COUNTESS. and CLOWN LAFEU. Our waggon is prepar'd. I will subscribe for thee. LAFEU. We may pick a thousand sallets ere we light on such another herb. the herb of grace. You. LAFEU. or. Diana. no. Why. HELENA. more advanc'd by the King than by that red-tail'd humble-bee I speak of. the end is the renown. thou art both knave and fool. Yet. sir. 'twas a good lady. But. if I cannot serve you. No. sir. At your service. Still the fine's the crown. I have not much skill in grass. LAFEU. But more of this hereafter. and cost me the dearest groans of a mother. I would cozen the man of his wife. LAFEU. I can serve as great a prince as you are. CLOWN. Whate'er the course. HELENA. I would I had not known him. to do her service. Whether dost thou profess thyself-a knave or a fool? CLOWN. It was the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had praise for creating. at a woman's service. When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns And be as sweet as sharp. I pray you: But with the word the time will bring on summer. sir. Your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour. rather. Your distinction? CLOWN. And I would give his wife my bauble. CLOWN. When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night. and time revives us. indeed. O strange men! That can such sweet use make of what they hate. they are nose-herbs. and a knave at a man's. no. CLOWN. I am yours Upon your will to suffer. whose villainous saffron would have made all the unbak'd and doughy youth of a nation in his colour. I could not have owed her a more rooted love. LAFEU. LAFEU. son was misled with a snipt-taffeta fellow there. They are not sallet-herbs.

Who's that? A Frenchman? CLOWN. and I tell thee so before. Some that humble themselves may. I am for the house with the narrow gate. How does your ladyship like it? COUNTESS. LAFEU. but his right cheek is worn bare. The Black Prince. there is no fitter matter. whether there be a scar under 't or no. that always loved a great fire. CLOWN. LAFEU. If I put any tricks upon 'em. . or a noble scar.LAFEU. alias. the velvet knows. I give thee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'st of. I am a woodland fellow. Madam. You need but plead your honourable privilege. and an unhappy. which are their own right by the law of nature. So 'a is. and. of that I have made a bold charter. but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet. sir. LAFEU. sir. Go thy ways. sir. COUNTESS. His Highness hath promis'd me to do it. I shall beseech your lordship to remain with me tal they meet together. Re-enter CLOWN CLOWN. What prince is that? CLOWN. 'tis not amiss. Exit LAFEU. it holds yet. there's my purse. Go thy ways. LAFEU. because I would not fall out with thee. so belike is that. and I wish it happily effected. A scar nobly got. And I was about to tell you. COUNTESS. they shall be jades' tricks. but runs where he will. I moved the King my master to speak in the behalf of my daughter. let my horses be well look'd to. CLOWN. my lord. the Prince of Darkness. I was thinking with what manners I might safely be admitted. and indeed he has no pace. since I heard of the good lady's death. LAFEU. he is the prince of the world. is a good liv'ry of honour. which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness. Let us go see your son. It rejoices me that I hope I shall see him ere I die. in the minority of them both. but. his Majesty out of a self-gracious remembrance did first propose. sure. Lady. Hold thee. LAFEU. A shrewd knave. LAFEU. With very much content. His Highness comes post from Marseilles. of as able body as when he number'd thirty. and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire. yonder's my lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face. I thank my God. But it is your carbonado'd face. I like him well. which. By his authority he remains here. I pray you. I have letters that my son will be here to-night. But. CLOWN. sir. 'a has an English name. but the many will be too chill and tender: and they'll be for the flow'ry way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire. My lord that's gone made himself much sport out of him. and that my lord your son was upon his return home. the devil. to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your son. serve him still. or I am deceiv'd by him that in such intelligence hath seldom fail'd. LAFEU. I begin to be aweary of thee. His left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half. alias. Faith. O madam. 'a will be here to-morrow. but his fisnomy is more hotter in France than there. without any tricks. COUNTESS. let his nobility remain in's court. which I take to be too little for pomp to enter. LAFEU.

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LAFEU. My lord. use the carp as you may. and the other brings thee out. GENTLEMAN.Our means will make us means. PAROLLES. LAFEU. and leave him to your lordship. Cox my passion! give me your hand. Good Monsieur Lavache. PAROLLES. but not a musk-cat. Truly. Let the justices make you and Fortune friends. who of herself is a good lady and would not have knaves thrive long under her? There's a cardecue for you. Sirrah. Prithee. Pray you. Though you are a fool and a knave. if your metaphor stink. PAROLLES. when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes. is Parolles. to bring me in some grace. save your word. provide. A paper from Fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look here he comes himself. Exit PAROLLES. . foolish. How does your drum? PAROLLES. Go to. Fortune's displeasure is but sluttish. give my Lord Lafeu this letter. Out upon thee. you shall ha't. PAROLLES. CLOWN. for you did bring me out. or against any man's metaphor. if it smell so strongly as thou speak'st of. Exeunt ACT V SCENE 3. inquire further after me. muddied in Fortune's mood. And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to pare her nails now. but I am now. HELENA. I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratch'd. Prithee. Was I. allow the wind. is muddied withal. Enter LAFEU Here is a pur of Fortune's. LAFEU. in sooth? And I was the first that lost thee. I spake but by a metaphor. I will stop my nose. come. knave! Dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the devil? One brings the in grace. PAROLLES. My name. been better known to you. O my good lord. I praise God for you. go. We must to horse again. Whate'er falls more. Go. sir. I have ere now. deliver me this paper. and. I am for other business. It lies in you. sir. LAFEU. Exeunt ACT V SCENE 2. that has fall'n into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure. sir. follow. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd. decayed. that she should scratch you. my good lord. Wherein have you played the knave with Fortune. get thee further. Pray you. you shall eat. I will henceforth eat no fish of Fortune's butt'ring. I beseech your honour to hear me one single word. You beg more than word then. or of Fortune's cat. for he looks like a poor. CLOWN. my lord. Foh! prithee stand away. sir. ingenious. sir. LAFEU. The inner court of the COUNT'S palace Enter CLOWN and PAROLLES PAROLLES. Indeed. Rousillon. sir. I know by his trumpets. you need not to stop your nose. I had talk of you last night. sir. CLOWN. [Trumpets sound] The King's coming. PAROLLES. I do pity his distress in my similes of comfort. Nay. you were the first that found me. You beg a single penny more. as he says. rascally knave. This I'll do for you. and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.

Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve Humbly call'd mistress. Exit GENTLEMAN KING. pardon to me. KING. Then shall we have a match. KING. and inform him So 'tis our will he should. my liege. This I must sayBut first. I beg my pardon: the young lord Did to his Majesty.Rousillon. KING. I am not a day of season. and the first view shall kill All repetition. The time is fair again. All that he is hath reference to your Highness. He lost a wife Whose beauty did astonish the survey Of richest eyes. let him approach. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. Let's take the instant by the forward top. Enter BERTRAM LAFEU. so stand thou forth. but to himself The greatest wrong of all. GENTLEMAN. my liege. I shall. Though my revenges were high bent upon him And watch'd the time to shoot. I have forgiven and forgotten all. My high-repented blames. COUNTESS. no offender. A stranger. KING. Dear sovereign. done i' th' blaze of youth. KING. lack'd the sense to know Her estimation home. and on our quick'st decrees Th' inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them. Enter KING. But to the brightest beams Distracted clouds give way. The nature of his great offence is dead. COUNTESS. Offence of mighty note. Let him not ask our pardon. He looks well on 't. BERTRAM. LAFEU. For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail In me at once. Well. my liege. The COUNT'S palace Flourish. We are reconcil'd. What says he to your daughter? Have you spoke? LAFEU. All is whole. whose words all ears took captive. and his lady. For we are old. And deeper than oblivion do we bury Th' incensing relics of it. As mad in folly. At first I stuck my choice upon her. the two FRENCH LORDS. Admiringly. call him hither. Not one word more of the consumed time. I have letters sent me That sets him high in fame. but your son. O'erbears it and burns on. with ATTENDANTS KING. ere my heart . LAFEU. and our esteem Was made much poorer by it. And I beseech your Majesty to make it Natural rebellion. When oil and fire. We lost a jewel of her. 'Tis past. his mother. too strong for reason's force. My honour'd lady. You remember The daughter of this lord? BERTRAM.

Was a sweet creature. in me. And now forget her. and after weep their dust. The ring was never hers. Thence it came That she whom all men prais'd. in whom my house's name Must be digested. To the great sender turns a sour offence. And ev'ry hair that's on 't. Well excus'd.Durst make too bold herald of my tongue. This ring was mine. Which better than the first. The main consents are had. While I was speaking. You are deceiv'd. Come on. Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me. Scorn'd a fair colour or express'd it stol'n. The last that e'er I took her leave at court. I have seen her wear it. Wrapp'd in a paper. she never saw it. In Florence was it from a casement thrown me. BERTRAM. my lord. Our own love waking cries to see what's done. That thou didst love her. COUNTESS. Which warp'd the line of every other favour. [BERTRAM gives a ring] By my old beard. oft was fasten'd to't. Had you that craft to reave her Of what should stead her most? BERTRAM. Where the impression of mine eye infixing. Since I have lost. Not knowing them until we know their grave. O nature. O dear heaven. I saw upon her finger. bless! Or. That she may quickly come. but love that comes too late. on my life. Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin. COUNTESS. let me see it. such a ring as this. Destroy our friends. that by this token I would relieve her. Be this sweet Helen's knell. cesse! LAFEU. To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter. if her fortunes ever stood Necessitied to help. I am sure I saw her wear it. strikes some scores away From the great compt. Howe'er it pleases you to take it so. Now. pray you. Helen. have lov'd. Extended or contracted all proportions To a most hideous object. was in mine eye The dust that did offend it. my son. ere they meet. and she reckon'd it At her life's rate. that's dead. and whom myself. for mine eye. give a favour from you. While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. KING. and when I gave it Helen I bade her. BERTRAM. My gracious sovereign. LAFEU. Crying 'That's good that's gone. KING. Hers it was not. Son.' Our rash faults Make trivial price of serious things we have. and here we'll stay To see our widower's second marriage-day. to ourselves unjust. Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried. which contain'd the name . Oft our displeasures.

Grant it me. That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine. if you know That you are well acquainted with yourself. Having vainly fear'd too little. We'll sift this matter further. she ceas'd. Plutus himself. Is here attending. his vows are forfeited to me. could win me to believe More than to see this ring. She call'd the saints to surety That she would never put it from her finger Unless she gave it to yourself in bedWhere you have never come. [GUARDS seize BERTRAM] My fore-past proofs. Whoever gave it you. And she is dead.'twill not prove so. Exit. which nothing. but to close Her eyes myself. BERTRAM. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. If it should prove That thou art so inhuman. but when I had subscrib'd To mine own fortune. and a poor . Whether I have been to blame or no. Where she yet never was. BERTRAM. howe'er the matter fall. Confess 'twas hers. 'twas Helen's.or sent it us Upon her great disaster. Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring. I blush to say it. Shall tax my fears of little vanity. And yet I know not. and by what rough enforcement You got it from her. her business looks in her With an importing visage. he won me. KING. who by this. If you shall prove This ring was ever hers. and inform'd her fully I could not answer in that course of honour As she had made the overture. Then. Enter a GENTLEMAN GENTLEMAN. otherwise a seducer flourishes. He stole from Florence. KING. [Reads the letter] 'Upon his many protestations to marry me when his wife was dead. taking no leave. Who hath. Gracious sovereign. Noble she was. Now is the Count Rousillon a widower. Thou speak'st it falsely. you shall as easy Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence. 'Twas mine. for four or five removes. and my honour's paid to him. Take him away.thou didst hate her deadly. I know. In heavy satisfaction. She never saw it. KING. I undertook it. come short To tender it herself. Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Of the poor suppliant. And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me Which I would fain shut out. and thought I stood engag'd. and would never Receive the ring again. and she told me In a sweet verbal brief it did concern Your Highness with herself. Away with him. and I follow him to his country for justice. O King! in you it best lies. I know not: Here's a petition from a Florentine. as I love mine honour. guarded KING.Of her that threw it.

You give away myself. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair. Fairer prove your honour Than in my thought it lies! DIANA. a wretched Florentine. which is known mine. My lord. . and bring again the Count. as I do understand.maid is undone. You give away heaven's vows. What say'st thou to her? BERTRAM. WIDOW. Exeunt ATTENDANTS I am afeard the life of Helen. LAFEU. sir. guarded KING. DIANA CAPILET. Was foully snatch'd. my lord. my lord. KING. And that you fly them as you swear them lordship. For I by vow am so embodied yours That she which marries you must marry me. If you shall marry. Count. Let your Highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour Than for to think that I would sink it here. Good my lord. Ask him upon his oath if he does think He had not my virginity. if I were so He might have bought me at a common price. for all that. Either both or none. do you know these women? BERTRAM. He does me wrong. Why do you look so strange upon your wife? BERTRAM. I am. And therefore know how far I may be pitied. and those are mine. You give away this hand. sir. Do not believe him. I am her mother. you have them ill to friend Till your deeds gain them. without your remedy. my lord. My suit. Seek these suitors. KING. Yet you desire to marry. lady. KING. and toll for this. Lafeu. DIANA. Whose high respect and rich validity Did lack a parallel. and that is mine. BERTRAM. She's none of mine. She's impudent. sith wives are monsters to you. I wonder. DIANA. Derived from the ancient Capilet. [To BERTRAM] Your reputation comes too short for my daughter. my lord.' LAFEU. Enter WIDOW and DIANA What woman's that? DIANA. Come hither. Sir. And both shall cease. whose age and honour Both suffer under this complaint we bring. Do they charge me further? DIANA. this is a fond and desp'rate creature Whom sometime I have laugh'd with. Now. KING. o. Go speedily. for my thoughts. And was a common gamester to the camp. I'll none of him. COUNTESS. you know. My lord. To bring forth this discov'ry. justice on the doers! Enter BERTRAM. you are no husband for her. behold this ring. yet. The heavens have thought well on thee. I neither can nor will deny But that I know them.

I pray you yetSince you lack virtue. Hath it been ow'd and worn. . but loath am to produce So bad an instrument. Exit an ATTENDANT BERTRAM. He blushes. And this was it I gave him. Certain it is I lik'd her. I think she has. She knew her distance. If I be one. Am I or that or this for what he'll utter That will speak anything? KING. You boggle shrewdly. KING. tricks he hath had in him. KING. DIANA. Not fearing the displeasure of your master.He gave it to a commoner o' th' camp. in fine. Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth. Madding my eagerness with her restraint. KING. KING. I must be patient. Which. What of him? He's quoted for a most perfidious slave. I have spoke the truth. You that have turn'd off a first so noble wife May justly diet me. which gentlemen have. that gem Conferr'd by testament to th' sequent issue. Sir. then. What ring was yours. I have it not. and did angle for me. goes false you threw it him Out of a casement. KING. I saw the man to-day. And I had that which any inferior might At market-price have bought. and bring him hither. DIANA. BERTRAM. on your just proceeding. My lord. Find him. Tell me. DIANA. and. The story. So please your Majesty. every feather starts you. Her infinite cunning with her modern grace Subdu'd me to her rate. much like The same upon your finger. She got the ring. As all impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. I do confess the ring was hers. Ay. With all the spots o' th' world tax'd and debauch'd. if man he be. This is his wife: That ring's a thousand proofs. my lord. DIANA. Is this the man you speak of? DIANA. And give me mine again. I'll keep offBy him and by this woman here what know you? PAROLLES. I will return it home. LAFEU. And boarded her i' th' wanton way of youth. KING. Know you this ring? This ring was his of late. being abed. his name's Parolles. BERTRAM. Of six preceding ancestors. She hath that ring of yours. KING. my master hath been an honourable gentleman. I did. I will lose a husbandSend for your ring. COUNTESS. my lord. I pray you? DIANA. Methought you said You saw one here in court could witness it. and 'tis it. sirrah-but tell me true I charge you. Enter PAROLLES BERTRAM.

. you say. Where did you find it then? DIANA. Thou hast spoken all already. I am a poor man. I did go between them. And away with him. KING. DIANA. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this while? DIANA. This ring. This ring was mine. What an equivocal companion is this! PAROLLES. come. I am either maid. my good lord. but a naughty orator. KING. He's a good drum. It was not given me. by my life. Where did you buy it? Or who gave it you? DIANA. To prison with her. and he'll swear to't: I'll swear I am a maid. KING. Stay. to prison with her. Because he's guilty. Take her away. and talk'd of Satan. KING. Faith. I pray you? PAROLLES. KING. By Jove. I found it not. if ever I knew man. so please your Majesty. 'twas you. royal sir. nor I did not buy it. Good mother. Great King. KING. DIANA. or else this old man's wife. my liege. I know more than I'll speak. How could you give it him? DIANA. This woman's an easy glove. KING. It might be yours or hers. I never gave it him. I'll put in bail. and of Furies. unless thou canst say they are married. but more than that. Ay. DIANA. sir. for aught I know. sir. my lord. and he is not guilty. Did he love this woman? PAROLLES. I do not like her now. was yours? DIANA. I think thee now some common customer. [Pointing to LAFEU] KING. How. She does abuse our ears.KING. Do you know he promis'd me marriage? PAROLLES. KING. It was not lent me neither. He knows I am no maid. If it were yours by none of all these ways. KING. but how? KING. but thou art too fine in thy evidence. KING. and at your Majesty's command. sir. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st? PAROLLES. DIANA. Take her away. and he knows not. Yet I was in that credit with them at that time that I knew of their going to bed. LAFEU. and lov'd her not. and things which would derive me ill will to speak of. DIANA. KING. to th' purpose. therefore stand aside. Who lent it you? DIANA. He did love her. As thou art a knave and no knave. KING. How is that? PAROLLES. and I know not what. KING. as a gentleman loves a woman. and of Limbo. DIANA. Yes. Thou diest within this hour. therefore I will not speak what I know. he did love her. Faith. He lov'd her. my lord. fetch my bail. as I said. I am no strumpet. I'll never tell you. as promising her marriage. LAFEU. and of other motions. he loved her-for indeed he was mad for her. I gave it his first wife. Come. Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring. she goes of and on at pleasure.

The name and not the thing. I shall weep anon. she feels her young one kick. and I'll pay thy dower. Wait on me home. And are by me with child.. Mine eyes smell onions. Re-enter WIDOW with HELENA KING. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE . [To PAROLLES] Good Tom Drum. Is there no exorcist Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes? Is't real that I see? HELENA. This is done. pardon! HELENA. here's your letter. ever. o. which we will pay With strife to please you. I'll love her dearly. thyself a maid. [To DIANA] If thou beest yet a fresh uncropped flower. ever dearly. Let us from point to point this story know. But for this lord Who hath abus'd me as he knows himself. lend me a handkercher. look you. If she. Both. here I quit him. And he shall surety me. So. The King's a beggar. And. For I can guess that by thy honest aid Thou kept'st a wife herself. So there's my riddle: one that's dead is quickAnd now behold the meaning. Resolvedly more leisure shall express. And at that time he got his wife with child. This it says: 'When from my finger you can get this ring. my good lord. Ours be your patience then. can make me know this clearly. If it appear not plain. Exeunt omnes THE END <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. All is well ended if this suit be won. To make the even truth in pleasure flow. more and less. Choose thou thy husband. day exceeding day. Dead though she be. No. [Flourish] EPILOGUE EPILOGUE. KING. my liege. and prove untrue. more welcome is the sweet.' etc.Of that and all the progress. Your gentle hands lend us. I'll make sport with thee. That you express content. The bitter past. There is your ring. and take our hearts. Will you be mine now you are doubly won? BERTRAM. 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see. O. my good lord.Exit WIDOW The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for. BERTRAM. and yours our parts. I found you wondrous kind. INC. HELENA. KING. do I see you living? LAFEU. now the play is done. Though yet he never harm'd me. I thank thee. both. when I was like this maid. Deadly divorce step between me and you! O my dear mother. and if it end so meet. He knows himself my bed he hath defil'd. they are scurvy ones. All yet seems well. let thy curtsies alone.


As I am Egypt's Queen. CLEOPATRA. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Grates me the sum. and that blood of thine Is Caesar's homager.' ANTONY. our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man. Flourish. On pain of punishment. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars. from Rome. reneges all temper. her LADIES. What sport to-night? . in which I bind. CLEOPATRA. Fulvia perchance is angry. with eunuchs fanning her Look where they come! Take but good note. How. the world to weet We stand up peerless. Let Rome in Tiber melt. Antony. News. Perform't. Let's not confound the time with conference harsh. You must not stay here longer. therefore hear it. and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space. Antony. His captain's heart. The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front. Excellent falsehood! Why did he marry Fulvia. Take in that kingdom and enfranchise that. Those his goodly eyes. CLEOPATRA. my love? CLEOPATRA. ANTONY. Then must thou needs find out new heaven. ANTONY. ANTONY. And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. and most like. tell me how much. Thou blushest. There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now. ANTONY. Else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds. when such a mutual pair And such a twain can do't. The nobleness of life Is to do thus [emhracing]. and not love her? I'll seem the fool I am not.Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO PHILO. Nay. my good lord. hear them. your dismission Is come from Caesar. Behold and see. or who knows If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent His pow'rful mandate to you: 'Do this or this. now bend. Antony Will be himself. but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure. the train. Enter a MESSENGER MESSENGER. and you shall see in him The triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool. CLEOPATRA. or else we damn thee. If it be love indeed. Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? Both? Call in the messengers. Antony. Nay. The messengers! ANTONY. Now for the love of Love and her soft hours. Enter ANTONY. now turn. Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast. Kingdoms are clay. new earth. Perchance? Nay. CLEOPATRA.

CHARMIAN. but foresee. CLEOPATRA'S palace Enter CHARMIAN.to chide. Fie. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. Is Caesar with Antonius priz'd so slight? PHILO. CHARMIAN. CHARMIAN. and companion me with my mistress. Vex not his prescience. CHARMIAN. give me good fortune. sometimes when he is not Antony. sweet Alexas. Then belike my children shall have no names. Let me have a child at fifty. Good now. Lord Alexas. Sir. Rest you happy! Exeunt SCENE II. be attentive. foresee me one. Wrinkles forbid! ALEXAS. Find me to marry me with Octavius Caesar. sir. to laugh. CHARMIAN. Good. who Thus speaks of him at Rome. my queen. then. O. ALEXAS. ANTONY. Exeunt ANTONY and CLEOPATRA. ALEXAS. you shall paint when you are old. CHARMIAN. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Soothsayer! SOOTHSAYER. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. but I will hope Of better deeds to-morrow. Enter ENOBARBUS ENOBARBUS. ALEXAS. No. excellent! I love long life better than figs. almost most absolute Alexas. Pray. Show him your hand. I am full sorry That he approves the common liar. Last night you did desire it.CLEOPATRA. Hear the ambassadors. Nay. Alexandria. CHARMIAN. that know things? SOOTHSAYER. CHARMIAN. wrangling queen! Whom everything becomes. No messenger but thine. You have seen and prov'd a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach. and a SOOTHSAYER CHARMIAN. Come. SOOTHSAYER. with the train DEMETRIUS. Hush! SOOTHSAYER. how many boys and wenches must I have? . DEMETRIUS. Bring in the banquet quickly. He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony. CHARMIAN. some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon. I make not. Is this the man? Is't you. which you say must charge his horns with garlands! ALEXAS. Speak not to us. Your will? CHARMIAN. SOOTHSAYER. where's the soothsayer that you prais'd so to th' Queen? O that I knew this husband. To weep. whose every passion fully strives To make itself in thee fair and admir'd. SOOTHSAYER. He means in flesh. SOOTHSAYER. IRAS. IRAS. and widow them all. wine enough Cleopatra's health to drink. to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage. In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read. most anything Alexas. sir. You shall be more beloving than beloved. and all alone To-night we'll wander through the streets and note The qualities of people. Prithee. hear him.

If every of your wishes had a womb. Prithee. if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold. No. sweet Isis. CHARMIAN. they would make themselves whores but they'ld do't! Enter CLEOPATRA ENOBARBUS. keep decorum.SOOTHSAYER. ANTONY. Here. Go with us. if you were but an inch of fortune better than I. Seek him. fiftyfold a cuckold! Good Isis. Whose better issue in the war from Italy Upon the first encounter drave them. Amen. CLEOPATRA. ALEXAS. and the time's state Made friends of them. Amen. ALEXAS. his fortune. tell Iras hers. But how. ENOBARBUS. Dear goddess. IRAS. if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication. Therefore. IRAS. But soon that war had end. My lord approaches. Go. ENOBARBUS. you cannot soothsay. You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. tell her but worky-day fortune. but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. the Queen. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? CHARMIAN. if nothing else. hear me this prayer. as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome man loose-wiv'd. Exeunt CLEOPATRA. CHARMIAN. fool! I forgive thee for a witch. let him marry a woman that cannot go. Mine. CHARMIAN. Was he not here? CHARMIAN. shall bedrunk to bed. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas. Madam? CLEOPATRA. Ay. and most of our fortunes. Hush! Here comes Antony. Where's Alexas? ALEXAS. Not he. Out. I beseech thee! And let her die too. Against my brother Lucius? MESSENGER. Nay.come. CLEOPATRA. SOOTHSAYER. CHARMIAN. Not in my husband's nose. No. IRAS. till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave. Well. lady. to-night. SOOTHSAYER. and the rest MESSENGER. Lo now. There's a palm presages chastity. you wild bedfellow. though thou deny me a matter of more weight. good Isis. Enter ANTONY. Nay. but how? Give me particulars. come. with a MESSENGER and attendants CLEOPATRA. IRAS. I cannot scratch mine ear. and bring him hither. I have said. his fortune! O. where would you choose it? IRAS. madam. CHARMIAN. so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded. and give him a worse! And let worse follow worse. at your service. CHARMIAN. Your fortunes are alike. Saw you my lord? ENOBARBUS. . We'll know all our fortunes. ALEXAS. and fortune him accordingly! CHARMIAN. jointing their force 'gainst Caesar. And fertile every wish. We will not look upon him. dear Isis. I beseech thee! IRAS. hear that prayer of the people! For. Enobarbus! ENOBARBUS. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. He was dispos'd to mirth. CLEOPATRA. a million.

I must be gone. Well. Why. sir? ANTONY. MESSENGER. Forbear me. 'Tis thus: Who tells me true. then we bring forth weeds When our quick minds lie still. if they suffer our departure. By revolution low'ring. These strong Egyptian fetters I must break. Ten thousand harms. What's your pleasure. Enter another MESSENGER with a letter What are you? SECOND MESSENGER. though between them and a great cause they should be esteemed nothing. We see how mortal an unkindness is to them. Where died she? SECOND MESSENGER. ANTONY. ENOBARBUS. let women die. I must from this enchanting queen break off. mince not the general tongue. Enobarbus! Re-enter ENOBARBUS ENOBARBUS. I have seen her die . Fulvia thy wife is dead. MESSENGER. Exit MESSENGER There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it. more than the ills I know. ANTONY. Antony. In Sicyon. From Sicyon.ANTONY. He stays upon your will. ANTONY. WhilstANTONY. The nature of bad news infects the teller. At your noble pleasure. O. thou wouldst say. Under a compelling occasion. It were pity to cast them away for nothing. On! Things that are past are done with me. ANTONY. The man from Sicyon. does become The opposite of itself. and our ills told us Is as our earing. though in his tale lie death.hath with his Parthian force Extended Asia from Euphrates. [Gives the letter] ANTONY. this bears. being gone. I must with haste from hence. then we kill all our women. I hear him as he flatter'd. catching but the least noise of this. Fare thee well awhile. Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase. Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome. dies instantly. the present pleasure. Her length of sickness. ho. How now. Exit ANTONY. ENOBARBUS.is there such an one? SECOND ATTENDANT. the news! Speak there! FIRST ATTENDANT. Speak to me home. Let him appear. O. my lord! ANTONY. LabienusThis is stiff news. and taunt my faults With such full licence as both truth and malice Have power to utter. with what else more serious Importeth thee to know. The hand could pluck her back that shov'd her on. what worst? MESSENGER. death's the word. MESSENGER. Cleopatra. My idleness doth hatch. She's good. His conquering banner shook from Syria To Lydia and to Ionia. What our contempts doth often hurl from us We wish it ours again. Or lose myself in dotage. When it concerns the fool or coward.

it shows to man the tailors of the earth. comforting therein that when old robes are worn out there are members to make new. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears. Dead. then had you indeed a cut. with more urgent touches. if it be. To such whose place is under us.twenty times upon far poorer moment. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him. Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Caesar. requires Our quick remove from hence. hath yet but life And not a serpent's poison. I shall break The cause of our expedience to the Queen. The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. and commands The empire of the sea. you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work. ENOBARBUS. For not alone The death of Fulvia. Sir? ANTONY. ANTONY. Exeunt SCENE III. ANTONY. No more light answers. give the gods a thankful sacrifice. sir. ENOBARBUS. O Sir. she hath such a celerity in dying. The sides o' th' world may danger. they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report. Fulvia is dead. Fulvia? ANTONY. which commits some loving act upon her. she makes a show'r of rain as well as Jove. Say our pleasure. and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. Higher than both in blood and life. I do think there is mettle in death. This grief is crown'd with consolation: your old smock brings forth a new petticoat. Why. This cannot be cunning in her. Do strongly speak to us. no! Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. especially that of Cleopatra's. and the case to be lamented. ANTONY. like the courser's hair. Alexandria. ENOBARBUS. And the business you have broach'd here cannot be without you. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. And get her leave to part. I shall do't. Alack. She is cunning past man's thought. Fulvia is dead. ENOBARBUS. Would I had never seen her! ENOBARBUS. who. but the letters to Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home. our slippery people. and ALEXAS . high in name and power. CLEOPATRA'S palace Enter CLEOPATRA. going on. IRAS. ANTONY. CHARMIAN. begin to throw Pompey the Great and all his dignities Upon his son. Whose love is never link'd to the deserver Till his deserts are past. ENOBARBUS. Much is breeding Which. stands up For the main soldier. If there were no more women but Fulvia. ANTONY. ENOBARBUS. which wholly depends on your abode. whose quality. sir. which not to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel.

Our Italy Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius . I shall fall. CLEOPATRA. never was there queen So mightily betray'd! Yet at the first I saw the treasons planted. I would I had thy inches. You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him. They are so still. In each thing give him way. I am sorry to give breathing to my purposeCLEOPATRA. The gods best knowCLEOPATRA. Hear me. It cannot be thus long. To be entangled with those mouth-made vows. CleopatraCLEOPATRA. lady! CLEOPATRA. none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven. What's the matter? CLEOPATRA. Now. Help me away.the way to lose him. Where is he? CHARMIAN. Say I am dancing. pray you seek no colour for your going. Then was the time for words. Though you in swearing shake the throned gods. Nay. methinks. who's with him. See where he is.CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. No going then! Eternity was in our lips and eyes. Pray you. but my full heart Remains in use with you. ANTONY. ANTONY. I did not see him since. Bliss in our brows' bent. Why should I think you can be mine and true. report That I am sudden sick. ANTONY. ANTONY. the sides of nature Will not sustain it. Would she had never given you leave to come! Let her not say 'tis I that keep you hereI have no power upon you. forbear. ANTONY. What says the married woman? You may go. if you did love him dearly. If you find him sad. ANTONY. cross him in nothing. Thou teachest like a fool. I am sick and sullen. But bid farewell. I wish. Or thou. Thou shouldst know There were a heart in Egypt. CLEOPATRA. I did not send you. dear Charmian. When you sued staying. Which break themselves in swearing! ANTONY. O. queen: The strong necessity of time commands Our services awhile. Madam. I know by that same eye there's some good news. Art turn'd the greatest liar. ANTONY. the greatest soldier of the world. Enter ANTONY But here comes Antony. In time we hate that which we often fear. Most sweet queenCLEOPATRA. Quick. hers you are. Exit ALEXAS CHARMIAN. if in mirth. CHARMIAN. Tempt him not so too far. CLEOPATRA. How now. what he does. and return. stand farther from me. What should I do I do not? CHARMIAN. my dearest queenCLEOPATRA. and go. Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness.

but be prepar'd to know The purposes I bear. She's dead. Are newly grown to love. My more particular. Charmian. Something it is I wouldO. Is Fulvia's death. play one scene Of excellent dissembling. Though age from folly could not give me freedom. whose numbers threaten. Sir. I am quickly ill and wellSo Antony loves. no more. and say the tears Belong to Egypt. At the last. come! But let it be. My precious queen. best. ANTONY. Good now. forbear. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject. See when and where she died. ANTONY.Makes his approaches to the port of Rome. CLEOPATRA. Then bid adieu to me. I prithee turn aside and weep for her. It does from childishness. ANTONY. ANTONY. my oblivion is a very Antony. I'll leave you. You can do better yet. Look here. Sir. Still he mends. I should take you For idleness itself. CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. Rich in his father's honour. servant. prithee. or cease. I see. And I am all forgotten! ANTONY. Equality of two domestic powers Breed scrupulous faction. which are. would purge By any desperate change. By the fire That quickens Nilus' slime. And that which most with you should safe my going. CLEOPATRA. Charmian. O most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill With sorrowful water? Now I see. by my swordCLEOPATRA. my Queen. grown to strength. and at thy sovereign leisure read The garboils she awak'd. Cut my lace. Quarrel no more.but that's not it. and let it look Like perfect honour. ANTONY. And target. one word. Courteous lord. you and I have lov'd. So Fulvia told me. But this is not the best. I go from hence Thy soldier. CLEOPATRA. Look. And give true evidence to his love. the hated. lady. grown sick of rest. In Fulvia's death how mine receiv'd shall be. making peace or war As thou affects. you and I must part.but there's not it. Now. CLEOPATRA. Can Fulvia die? ANTONY. . As you shall give th' advice. but this is meetly. How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. And quietness. which stands An honourable trial. You'll heat my blood. The condemn'd Pompey. That you know well. creeps apace Into the hearts of such as have not thrived Upon the present state.

It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate Our great competitor. Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly. And I. LEPIDUS. Pompey is strong at sea. Away! Exeunt SCENE IV. Here's more news. Lepidus. sir. . shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. CAESAR'S house Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR. hence fleeting. and every hour. reading a letter. and their train CAESAR. More fiery by night's blackness. MESSENGER. and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat. goes yet with me. If he fill'd His vacancy with his voluptuousness. nor the queen of Ptolemy More womanly than he. drinks. You may see. is not more manlike Than Cleopatra. I must not think there are Evils enow to darken all his goodness. Our separation so abides and flies That thou. hardly gave audience.'tis to be chid As we rate boys who. To give a kingdom for a mirth. Let's grant it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy. what he cannot change Than what he chooses. Let us go. CAESAR. Come. 'Tis sweating labour To bear such idleness so near the heart As Cleopatra this.CLEOPATRA. From Alexandria This is the news: he fishes. To reel the streets at noon. You shall find there A man who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. His faults. Rome. seem as the spots of heaven. But. or Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners. in him. Say this becomes himAs his composure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemish. Thy biddings have been done. You are too indulgent. and smooth success Be strew'd before your feet! ANTONY. Since my becomings kill me when they do not Eye well to you. Most noble Caesar. LEPIDUS. and henceforth know. Your honour calls you hence. hereditary Rather than purchas'd. Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones Call on him for't! But to confound such time That drums him from his sport and speaks as loud As his own state and ours. here remain with thee.yet must Antony No way excuse his foils when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave. Enter a MESSENGER LEPIDUS. and wastes The lamps of night in revel. residing here. Pawn their experience to their present pleasure. And so rebel to judgment. forgive me. And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword Sit laurel victory. being mature in knowledge.

lackeying the varying tide. the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't. and to that end Assemble we immediate council. MESSENGER. consuls. It hath been taught us from the primal state That he which is was wish'd until he were. On the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh. CAESAR. The barks of trees thou brows'd. CAESAR. To the ports The discontents repair. I knew it for my bond. 'Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i' th' field. Pompey Thrives in our idleness. Antony. Make the sea serve them. Though daintily brought up. Yea. Which some did die to look on. where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa. I shall beseech you. with patience more Than savages could suffer. No vessel can peep forth but 'tis as soon Taken as seen. and men's reports Give him much wrong'd. Farewell. and flush youth revolt. Farewell. whom thou fought'st against. Caesar. sir. And the ebb'd man. LEPIDUS. Leave thy lascivious wassails. I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Both what by sea and land I can be able To front this present time. for Pompey's name strikes more Than could his war resisted. CAESAR. my lord. ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love. Thou didst drink The stale of horses and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at. To-morrow. I should have known no less. Caesar. I bring thee word Menecrates and Menas. Many hot inroads They make in Italy. This common body. like the stag when snow the pasture sheets. Goes to and back. To let me be partaker. sir. at thy heel Did famine follow. Comes dear'd by being lack'd.And it appears he is belov'd of those That only have fear'd Caesar. Till which encounter It is my business too. Thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge. CAESAR. . LEPIDUS. What you shall know meantime Of stirs abroad. Exeunt SCENE V. And all thisIt wounds thine honour that I speak it nowWas borne so like a soldier that thy cheek So much as lank'd not. To rot itself with motion. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome. LEPIDUS. which they ear and wound With keels of every kind. famous pirates. Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream. When thou once Was beaten from Modena. CAESAR. 'Tis pity of him. Doubt not.

Indeed? MARDIAN. Not in deed. He kiss'd. When thou wast here above the ground. at whose foot. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? ALEXAS. Mine ear must pluck it thence. CLEOPATRA. What's your Highness' pleasure? CLEOPATRA. He's speaking now. Enter ALEXAS ALEXAS. Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse. CLEOPATRA. IRAS. His speech sticks in my heart. I trust. madam? CLEOPATRA. Not now to hear thee sing. to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely. for I can do nothing But what indeed is honest to be done. Charmian! CHARMIAN. That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away.the last of many doubled kissesThis orient pearl.' quoth he 'Say the firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster. 'Tis well for thee That. the arm And burgonet of men. Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?' For so he calls me. 'tis treason! CHARMIAN.Alexandria. CLEOPATRA. ALEXAS. Sovereign of Egypt. Thou. You think of him too much. CHARMIAN. . eunuch Mardian! MARDIAN. not so. And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar. I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms. thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Madam. hail! CLEOPATRA. CHARMIAN. Hast thou affections? MARDIAN. and think What Venus did with Mars. CLEOPATRA. gracious madam. CLEOPATRA. being unseminar'd. I take no pleasure In aught an eunuch has. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet. Why. Ha. All the East. CLEOPATRA'S palace Enter CLEOPATRA. 'Good friend. Think on me. coming from him. for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st? The demi-Atlas of this earth. horse. Yet have I fierce affections. There would he anchor his aspect and die With looking on his life. madam. O Charmian. and MARDIAN CLEOPATRA. that great med'cine hath With his tinct gilded thee. and great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow. Yes. That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black. O. ha! Give me to drink mandragora. Madam? CLEOPATRA. Last thing he did. I was A morsel for a monarch. To mend the petty present. CHARMIAN. dear Queen. Now I feed myself With most delicious poison.

He shall have every day a several greeting. my good Alexas. CLEOPATRA. away! Get me ink and paper. MENECRATES. Know. was he sad or merry? ALEXAS. But come. What.. And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. POMPEY'S house Enter POMPEY. Did I. The violence of either thee becomes. madam. Charmian. That what they do delay they not deny. cold in blood. 'tis the man.>> ACT II. Messina. Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony Shall die a beggar.' So he nodded. I will give thee bloody teeth If thou with Caesar paragon again My man of men. ignorant of ourselves. but between both. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. he was not merry. To say as I said then. INC. Who neigh'd so high that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him. but note him! He was not sad. O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry. If the great gods be just. MENECRATES. When I was green in judgment. CHARMIAN. SCENE I. Charmian. CLEOPATRA. twenty several messengers. So does it no man else. Welcome. We.Say thou. Or I'll unpeople Egypt. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. Note him. CLEOPATRA. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. good Charmian. shall call her mistress. worthy Pompey. The valiant Caesar! CLEOPATRA. Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy. My salad days. in warlike manner POMPEY. O that brave Caesar! CLEOPATRA. Like to the time o' th' year between the extremes Of hot and cold. Whiles we are suitors to their throne. I sing but after you. Ever love Caesar so? CHARMIAN. Ink and paper. they shall assist The deeds of justest men.' CHARMIAN. . O well-divided disposition! Note him. he was nor sad nor merry. Be chok'd with such another emphasis! Say 'the brave Antony. and MENAS. Why do you send so thick? CLEOPATRA. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. for he would shine on those That make their looks by his. Ay. decays The thing we sue for. By Isis. By your most gracious pardon. POMPEY. Met'st thou my posts? ALEXAS. MENECRATES.

This is most certain that I shall deliver: Mark Antony is every hour in Rome Expected. Nor either cares for him. POMPEY. POMPEY. Not mov'd by Antony. Where have you this? 'Tis false. and bind up The petty difference we yet not know. Mark Antony In Egypt sits at dinner. Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. Keep his brain fuming. soften thy wan'd lip! Let witchcraft join with beauty. I could have given less matter A better ear. The people love me. But let us rear The higher our opinion. Caesar and Lepidus Are in the field. Were't not that we stand up against them all. I did not think This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm For such a petty war. A mighty strength they carry. His brother warr'd upon him. . MENAS. Come. but he neither loves. His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar.Beg often our own harms. My powers are crescent. MENAS. For they have entertained cause enough To draw their swords. and the sea is mine. I know not. Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands Our lives upon to use our strongest hands. Menas. his soldiership Is twice the other twain. That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour Even till a Lethe'd dullnessEnter VARRIUS How now. Exeunt SCENE II. Caesar gets money where He loses hearts. I cannot hope Caesar and Antony shall well greet together. sir. Lepidus flatters both. He dreams. 'Twere pregnant they should square between themselves. How lesser enmities may give way to greater. POMPEY. But all the charms of love. so find we profit By losing of our prayers. Of both is flatter'd. Since he went from Egypt 'tis A space for farther travel. I think. POMPEY. and my auguring hope Says it will come to th' full. Menas. POMPEY. and will make No wars without doors. From Silvius. But how the fear of us May cement their divisions. Varrius! VARRIUS. Menas. Looking for Antony. MENAS. Salt Cleopatra. lust with both. I know they are in Rome together. Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts. although. that our stirring Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony. I shall do well. which the wise pow'rs Deny us for our good.

And shall become you well. Welcome to Rome. LEPIDUS. I learn you take things ill which are not so. The rather for I earnestly beseech. I would not shave't to-day. Or being. MAECENAS. we do commit Murder in healing wounds. Sit. then.Rome. I must be laugh'd at If. Caesar. and with you Chiefly i' the world. CAESAR. Ask Agrippa. Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms. and to fight. And yonder. Enter CAESAR. Maecenas. ENOBARBUS. I shall entreat him To answer like himself. 'Tis not a time For private stomaching. My being in Egypt. But pray you stir no embers up. Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard. Not if the small come first. more laugh'd at that I should Once name you derogately when to sound your name It not concern'd me. sir. Ventidius. ANTONY. if you there Did practise on my state. ENOBARBUS. ANTONY. When we debate Our trivial difference loud. If Caesar move him. Nor curstness grow to th' matter. Caesar. to Parthia. Yet. 'tis a worthy deed. But small to greater matters must give way. Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in't. Should say myself offended. No more than my residing here at Rome Might be to you in Egypt. If we compose well here. ANTONY. Here comes The noble Antony. That which combin'd us was most great. your being in Egypt . Hark. noble partners. Your speech is passion. I do not know. CAESAR. May it be gently heard. to entreat your captain To soft and gentle speech. LEPIDUS. CAESAR. Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS ENOBARBUS. Nay. What was't to you? CAESAR. and let not A leaner action rend us. LEPIDUS. [Flourish] CAESAR. ENOBARBUS. or for nothing or a little. CAESAR. Sit. Were we before our arinies. Let Antony look over Caesar's head And speak as loud as Mars. concern you not. I should do thus. ANTONY. By Jupiter. What's amiss. Noble friends. Good Enobarbus. LEPIDUS. [They sit] ANTONY. and AGRIPPA ANTONY. Thank you. Then. 'Tis spoken well. The house of LEPIDUS Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS LEPIDUS.

ANTONY. ENOBARBUS. you were the word of war. which you shall never Have tongue to charge me with. Then Three kings I had newly feasted. Let this fellow Be nothing of our strife. Caesar! ANTONY. I did inquire it. my brother never Did urge me in his act. I wrote to you When rioting in Alexandria. Sir. ANTONY. Supposing that I lack'd it.which not wanted Shrewdness of policy too. Lepidus. It must not be with this. but not such a wife. Your wife and brother Made wars upon me. which with a snaffle You may pace easy. No. He fell upon me ere admitted. Having alike your cause? Of this my letters Before did satisfy you. that the men might go to wars with the women! ANTONY. and did want Of what I was i' th' morning.practis'd? CAESAR. CAESAR.I grieving grant Did you too much disquiet. For that you must But say I could not help it. CAESAR. And make the wars alike against my stomach. her garboils. but next day I told him of myself. You praise yourself By laying defects of judgment to me. As matter whole you have not to make it with. which was as much As to have ask'd him pardon. How intend you. Caesar: The article of my oath- . CAESAR.Might be my question. Caesar. not so. Made out of her impatience. But on. I am certain on't. Not so. You do mistake your business. I know you could not lack. Would we had all such wives. ANTONY. LEPIDUS. If you'll patch a quarrel. And have my learning from some true reports That drew their swords with you. and with taunts Did gibe my missive out of audience. Out of our question wipe him. As for my wife. if we contend. I would you had her spirit in such another! The third o' th' world is yours. So much uncurbable. Did he not rather Discredit my authority with yours. The honour is sacred which he talks on now. and their contestation Was theme for you. Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars Which fronted mine own peace. let him speak. ANTONY. Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought. you Did pocket up my letters. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent By what did here befall me. Very necessity of this thought. Soft. You have broken The article of your oath. that I. but You patch'd up your excuses.

For which myself. Let me hear Agrippa further speak. nor my power Work without it. If Cleopatra heard you. Worthily spoken. Agrippa. Truth is. our conditions So diff'ring in their acts. Speak no more.your considerate stone! CAESAR. but The manner of his speech. rather. for't cannot be We shall remain in friendship. therefore speak no more. 'Tis noble spoken. when you hear no more words of Pompey. the ignorant motive. Caesar. Admir'd Octavia. Truths would be tales. I do not much dislike the matter. your reproof Were well deserv'd of rashness. Pardon what I have spoke. return it again. take Antony Octavia to his wife.CAESAR. you may. ENOBARBUS. CAESAR. Draw after her. To lend me arms and aid when I requir'd them. that Fulvia. . then. and to knit your hearts With an unslipping knot.to forget them quite Were to remember that the present need Speaks to atone you. Go to. Say not so. I'll play the penitent to you. I am not married. made wars here. do So far ask pardon as befits mine honour To stoop in such a case. Whose virtue and whose general graces speak That which none else can utter. whose beauty claims No worse a husband than the best of men. I would pursue it. And then when poisoned hours had bound me up From mine own knowledge. from edge to edge O' th' world. Caesar. ANTONY. but mine honesty Shall not make poor my greatness. Great Mark Antony Is now a widower. Yet if I knew What hoop should hold us stanch. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side. Her love to both Would each to other. and all loves to both. Or. ANTONY. Thou art a soldier only. ANTONY. To make you brothers. For 'tis a studied. Agrippa. AGRIPPA. You wrong this presence. That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. ENOBARBUS. which now seem great. MAECENAS. ENOBARBUS. You shall have time to wrangle in when you have nothing else to do. The which you both denied. if you borrow one another's love for the instant. And all great fears. Would then be nothing. To have me out of Egypt. Maecenas. To hold you in perpetual amity. Neglected. AGRIPPA. LEPIDUS. CAESAR. As nearly as I may. Where now half tales be truths. By this marriage All little jealousies. If it might please you to enforce no further The griefs between ye. Speak. Give me leave. not a present thought. LEPIDUS. AGRIPPA. ANTONY. which now import their dangers.

ANTONY. What is his strength by land? CAESAR. Happily. LEPIDUS. and never Fly off our loves again! LEPIDUS. Not sickness should detain me. ENOBARBUS. If I would say 'Agrippa. sir. Agrippa! AGRIPPA. Whither straight I'll lead you. ENOBARBUS. Of us must Pompey presently be sought. worthy Maecenas! My honourable friend. Welcome from Egypt. Noble Antony.' To make this good? CAESAR. that so fairly shows. I must thank him only. Great and increasing. but by sea He is an absolute master. About the Mount Misenum. be it so.By duty ruminated. ANTONY. Or else he seeks out us. ANTONY. Is this true? . ere we put ourselves in arms. and but twelve persons there. Ay. Not lack your company. With most gladness. So is the fame. LEPIDUS. The power of Caesar. Further this act of grace. Let her live To join our kingdoms and our hearts. Time calls upon's. Lepidus. we did sleep day out of countenance and made the night light with drinking. There is my hand. Lest my remembrance suffer ill report. At heel of that. [Flourish] Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS. defy him. Half the heart of Caesar. A sister I bequeath you. whom no brother Did ever love so dearly. sir. Let us. dispatch we The business we have talk'd of. And do invite you to my sister's view. and His power unto Octavia. ANTONY. CAESAR. MAECENAS. Will Caesar speak? CAESAR. We have cause to be glad that matters are so well digested. You stay'd well by't in Egypt. I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey. Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast. ANTONY. What power is in Agrippa. Yet. ANTONY. and from this hour The heart of brothers govern in our loves And sway our great designs! CAESAR. amen! ANTONY. Where lies he? CAESAR. Good Enobarbus! MAECENAS. Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand. MAECENAS MAECENAS. ANTONY. AGRIPPA. For he hath laid strange courtesies and great Of late upon me. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd With what is spoke already. May I never To this good purpose.

AGRIPPA. ENOBARBUS. I will tell you. Antony sent to her. O'erpicturing that Venus where we see The fancy out-work nature. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street. ENOBARBUS. So many mermaids. She's a most triumphant lady. There she appear'd indeed! Or my reporter devis'd well for her. having lost her breath. For her own person. That she did make defect perfection. AGRIPPA. And for his ordinary pays his heart For what his eyes eat only. but for vacancy. On each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys. He ploughed her. Upon her landing. Whom ne'er the word of 'No' woman heard speak. the oars were silver. Burn'd on the water. she spoke. Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too. goes to the feast. MAECENAS. Invited her to supper. The poop was beaten gold. Whistling to th' air. Rare Egyptian! ENOBARBUS. O. Enthron'd i' th' market-place. Our courteous Antony. AGRIPPA. ENOBARBUS. Purple the sails. And made a gap in nature. It beggar'd all description. She did lie In her pavilion. Her gentlewomen. ENOBARBUS. Never! He will not. At the helm A seeming mermaid steers. like the Nereides. The silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands That yarely frame the office. When she first met Mark Antony she purs'd up his heart. and she cropp'd.ENOBARBUS. AGRIPPA. We had much more monstrous matter of feast. MAECENAS. Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke. if report be square to her. breathless. . which. and made The water which they beat to follow faster. Which she entreated. like a burnish'd throne. which worthily deserved noting. Now Antony must leave her utterly. And made their bends adornings. whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. pow'r breathe forth. of tissue. With divers-colour'd fans. This was but as a fly by an eagle. tended her i' th' eyes. Being barber'd ten times o'er. and panted. rare for Antony! ENOBARBUS. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The barge she sat in. cloth-of-gold. and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. did sit alone. Royal wench! She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed. The city cast Her people out upon her. As amorous of their strokes. like smiling Cupids. And. and Antony. And. upon the river of Cydnus. She replied It should be better he became her guest. And what they undid did.

If you can. but near him thy angel Becomes a fear. OCTAVIA. I say again. no more but when to thee. I thank you. Read not my blemishes in the world's report. Good night. courageous. Now. but that to come Shall all be done by th' rule. Good night. Therefore Make space enough between you. He hath spoken true. Speak this no more. but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. sir. Where Caesar's is not. My Octavia. nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Exit SOOTHSAYER He shall to Parthia. Exeunt CAESAR and OCTAVIA Enter SOOTHSAYER ANTONY. All which time Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers To them for you. If beauty. you do wish yourself in Egypt? SOOTHSAYER. Say to Ventidius I would speak with him. Humbly. O Antony. he away. is Noble. Good night. OCTAVIA. Therefore. If thou dost play with him at any game. Would I had never come from thence. and of that natural luck He beats thee 'gainst the odds. And in our sports my better cunning faints . ANTONY. Exeunt SCENE III. But. that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. CAESAR. Caesar's. SOOTHSAYER. modesty. Thy daemon. make yourself my guest Whilst you abide here. ANTONY. sirrah. stay not by his side.Be it art or hap. SOOTHSAYER. high. Other women cloy The appetites they feed. have it not in my tongue. Rome. ANTONY. but yet hie you to Egypt again. ANTONY. thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him. dear lady. CAESAR'S house Enter ANTONY. I have not kept my square. ENOBARBUS. The world and my great office will sometimes Divide me from your bosom. nor you thither! ANTONY. To none but thee. CAESAR. sir. Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Say to me. can settle The heart of Antony.Age cannot wither her.your reason. Thou art sure to lose. I see it in my motion. AGRIPPA. Good night. Let us go.. 'tis noble. OCTAVIA between them ANTONY. wisdom. sir. Good Enobarbus. MAECENAS. that thy spirit which keeps thee. for vilest things Become themselves in her. Caesar's or mine? SOOTHSAYER. The very dice obey him. Get thee gone. unmatchable. as being o'erpow'r'd. Thy lustre thickens When he shines by. Whose fortunes shall rise higher.

And though I make this marriage for my peace. good success! LEPIDUS. Mark Antony Will e'en but kiss Octavia. at odds. Which will become you both. His cocks do win the battle still of mine. We shall. and that night I laugh'd him into patience. There. The music. come. Give me some music. and next morn. Alexandria. Farewell. Then put my tires and mantles on him.Under his chance. moody food Of us that trade in love. whilst . Charmian. CLEOPATRA. The actor may plead pardon. Sir. CLEOPATRA. MAECENAS. my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws. Follow me and receive't. My arm is sore. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd As with a woman. be at th' Mount Before you. Ventidius. I will to Egypt. Enter VENTIDIUS O. Let it alone! Let's to billiards. MAECENAS. I drunk him to his bed. Sir. Come. Your way is shorter. My music playing far off. That time? O times I laughed him out of patience.we'll to th' river. and we'll follow. CLEOPATRA. and ALEXAS CLEOPATRA. and AGRIPPA LEPIDUS. I'll none now. he speeds. And when good will is show'd. And say 'Ah ha! Y'are caught. AGRIPPA. LEPIDUS. I' th' East my pleasure lies. If we draw lots. farewell. inhoop'd. Trouble yourselves no further.music. Ere the ninth hour. CHARMIAN. You'll win two days upon me. I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes. ho! Enter MARDIAN the eunuch CLEOPATRA. and as I draw them up I'll think them every one an Antony. IRAS. LEPIDUS.' CHARMIAN. As I conceive the journey. CLEOPATRA'S palace Enter CLEOPATRA. Exeunt SCENE V. 'Twas merry when You wager'd on your angling. When it is all to nought. My purposes do draw me much about. sir? MARDIAN. Pray you hasten Your generals after. though't come too short. which he With fervency drew up. Exeunt SCENE IV. BOTH. you'll play with me. ALL. CHARMIAN. You must to Parthia. Give me mine angle. A street Enter LEPIDUS. best play with Mardian. Come. and his quails ever Beat mine. Your commission's ready. madam. Lepidus. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress. As well as I can. Rome. when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook.

thou say'st. sirrah.' It does allay The good precedence. Why. MESSENGER. madamCLEOPATRA. First. or not captive to him. But yet. And friends with Caesar. Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes. we use To say the dead are well. fie upon 'but yet'! 'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. patience. MESSENGER. Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear. and here My bluest veins to kiss. madam! No. If Antony Be free and healthful. Madam. he is well. but well and free. MESSENGER. Caesar and he are greater friends than ever. Will't please you hear me? CLEOPATRA. there is gold. I'll unhair thy head. Well said. Thou kill'st thy mistress.why so tart a favour To trumpet such good tidings? If not well. Not like a formal man. Enter a MESSENGER O! from Italy? Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears. CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. Or friends with Caesar. Th'art an honest man. Prithee. free. and hail Rich pearls upon thee. is well. if thou say Antony lives. I do not like 'but yet. Antony's dead! If thou say so. MESSENGER. [Strikes him] Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me. friend. Make thee a fortune from me. What say you? Hence. hear me. CLEOPATRA. But. he's well. thou say'st.I wore his sword Philippan. I am pale. there's more gold. MESSENGER. go to. Good madam. villain. He's bound unto Octavia. madam. mark. Good madam. That long time have been barren. madamCLEOPATRA. Bring it to that. MESSENGER. CLEOPATRA. MESSENGER. Yet. Madam. CLEOPATRA. Free. I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st.a hand that kings Have lipp'd. CLEOPATRA. He's friends with Caesar. . The good and bad together. For what good turn? MESSENGER. MESSENGER. CLEOPATRA. I will. Madam. But there's no goodness in thy face. he's married to Octavia. For the best turn i' th' bed. If thou so yield him. In state of health. MESSENGER. Well. CLEOPATRA. MESSENGER. The gold I give thee will I melt and pour Down thy ill-uttering throat. and. Charmian. I'll set thee in a shower of gold. I made no such report. and trembled kissing. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! [Strikes him down] MESSENGER.

Lie they upon thy hand. Rogue. CLEOPATRA. madam? CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. [Draws a knife] MESSENGER. Take no offence that I would not offend you. keep yourself within yourself: The man is innocent. He is married? MESSENGER. He is married? MESSENGER. What mean you. CLEOPATRA. Should I lie. In praising Antony I have disprais'd Caesar. CLEOPATRA.' MESSENGER. Enter the MESSENGER again Come hither. Good madam. patience. He's married to Octavia. I will not hurt him. Say 'tis not so. I that do bring the news made not the match. CLEOPATRA. to me Thou wouldst appear most ugly. that they strike A meaner than myself. but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. And make thy fortunes proud. O. Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again. then I'll run. since I myself Have given myself the cause. MESSENGER. MESSENGER. The gods confound thee! Dost thou hold there still? MESSENGER. He's married. Gracious madam. I crave your Highness' pardon. Smarting in ling'ring pickle. CHARMIAN. Nay. O. These hands do lack nobility. The blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage. MESSENGER. .[She hales him up and down] Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire and stew'd in brine. CLEOPATRA. Many times. Give to a gracious message An host of tongues. Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face. I will not bite him. I would thou didst. The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome Are all too dear for me. madam? I have made no fault. Good your Highness. madam. Call! CHARMIAN. He's married. Though it be honest. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worser than I do If thou again say 'Yes. madam. it is never good To bring bad news. And be undone by 'em! Exit MESSENGER CHARMIAN. He is afear'd to come. a province I will give thee. CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. that his fault should make a knave of thee That art not what th'art sure of! Get thee hence. To punish me for what you make me do Seems much unequal. Some innocents scape not the thunderbolt. CLEOPATRA. Exit CHARMIAN. And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. sir. thou hast liv'd too long. I have done my duty. So half my Egypt were submerg'd and made A cistern for scal'd snakes! Go. madam. Though I am mad. get thee hence.

But do not speak to me. Enter POMPEY and MENAS at one door. Having a son and friends. To drench the Capitol. [To MARDIAN] Bid you Alexas Bring me word how tall she is. I am paid for't now. There's the point. Which do not be entreated to. with drum and trumpet. Chief factors for the gods: I do not know Wherefore my father should revengers want. There saw you labouring for him. CharmianThough he be painted one way like a Gorgon.how you take The offers we have sent you. let him not leave out The colour of her hair. since Julius Caesar. at land thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee. Thou canst not fear us. MAECENAS. at another. with which I meant To scourge th' ingratitude that despiteful Rome Cast on my noble father. Lead me from hence. And we shall talk before we fight. good Alexas. We'll speak with thee at sea. Exit ALEXAS Let him for ever go. let us know If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword And carry back to Sicily much tall youth That else must perish here. Charmian. Brutus. CAESAR.let him not. at whose burden The anger'd ocean foams. Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted. With the arm'd rest. CAESAR. Most meet That first we come to words. courtiers of beauteous freedom. with thy sails. but weigh . and therefore have we Our written purposes before us sent. LEPIDUS. Bring me word quickly. POMPEY. bid him Report the feature of Octavia. I faint. ANTONY. The senators alone of this great world. To you all three. Her inclination. ANTONY. with soldiers marching POMPEY. CAESAR. AGRIPPA. her years. Lead me to my chamber. CAESAR. but that they would Have one man but a man? And that is it Hath made me rig my navy. Charmian! 'Tis no matter. Which if thou hast considered.CLEOPATRA. Exeunt SCENE VI. ANTONY. Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house. LEPIDUS. Pompey. POMPEY. Near Misenum Flourish.. Remain in't as thou mayst. Take your time. Be pleas'd to tell usFor this is from the present. ENOBARBUS. O Iras. What was't That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire? and what Made the all-honour'd honest Roman. Go to the fellow. At land.Pity me. Your hostages I have. The other way's a Mars. indeed. so have you mine. But since the cuckoo builds not for himself.

That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither. to have met you here. sir. LEPIDUS. No more of that! He did so. I have heard that Julius Caesar Grew fat with feasting there. For I have gained by't. And am well studied for a liberal thanks Which I do owe you. Lepidus. POMPEY. but Mark Antony Put me to some impatience. To part with unhack'd edges and bear back Our targes undinted. Let me have your hand. Pompey. And I have heard Apollodorus carriedENOBARBUS. Thus we are agreed. ANTONY. you must know. first or last. POMPEY. ALL.What it is worth embrac'd. To try a larger fortune. You have heard much. Pompey. for I perceive Four feasts are toward. POMPEY. your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. Know. ANTONY. That will I. ANTONY. I did not think. The beds i' th' East are soft. How far'st thou. POMPEY. sir. A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress. POMPEY. And what may follow. CAESAR. I know thee now. When Caesar and your brother were at blows. . and I must Rid all the sea of pirates. and thanks to you. And seal'd between us. I crave our composition may be written. Well. Since I saw you last There is a change upon you. take the lot. Sardinia. You have made me offer Of Sicily. this 'greed upon. I know not What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face. Antony. then. then to send Measures of wheat to Rome. POMPEY. I came before you here a man prepar'd To take this offer. But in my bosom shall she never come To make my heart her vassal. Well met here. We'll feast each other ere we part. CAESAR. I pray you? ENOBARBUS. CAESAR. But. I have heard it. That's the next to do. And well am like to do. POMPEY. Your mother came to Sicily and did find Her welcome friendly. Well. Though I lose The praise of it by telling. That's our offer. POMPEY. And fair words to them. ANTONY. No. and let's Draw lots who shall begin. What. I hope so. POMPEY. POMPEY. soldier? ENOBARBUS. Then so much have I heard. I have fair meanings. ANTONY. POMPEY.

sir. And you by land. MENAS. Antony will use his affection where it is. POMPEY. Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS and MENAS MENAS. MENAS. ENOBARBUS. I have seen thee fight.You and I have known. ENOBARBUS. lords? ALL. Show's the way. MENAS. whatsome'er their hands are. You have done well by water. If I were bound to divine of this unity. I think so too. [Aside] Thy father. MENAS. Pray ye. POMPEY. Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together. There I deny my land service. that which is the strength of their amity shall prove the immediate author of their variance. For my part. Not he that himself is not so. Let me shake thy hand. sir. he . ENOBARBUS. I think. We came hither to fight with you. Aboard my galley I invite you all. ENOBARBUS. But give me your hand. sure he cannot weep't back again. No slander: they steal hearts. ENOBARBUS. MENAS. MENAS. 'Tis true. He will to his Egyptian dish again. MENAS. I am sorry it is turn'd to a drinking. is he married to Cleopatra? ENOBARBUS. sir. Yes. Caesar' sister is call'd Octavia. I would not prophesy so.. MENAS. and. Sir. Y'have said. Enjoy thy plainness. MENAS. which is Mark Antony. sir. We look'd not for Mark Antony here. ENOBARBUS.POMPEY. cold. ENOBARBUS. Menas. At sea. sir. When I have envied thy behaviour. It nothing ill becomes thee. Who would not have his wife so? ENOBARBUS. ENOBARBUS. I Will praise any man that will praise me. then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar. Come. as I said before. I never hated thee. MENAS. ENOBARBUS. I never lov'd you much. ENOBARBUS. Will you lead. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune. Nor what I have done by water. But there is never a fair woman has a true face. something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea. she was the wife of Caius Marcellus. But you shall find the band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of a holy. and still conversation. Pray you. We have. ENOBARBUS. And you by land. ENOBARBUS. All men's faces are true. sir? ENOBARBUS. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. MENAS. though it cannot be denied what I have done by land. would ne'er have made this treaty. I think the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage than the love of the parties. here they might take two thieves kissing. True. but I ha' prais'd ye When you have well deserv'd ten times as much As I have said you did. Pompey. MENAS. if our eyes had authority. If he do. MENAS.

if dearth Or foison follow. but I'll ne'er out. off Misenum Music plays. as it ebbs. [Aside to MENAS] Say in mine ear. the least wind i' th' world will blow them down. The higher Nilus swells The more it promises. I shall take it. man. SECOND SERVANT. POMPEY. sir.married but his occasion here. ANTONY. so is your crocodile. SECOND SERVANT. Nay. MAECENAS. Come. with other CAPTAINS ANTONY. Enter CAESAR. Why. What manner o' thing is your crocodile? ANTONY. We have us'd our throats in Egypt. POMPEY. ENOBARBUS. which pitifully disaster the cheeks. let's away. and it is as broad as it . Lepidus is high-colour'd. reconciles them to his entreaty and himself to th' drink. ENOBARBUS. To be call'd into a huge sphere. ENOBARBUS. They have made him drink alms-drink. sir: they take the flow o' th' Nile By certain scales i' th' pyramid. LEPIDUS. like itself. or the mean. MENAS. he cries out 'No more!'. Ay. Exeunt ACT_2|SC_7 SCENE VII. FIRST SERVANT. And hear me speak a word. this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun. I have heard the Ptolemies' pyramises are very goodly things. As they pinch one another by the disposition. and not to be seen to move in't. I fear me you'll be in till then. A sennet sounded.and some wine! A health to Lepidus! LEPIDUS. [Aside to POMPEY] Pompey. MENAS. And thus it may be. FIRST SERVANT. FIRST SERVANT. they know By th' height. the lowness. SECOND SERVANT. ANTONY. [ Whispers in's ear ] Forbear me till anonThis wine for Lepidus! LEPIDUS. POMPEY. Some o' their plants are ill-rooted already. Lepidus. It is shap'd. I do beseech thee. will you aboard? I have a health for you. I am not so well as I should be. They are so. MENAS. I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service as a partizan I could not heave. LEPIDUS. Enter two or three SERVANTS with a banquet FIRST SERVANT. Sit. Here they'll be. are the holes where eyes should be. MENAS. what is't? MENAS. AGRIPPA. [To CAESAR] Thus do they. [Aside to POMPEY] Forsake thy seat. sir. Captain. certainly. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion. ANTONY. a word. LEPIDUS. the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain. Come. Without contradiction I have heard that. POMPEY. LEPIDUS. sir. Y'have strange serpents there. And shortly comes to harvest. Not till you have slept. On board POMPEY'S galley.

Thou art. Lepidus. But entertain it. Here's to thee. Thou must know 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour: Mine honour. these competitors. CAESAR.hath breadth. Pompey. POMPEY. POMPEY. ANTONY. fall to their throats. Desist. And when we are put off. [Aside to MENAS] I think th'art mad. the earthly Jove. These quicksands. this thou shouldst have done. Will this description satisfy him? ANTONY. ENOBARBUS. hang! Tell me of that! Away! Do as I bid you. and drink. MENAS. Wilt thou be lord of all the world? POMPEY. it transmigrates. What say'st thou? MENAS. MENAS. Rise from thy stool. What colour is it of? ANTONY. POMPEY. POMPEY. Whate'er the ocean pales or sky inclips Is thine. POMPEY. I'll pledge it for him. In me 'tis villainy: In thee't had been good service. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. Thou hast serv'd me with much faith. What's else to say?Be jolly. I should have found it afterwards well done. I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more. POMPEY. 'Tis so. Of it own colour too. and moves with it own organs. Bear him ashore. Let me cut the cable. MENAS. With the health that Pompey gives him. POMPEY. Being done unknown. Shall never find it more. if thou wilt ha't. [Aside] For this. How should that be? MENAS. Enobarbus. Show me which way.Where's this cup I call'd for? MENAS. ANTONY. if thou dar'st be. All there is thine. welcome! . sir.. Menas! MENAS. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice. No. LEPIDUS. POMPEY. And though you think me poor. Repent that e'er thy tongue Hath so betray'd thine act. Who seeks. and the elements once out of it. Pompey. Keep off them. But must condemn it now. hang. It lives by that which nourisheth it. 'Tis a strange serpent. and will not take when once 'tis offer'd. it is just so high as it is. else he is a very epicure. [Rises and walks aside] The matter? MENAS. Ah. Are in thy vessel. These three world-sharers. for you sink. LEPIDUS. it. Hast thou drunk well? MENAS. I have kept me from the cup. I am the man Will give thee all the world. And not have spoke on't. This health to Lepidus! ANTONY. [Aside to MENAS] Go. [Aside to POMPEY] If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me. lords. And the tears of it are wet.

I'll not on shore. [To ANTONY] Ha. POMPEY. good night. All take hands. That it might go on wheels! ENOBARBUS. But I had rather fast from all four days Than drink so much in one. Give's your hand. O Antony. Good Antony. And shall. The while I'll place you. Gentle lords. Good brother. [Pointing to the servant who carries off LEPIDUS] MENAS. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast. Make battery to our ears with the loud music. increase the reels. MENAS. Take heed you fall not. What needs more words? Good night. I could well forbear't. see'st not? MENAS. let's all take hands. Fill till the cup be hid. The third part. ANTONY. .POMPEY. Drink thou. good soldier. ANTONY. Would it were all. Come. your hand. Possess it. There's a strong fellow. I'll make answer. Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! In thy fats our cares be drown'd. Strong Enobarb Is weaker than the wine. No. thou monarch of the vine. ENOBARBUS. Let's ha't. POMPEY. ENOBARBUS. down into the boat. then. It ripens towards it. Come. then the boy shall sing. Come. CAESAR. ho! Here's to Caesar! CAESAR. You have my father's house. man. What would you more? Pompey. is drunk. With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd. Why? ENOBARBUS. our graver business Frowns at this levity. Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS and MENAS Menas. Cup us till the world go round! CAESAR. [Music plays. Menas. I'll try you on the shore. ENOBARBUS places them hand in hand] THE SONG Come. POMPEY. It's monstrous labour when I wash my brain And it grows fouler. and mine own tongue Splits what it speaks. sir. Be a child o' th' time. Let me request you off. The wild disguise hath almost Antick'd us all.but what? We are friends. 'A bears the third part of the world. let's part. to my cabin. ANTONY. Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense In soft and delicate Lethe. ENOBARBUS. MENAS. ENOBARBUS. my brave emperor! Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals And celebrate our drink? POMPEY. The holding every man shall bear as loud As his strong sides can volley. ANTONY. Strike the vessels. Cup us till the world go round. You see we have burnt our cheeks.

Ventidius. I have done enough. A lower place. CAESAR'S house . and ambition. Silius. Thy Pacorus. come. MENAS. spur through Media. Antony. Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm The fugitive Parthians follow. Noble Ventidius. as it were in triumph. and his well-paid ranks. VENTIDIUS. One of my place in Syria. there. There's my cap. we have effected.On. Hoo! says 'a. note well. A plain in Syria Enter VENTIDIUS. than person. Who does i' th' wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain. Sound and be hang'd. But 'twould offend him. pass along. Thou wilt write to Antony? VENTIDIUS. Hoo! Noble Captain. with his banners. with what haste The weight we must convey with's will permit. SILIUS. For quick accumulation of renown. that Without the which a soldier and his sword Grants scarce distinction. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_1 ACT III. art thou struck. He purposeth to Athens. sound out! [Sound a flourish. whither. May make too great an act. with drums] ENOBARBUS. Where is he now? VENTIDIUS. How. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_2 SCENE II. Orodes. with SILIUS and other Romans. and in his offence Should my performance perish. Now. his lieutenant.These drums! these trumpets. and the shelters whither The routed fly. The soldier's virtue. and now Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Make me revenger. OFFICERS and soldiers. Mesopotamia. We shall appear before him. rather makes choice of loss Than gain which darkens him. Silius: Better to leave undone than by our deed Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away. Which he achiev'd by th' minute. Sossius. for learn this. SILIUS. Pays this for Marcus Crassus. lost his favour. Thou hast. SCENE I. flutes! what! Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell To these great fellows. darting Parthia. SILIUS. Rome.. So thy grand captain. The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o' th' field. Caesar and Antony have ever won More in their officer. Bear the King's son's body Before our army. the dead body of PACORUS borne before him VENTIDIUS. I could do more to do Antonius good. That magical word of war. O Silius. Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and Put garlands on thy head. I'll humbly signify what in his name.

ENOBARBUS. ENOBARBUS. Spake you of Caesar? How! the nonpareil! AGRIPPA. and as my farthest band Shall pass on thy approof. are the brothers parted? ENOBARBUS. poets. Kneel down. ANTONY. AGRIPPA. But as for Caesar. CAESAR. and he their beetle. and wonder.Enter AGRIPPA at one door. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. and Lepidus. But he loves Caesar best. and OCTAVIA ANTONY. figures. he plied them both with excellent praises. Yet he loves Antony. You take from me a great part of myself. prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee. OCTAVIA. Sir. It is love's spring. Indeed. I'll tell you in your ear. look well to my husband's house. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. Sister. but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! ENOBARBUS. AGRIPPA. bards. ANTONY. O. Be cheerful. AGRIPPA.hoo!His love to Antony. Use me well in't. OCTAVIA. Most noble Antony. Would you praise Caesar. The elements be kind to thee and make Thy spirits all of comfort! Fare thee well. CAESAR. Enter CAESAR. cannot Think. nor can . as Menas says. if on both parts This be not cherish'd. ANTONY. Hoo! hearts. Caesar is sad. CAESAR. number. What. sing. cast. I have said. The April's in her eyes. They have dispatch'd with Pompey. Make me not offended In your distrust. O. is troubled With the green sickness. ENOBARBUS. What. Octavia? OCTAVIA. worthy soldier. Nay. Though you be therein curious. for better might we Have lov'd without this mean. and farewell. Since Pompey's feast. Her tongue will not obey her heart. They are his shards. fare thee well. say 'Caesar'. ANTONY. the least cause For what you seem to fear. My noble brother! ANTONY. Farewell. You shall not find.go no further. Octavia weeps To part from Rome. he is gone. write. my dearest sister. kneel down. scribes. Good fortune. Caesar? Why he's the Jupiter of men. ENOBARBUS at another AGRIPPA. tongues. ENOBARBUS. Both he loves. LEPIDUS. No further. sir. Antony! O thou Arabian bird! ENOBARBUS. noble Agrippa. And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part. And these the showers to bring it on. how he loves Caesar! AGRIPPA. [Trumpets within] SoThis is to horse. AGRIPPA. speak. andCAESAR. A very fine one. The other three are sealing. So the gods keep you. AGRIPPA. Let not the piece of virtue which is set Betwixt us as the cement of our love To keep it builded be the ram to batter The fortress of it. Adieu.

What willingly he did confound he wail'd. And give you to the gods. And neither way inclines. go to. ENOBARBUS. AGRIPPA. dread Queen. Half afeard to come. CLEOPATRA. Farewell! Trumpets sound. When Antony found Julius Caesar dead. Look. Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible. That's not so good. Enter the MESSENGER as before Come hither. I heard her speak: she is low-voic'd. and he wept When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. CLEOPATRA. being a man. No. be happy! LEPIDUS. CLEOPATRA. here I have you. Most gracious Majesty! CLEOPATRA. [Aside to AGRIPPA] That year. CHARMIAN. [Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for that. Go to.till I weep too. he was troubled with a rheum. Where is the fellow? ALEXAS. Believe't. sir. [Aside to ENOBARBUS] Why. MESSENGER. Come. [Aside to ENOBARBUS] He has a cloud in's face. Through whom I might command it? Come thou near. He cried almost to roaring. He cannot like her long. Good Majesty. [Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar weep? AGRIPPA. ANTONY. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! CAESAR. CAESAR. IRAS. ALEXAS. You shall hear from me still. That Herod's head I'll have. CLEOPATRA. farewell! [Kisses OCTAVIA] ANTONY. I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love. CLEOPATRA. Madam.the swan's down feather. But how. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_3 SCENE III. Alexandria. . Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you But when you are well pleas'd. and ALEXAS CLEOPATRA. Adieu. and saw her led Between her brother and Mark Antony. CHARMIAN. the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you. Where? MESSENGER. thus I let you go. ENOBARBUS. So is he. Is she as tall as me? MESSENGER. madam. Farewell. when Antony is gone. She is not. That stands upon the swell at the full of tide. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd or low? MESSENGER. sweet Octavia. CAESAR. ENOBARBUS. Didst thou behold Octavia? MESSENGER. Madam.Her heart inform her tongue. CLEOPATRA. come. CLEOPATRA'S palace Enter CLEOPATRA. sir. were he a horse. indeed. in Rome I look'd her in the face. Enobarbus. Ay.

I have one thing more to ask him yet. Her hair. not only thatThat were excusable. and her forehead As low as she would wish it. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill. Dull of tongue and dwarfish! What majesty is in her gait? Remember. and should know. But 'tis no matter. The fellow has good judgment. Her motion and her station are as one. that and thousands more Of semblable import. CLEOPATRA. This creature's no such thing.CLEOPATRA. Widow? Charmian. CLEOPATRA. cold and sickly He vented them. CHARMIAN. and read it To public ear. CLEOPATRA. Go make thee ready. Athens. he is so. I do perceive't. Nothing. And serving you so long! CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. madam. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_4 SCENE IV. CHARMIAN. MESSENGER. Nay. CLEOPATRA. And I do think she's thirty. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend. thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write. I repent me much That so I harried him. CLEOPATRA. Exeunt MESSENGER CHARMIAN. Octavia. nay. Round even to faultiness. He's very knowing. She creeps. too. For the most part. Our letters are prepar'd. CHARMIAN. CLEOPATRA. If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. Three in Egypt Cannot make better note. Why. CHARMIAN. A proper man. by him. There's nothing in her yet. MESSENGER. A statue than a breather. All may be well enough. Brown. There's gold for thee. Madam. Guess at her years. most narrow measure lent me. The man hath seen some majesty.but he hath wag'd New wars 'gainst Pompey. they are foolish that are so. CLEOPATRA. Charmian. he not took't. I warrant you. Is this certain? MESSENGER. Spoke scandy of me. I find thee Most fit for business. She shows a body rather than a life. Excellent. CHARMIAN. hark! MESSENGER. madam. When the best hint was given him. what colour? MESSENGER. I think so. good Charmian. She was a widow. when perforce he could not But pay me terms of honour. Indeed. . methinks. I prithee. CLEOPATRA. made his will. Bear'st thou her face in mind? Is't long or round? MESSENGER. madam. I will employ thee back again. Or I have no observance. ANTONY'S house Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA ANTONY.

They'll grind the one the other. Thanks to my lord. Make your soonest haste. no mid-way 'Twixt these extremes at all. sir. The good gods will mock me presently When I shall pray 'O. and spurns The rush that lies before him. Gentle Octavia. ENOBARBUS. for our faults Can never be so equal that your love Can equally move with them. More. If this division chance. ANTONY'S house Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS. bless my lord and husband!' Undo that prayer by crying out as loud 'O. ENOBARBUS. Where's Antony? EROS. Stomach not all. Let your best love draw to that point which seeks Best to preserve it. upon his own appeal. There's strange news come. Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. thou hast a pair of chaps. Praying for both parts. cries 'Fool Lepidus!' And threats the throat of that his officer That murd'red Pompey. seizes him. The Jove of power make me. till death enlarge his confine. But. Believe not all. bless my brother!' Husband win. I lose myself. and that slain men Should solder up the rift. Our great navy's rigg'd. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_5 SCENE V. or if you must believe. I'll raise the preparation of a war Shall stain your brother.no more. Athens. having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey. meeting ENOBARBUS. ne'er stood between. Choose your own company. Turn your displeasure that way. For Italy and Caesar. The meantime. So your desires are yours. When it appears to you where this begins. friend Eros! EROS. OCTAVIA. man? EROS. O my good lord. ANTONY. Provide your going.thus. Prays. accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey. as you requested. So the poor third is up. and not resting here.Or did it from his teeth. ANTONY. What. win brother. Domitius: My lord desires you presently. my news . Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave. would not let him partake in the glory of the action. Then. world. OCTAVIA. most weak. If I lose mine honour. This is old. better I were not yours Than yours so branchless. How now. He's walking in the garden. and command what cost Your heart has mind to. A more unhappy lady. And throw between them all the food thou hast. lady. Caesar. ENOBARBUS. EROS. Yourself shall go between's. What is the success? EROS. most weak. and destroys the prayer. presently denied him rivality. ENOBARBUS.

As 'tis reported. This in the public eye? CAESAR. so. and my lord! hail. Come. CAESAR. MAECENAS. and have now receiv'd His accusations. Bring me to Antony. Nor must not then be yielded to in this. on a tribunal silver'd. 'Tis done already. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_6 SCENE VI. Caesar. And did deserve his change. 'Twill be naught. Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold Were publicly enthron'd. She In th' habiliments of the goddess Isis That day appear'd. will their good thoughts call from him. Hail. and that. Rome. where they exercise. You have not call'd me so. . But let it be. For what I have conquer'd I grant him part.I might have told hereafter. AGRIPPA. Cilicia. and Armenia. The people knows it. AGRIPPA. Demand the like. sir. Parthia. Who. he frets That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be depos'd. unrestor'd. queasy with his insolence Already. Cyprus. Let Rome be thus Inform'd. and Phoenicia. Then does he say he lent me Some shipping. His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings: Great Media. at the feet sat Caesarion. he has done all this and more In Alexandria. CAESAR. and oft before gave audience. He'll never yield to that. AGRIPPA. Absolute queen. ENOBARBUS. but then. And all the unlawful issue that their lust Since then hath made between them. AGRIPPA. Lastly. that we detain All his revenue. EROS. to Ptolemy he assign'd Syria. most dear Caesar! CAESAR. MAECENAS. having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius spoil'd. Enter OCTAVIA. and. He gave to Alexander. this should be answer'd. Caesar. and MAECENAS CAESAR. Sir. I have told him Lepidus was grown too cruel. with her train OCTAVIA. nor have you cause. That ever I should call thee cast-away! OCTAVIA. Here's the manner of't: I' th' market-place. CAESAR. Who does he accuse? CAESAR. I' th' common show-place. That he his high authority abus'd. in his Armenia And other of his conquer'd kingdoms. whom they call my father's son. and messenger gone. Contemning Rome. we had not rated him His part o' th' isle. MAECENAS. Lydia. Unto her He gave the stablishment of Egypt. CAESAR'S house Enter CAESAR. made her Of lower Syria. being.

who now are levying The kings o' th' earth for war. Mithridates. the Thracian king. Rais'd by your populous troops. Longing for what it had not. Archelaus Of Cappadocia. I have eyes upon him. Herod of Jewry. Ay me most wretched. but did it On my free will. with More larger list of sceptres. Nothing more dear to me. Cheer your heart. my lord. Adallas. To do you justice. Which soon he granted. CAESAR. He hath given his empire Up to a whore. Philadelphos. king Of Comagene. You are abus'd Beyond the mark of thought. Polemon and Amyntas. which drives O'er your content these strong necessities. . Where is he now? OCTAVIA. Till we perceiv'd both how you were wrong led And we in negligent danger. Welcome to Rome. King of Pont. whereon I begg'd His pardon for return. Your letters did withhold our breaking forth. That does afflict each other! CAESAR. We should have met you By sea and land. and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach Long ere she did appear. The wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher. and the high gods. which left unshown Is often left unlov'd. No. To come thus was I not constrain'd. Good my lord. Hearing that you prepar'd for war. My lord. My lord. And his affairs come to me on the wind. That have my heart parted betwixt two friends. And ever welcome to us. supplying every stage With an augmented greeting. king Of Paphlagonia. in Athens. King Manchus of Arabia. the dust Should have ascended to the roof of heaven.CAESAR. AGRIPPA. Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him. But let determin'd things to destiny Hold unbewail'd their way. Best of comfort. OCTAVIA. The kings of Mede and Lycaonia. Nay. Welcome hither. acquainted My grieved ear withal. CAESAR. He hath assembled Bocchus. OCTAVIA. make their ministers Of us and those that love you. and expectation fainted. lady. and have prevented The ostentation of our love. my most wronged sister: Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. But you are come A market-maid to Rome. Be you not troubled with the time. Welcome. Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You come not Like Caesar's sister. CAESAR. Mark Antony. The trees by th' way Should have borne men. the king of Libya. Do not say so. OCTAVIA.

ANTONY. turns you off. Where Caesar fought with Pompey. And say'st it is not fit. Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars. ENOBARBUS. But these offers. we Will fight with him by sea. My dear'st sister! Exeunt ACT_3|SC_7 SCENE VII. Well. And take in Toryne?. CLEOPATRA. What should not then be spar'd. welcome. By sea! What else? CANIDIUS. He is already Traduc'd for levity. And. OCTAVIA. he shakes off. take from his brain. Speak not against it. Most certain. ENOBARBUS. Is it not strange. CLEOPATRA. Sink Rome. as the president of my kingdom. sir? CAESAR. Here comes the Emperor. Which might have well becom'd the best of men To taunt at slackness. A good rebuke. I will be even with thee. is it? CLEOPATRA. why. most large In his abominations. CLEOPATRA. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you.MAECENAS. Which serve not for his vantage. will Appear there for a man. That from Tarentum and Brundusium He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea. Canidius. CLEOPATRA. from's time. the mares would bear A soldier and his horse. and 'tis said in Rome That Photinus an eunuch and your maids Manage this war. And gives his potent regiment to a trull That noises it against us. and their tongues rot That speak against us! A charge we bear i' th' war. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony. ANTONY. . For that he dares us to't. [Aside] Well. sweet? CLEOPATRA. Take from his heart. Why will my lord do so? ANTONY. Enter ANTONY and CANIDIUS ENOBARBUS. dear madam. Sister. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight. I could reply: If we should serve with horse and mares together The horse were merely lost. Nay. ENOBARBUS. Is it so. I will not stay behind. CANIDIUS.You have heard on't. Welcome. But why. Ay. Pray you Be ever known to patience. is it. and to wage this battle at Pharsalia. I have done. Only th' adulterous Antony. doubt it not. Canidius. Is't not denounc'd against us? Why should not we Be there in person? ENOBARBUS. What is't you say? ENOBARBUS. Celerity is never more admir'd Than by the negligent. ANTONY'S camp near Actium Enter CLEOPATRA and ENOBARBUS CLEOPATRA.

worthy soldier? SOLDIER. But if we fail. Trust not to rotten planks.And so should you. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossibleStrange that his power should be. ANTONY. Well. CANIDIUS. you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land. Soldier. CANIDIUS. do you not? CANIDIUS. people Ingross'd by swift impress. Who's his lieutenant. And. yours heavy. Enter a MESSENGER Thy business? MESSENGER. quite forgo The way which promises assurance. hear you? . with the rest full-mann'd. my lord: he is descried. Marcus Octavius. But we keep whole by land. we Have us'd to conquer standing on the earth And fighting foot to foot. CLEOPATRA. While he was yet in Rome. SOLDIER. O noble Emperor. The news is true. ENOBARBUS. I have sixty sails. His power went out in such distractions as Beguil'd all spies. Exeunt ANTONY. Distract your army. thou art. Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land. and ENOBARBUS SOLDIER. We'll to our ship.away. but his whole action grows Not in the power on't. I'll fight at sea. No disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea. by sea. from th' head of Actium Beat th' approaching Caesar. reapers. And we are women's men. my Thetis! Enter a SOLDIER How now. ENOBARBUS. Your ships are not well mann'd. Caesar has taken Toryne. And our twelve thousand horse. In Caesar's fleet Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought. Your mariners are muleteers. Publicola. We then can do't at land. CLEOPATRA. do not fight by sea. ANTONY. leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge. which doth most consist Of war-mark'd footmen. Their ships are yare. So our leader's led. and Caelius are for sea. ANTONY. SOLDIER. I think I am i' th' right. Do you misdoubt This sword and these my wounds? Let th' Egyptians And the Phoenicians go a-ducking. Most worthy sir. You keep by land The legions and the horse whole. ANTONY. This speed of Caesar's Carries beyond belief. Canidius. Being prepar'd for land. Marcus Justeius. well. Away. By sea. By Hercules. Caesar none better. Our overplus of shipping will we burn. and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard From firm security. ANTONY.

Well I know the man. All the whole synod of them! ENOBARBUS. And so proceed accordingly. When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd. Enter a MESSENGER MESSENGER. naught. the other way. With news the time's with labour and throes forth Each minute some.SOLDIER. the Lieutenant of CAESAR. On our side like the token'd pestilence. To see't mine eyes are blasted. and TAURUS. Enter SCARUS SCARUS. Our fortune lies Upon this jump. Antony. The noble ruin of her magic. keep whole. Another part of the plain Enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS ANTONY.i' th' midst o' th' fight. A plain near Actium Enter CAESAR. Where death is sure. In eye of Caesar's battle. Taurus! TAURUS. with his army. Yon ribaudred nag of EgyptWhom leprosy o'ertake!. Another part of the plain CANIDIUS marcheth with his land army one way over the stage. fly and turn the rudder. like a cow in JuneHoists sails and flies. Gods and goddesses. My lord? CAESAR. Mine eyes did sicken at the sight and could not Endure a further view. Both as the same. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_10 SCENE X. That I beheld. the Egyptian admiral. Th' Antoniad. . Exeunt ACT_3|SC_8 SCENE VIII. They say one Taurus. Set we our squadrons on yon side o' th' hill. Strike not by land. we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces. The greater cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_9 SCENE IX. The Emperor calls Canidius. from which place We may the number of the ships behold. What's thy passion? SCARUS. provoke not battle Till we have done at sea. all naught! I can behold no longer. Naught. After their going in is heard the noise of a sea-fight Alarum. CANIDIUS. With all their sixty. Enter ENOBARBUS ENOBARBUS. SCARUS. She once being loof'd. How appears the fight? SCARUS. ENOBARBUS. Do not exceed The prescript of this scroll. CANIDIUS. ENOBARBUS. marching CAESAR. or rather ours the elderThe breese upon her.

I have fled myself. Therefore I pray you. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony. Alack. To the sea-side straight way. and they them For fear and doting. Had our general Been what he knew himself. ENOBARBUS. [Sits down] Enter CLEOPATRA. it had gone well. take that. Nor make replies of loathness. And sinks most lamentably. SCARUS. manhood. CANIDIUS. Nay. O. ALL. Friends. Ay. I'll see you by and by. to him! Comfort him. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath. be gone. Friends. I will possess you of that ship and treasure. and have instructed cowards To run and show their shoulders. most dear Queen. good night indeed. pray you now. flies after her. Pray you look not sad. ne'er before Did violate so itself. ENOBARBUS. be gone. 'Tis easy to't. CANIDIUS. for the white Reprove the brown for rashness. Fly. honour. you shall Have letters from me to some friends that will Sweep your way for you. like a doting mallard. Fly? Not we! ANTONY. gentle madam. do so. CLEOPATRA'S palace Enter ANTONY With attendants ANTONY. take it. take the hint Which my despair proclaims. My treasure's in the harbour. I pray. My very hairs do mutiny. Leave me. Experience. I follow'd that I blush to look upon. To Caesar will I render My legions and my horse. he has given example for our flight Most grossly by his own! ENOBARBUS. Friends. alack! Enter CANIDIUS CANIDIUS. It is asham'd to bear me. though my reason Sits in the wind against me. O. a little.Claps on his sea-wing. Do. . for indeed I have lost command. six kings already Show me the way of yielding. led by CHARMIAN and IRAS. are you thereabouts? Why then. I am so lated in the world that I Have lost my way for ever. I have a ship Laden with gold. Alexandria. I have myself resolv'd upon a course Which has no need of you. Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon't. EROS following EROS. And make your peace with Caesar. and. be gone. Leaving the fight in height. IRAS. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_11 SCENE XI. Let that be left Which leaves itself. divide it. come hither. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled. Nay. I never saw an action of such shame. and there I will attend What further comes.

dodge And palter in the shifts of lowness. See you here. whither hast thou led me. O! EROS. madam. O Juno! ANTONY. Fall not a tear. Most noble sir. would Obey it on all cause. Sir. my lord. my pardon! ANTONY. ANTONY. and 'twas I That the mad Brutus ended. ANTONY. my lord. O.no matter. I am full of lead. arise. I say. no. is 'a come back? Love. fie. who With half the bulk o' th' world play'd as I pleas'd. speak to him. Even this repays me. and no practice had In the brave squares of war. He at Philippi kept His sword e'en like a dancer. Do? Why. while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius. Within there. CLEOPATRA. I have offended reputationA most unnoble swerving. Madam. Pardon. and death will seize her but Your comfort makes the rescue. thou knew'st too well My heart was to thy rudder tied by th' strings. Yes. Sir. and our viands! Fortune knows We scorn her most when most she offers blows. O my lord. O'er my spirit Thy full supremacy thou knew'st. CLEOPATRA. He is unqualitied with very shame. Well then. sustain me. fie. and that My sword. sir! ANTONY. the Queen. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_12 . Let me sit down. Some wine. O good Empress! EROS. made weak by my affection. he alone Dealt on lieutenantry. Madam! IRAS. yes. no. CLEOPATRA. what else? CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA.CHARMIAN. ANTONY. Egypt? See How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back what I have left behind 'Stroy'd in dishonour. one of them rates All that is won and lost. fie! CHARMIAN. EROS. Her head's declin'd. And thou shouldst tow me after. Egypt. We sent our schoolmaster. Ah. Making and marring fortunes. pardon! ANTONY. Go to him. Give me a kiss. You did know How much you were my conqueror. EROS. Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought You would have followed. no. The Queen. the Queen! IRAS. Now I must To the young man send humble treaties. and that Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Command me. no. my lord. No. the Queen approaches. stand by! EROS. sir? ANTONY. Yet now. O. CLEOPATRA. O.

and IRAS CLEOPATRA. EUPHRONIUS. CAESAR. CLEOPATRA'S palace Enter CLEOPATRA.SCENE XII. Know you him? DOLABELLA. I was of late as petty to his ends As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf To his grand sea. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee. I shall. what she requires. From Antony win Cleopatra. Thyreus. which we Will answer as a law. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw. now 'tis time. CAESAR. Antony only. CAESAR'S camp in Egypt Enter CAESAR. The Queen Of audience nor desire shall fail. Exit EUPHRONIUS [To THYREUS] To try thy eloquence. THYREUS. EUPHRONIUS. This for him. Fortune pursue thee! CAESAR. Be't so. when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing. EUPHRONIUS. Cleopatra does confess thy greatness. CAESAR. Promise. Bring him through the bands. What though you fled . Caesar. but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestal. that would make his will Lord of his reason. and speak. and die. Such as I am. Now hazarded to thy grace. which not granted. Declare thine office. What shall we do. For Antony. with others CAESAR. He lessens his requests and to thee sues To let him breathe between the heavens and earth. DOLABELLA. I go. Next. Or take his life there. Caesar. Which had superfluous kings for messengers Not many moons gone by. offers. Women are not In their best fortunes strong. so she From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend. She shall not sue unheard. So to them both. I have no ears to his request. THYREUS. Is Antony or we in fault for this? ENOBARBUS. CHARMIAN. ENOBARBUS. CLEOPATRA. This if she perform. Exeunt ACT_3|SC_13 SCENE XIII. Caesar. Make thine own edict for thy pains. Try thy cunning. THYREUS. add more. and Requires to live in Egypt. And in our name. Submits her to thy might. Dispatch. Approach. A private man in Athens. Alexandria. Enobarbus? ENOBARBUS. From thine invention. Think. Ambassador from ANTONY CAESAR. 'tis his schoolmaster: An argument that he is pluck'd. And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves. Let him appear that's come from Antony. Enter EUPHRONIUS. AGRIPPA. and of thee craves The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs. I come from Antony.

So. His coin. sword against sword. That head. the full Caesar will Answer his emptiness! Caesar. CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. [Aside] Yes. ENOBARBUS. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly. like enough high-battled Caesar will Unstate his happiness. whose several ranges Frighted each other? Why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nick'd his captainship. haply. And answer me declin'd. and be stag'd to th' show Against a sworder! I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes. Ourselves alone. the Ambassador. with ANTONY ANTONY. Exit SERVANT ENOBARBUS. The Queen shall then have courtesy. He needs as many. thou hast subdu'd His judgment too. And earns a place i' th' story. And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. ANTONY. Ay. Follow me. May be a coward's whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child as soon As i' th' command of Caesar. CLEOPATRA. Admit him. Tell him he wears the rose Of youth upon him. THYREUS. Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS EUPHRONIUS. Knowing all measures. sir. I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart. he being The mered question.From that great face of war. A messenger from Caesar. To him again. no more ceremony? See. . peace. from which the world should note Something particular. my lord? ANTONY. 'Twas a shame no less Than was his loss. and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them. I'll write it. my lord. at such a point. Enter EUPHRONIUS. legions. To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head. Let her know't. Enter a SERVANT SERVANT. That he should dream. [Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square. Caesar's will? THYREUS. What. ANTONY. Hear it apart. Enter THYREUS CLEOPATRA. ships. Yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer. CLEOPATRA. None but friends: say boldly. are they friends to Antony. He says so. When half to half the world oppos'd. my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds. Is that his answer? EUPHRONIUS. so she Will yield us up. Prithee. EUPHRONIUS. to course your flying flags And leave his navy gazing. To suffer all alike. sir. as Caesar has.

Approach there. Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS ANTONY. O! THYREUS. Favours. Tell him I am prompt To lay my crown at 's feet. you know Whose he is we are. thou art so leaky That we must leave thee to thy sinking. Not as deserv'd. as constrained blemishes.. He is a god. ANTONY. So. Right royal! THYREUS. CLEOPATRA. If that the former dare but what it can. he Does pity. by Jove that thunders! What art thou. gods and devils! Authority melts from me. and that is Caesar's. When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in. for Thy dearest quit thee. Give me grace to lay My duty on your hand. The scars upon your honour. It much would please him That of his fortunes you should make a staff To lean upon. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love. Sir. thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats Not to consider in what case thou stand'st Further than he is Caesar. THYREUS. For us. Of late. but as you fear'd him. sir. As it rain'd kisses. fellow? THYREUS. What's your name? THYREUS. Say to great Caesar this: in deputation I kiss his conquring hand. and knows What is most right. No chance may shake it. Most kind messenger. Wisdom and fortune combating together. But conquer'd merely. Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place. THYREUS. therefore. CLEOPATRA. you kite!. One that but performs The bidding of the fullest man. kings would start forth . when I cried 'Ho!' Like boys unto a muss. ENOBARBUS. CLEOPATRA. But it would warm his spirits To hear from me you had left Antony. Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear The doom of Egypt. Shall I say to Caesar What you require of him? For he partly begs To be desir'd to give. The universal landlord. Go on. and worthiest To have command obey'd. our master Will leap to be his friend. 'Tis your noblest course. [Aside] You will be whipt. CLEOPATRA. Thus then. I will ask Antony. If Caesar please. Mine honour was not yielded.Or needs not us. CLEOPATRA. My name is Thyreus. ENOBARBUS. And put yourself under his shroud.Ah. [Aside] To be sure of that. Exit THYREUS. and there to kneel. Your Caesar's father oft. CLEOPATRA.Now.

fellows. Re-enter a SERVANT with THYREUS Is he whipt? SERVANT. THYMUS. Wherefore is this? ANTONY. ANTONY. Forborne the getting of a lawful race. And by a gem of women.And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am Antony yet. And whine aloud for mercy. this kingly seal And plighter of high hearts! O that I were Upon the hill of Basan to outroar The horned herd! For I have savage cause. Ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome. you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's. you have Luxuriously pick'd out. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher.the wise gods seel our eyes. Enter servants Take hence this Jack and whip him. Moon and stars! Whip him. let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter. and be thou sorry To follow Caesar in his triumph. Take him hence. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries That do acknowledge Caesar. should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here. your hand. Till like a boy you see him cringe his face. ANTONY. laugh at's while we strut To our confusion. Henceforth . In our own filth drop our clear judgments. Exeunt servants with THYREUS You were half blasted ere I knew you. is't come to this? ANTONY. Good my lordANTONY. O. my lord. for I am sure. besides what hotter hours. Though you can guess what temperance should be. Being whipt. And to proclaim it civilly were like A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank For being yare about him. ANTONY. But when we in our viciousness grow hardO misery on't!. You know not what it is. Tug him away. Mark AntonyANTONY. since Thou hast been whipt for following him. CLEOPATRA. You have been a boggler ever. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp Than with an old one dying. to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders? CLEOPATRA. Nay. If that thy father live. ENOBARBUS. And say 'God quit you!' be familiar with My playfellow. He did ask favour.what's her name Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him. Bring him again: the Jack of Caesar's shall Bear us an errand to him. To let a fellow that will take rewards. make us Adore our errors. CLEOPATRA. Unregist'red in vulgar fame. Soundly. Cried he? and begg'd 'a pardon? SERVANT.

If he mislike My speech and what is done. He makes me angry. And at this time most easy 'tis to do't. to quit me.The white hand of a lady fever thee! Shake thou to look on't. and the first stone Drop in my neck. Have you done yet? ANTONY. Get thee back to Caesar. Come. Let's have one other gaudy night. dear. I am satisfied. Our force by land Hath nobly held. my heart? Dost thou hear. if I be so. whom He may at pleasure whip or hang or torture. Exit THYREUS CLEOPATRA. our terrene moon Is now eclips'd. And send to darkness all that stop me. . and fleet. CLEOPATRA. breath'd. By the discandying of this pelleted storm. our sever'd navy to Have knit again. but now I'll set my teeth. Where hast thou been. tell him he has Hipparchus. Hence with thy stripes. CLEOPATRA. For when mine hours Were nice and lucky. Cold-hearted toward me? CLEOPATRA. To flatter Caesar. Alack. There's hope in't yet. that were my former guides. Urge it thou. From my cold heart let heaven engender hail. I and my sword will earn our chronicle. I must stay his time. hearted. fill our bowls once more. And poison it in the source. I will appear in blood. threat'ning most sea-like. ANTONY. harping on what I am. Let's mock the midnight bell. so Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite! Till by degrees the memory of my womb. Tell him thy entertainment. I will be treble-sinew'd. as it determines. Caesar sits down in Alexandria. Lie graveless. for he seems Proud and disdainful. Ah. but since my lord Is Antony again. I will be Cleopatra. lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips. CLEOPATRA. Have empty left their orbs and shot their fires Into th' abysm of hell. and it portends alone The fall of Antony. Not know me yet? ANTONY. would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? CLEOPATRA. look thou say He makes me angry with him. Together with my brave Egyptians all. men did ransom lives Of me for jests. Not what he knew I was. where I will oppose his fate. That's my brave lord! ANTONY. As he shall like. It is my birthday. till the flies and gnats of Nile Have buried them for prey. When my good stars. I had thought t'have held it poor. And fight maliciously. be gone. Call to me All my sad captains. ANTONY. my enfranched bondman.

I will seek Some way to leave him. No. Now he'll outstare the lightning. ANTONY. Caesar must think When one so great begins to rage. dares me to personal combat. soldier. And they have earn'd the waste. and cry 'Take all. SCENE I.' ANTONY. AGRIPPA. And feast the army. Come on. CAESAR. By sea and land I'll fight. Exit ACT_4|SC_1 ACT IV. See it done. Call forth my household servants. he's hunted Even to falling. Let the old ruffian know I have many other ways to die. Why should he not? ENOBARBUS. ANTONY. and MAECENAS. come on. IRAS.ANTONY. CAESAR'S camp before Alexandria Enter CAESAR. CLEOPATRA's palace Enter ANTONY. Or I will live. Alexandria. Well said. Caesar to Antony. CAESAR reading a letter CAESAR. CLEOPATRA. ENOBARBUS. and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars. He will not fight with me. My messenger He hath whipt with rods. Give him no breath. let's to-night Be bounteous at our meal. To be furious Is to be frighted out of fear. Poor Antony! Exeunt ACT_4|SC_2 SCENE II. He calls me boy. CHARMIAN. The next time I do fight I'll make death love me. Call all his noble captains to my lord. for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. Woo't thou fight well? ENOBARBUS. When valour preys on reason. Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS ENOBARBUS. It eats the sword it fights with. MAECENAS. with others ANTONY. CLEOPATRA. Never anger Made good guard for itself. Enter three or four servitors . ALEXAS. There's sap in't yet. meantime Laugh at his challenge. Within our files there are Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late Enough to fetch him in. I'll strike. and I see still A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart. Do so. Or bathe my dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again. being twenty times of better fortune. my queen. and chides as he had power To beat me out of Egypt. He thinks. We will yet do well. we have store to do't. Let our best heads Know that to-morrow the last of many battles We mean to fight. Domitius? ENOBARBUS. ANTONY. with his army. He is twenty men to one. but now Make boot of his distraction. and in that mood The dove will peck the estridge. we'll speak to them. To-morrow.

but. Tend me to-night two hours. Thou has been rightly honest. and thou. Nothing. May be it is the period of your duty. And I. Ho. [They meet other soldiers] SECOND SOLDIER. Brother. You take me in too dolorous a sense. or if. So hast thou. And drown consideration. good night. You have serv'd me well. Belike 'tis but a rumour. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? FIRST SOLDIER. CLEOPATRA. Alexandria. my hearts. stay till death. sir. Good night to you. ho. I hope well of to-morrow. that I might do you service So good as you have done. FIRST SOLDIER. Know. Before CLEOPATRA's palace Enter a company of soldiers FIRST SOLDIER. my good fellows. Haply you shall not see me more. Perchance to-morrow You'll serve another master. and will lead you Where rather I'll expect victorious life Than death and honour. Well. To-morrow is the day. For shame! Transform us not to women. I ask no more. Scant not my cups. [Aside to ENOBARBUS] What means this? ENOBARBUS.Give me thy hand. SECOND SOLDIER. come. sir. wait on me to-night. And suffer'd my command. am onion-ey'd. Well. What mean you. [Aside to CLEOPATRA] 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots Out of the mind. The gods forbid! ANTONY. did desire you To burn this night with torches. and thou. I turn you not away. Fare you well. Tend me to-night. have careful watch. like a master Married to your good service. Mine honest friends. [Aside to CLEOPATRA] To make his followers weep. I wish I could be made so many men. they weep. Soldiers. I look on you As one that takes his leave. Thou. For I spake to you for your comfort. ho! Now the witch take me if I meant it thus! Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends. It will determine one way. ANTONY. CLEOPATRA. [Aside to ENOBARBUS] What does he mean? ENOBARBUS. ANTONY. . good night. SERVANT. To give them this discomfort? Look. Let's to supper. And all of you clapp'd up together in An Antony. and make as much of me As when mine empire was your fellow too. ANTONY. What news? SECOND SOLDIER. And kings have been your fellows. A mangled shadow. an ass. And thou art honest too. Exeunt ACT_4|SC_3 SCENE III. And the gods yield you for't! ENOBARBUS.

put mine iron on. SOLDIERS. THIRD SOLDIER. does it not? FOURTH SOLDIER. masters? Do you hear? FIRST SOLDIER. mine armour. IRAS. till we do please To daff't for our repose. THIRD SOLDIER. Do you hear. let be! Thou art The armourer of my heart. let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do. List. Sooth. Eros. And full of purpose. I'll help too. What's this for? ANTONY. Nay. good night. Seest thou. [Speaking together] How now! How now! Do you hear this? FIRST SOLDIER. Eros! mine armour. I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up. let be. Content. rarely! He that unbuckles this. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter. We shall thrive now. Music i' th' air. 'Tis the god Hercules. If fortune be not ours to-day. [Music of the hautboys is under the stage] SECOND SOLDIER. It signs well. Is not this buckled well? ANTONY. Peace. Well. I say! What should this mean? SECOND SOLDIER. it is Because we brave her. this. Eros! Enter EROS with armour Come. ANTONY. what noise? THIRD SOLDIER. is't not strange? THIRD SOLDIER. Thus it must be. Now leaves him. 'Tis a brave army. And you. EROS. Rarely. masters! SOLDIERS. No. la. Ah. Alexandria. my good fellow? Go put on thy defences. False. CHARMIAN. Walk. Good night. Hark! THIRD SOLDIER. THIRD SOLDIER. Ay. ANTONY. And if to-morrow Our navy thrive. CLEOPATRA's palace Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA. with others ANTONY. I'll help. CLEOPATRA. Under the earth. this. list! SECOND SOLDIER. Eros! Come. THIRD SOLDIER. Briefly.FIRST SOLDIER. Let's see how it will give off. and my queen's a squire . whom Antony lov'd. Eros! CLEOPATRA. No. Here we. Sleep a little. SECOND SOLDIER. my chuck. Come. How now. CLEOPATRA. shall hear a storm. well. good fellow. false. [The two companies separate and place themselves in every corner of the stage] SECOND SOLDIER. CLEOPATRA. Exeunt ACT_4|SC_4 SCENE IV. Thou fumblest. FOURTH SOLDIER. sir. Peace. 'Tis strange.

The kings that have revolted. Who's gone this morning? SOLDIER. sir. ANTONY. General. Rebukeable. Dispatch.More tight at this than thou. This morning. have on their riveted trim. SOLDIER. a SOLDIER meeting them SOLDIER. Adieu. Follow me close. Come. Early though't be. To business that we love we rise betime. And go to't with delight. A thousand. Well. This way. That thou couldst see my wars to-day. This is a soldier's kiss. I'll leave thee Now like a man of steel. Fare thee well. Well said. You that will fight. Alexandria. General. . to stand On more mechanic compliment. That he and Caesar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then. ALL. EROS. Call for Enobarbus. would have still Followed thy heels. Sir. [Shout. Welcome. Is he gone? SOLDIER. his chests and treasure He has not with him. Enter ANTONY and EROS. ANTONY. like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note. Hadst thou done so. and knew'st The royal occupation! Thou shouldst see A workman in't. Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge. I'll bring you to't. 'Tis well blown. Who? One ever near thee. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! ANTONY. Good morrow. And worthy shameful check it were. The morn is fair. O love. He shall not hear thee. and the soldier That has this morning left thee. He goes forth gallantly.' ANTONY. Lead me.but now. Sir. Enter an armed SOLDIER Good-morrow to thee. Antony. Exeunt ANTONY. CAPTAINS and soldiers CHARMIAN. ANTONY'S camp Trumpets sound. Good morrow. whate'er becomes of me. He is with Caesar. Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd To make me fight at land! SOLDIER. ANTONY. And at the port expect you. EROS. give me that. Most certain. So. so. Exeunt ACT_4|SC_5 SCENE V. Please you retire to your chamber? CLEOPATRA. dame. lads. or from Caesar's camp Say 'I am none of thine. What say'st thou? SOLDIER. Flourish of trumpets within] Enter CAPTAINS and soldiers CAPTAIN. on. begins betimes.

Of which I do accuse myself so sorely That I will joy no more. Enobarbus. and begin the fight. For this pains Casaer hath hang'd him. Mock not. CAESAR. Our will is Antony be took alive. With DOLABELLA and ENOBARBUS CAESAR. Your emperor Continues still a Jove. Enter A MESSENGER MESSENGER. Go forth. Canidius and the rest That fell away have entertainment. Enobarbus! Exeunt ACT_4|SC_6 SCENE VI. Go charge Agrippa Plant those that have revolted in the vant. I am alone the villain of the earth.gentle adieus and greetings. AGRIPPA. Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS ENOBARBUS. Eros. and at thy tent is now Unloading of his mules. I fight against thee? No! I will go seek Some ditch wherein to die. I shall. Best you saf'd the bringer Out of the host. a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought. Exit . If swift thought break it not. Enter a SOLDIER of CAESAR'S SOLDIER. O Antony. Enter AGRIPPA. Antony Is come into the field. Or would have done't myself. I feel. Exit ENOBARBUS. CAESAR'S camp Flourish. Alexandria. there did dissuade Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar And leave his master Antony. O. Agrippa. Antony Hath after thee sent all thy treasure. I charge thee. when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart. Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a master. Write to himI will subscribe.ANTONY. Detain no jot. I tell you true. That Antony may seem to spend his fury Upon himself. Go. how wouldst thou have paid My better service. the foul'st best fits My latter part of life. Enobarbus. I have done ill. do it. CAESAR. Exit CAESAR. Caesar. The time of universal peace is near. the three-nook'd world Shall bear the olive freely. Alexas did revolt and went to Jewry on Affairs of Antony. Make it so known. my fortunes have Corrupted honest men! Dispatch. Prove this a prosp'rous day. And feel I am so most. with His bounty overplus. ENOBARBUS. but thought will do't. I must attend mine office. send his treasure after. but No honourable trust. Thou mine of bounty. I give it you. The messenger Came on my guard. SOLDIER.

com'st thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught? ANTONY. and our oppression Exceeds what we expected. and there Ride on the pants triumphing.ACT_4|SC_7 SCENE VII. ANTONY. as we take hares. Enter CLEOPATRA. again in a march. clip your wives. Field of battle between the camps Alarum. Mine nightingale. sir. this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first. attire and all. and SCARUS wounded SCARUS. Retire. I'll halt after. behind. Exeunt ACT_4|SC_8 SCENE VIII. SCARUS. Enter the city. SCARUS. ANTONY. I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort. attended [To SCARUS] Give me thy handTo this great fairy I'll commend thy acts. To-morrow. Under the walls of Alexandria Alarum. Drums and trumpets. We have engag'd ourselves too far. and tenfold For thy good valour. We'll beat'em into bench-holes. For doughty-handed are you. O my brave Emperor. Enter EROS EROS. SCARUS with others ANTONY. SCARUS. your friends. and have fought Not as you serv'd the cause. we'll spill the blood That has to-day escap'd. Caesar himself has work. We have beat him to his camp. CLEOPATRA. you have shown all Hectors. We have beat them to their beds. Enter ANTONY. Before the sun shall see's. Make her thanks bless thee. Let us score their backs And snatch 'em up. What. They do retire. They are beaten. Enter AGRIPPA and others AGRIPPA. I thank you all. whilst they with joyful tears Wash the congealment from your wounds and kiss The honour'd gashes whole. and our advantage serves For a fair victory. I have yet Room for six scotches more. but as't had been Each man's like mine. Through proof of harness to my heart. SCARUS. I had a wound here that was like a T. 'Tis sport to maul a runner. O thou day o' th' world. Chain mine arm'd neck. But now 'tis made an H. girl! though grey . Run one before And let the Queen know of our gests. ANTONY. Come thee on. Enter ANTONY. Thou bleed'st apace. Leap thou. we had droven them home With clouts about their heads. Tell them your feats. Exeunt Alarums. Lord of lords! O infinite virtue.

With brazen din blast you the city's ear. Let's hear him. nightSECOND WATCH. If we be not reliev'd within this hour. When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory. Which. CENTURION. This last day was A shrewd one to's. Let's speak to him. Enobarbus? SECOND WATCH. Be witness to me. ENOBARBUS. Nobler than my revolt is infamous. O. ENOBARBUS. ANTONY. poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent! CENTURION. The night Is shiny. my warrior. . it was a king's. Which promises royal peril. And finish all foul thoughts. Commend unto his lips thy favouring handKiss it. Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault. Peace! Hark further. FIRST WATCH. O thou blessed moon.Do something mingle with our younger brown. Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host. That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together Applauding our approach.he hath fought to-day As if a god in hate of mankind had Destroyed in such a shape. bear me witness. ENOBARBUS. May hang no longer on me. CLEOPATRA. He has deserv'd it. I'll give thee. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy. The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me. Exeunt ACT_4|SC_9 SCENE IX. ENOBARBUS follows CENTURION. Trumpeters. Give me thy hand. Behold this man. That life. will break to powder. a very rebel to my will. But let the world rank me in register A master-leaver and a fugitive! O Antony! O Antony! [Dies] FIRST WATCH. And drink carouses to the next day's fate. Make mingle with our rattling tabourines. What man is this? FIRST WATCH. and they say we shall embattle By th' second hour i' th' morn. friend. Stand close and list him. Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them. We must return to th' court of guard. and can Get goal for goal of youth. CAESAR'S camp Enter a CENTURION and his company. An armour all of gold. Through Alexandria make a jolly march. O Antony. we all would sup together. yet ha' we A brain that nourishes our nerves. were it carbuncled Like holy Phoebus' car. being dried with grief. for the things he speaks May concern Caesar. Forgive me in thine own particular.

Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou . sir? CENTURION. with their army ANTONY. we will be still by land. my lord. Between the two camps Enter ANTONY and SCARUS. Where yond pine does stand I shall discover all. and by starts His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear Of what he has and has not. Their preparation is to-day by sea. and yonder They cast their caps up and carouse together Like friends long lost. for his best force Is forth to man his galleys. But being charg'd. And dare not speak their knowledge. Exeunt ACT_4|SC_11 SCENE XI. FIRST WATCH. as I take't. Let's do so. Exeunt with the body ACT_4|SC_10 SCENE X. I would they'd fight i' th' fire or i' th' air.SECOND WATCH. Swoons rather. Let us bear him To th' court of guard. Exeunt ACT_4|SC_12 SCENE XII. sir. FIRST WATCH. he is of note. To the vales. Yet they are not join'd. they cannot tell. Which. [Drums afar off ] Hark! the drums Demurely wake the sleepers. SCARUS. Between the camps Enter CAESAR and his army CAESAR. [Alarum afar off. Our hour Is fully out. Go we to him. as at a sea-fight] Re-enter ANTONY ANTONY. A hill near Alexandria Enter ANTONY and SCARUS ANTONY. we shall. our foot Upon the hills adjoining to the city Shall stay with us. SECOND WATCH. The augurers Say they know not.Order for sea is given. speak to us. ANTONY. for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep. We'd fight there too. Awake. My fleet hath yielded to the foe. But this it is. But he sleeps. Exit SCARUS. The hand of death hath raught him. Come on. For both. CENTURION. He may recover yet. We please them not by land. Swallows have built In Cleopatra's sails their nests. They have put forth the havenWhere their appointment we may best discover And look on their endeavour. then. awake. All is lost! This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me. look grimly. SECOND WATCH. Hear you. I'll bring thee word Straight how 'tis like to go. And hold our best advantage. Antony Is valiant and dejected.

but better 'twere Thou fell'st into my fury. to whom I gave Their wishes. CHARMIAN. Mardian. ho! Exit ACT_4|SC_13 SCENE XIII. To th'monument! There lock yourself. thou spell! Avaunt! CLEOPATRA. he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield. ho! The shirt of Nessus is upon me. go tell him I have slain myself. I have done all. Hence. To th' monument! Exeunt . Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' th' moon.Hast sold me to this novice. Whose bosom was my crownet. begone. Eros! Enter CLEOPATRA Ah. or I shall give thee thy deserving And blemish Caesar's triumph. thy uprise shall I see no more! Fortune and Antony part here. and MARDIAN CLEOPATRA. CHARMIAN. CLEOPATRA. thy rage. teach me. And with those hands that grasp'd the heaviest club Subdue my worthiest self. thou mine ancestor. Exit SCARUS O sun. Eros. piteously. be shown For poor'st diminutives. CLEOPATRA's palace Enter CLEOPATRA. my chief endLike a right gypsy hath at fast and loose Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss. O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charmWhose eye beck'd forth my wars and call'd them home. Exit CLEOPATRA 'Tis well th'art gone. Eros. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? ANTONY. For when I am reveng'd upon my charm. IRAS. prithee. and this pine is bark'd That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am. and send him word you are dead. The witch shall die. most monster-like. Alcides. The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off. What. Let him take thee And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians. and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails. All come to this? The hearts That spaniel'd me at heels. Say that the last I spoke was 'Antony' And word it. my women. Follow his chariot. melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar. do discandy. To th' monument! Mardian. Bid them all fly. O. like the greatest spot Of all thy sex. Eros. To the young Roman boy she hath sold me. Help me. the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss'd. Bid them all fly. even here Do we shake hands. and my heart Makes only wars on thee. She dies for't. And bring me how he takes my death. and I fall Under this plot. for doits. If it be well to live. Alexandria. Vanish. for one death Might have prevented many.

there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves. EROS. She rend'red life. Which. Dead then? MARDIAN. now lost. Death of one person can be paid but once. What thou wouldst do Is done unto thy hand. And we must sleep. It does. Antony. my knave. saucy eunuch. ANTONY.No more a soldier. peace! She hath betray'd me.ACT_4|SC_14 SCENE XIV. Eros. and the QueenWhose heart I thought I had. Eros. That thou depart'st hence safe Does pay thy labour richly. ANTONY. for she had mine. Go. . my sides! Heart. CLEOPATRA'S palace Enter ANTONY and EROS ANTONY. They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. my lord. As water is in water. thou yet behold'st me? EROS. ANTONY. Ay. Enter MARDIAN O. No. pluck off! The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. Crack thy frail case. That which is now a horse. I made these wars for Egypt. My good knave Eros. weep not. apace. Ay. gentle Eros. cleave. MARDIAN. now thy captain is Even such a body. My mistress lov'd thee. And that she has discharg'd. The last she spake Was 'Antony! most noble Antony!' Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony. once be stronger than thy continent. Nay. A forked mountain.she. Dead. Unarm. ANTONY. had annex'd unto't A million moe. and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. EROS. the long day's task is done. and makes it indistinct. go. even with a thought The rack dislimns. a pendent rock. Hence. Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish. Here I am Antony. Thou hast seen these signs. ANTONY. noble lord. Bruised pieces. Exit MARDIAN Off. Thy name so buried in her. thy vile lady! She has robb'd me of my sword. ANTONY. or blue promontory With trees upon't that nod unto the world And mock our eyes with air. A tower'd citadel. my lord. Yet cannot hold this visible shape. and shall die the death. it was divided Between her heart and lips. MARDIAN. A vapour sometime like a bear or lion. whilst it was mine. has Pack'd cards with Caesar. and false-play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph. Eros. O. Apace.

Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops. Come. O. and stray no farther. for with a wound I must be cur'd. I would not see't. Eros! Re-enter EROS EROS. we'll hand in hand. ANTONY. Eros!. Now all labour Mars what it does.' Thou art sworn. Lie down. EROS. for now All length is torture. Since the torch is out. That.You have been nobly borne. ANTONY. swor'st thou not then To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once.. yea. which thou hast worn Most useful for thy country... Though enemy. sir. Draw that thy honest sword. condemn myself to lack The courage of a woman. .I come. EROS. Cleopatra. his face subdu'd To penetrative shame. and all is done. Exit EROS I will o'ertake thee. My sword is drawn. Seal then. Since Cleopatra died. Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawn it.when I should see behind me Th' inevitable prosecution of Disgrace and horror. Where souls do couch on flowers. Eros. whilst the wheel'd seat Of fortunate Caesar. Put colour in thy cheek. less noble mind Than she which by her death our Caesar tells 'I am conqueror of myself. Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see Thy master thus with pleach'd arms. branded His baseness that ensued? EROS. Turn from me then that noble countenance. What would my lord? ANTONY. very force entangles Itself with strength. When I did make thee free. Or thy precedent services are all But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw. I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness. EROS. Lo thee! [Turning from him] EROS. that. The gods withhold me! Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts. my queen. EROS.From me awhile. that with my sword Quarter'd the world. and come. on my command. Thou strik'st not me. the time is come.Stay for me. lost aim and could not? ANTONY. Eros. drawn before him. pardon me! ANTONY. and Weep for my pardon. and o'er green Neptune's back With ships made cities. My captain and my emperor. And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze.which now Is come indeed. Do't. And all the haunt be ours. Eros. then. My dear master. So it must be. 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.Eros!.Come. ANTONY. let me say. I. Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. when the exigent should come. Thou then wouldst kill me. bending down His corrigible neck.

ANTONY. Let him that loves me. Now. and farewell. Shall I strike now? ANTONY. O valiant Eros. Come. The star is fall'n. Most absolute lord. DIOMEDES. My queen and Eros Have. What's the noise? ANTONY. ANTONY. good friends. But I will be A bridegroom in my death. and. and I am come. what I should. man. man? Exit DERCETAS ANTONY. she sent you word she was dead. . To do thus [Falling on his sword] I learn'd of thee. make an end Of what I have begun. This sword but shown to Caesar. SECOND GUARD. with this tidings. I have done my work ill. Lock'd in her monument. ho! O. Diomed? Draw thy sword and give me Sufficing strokes for death. Enter DIOMEDES DIOMEDES. DIOMEDES. EROS. and run into't As to a lover's bed. and woe! ANTONY. Why. SECOND GUARD. and thou couldst not. got upon me A nobleness in record. 'Tis said. Bear me. ho! the Emperor's guard! The guard. But fearing since how it might work. What. Farewell. too late. Alas.you did suspect She had dispos'd with Caesar. EROS. [Kills himself ANTONY. my lord. by their brave instruction. ANTONY. Where's Antony? DERCETAS. great chief. there then! Thus do I escape the sorrow Of Antony's death. Now. Shall enter me with him. Art thou there. for when she sawWhich never shall be found. Lives he? Wilt thou not answer. good Diomed. then. ALL.Before I strike this bloody stroke. ANTONY. THIRD GUARD. When did she send thee? DIOMEDES. Where is she? DIOMEDES. Call my guard. there. I dread. and that your rage Would not be purg'd. I prithee. farewell. Eros. what ho! Come. Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly. FIRST GUARD. How? not dead? not dead?The guard. Thy master dies thy scholar. She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass. Not I. And time is at his period. Diomed. O. your lord calls! Enter four or five of the guard of ANTONY ANTONY. dispatch me! Enter DERCETAS and a guard FIRST GUARD. Exeunt guard DERCETAS. Eros. strike me dead. Nor I. FIRST GUARD. My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee. friends. where Cleopatra bides. hath sent Me to proclaim the truth. Nor any one. Too late. DIOMEDES. There.

FIRST GUARD. Enter. His guard have brought him thither. Look out o' th' other side your monument. CLEOPATRA. ANTONY. that none but Antony Should conquer Antony. below. woe are we.'Tis the last service that I shall command you. AntonyHelp me. come. Iras. Most heavy day! ANTONY. borne by the guard CLEOPATRA. O Antony. Peace! Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony. Woe. Assist. sir. until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips. dear madam. good friends. Seeming to bear it lightly. and we punish it. Alexandria.we must draw thee up. have Edge. I will not. friends below! Let's draw him hither. ANTONY. ALL. So it should be. good my fellows. O sun. Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness. Antony! Help. Egypt. But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself. But come. with her modest eyes And still conclusion. serpents. our size of sorrow. carry me now. O Charmian. Proportion'd to our cause. ANTONY. Take me up. pardon! I dare not. Charmian. I am dying. with CHARMIAN and IRAS CLEOPATRA. but not dead. Be comforted. Dear my lord. Not th' imperious show Of the full-fortun'd Caesar ever shall Be brooch'd with me. I have led you oft. Antony. you may not live to wear All your true followers out. No. If knife. or operation. drugs. must be as great As that which makes it. I dare not. . Lest I be taken. hearing ANTONY ACT_4|SC_15 SCENE XV. Nay. Enter DIOMEDES. do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrows. help. below How now! Is he dead? DIOMEDES. CLEOPATRA. A monument Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft. And have my thanks for all. quick. my women. shall acquire no honour Demuring upon me. Bid that welcome Which comes to punish us. I will never go from hence! CHARMIAN. Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! Darkling stand The varying shore o' th' world. O. dying. Exeunt. I am safe. or I am gone. CLEOPATRA. Your wife Octavia. only I here importune death awhile. good friends. Help. All strange and terrible events are welcome. but woe 'tis so! ANTONY. help. dear. CLEOPATRA. His death's upon him. But comforts we despise. sting.

My lord! O. Gentle. And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. CHARMIAN. and let me speak a little. Provok'd by my offence. and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks And does the meanest chares. let me speak. Then is it sin To rush into the secret house of death . madam! IRAS. Had I great Juno's power. She's dead too. peace. Iras! CLEOPATRA. Empress! CHARMIAN. O come. CLEOPATRA. The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up. quietness. Royal Egypt. welcome! Die where thou hast liv'd. Give me some wine. O! CLEOPATRA. Egypt. Had my lips that power. O. A heavy sight! ANTONY. wither'd is the garland of the war. woo't die? Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide In this dull world.a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. and do now not basely die. No. All's but nought. my women. One word. ANTONY.That makes the weight. Noblest of men. [Swoons] CHARMIAN. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at. None about Caesar ANTONY. hear me: None about Caesar trust but Proculeius. They do not go together. My resolution and my hands I'll trust. O madam. Madam! CHARMIAN. ALL. and impatience does Become a dog that's mad. CLEOPATRA. lady! IRAS. To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel. The noblest. [They heave ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA] And welcome. And set thee by Jove's side. with your safety. ANTONY. It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods. The odds is gone. and let me rail so high That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel. Not cowardly put off my helmet to My countryman. dying. I am dying. Lady! IRAS. Now my spirit is going I can no more. Wishers were ever fools. The soldier's pole is fall'n! Young boys and girls Are level now with men. [Antony dies] The crown o' th' earth doth melt. Thus would I wear them out. come. Patience is sottish. No more but e'en a woman. but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes Wherein I liv'd the greatest prince o' th' world. see. sweet queen: Of Caesar seek your honour. Yet come a little. Peace. our sovereign. which in thy absence is No better than a sty? O. CLEOPATRA. Quicken with kissing. madam.

bid him yield. DOLABELLA. I say. those above hearing off ANTONY'S body ACT_5|SC_1 ACT V. as I was to him I'll be to Caesar. in the name lay A moiety of the world. SCENE I. Nor by a hired knife. Our lamp is spent. and I wore my life To spend upon his haters. He is dead. away. behold it stain'd With his most noble blood. his Council of War CAESAR. with the courage which the heart did lend it. AGRIPPA. how now. friends? The gods rebuke me. I yield thee up my life. and then. look. what's brave. What is't thou say'st? DERCETAS. CAESAR. He was my master. Exeunt.Ere death dare come to us? How do you. but that self hand Which writ his honour in the acts it did Hath. A rarer spirit never . MAECENAS. AGRIPPA. I shall. Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'st Appear thus to us? DERCETAS. CAESAR. DOLABELLA. tell him he mocks The pauses that he makes. O Caesar. women. Whilst he stood up and spoke. MAECENAS. Alexandria. I robb'd his wound of it. This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Look you sad. women. Splitted the heart. if thou pleasest not. And citizens to their dens. Caesar. If thou please To take me to thee. Caesar. The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack. Let's do it after the high Roman fashion. Antony is dead. And make death proud to take us. who best was worthy Best to be serv'd. Mark Antony I serv'd. Ah. and others. GALLUS. AGRIPPA. The death of Antony Is not a single doom. we have no friend But resolution and the briefest end. Being so frustrate. This is his sword. women! Come. I am call'd Dercetas. CAESAR. Exit Enter DERCETAS With the sword of ANTONY CAESAR. Come. And strange it is That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds. PROCULEIUS. what! good cheer! Why. We'll bury him. Charmian! My noble girls! Ah. Dolabella. Not by a public minister of justice. His taints and honours Wag'd equal with him. women. take heart. DERCETAS. Go to him. CAESAR'S camp Enter CAESAR. what's noble. it's out! Good sirs. The round world Should have shook lions into civil streets. women? What. but it is tidings To wash the eyes of kings.

should divide Our equalness to this.Did steer humanity. And with your speediest bring us what she says. my brother. Exit GALLUS Where's Dolabella. A poor Egyptian. my mate in empire. Alexandria. where you shall see How hardly I was drawn into this war. Of thy intents desires instruction. Go. That thou. for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph. So the gods preserve thee! Exit CAESAR. Friend and companion in the front of war. good friendsEnter an EGYPTIAN But I will tell you at some meeter season. Proculeius. we could not stall together In the whole world. Go and say We purpose her no shame. MAECENAS. Give her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require. But you gods will give us Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd. I must perforce Have shown to thee such a declining day Or look on thine. and the heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle. Let him alone. my mistress. Dolabella! CAESAR. CAESAR. Confin'd in all she has. Whence are you? EGYPTIAN. O Antony. That she preparedly may frame herself To th' way she's forc'd to. Unreconciliable. by some mortal stroke She do defeat us. How honourable and how kindly we Determine for her. for Caesar cannot learn To be ungentle. And how you find her. The arm of mine own body. my competitor In top of all design. I have follow'd thee to this! But we do lance Diseases in our bodies. Exeunt ACT_5|SC_2 SCENE II. for I remember now How he's employ'd. Exit CAESAR. Go with me to my tent. CHARMIAN. EGYPTIAN. He needs must see himself. by some of ours. yet the Queen. The business of this man looks out of him. to second Proculeius? ALL.that our stars. her monument. PROCULEIUS. We'll hear him what he says. How calm and gentle I proceeded still In all my writings. I shall. The monument Enter CLEOPATRA. With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts. Go with me. Gallus. Caesar. When such a spacious mirror's set before him. CAESAR. and see What I can show in this. in her greatness. Lest. Bid her have good heart. Come hither. But yet let me lament. and MARDIAN . go you along. he shall in time be ready. She soon shall know of us. IRAS. Hear me.

PROCULEIUS. Which shackles accidents and bolts up change. for I know your plight is pitied Of him that caus'd it. of death too. O Cleopatra! thou art taken. to keep decorum. but not betray'd. That have no use for trusting. fear nothing. Who is so full of grace that it flows over On all that need. worthy lady. Pray you tell him I am his fortune's vassal and I send him The greatness he has got. and you shall find A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness Where he for grace is kneel'd to. [Drawing a dagger] PROCULEIUS. and never palates more the dug. Queen! CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. If he please To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son. and would gladly Look him i' th' face. That rids our dogs of languish? PROCULEIUS. and it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds. Here PROCULEIUS and two of the guard ascend the monument by a ladder placed against a window. [Disarms her] Do not yourself such wrong. dear lady. CLEOPATRA. . and soldiers PROCULEIUS. Cleopatra. What. CLEOPATRA. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar: Not being Fortune. Royal Queen! CHARMIAN. My desolation does begin to make A better life. Some of the guard unbar and open the gates Guard her till Caesar come. Y'are fall'n into a princely hand. Make your full reference freely to my lord. What's thy name? PROCULEIUS.CLEOPATRA. Which sleeps. but I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd. I hourly learn A doctrine of obedience. Exit IRAS. must No less beg than a kingdom. he's but Fortune's knave. Enter. you must tell him That majesty. Be of good cheer. CLEOPATRA. Have comfort. quick. hold. A minister of her will. The beggar's nurse and Caesar's. Antony Did tell me of you. This I'll report. Caesar sends greetings to the Queen of Egypt. to the gates of the monument. bade me trust you. GALLUS. good hands. And bids thee study on what fair demands Thou mean'st to have him grant thee. PROCULEIUS. If your master Would have a queen his beggar. PROCULEIUS. Quick. Hold. You see how easily she may be surpris'd. Let me report to him Your sweet dependency. GALLUS. who are in this Reliev'd. He gives me so much of mine own as I Will kneel to him with thanks. and come behind CLEOPATRA. My name is Proculeius.

CLEOPATRA. Most sovereign creatureCLEOPATRA. And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me! Rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark-nak'd. PROCULEIUS. He was as rattling thunder. I'll not drink. His face was as the heav'ns. what I have heard or known. come! Come. come. If you'll employ me to him. Do Caesar what he can. Where art thou. Say I would die. sir. that I Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court. and take a queen Worth many babes and beggars! PROCULEIUS. It shall content me best. If it might please yeCLEOPATRA. And hang me up in chains! PROCULEIUS. you have heard of me? CLEOPATRA. His legs bestrid the ocean. DOLABELLA. For his bounty. sir. Shall they hoist me up. And he hath sent for thee. So. You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams. which your death Will never let come forth. Enter DOLABELLA DOLABELLA. But when he meant to quail and shake the orb. [To CLEOPATRA] To Caesar I will speak what you shall please. lady! CLEOPATRA. Proculeius. For the Queen. and therein stuck A sun and moon. sir. temperance. which kept their course and lighted The little O. No matter. and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring! Rather make My country's high pyramides my gibbet. . CLEOPATRA. such another sleep. Is't not your trick? DOLABELLA. O. his rear'd arm Crested the world. Dolabella. I dreamt there was an Emperor AntonyO. His voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres. CLEOPATRA. I'll not sleep neither. What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows. death? Come hither. Most noble Empress. This mortal house I'll ruin. Be gentle to her. Assuredly you know me. I will eat no meat. Know. I cannot tell. If idle talk will once be necessary. DOLABELLA. that I might see But such another man! DOLABELLA.Do not abuse my master's bounty by Th' undoing of yourself. madam. and that to friends. Sir. Let the world see His nobleness well acted. the earth. I'll take her to my guard. I understand not. Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Caesar. Exeunt PROCULEIUS and soldiers DOLABELLA. CLEOPATRA.

rise. Sir. Egypt. a grief that smites My very heart at root. Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy. Cleopatra. pray you. You lie. SELEUCUS. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. Take to you no hard thoughts. [Flourish] [Within: 'Make way there-Caesar!'] Enter CAESAR. my master and my lord I must obey. he will. Hear me. Know you what Caesar means to do with me? DOLABELLA. Condemning shadows quite. the gods Will have it thus. I thank you. DOLABELLA. Think you there was or might be such a man As this I dreamt of? DOLABELLA.you shall find A benefit in this change. CLEOPATRA. madam. great. as yourself. but do confess I have Been laden with like frailties which before Have often sham'd our sex. and others of his train CAESAR. you shall not kneel. CLEOPATRA. But if there be nor ever were one such. good madam. and you bear it As answering to the weight. but if you seek To lay on me a cruelty by taking Antony's course. sir. Arise. sir. DOLABELLA. The record of what injuries you did us. CleopatraCLEOPATRA. CAESAR. an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping. CLEOPATRA. but I do feel. I pray you. I know't. By the rebound of yours. Your loss is. then. If you apply yourself to our intentsWhich towards you are most gentle. and put your children . He'll lead me. His delights Were dolphin-like: they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in. we shall remember As things but done by chance. you shall bereave yourself Of my good purposes. up to the hearing of the gods. MAECENAS. It's past the size of drearning. Nay. Sole sir o' th' world. CAESAR. in triumph? DOLABELLA. In his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets. Would I might never O'ertake pursu'd success.There was no winter in't. DOLABELLA. Though he be honourableCLEOPATRA. Which is the Queen of Egypt? DOLABELLA. yet t' imagine An Antony were nature's piece 'gainst fancy. I cannot project mine own cause so well To make it clear. CLEOPATRA. no. Madam. know We will extenuate rather than enforce. CLEOPATRA. [CLEOPATPA kneels] CAESAR. It is the Emperor. PROCULEIUS. rise. GALLUS. realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket. Gentle madam. Though written in our flesh.

See. Not what you have reserv'd. Madam. Slave. nor what acknowledg'd. CAESAR. CLEOPATRA. good Caesar. If thereon you rely. That I some lady trifles have reserv'd. 'Tis yours. but I'll catch thine eyes Though they had wings. Not petty things admitted. O Caesar. Wert thou a man. Forbear. and when we fall We answer others' merits in our name. [To SELEUCUS] Prithee go hence. Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through th' ashes of my chance. I am possess'd of. This is the brief of money. goest thou back? Thou shalt Go back. And may. CLEOPATRA. 'Tis exactly valued. dog! O rarely base! CAESAR. Here. SELEUCUS. How pomp is followed! Mine will now be yours. O slave. soulless villain. CLEOPATRA. to induce Their mediation. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. through all the world. Upon his peril. Still be't yours. That thou vouchsafing here to visit me. Thou wouldst have mercy on me. Seleucus. the greatest. I approve Your wisdom in the deed. that mine own servant should Parcel the sum of my disgraces by Addition of his envy! Say.must I be unfolded With one that I have bred? The gods! It smites me Beneath the fall I have. Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest. blush not. I warrant thee. Where's Seleucus? SELEUCUS. Be it known that we. let him speak. CLEOPATRA. what a wounding shame is this. CAESAR. Are therefore to be pitied. What have I kept back? SELEUCUS. Exit SELEUCUS CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. yours would be mine. behold. Good Queen. plate. Here. CAESAR. Speak the truth. This is my treasurer. I had rather seal my lips than to my peril Speak that which is not. and believe . my lord. I'll take my leave. things of such dignity As we greet modern friends withal. Seleucus. CAESAR. and jewels. my good lord. Enough to purchase what you have made known. that I have reserv'd To myself nothing. of no more trust Than love that's hir'd! What. And. Doing the honour of thy lordliness To one so meek. let us entreat you. Immoment toys. Nay. and say Some nobler token I have kept apart For Livia and Octavia. Put we i' th' roll of conquest. madam. Cleopatra. should we shift estates. Caesar! O. Bestow it at your pleasure. CLEOPATRA. are misthought For things that others do. shall Hang in what place you please. and we. Cleopatra. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Even make me wild.To that destruction which I'll guard them from.

Rank of gross diet. and thanks. to make prize with you Of things that merchants sold. CLEOPATRA. And we are for the dark. Adieu. adieu. For we intend so to dispose you as Yourself shall give us counsel. sir. Farewell. I have spoke already. Exeunt CAESAR and his train CLEOPATRA. and so. CLEOPATRA. I'll never see't. shall we be enclouded. Go put it to the haste. I tell you this: Caesar through Syria Intends his journey. Antony Shall be brought drunken forth. DOLABELLA. And forc'd to drink their vapour. in their thick breaths. Dolabella! DOLABELLA. and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune. for I am sure mine nails Are stronger than mine eyes. IRAS. the bright day is done. and it is provided. what think'st thou? Thou an Egyptian puppet shall be shown In Rome as well as I. Re-enter DOLABELLA DOLABELLA. I must attend on Caesar. the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us. dear Queen. He words me. Our care and pity is so much upon you That we remain your friend. I have perform'd Your pleasure and my promise. shall Uplift us to the view. O the good gods! CLEOPATRA. Dolabella. Feed and sleep. Where's the Queen? CHARMIAN. CLEOPATRA. Nay. Therefore be cheer'd. girls. No. and within three days You with your children will he send before. Nay. Which my love makes religion to obey. Charmian! [Whispers CHARMIAN] IRAS. good lady. Why. Finish. Hie thee again. and hammers. With greasy aprons. Mechanic slaves. I shall remain your debtor. Iras. Iras. as thereto sworn by your command. that's the way . I your servant. CLEOPATRA. Behold. that I should not Be noble to myself. Make your best use of this. he words me. rules. Flourish. and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I' th' posture of a whore. My master and my lord! CAESAR. But hark thee. Not so. Madam. CLEOPATRA. CHARMIAN. I will. and present Our Alexandrian revels. The gods forbid! CLEOPATRA.Caesar's no merchant. Exit CLEOPATRA. Adieu. Saucy lictors Will catch at us like strumpets. that's certain. Exit DOLABELLA Now. good Queen. 'tis most certain. IRAS. IRAS. Make not your thoughts your prisons. Madam.

I wish you all joy of the worm. Bring our crown and all. Exit GUARDSMAN What poor an instrument May do a noble deed! He brings me liberty. how she died of the biting of it. ay. it shall be heeded. Take thou no care. those that do die of it do seldom or never recover. Here is a rural fellow That will not be denied your Highness' presence. I am again for Cydnus. Give it nothing. CLOWN. as a woman should not do but in the way of honesty. and leave him. Exit IRAS. and I have nothing Of woman in me. Let him come in. Very many. A noise within Wherefore's this noise? Enter a GUARDSMAN GUARDSMAN. farewell. CLEOPATRA. the worm is not to be trusted but in the keeping of wise people. now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine. And when thou hast done this chare. for indeed there is no goodness in the worm. what pain she felt. Get thee hence. my women.To fool their preparation and to conquer Their most absurd intents. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman. CLEOPATRA.truly she makes a very good report o' th' worm. CLEOPATRA. noble Charmian. To meet Mark Antony. men and women too. He brings you figs. for in . go. look you. CLEOPATRA. Avoid. farewell. But he that will believe all that they say shall never be saved by half that they do. we'll dispatch indeed. This is the man. [Sets down the basket] CLEOPATRA. these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women. for it is not worth the feeding. Farewell. Exit GUARDSMAN Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there That kills and pains not? CLOWN. Ay. Sirrah. Iras. CLOWN. the worm's an odd worm. Very good. with a basket GUARDSMAN. Look you. like a queen. I pray you. CLEOPATRA. that the worm will do his kind. Now. Will it eat me? CLOWN. Truly. I have him. CLOWN. You must think this. You must not think I am so simple but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman. Now from head to foot I am marble-constant. But truly. CLEOPATRA. Go fetch My best attires. But this is most falliable. but something given to lie. Re-enter GUARDSMAN and CLOWN. But I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him. Remember'st thou any that have died on't? CLOWN. if the devil dress her not. CLEOPATRA. for his biting is immortal. I know that a woman is a dish for the gods. My resolution's plac'd. I'll give thee leave To play till doomsday. Enter CHARMIAN Now. Charmian! Show me. CLOWN.

Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. as gentleO Antony! Nay. That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass Unpolicied! CHARMIAN. Methinks I hear Antony call. Peace. Husband. Iras. Well. farewell. yare. Come. CLEOPATRA. Speak softly. rushing in FIRST GUARD. Which hurts and is desir'd. that I may say The gods themselves do weep. Now boast thee. I wish you joy o' th' worm. crown. And golden Phoebus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry. Caesar hath sentCHARMIAN. long farewell. as soft as air. [Applies an asp] . He'll make demand of her. Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air. IRAS falls and dies] Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thus thou and nature can so gently part. with a robe. O Eastern star! CLEOPATRA. I'll mend it and then playEnter the guard. Downy windows. death. &c. FIRST GUARD. As sweet as balm. and take the last warmth of my lips. Give me my robe. forsooth. break! O. my other elements I give to baser life. Where's the Queen? CHARMIAN. O couldst thou speak. which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath. This proves me base. close. The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch. In this vile world? So.every ten that they make the devils mar five. get thee gone. Be angry and dispatch. Exit Re-enter IRAS. Yes. good Iras. wake her not. have you done? Come then. I have Immortal longings in me. put on my crown. I will take thee too: [Applying another asp to her arm] What should I stay. If she first meet the curled Antony. [To an asp. which she applies to her breast] With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie. break! CLEOPATRA. CLEOPATRA. thou mortal wretch.[Dies] CHARMIAN. Too slow a messenger. I hear him mock The luck of Caesar. O. Yare. CLEOPATRA. [Kisses them. Poor venomous fool. I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act. in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd. CHARMIAN. and spend that kiss Which is my heaven to have. I come. thick cloud. quick. So. peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast That sucks the nurse asleep? CHARMIAN. Dost thou lie still? If thou vanishest. fare thee well. Farewell. Dissolve. CLOWN. thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking. kind Charmian. and rain.

DOLABELLA. and being royal. CAESAR. Tremblingly she stood. Took her own way. FIRST GUARD. a way for Caesar!'] Re-enter CAESAR and all his train DOLABELLA. FIRST GUARD. And bear her women from the monument. She levell'd at our purposes. This Charmian liv'd but now. you are too sure an augurer: That you did fear is done. FIRST GUARD. and something blown. Take up her bed. No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. As she would catch another Antony In her strong toil of grace. soldier! [CHARMIAN dies] Re-enter DOLABELLA DOLABELLA. I partly feel thee. CAESAR. The like is on her arm. call him. and these fig-leaves Have slime upon them. Poison'd then. Exeunt . and fitting for a princes Descended of so many royal kings. High events as these Strike those that make them. ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguil'd. DOLABELLA. Ah. Approach. she stood and spake. This is an aspic's trail. And on the sudden dropp'd. come apace. And then to Rome. The manner of their deaths? I do not see them bleed. O Caesar. SECOND GUARD. All dead.O. A simple countryman that brought her figs. What work is here! Charmian. Our army shall In solemn show attend this funeral. Caesar. such as th' aspic leaves Upon the caves of Nile. is this well done? CHARMIAN. Here on her breast There is a vent of blood. and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented. Bravest at the last. CAESAR. O noble weakness! If they had swallow'd poison 'twould appear By external swelling. FIRST GUARD. This was his basket. Dolabella. O sir. CAESAR. I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress. Come. DOLABELLA. for her physician tells me She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite Of easy ways to die. There's Dolabella sent from Caesar. see High order in this great solemnity. [Within: 'A way there. Most probable That so she died. How goes it here? SECOND GUARD. Thyself art coming To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou So sought'st to hinder. but she looks like sleep. She shall be buried by her Antony. thy thoughts Touch their effects in this. It is well done. Who was last with them? FIRST GUARD. dispatch.

INC. servant to Oliver DENNIS. Orchard of OLIVER'S house Enter ORLANDO and ADAM ORLANDO. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. DUKE. " " " " " " ADAM. and usurper of his dominions AMIENS. a vicar CORIN. SCENE I. for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth that differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses are . " " " " " " ORLANDO. My brother Jaques he keeps at school. lord attending on the banished Duke JAQUES. a courtier attending upon Frederick CHARLES. a country wench Lords. INC. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns. a shepherdes AUDREY. living in exile FREDERICK. and Attendants <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY.. stays me here at home unkept. to speak more properly.>> SCENE: OLIVER'S house. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. to breed me well. charged my brother. Adam. his brother.. daughter to the banished Duke CELIA. shepherd SILVIUS.THE END <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. son of Sir Rowland de Boys JAQUES. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. " WILLIAM. and there begins my sadness. or. on his blessing. " " " TOUCHSTONE. the court jester SIR OLIVER MARTEXT. and. a country fellow. and report speaks goldenly of his profit. wrestler to Frederick OLIVER. he keeps me rustically at home. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. " " " " " " LE BEAU. as thou say'st. in love with Audrey A person representing HYMEN ROSALIND. daughter to Frederick PHEBE. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY.>> 1601 AS YOU LIKE IT by William Shakespeare DRAMATIS PERSONAE. Pages. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. Foresters. FREDERICK'S court. and the Forest of Arden ACT I. As I remember. For my part. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY.

Thou has rail'd on thyself. OLIVER. OLIVER. I am no villain. but I. Know you before whom. Wert thou not my brother. What. Now. or give me the poor allottery my father left me by testament. bars me the place of a brother. I say. be at accord. Wilt thou lay hands on me. you are too young in this. ORLANDO. OLIVER. and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent that I should come to such penury? OLIVER. ORLANDO. obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities. He lets me feed with his hinds. Nothing. and be nought awhile. sir? ORLANDO. with that I will go buy my fortunes. come. OLIVER. you should so know me. [Coming forward] Sweet masters. besides that they are fair with their feeding. get you in. you shall have some part of your will. villain? ORLANDO. and as much as in him lies. Shall I keep your hogs. for your father's remembrance. I know you are my eldest brother. your brother. Know you where you are. gain nothing under him but growth. I pray you leave me. be patient. be better employed. I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. What mar you then. Yonder comes my master. Come. And what wilt thou do? Beg. therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman.bred better. OLIVER. for. ORLANDO. were there twenty brothers betwixt us. and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up. sir? ORLANDO. his brother. Go apart. that grieves me. I have as much of my father in me as you. The courtesy of nations allows you my better in that you are the first-born. when that is spent? Well. sir! what make you here? ORLANDO. ADAM. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me. a poor unworthy brother of yours. I am not taught to make any thing. and I will no longer endure it. sir? ORLANDO. The spirit of my father grows strong in me. better than him I am before knows me. I am helping you to mar that which God made. Ay. I will not long be troubled with you. [ADAM retires] OLIVER. begins to mutiny against this servitude. Adam. I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had pull'd out thy tongue for saying so. albeit I confess your coming before me is nearer to his reverence. OLIVER. the something that nature gave me his countenance seems to take from me. I will no longer endure it. elder brother. till I please. very well. with idleness. . here in your orchard. Marry. and he is thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains. for the which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him as I. I will not. sir. you shall hear me. OLIVER. Adam. Marry. they are taught their manage. mines my gentility with my education. and to that end riders dearly hir'd. but the same tradition takes not away my blood. sir. My father charg'd you in his will to give me good education: you have train'd me like a peasant. and the spirit of my father. O. Enter OLIVER ADAM. sir. which I think is within me. sir. Let me go. This is it. though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it. and in the gentle condition of blood. He was my father. boy! [Strikes him] ORLANDO.

Holla. and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him. To-morrow. therefore. Is 'old dog' my reward? Most true. I would be loath to foil him. Your brother is but young and tender. Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM OLIVER. or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into. sir. and to-morrow the wrestling is. therefore he gives them good leave to wander. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day. sir. but he is resolute. Orlando. ADAM. no. Call him in. Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me? I will physic your rankness. OLIVER. Charles. Where will the old Duke live? CHARLES. and never two ladies loved as they do. you wrestle to-morrow before the new Duke? CHARLES. but the old news. you old dog. She is at the court. Marry. or have died to stay behind her. I am given. out of my love to you. I came hither to acquaint you withal. Dennis! Enter DENNIS DENNIS. and I came to acquaint you with a matter. and have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from it. the Duke's wrestler. that she would have followed her exile. Good Monsieur Charles! What's the new news at the new court? CHARLES. OLIVER. Good morrow to your worship. I'll tell thee. and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter. Get you with him. full of ambition. that is. an envious emulator of every man's good parts. and he that escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit him well. Can you tell if Rosalind. as I must. do I. and. secretly to understand that your younger brother. Enter CHARLES CHARLES. it is the stubbornest young fellow of France. OLIVER. OLIVER. the old Duke is banished by his younger brother the new Duke. I no further offend you than becomes me for my good. for my own honour. which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. and yet give no thousand crowns neither. sir. hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try a fall. her cousin. being ever from their cradles bred together. OLIVER. God be with my old master! He would not have spoke such a word. They say he is already in the Forest of Arden. whose lands and revenues enrich the new Duke. for your love. What. as they did in the golden world.ORLANDO. I wrestle for my credit. I have lost my teeth in your service. in that it is thing of his own search and altogether against my will. OLIVER. OLIVER. he is here at the door and importunes access to you. So please you. Calls your worship? OLIVER. the Duke's daughter. not Charles. sir. and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. here to speak with me? DENNIS. I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein. so loves her. that either you might stay him from his intendment. a secret and villainous contriver against me his natural brother. I thank thee for thy love to me. Charles. if he come in. and a many merry men with him. [Exit DENNIS] 'Twill be a good way. There's no news at the court. be banished with her father? CHARLES. and fleet the time carelessly. . for the Duke's daughter. O.

CHARLES. And so. INC. You know my father hath no child but I. sweet my coz. so thou hadst been still with me. and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. ROSALIND. never school'd and yet learned. be merry. I will forget the condition of my estate. so much in the heart of the world. and. but should I anatomize him to thee as he is. and when I break that oath. From henceforth I will. ROSALIND. had banished thy uncle. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. CELIA. for if thou dost him any slight disgrace. If he come to-morrow I'll give him his payment. and thou must look pale and wonder. entrap thee by some treacherous device. I speak but brotherly of him. be merry. when he dies thou shalt be his heir. But it shall not be so long. if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd as mine is to thee. but love no man .>> SCENE II. Exit <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. full of noble device. for my soul. ROSALIND. to make sport withal. I assure thee. yet I know not why.Therefore use thy discretion: I had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger. or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee. and especially of my own people. If my uncle. the Duke my father. for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce. hates nothing more than he. let me turn monster.. so wouldst thou. I am heartily glad I came hither to you. I'll never wrestle for prize more. my sweet Rose. coz. that I am altogether misprised. truly. my dear Rose. If ever he go alone again. I prithee. Nothing remains but that I kindle the boy thither. God keep your worship! Exit OLIVER. I will. and almost with tears I speak it. Dear Celia. and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other. this wrestler shall clear all. By mine honour. he will practise against thee by poison. for. who best know him. Marry. to rejoice in yours. And thou wert best look to't. I hope I shall see an end of him. do. of all sorts enchantingly beloved. I pray thee. CELIA. I show more mirth than I am mistress of. and. Well. good Charles. A lawn before the DUKE'S palace Enter ROSALIND and CELIA CELIA. Yet he's gentle. there is not one so young and so villainous this day living. indeed. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. nor none is like to have. thy banished father. Herein I see thou lov'st me not with the full weight that I love thee. Let me see. Now will I stir this gamester. you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure. therefore. Rosalind. and devise sports. what think you of falling in love? CELIA. I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine. Farewell. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. I must blush and weep. I will render thee again in affection. which now I'll go about.

for always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.in good earnest. for he never had any. when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of Nature's wit. Indeed. Where learned you that oath. or if he had. No. CELIA. the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Now I'll stand to it. Prithee. he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancackes or that mustard. Enough. The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly. in the great heap of your knowledge? ROSALIND. No. the pancakes were naught and the mustard was good. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins. By my troth. TOUCHSTONE. and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women. 'Tis true. then? CELIA. Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young. CELIA. Enter TOUCHSTONE CELIA. and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favouredly. I would we could do so. CELIA. when Nature hath made a fair creature. you'll be whipt for taxation one of these days. CELIA. then I were. ROSALIND. hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument? ROSALIND. your father. ROSALIND. Were you made the messenger? TOUCHSTONE. by mine honour. loves. TOUCHSTONE. you must come away to your father. not in the lineaments of Nature. who is't that thou mean'st? TOUCHSTONE. One that old Frederick. CELIA. How now. for her benefits are mightily misplaced. Ay. Mistress. speak no more of him. there is Fortune too hard for Nature. My father's love is enough to honour him. nor no further in sport neither than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again. With his mouth full of news. no more was this knight. CELIA. but I was bid to come for you. for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest. and yet was not the knight forsworn. may she not by Fortune fall into the fire? Though Nature hath given us wit to flout at Fortune. Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel. and swore by his honour the mustard was naught. and hath sent this natural for our whetstone. if I had it. if we had them. who perceiveth our natural wits too dull to reason of such goddesses. now thou goest from Fortune's office to Nature's: Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. . By my knavery. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau. thou sayest true. TOUCHSTONE. swearing by his honour. CELIA. What shall be our sport. wit! Whither wander you? TOUCHSTONE. By our beards. ROSALIND. CELIA. that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. fool? TOUCHSTONE. marry. How prove you that. thou art. CELIA. but Nature's. Nay. Enter LE BEAU ROSALIND. But if you swear by that that not. for since the little wit that fools have was silenced. Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither. ROSALIND. you are not forsworn. Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were good pancakes. and swear by your beards that I am a knave. now unmuzzle your wisdom.

Three proper young men. FREDERICK. that was laid on with a trowel. Sport! of what colour? LE BEAU. the poor old man. You must. making such pitiful dole over them that all the beholders take his part with weeping. Then shall we be news-cramm'd. sure. ladies. You will take little delight in it. and. CELIA. All the better. TOUCHSTONE. There comes an old man and his three sonsCELIA.ROSALIND. Let us now stay and see it. and so the third. CELIA. Speak to him. What's the news? LE BEAU. ROSALIND. my liege. ROSALIND. CELIA. As wit and fortune will. ROSALIND. of excellent growth and presence. Yonder they lie. cousin? LE BEAU. the beginning. LE BEAU. they are coming. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Ay. So he serv'd the second. madam? How shall I answer you? ROSALIND. Thus men may grow wiser every day. CELIA. With bills on their necks: 'Be it known unto all men by these presents'LE BEAU. CELIA. I promise thee. Yonder. his own peril on his forwardness. for the best is yet to do. CELIA. Well said. Enter DUKE FREDERICK. Come on. Alas! TOUCHSTONE. where you are. TOUCHSTONE. LE BEAU. LORDS. you may see the end. Monsieur Le Beau. and broke three of his ribs. Even he. But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his sides? Is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling. if it please your ladyships. I can tell you. see if you can move him. Thou losest thy old smell. In pity of the challenger's youth I would fain dissuade him. Or I. daughter and cousin! Are you crept hither to see the wrestling? ROSALIND. LE BEAU. Fair Princess. Flourish. yet he looks successfully. madam. You amaze me. and here. It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies. if I keep not my rankROSALIND. since the youth will not be entreated. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Bon jour. this that I speak of. you have lost much good sport. ROSALIND. Nay. The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles. Is yonder the man? LE BEAU. FREDERICK. ORLANDO. that there is little hope of life in him. the Duke's wrestler. which you have lost the sight of. I would have told you of good wrestling. and they are ready to perform it. How now. so please you give us leave. Why. if you stay here. ROSALIND. I will tell you the beginning. But what is the sport. but he will not be entreated. their father. which Charles in a moment threw him. we shall be the more marketable. Well. TOUCHSTONE. ladies. . LE BEAU. CHARLES. What colour. Or as the Destinies decrees. CELIA. Alas. they are coming to perform it. he is too young. monsieur. for here is the place appointed for the wrestling. that the ladies have lost? LE BEAU. and ATTENDANTS FREDERICK. there is such odds in the man. that is dead and buried.

Shout] FREDERICK. wherein if I be foil'd there is but one sham'd that was never gracious. no more. I shall do my friends no wrong. We pray you. ROSALIND. you shall not entreat him to a second. ROSALIND. the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. FREDERICK. No. Hercules be thy speed. You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength. ORLANDO. But I did find him still mine enemy. FREDERICK. your spirits are too bold for your years. ORLANDO. Fare you well. Your heart's desires be with you! CHARLES. only in the world I fill up a place. You shall try but one fall. Orlando. He cannot speak. [CHARLES is thrown. punish me not with your hard thoughts. Charles? LE BEAU. for your own sake. I beseech you. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial. I would it were with you. I attend them with all respect and duty. FREDERICK. I'll not be by. good Monsieur Le Beau. if you saw yourself with your eyes. Come. the Princess calls for you. the world no injury.CELIA. Young man. Ready. O excellent young man! CELIA. but come your ways. my lord. you should not have mock'd me before. for in it I have nothing. ROSALIND. Young gentleman. No. I would I were invisible. young man! CELIA. to catch the strong fellow by the leg. young sir. but one dead that is willing to be so. I beseech your Grace. I can tell who should down. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye. but his will hath in it a more modest working. Yes. your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to the Duke that the wrestling might not go forward. if kill'd. Call him hither. for I have none to lament me. FREDERICK. or knew yourself with your judgment. [They wrestle] ROSALIND. ORLANDO. which may be better supplied when I have made it empty. I am not yet well breath'd. Do so. my liege. FREDERICK. CELIA. wherein I confess me much guilty to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. Now. The world esteem'd thy father honourable. Monsieur the Challenger. CELIA. Do. ORLANDO. No more. CHARLES. he is the general challenger. You mean to mock me after. I come but in. [DUKE FREDERICK goes apart] LE BEAU. young man? ORLANDO. ROSALIND. where is this young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth? ORLANDO. . sir. have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler? ORLANDO. What is thy name. Bear him away. Pray heaven I be deceiv'd in you! CELIA. fair Princess. to embrace your own safety and give over this attempt. And mine to eke out hers. The little strength that I have. to try with him the strength of my youth. as others do. that have so mightily persuaded him from a first. I warrant your Grace. ROSALIND. How dost thou. I would thou hadst been son to some man else.

That could give more. I should have given him tears unto entreaties Ere he should thus have ventur'd. if we judge by manners. But yet. a mere lifeless block. The Duke is humorous. I'll ask him what he would. CELIA. Had I before known this young man his son. and overthrown More than your enemies. CELIA. Shall we go. Albeit you have deserv'd High commendation. indeed. I thank you. Will you go. But fare thee well. My father's rough and envious disposition Sticks me at heart. If you do keep your promises in love But justly as you have exceeded all promise. He calls us back. Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA ORLANDO. And here detain'd by her usurping uncle. sir. Hadst thou descended from another house. coz? ROSALIND. true applause. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son. I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place. Have with you. the smaller is his daughter. ROSALIND. Gentle cousin. Neither his daughter. Let us go thank him. Sir. Re-enter LE BEAU LE BEAU. To keep his daughter company. Can I not say 'I thank you'? My better parts Are all thrown down. and love. More suits you to conceive than I to speak of. Did you call. thou art a gallant youth.Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed. one out of suits with fortune. and that which here stands up Is but a quintain. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her. [Giving him a chain from her neck] Wear this for me. Your mistress shall be happy. ORLANDO. Were I my father. whose loves . you have wrestled well. coz? CELIA. Good sir. O poor Orlando. ROSALIND. Exeunt DUKE. fair gentleman. and pray you tell me this: Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the wrestling? LE BEAU. Ay. you have well deserv'd. And all the world was of my father's mind. His youngest son. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul. ROSALIND. indeed. and LE BEAU CELIA. and encourage him. coz. but that her hand lacks means. thou art overthrown! Or Charles or something weaker masters thee. Fare you well. ORLANDO. would I do this? ORLANDO. what he is. Fare you well. My pride fell with my fortunes. yet she urg'd conference. Gentleman. sir? Sir. The other is daughter to the banish'd Duke. Yet such is now the Duke's condition That he misconstrues all that you have done. I would thou hadst told me of another father.and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Frederick. train.

I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my heart. they take the part of a better wrestler than myself. ROSALIND. Is it possible. when the one should be lam'd with reasons and the other mad without any. They are but burs. for my sake. But heavenly Rosalind! Exit SCENE III. Sir. Not one to throw at a dog. uncle? FREDERICK. No. let us talk in good earnest. here comes the Duke. ROSALIND. you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son? ROSALIND. O. a good wish upon you! You will try in time. in a better world than this. ROSALIND. With his eyes full of anger. faith. The DUKE's palace Enter CELIA and ROSALIND CELIA. Hem them away. No. come. Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase I should hate him. throw some of them at me. on such a sudden. our very petticoats will catch them. Grounded upon no other argument But that the people praise her for her virtues And pity her for her good father's sake. if I could cry 'hem' and have him. CELIA. CELIA. his malice 'gainst the lady Will suddenly break forth. if we walk not in the trodden paths. I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. cousin. dispatch you with your safest haste. O. cousin. yet I hate not Orlando. CELIA. CELIA. I rest much bounden to you. Then there were two cousins laid up. Mistress. and do you love him because I do. From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother. thrown upon thee in holiday foolery. how full of briers is this working-day world! CELIA. wrestle with thy affections.Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. with LORDS ROSALIND. turning these jests out of service. lame me with reasons. CELIA. Why. come. Let me love him for that. Hereafter. And get you from our court. some of it is for my child's father. in despite of a fall. ROSALIND. And. fare you well. Come. ROSALIND. ORLANDO. on my life. Exit LE BEAU Thus must I from the smoke into the smother. But. CELIA. CELIA. The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Me. cousin! why. ROSALIND. thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs. FREDERICK. Within these ten days if that thou beest found . Look. Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! Not a word? ROSALIND. fare you well. No. for my father hated his father dearly. But is all this for your father? ROSALIND. hate him not. You. CELIA. Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well? Enter DUKE FREDERICK. I would try. O. But I can tell you that of late this Duke Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece.

we stay'd her for your sake. there's enough. ROSALIND. Then.So near our public court as twenty miles. mistake me not so much To think my poverty is treacherous. If their purgation did consist in words. Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. I have more cause. Then open not thy lips. you die. Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her. hear me speak. Thou art a fool. FREDERICK. and your own remorse. FREDERICK. if we did derive it from our friends. And in the greatness of my word. Prithee be cheerful. and her smoothness. Her very silence and her patience. ROSALIND. Exeunt DUKE and LORDS CELIA. Dear sovereign. I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am. Else had she with her father rang'd along. FREDERICK. Thou hast not. I do beseech your Grace. my liege. CELIA. then. Or. SO was I when your Highness took his dukedom. or be not franticAs I do trust I am not. ROSALIND. Ay. cousin. provide yourself. Pronounce that sentence. Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness. Know'st thou not the Duke Hath banish'd me. on me. eat together. Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me. Still we went coupled and inseparable. FREDERICK. good my liege. You are a fool. my lord. So was I when your Highness banish'd him. learn'd. What's that to me? My father was no traitor. upon mine honour. O my poor Rosalind! Whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. I was too young that time to value her. They are as innocent as grace itself. Thou diest for it. And wheresoe'er we went.then. his daughter? . Or have acquaintance with mine own desires. Celia. Rose at an instant. And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone. I did not then entreat to have her stay. like Juno's swans. It was your pleasure. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor. If you outstay the time. she is banish'd. FREDERICK. CELIA. If with myself I hold intelligence. CELIA. Speak to the people. niece. Thus do all traitors. If that I do not dream. Why so am I: we still have slept together. play'd. CELIA. Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not. Thou art thy father's daughter. and they pity her. Treason is not inherited. ROSALIND. But now I know her. dear uncle. She is too subtle for thee. You. She robs thee of thy name. If she be a traitor. I cannot live out of her company.

Were it not better. Shall we be sund'red? Shall we part. ROSALIND. and what to bear with us. And get our jewels and our wealth together. but Aliena. what if we assay'd to steal The clownish fool out of your father's court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel? CELIA. CELIA. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. And with a kind of umber smirch my face. Let's away. Now go we in content To liberty. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page. Devise the fittest time and safest way To hide us from pursuit that will be made After my flight. and two or three LORDS. CELIA. And therefore look you call me Ganymede. As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances. Whither to go. let my father seek another heir. The like do you. Alas. To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden. hath not? Rosalind lacks. ROSALIND. and leave me out. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire. the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one. CELIA.in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there willWe'll have a swashing and a martial outside. cousin. now at our sorrows pale. What shall I call thee when thou art a man? ROSALIND. ROSALIND. SCENE I. then. like foresters . what danger will it be to us. sweet girl? No.>> ACT II. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia. But. And do not seek to take your charge upon you. Maids as we are. and. I'll go along with thee. ROSALIND.ROSALIND. The Forest of Arden Enter DUKE SENIOR. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. Why. No. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me. AMIENS. That I did suit me all points like a man? A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. And never stir assailants. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. A boar spear in my hand. INC. For. and not to banishment. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. But what will you be call'd? CELIA. Leave me alone to woo him. Because that I am more than common tall. Say what thou canst. whither shall we go? CELIA. To bear your griefs yourself. That he hath not. Therefore devise with me how we may fly. by this heaven. so shall we pass along. to travel forth so far! Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold..

Which when it bites and blows upon my body. O. Even till I shrink with cold. AMIENS. Much marked of the melancholy Jaques. swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting. FIRST LORD. DUKE SENIOR. That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style. books in the running brooks. with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd. giving thy sum of more To that which had too much. like the toad. Come. First.DUKE SENIOR. as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind. I would not change it. yes. Finds tongues in trees. ugly and venomous.' Then. my lord. my co-mates and brothers in exile. Indeed. Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam. And. Happy is your Grace. in their own confines. exempt from public haunt. That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt. Being native burghers of this desert city.' Anon. jumps along by him .' Sweet are the uses of adversity. my lord. in that kind. I smile and say 'This is no flattery.' quoth he 'thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do. Now. shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools. Left and abandoned of his velvet friends: ''Tis right'. indeed. Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. Sermons in stones. and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. And this our life. Should. these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. quoth he 'thus misery doth part The flux of company. and good in everything. Full of the pasture. being there alone. The melancholy Jaques grieves at that. into a thousand similes. Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brook. a careless herd. Which. But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle? FIRST LORD. for his weeping into the needless stream: 'Poor deer. The seasons' difference. DUKE SENIOR. Augmenting it with tears. and thus the hairy fool. and. To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood! To the which place a poor sequest'red stag. Did come to languish.

Yea. is also missing.And never stays to greet him. My lord. Your virtues. That youth is surely in their company. master. her attendants of her chamber. SECOND LORD. Hisperia. and in the morning early They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. court. bring his brother to me. to some kind of men Their graces serve them but as enemies? No more do yours. I'll bring you to him straight. Do this suddenly. you fat and greasy citizens. I cannot hear of any that did see her. 'Tis just the fashion. my lord. the Princess' gentlewoman. strong. The ladies. with LORDS FREDERICK. The DUKE'S palace Enter DUKE FREDERICK. Before OLIVER'S house Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. To fright the animals. What. my young master? O my gentle master! O my sweet master! O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! Why. For then he's full of matter. and to kill them up In their assign'd and native dwelling-place. DUKE SENIOR. gentle master. Know you not. weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. DUKE SENIOR. FIRST LORD. I'll make him find him. And let not search and inquisition quail To bring again these foolish runaways. Send to his brother. and valiant? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bonny prizer of the humorous Duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. fetch that gallant hither. Can it be possible that no man saw them? It cannot be. We did. Saw her abed. FREDERICK. and of this our life. Exeunt SCENE II. swearing that we Are mere usurpers. some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this. and what's worse. Wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?' Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of the country. Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles. at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh. I love to cope him in these sullen fits. And did you leave him in this contemplation? SECOND LORD. If he be absent. what make you here? Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you? And wherefore are you gentle. Show me the place. meeting ORLANDO. the roynish clown.' quoth Jaques 'Sweep on. . tyrants. Exeunt SCENE III. wherever they are gone. city. FIRST LORD. And she believes. Who's there? ADAM. 'Ay.

All this I give you. O unhappy youth! Come not within these doors. No matter whither. ADAM. Where none will sweat but for promotion. And unregarded age in corners thrown. Adam. what a world is this. we'll go along together. do not enter it. what's the matter? ADAM.Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. But. fear it. wouldst thou have me go? ADAM. it is not so with thee. Yet this I will not do. within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives. yet the sonYet not the son. poor old man. The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father. or know not what to do. And having that do choke their service up Even with the having. What. And you within it. Why. ORLANDO. When service sweat for duty. O. Frosty. how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world. yet I am strong and lusty. When service should in my old limbs lie lame. I overheard him and his practices. Or with a base and boist'rous sword enforce A thievish living on the common road? This I must do. O good old man. when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it! ORLANDO. providently caters for the sparrow. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter. I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood and bloody brother. I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities. do how I can. If he fail of that. no brother. Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility. ORLANDO. But do not so. wouldst thou have me go and beg my food. so you come not here. This is no place. Yea. this house is but a butchery. Let me go with you. ORLANDO. thou prun'st a rotten tree That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. but kindly. Take that. Let me be your servant. and He that doth the ravens feed. I will not call him son Of him I was about to call his fatherHath heard your praises. Why. Though I look old. I have five hundred crowns. He will have other means to cut you off. Your brother. Abhor it. For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. whither. and this night he means To burn the lodging where you use to lie. not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times.no. Which I did store to be my foster-nurse. Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold. And ere we have thy youthful wages spent . But come thy ways.

when I was at home I was in a better place. Or if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly. as my passion now makes me. And I mine. Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow. but now live here no more. I broke my sword upon a stone. Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress' praise. But at fourscore it is too late a week. yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you. go on. thou canst not guess. with truth and loyalty. As sure I think did never man love so. a young man and an old in solemn talk. Thou hast not lov'd. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Master. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek. and I remember the kissing of her batler. CORIN. good Touchstone. ROSALIND. From seventeen years till now almost four-score Here lived I. CELIA. ROSALIND. for I think you have no money in your purse. as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. be so. O Phebe. I remember.We'll light upon some settled low content. Corin. Thou hast not lov'd. poor shepherd! searching of thy wound. I have by hard adventure found mine own. I partly guess. How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? CORIN. Well. but I must comfort the weaker vessel. The Forest of Arden Enter ROSALIND for GANYMEDE. for I have lov'd ere now. now am I in Arden. thou didst then never love so heartily! If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into. if my legs were not weary. I cannot go no further. good Aliena. courage. Thou hast not lov'd. when I was in love. Ay. TOUCHSTONE. the more fool I. and I remember . but travellers must be content. SILVIUS. Or if thou hast not sat as I do now. I had rather bear with you than bear you. But if thy love were ever like to mine. For my part. Yet fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well and not my master's debtor. Enter CORIN and SILVIUS ROSALIND. CELIA for ALIENA. who comes here. being old. O. SILVIUS. SILVIUS. Alas. Phebe! Exit Silvius ROSALIND. Phebe. I pray you bear with me. I Care not for my spirits.. TOUCHSTONE. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel. O Jupiter. Exeunt SCENE IV. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. O Corin. Ay. and CLOWN alias TOUCHSTONE ROSALIND. and to cry like a woman. how weary are my spirits! TOUCHSTONE. No. that thou knew'st how I do love her! CORIN. TOUCHSTONE. Look you. therefore. and I will follow the To the last gasp. and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd. ADAM. this is the Forest of Arden. and bid him take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile.

I prithee. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? CORIN.' We that are true lovers run into strange capers. if you like upon report The soil. By reason of his absence. Jove. Good even to you. CORIN. come see. and giving her them again. if that love or gold Can in this desert place buy entertainment. ROSALIND. said with weeping tears 'Wear these for my sake. I pray thee. and OTHERS SONG . Your betters. pasture. Another part of the forest Enter AMIENS. I faint almost to death. CORIN. I like this place. That little cares for buying any thing. there is nothing That you will feed on. and at our sheepcote now. his cote. Besides. I will your very faithful feeder be. My master is of churlish disposition. TOUCHSTONE. And do not shear the fleeces that I graze. And to you. his flocks. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of. and to you all. Who calls? TOUCHSTONE. CELIA. Fair sir. TOUCHSTONE. My fortunes were more able to relieve her. I say.the wooing of peascod instead of her. Go with me. Buy thou the cottage. Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd. CORIN. I pray you. shepherd. but what is. ROSALIND. sir. Exeunt SCENE V. Assuredly the thing is to be sold. gentle sir. friend. Are now on sale. I pity her. so is all nature in love mortal in folly. and the flock. Peace. TOUCHSTONE. CORIN. and bounds of feed. ROSALIND. I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed. Else are they very wretched. Holla. but it grows something stale with me. one of you question yond man If he for gold will give us any food. and this kind of life. And buy it with your gold right suddenly. for her sake more than for mine own. you clown! ROSALIND. from whom I took two cods. Peace. And wish. And we will mend thy wages. ROSALIND. And willingly could waste my time in it. And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality. And in my voice most welcome shall you be. but as all is mortal in nature. JAQUES. CELIA. But I am shepherd to another man. And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. That young swain that you saw here but erewhile. the profit. And mine. Jove! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion. ROSALIND. Nay. And faints for succour. CORIN. fool. ROSALIND. he's not thy Ensman. if it stand with honesty.

Here shall he see Gross fools as he. come. JAQUES. sing. And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat. More. come hither. methinks have given him a penny. I'll go sleep. Call you 'em stanzos? AMIENS. ducdame. Leaving his wealth and ease A stubborn will to please. I care not for their names. and when a man thanks me heartily. more. if ever I thank any man. the Duke will drink under this tree. SONG [All together here] Who doth ambition shun. I can suck melancholy out of a song. AMIENS. More at your request than to please myself. AMIENS. More. JAQUES. And pleas'd with what he gets. Thus it goes: If it do come to pass That any man turn ass. It will make you melancholy. He is to disputable for my company. they owe me nothing. Come. warble. more. Come. come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. cover the while. JAQUES. Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. and he renders me the beggarly thanks. JAQUES. to call fools into a circle. I'll rail against all the . but that they call compliment is like th' encounter of two dog-apes. Come hither. What you will. I do desire you to sing. What's that 'ducdame'? JAQUES. JAQUES. AMIENS. as a weasel sucks eggs. More. I prithee. Ducdame. Monsieur Jaques. more. Well. JAQUES. Come. more. and make no boast of them. ducdame. He hath been all this day to look you. I'll thank you. Nay. Sirs. Come hither. AMIENS. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. but I give heaven thanks. Well then. I do not desire you to please me. I'll end the song. I'll give you a verse to this note that I made yesterday in despite of my invention. My voice is ragged. An if he will come to me. Monsieur Jaques. hold your tongues. AMIENS. Will you sing? AMIENS. I prithee. come hither. I prithee. if I cannot. more. I know I cannot please you. another stanzo. And I'll sing it. I thank it. And I have been all this day to avoid him. JAQUES. and you that will not. JAQUES. And loves to live i' th' sun.AMIENS. 'Tis a Greek invocation. Seeking the food he eats. if I can. I think of as many matters as he. come hither.

A motley fool. We shall have shortly discord in the spheres. I will give thee leave to die. Farewell. good Adam! Exeunt SCENE VII. we rot and rot. 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune. comfort a little. Enter DUKE SENIOR. AMIENS. Enter JAQUES FIRST LORD. If this uncouth forest yield anything savage. grow musical. sir. And so. He saves my labour by his own approach.' And then he drew a dial from his poke. Come. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. he is but even now gone hence. cheer thyself a little. The forest Enter ORLANDO and ADAM ADAM. And I'll go seek the Duke. Go seek him. hearing of a song. hold death awhile at the arm's end. I think he be transform'd into a beast. I met a fool. And thereby hangs a tale. 'Good morrow. I die for food! Here lie I down. The forest A table set out. FIRST LORD. a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest. And I did laugh sans intermission . My lungs began to crow like chanticleer That fools should be so deep contemplative. And then. you look merrily! JAQUES. from hour to hour. Dear master. Well said! thou look'st cheerly. but if thou diest before I come. his banquet is prepar'd. Yet thou liest in the bleak air. Thus we may see. fool. and if I bring thee not something to eat. That your poor friends must woo your company? What. Why. And. Exeunt severally SCENE VI. and measure out my grave. Why. I can go no further. If he.' quoth I. Cheerly. A miserable world! As I do live by food. Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun. O. I will here be with the presently. if there live anything in this desert. And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms. For I can nowhere find him like a man. 'No. Here was he merry.' When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time. from hour to hour. I will bear thee to some shelter. 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine. And after one hour more 'twill be eleven. 'It is ten o'clock. Adam! No greater heart in thee? Live a little. 'how the world wags. My lord. how now.first-born of Egypt. we ripe and ripe. thou art a mocker of my labour. Says very wisely.' quoth he. In good set terms. like outlaws DUKE SENIOR. tell him I would speak with him. DUKE SENIOR.and yet a motley fool.' quoth he. and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner. A fool. AMIENS. ORLANDO. looking on it with lack-lustre eye. and LORDS. compact of jars. For my sake be comfortable. DUKE SENIOR. and I'll be with thee quickly. monsieur! what a life is this. how now. I will either be food for it or bring it for food to thee. kind master.

if ladies be but young and fair. sir. And why. O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear. They have the gift to know it. Most Mischievous foul sin. And they that are most galled with my folly. Unclaim'd of any man. Why. who cries out on pride That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea. the which he vents In mangled forms. he hath strange places cramm'd With observation. would I do but good? DUKE SENIOR. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Not to seem senseless of the bob. DUKE SENIOR. They most must laugh. Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies. Invest me in my motley. DUKE SENIOR. JAQUES. Provided that you weed your better judgments Of all opinion that grows rank in them That I am wise. As sensual as the brutish sting itself. To blow on whom I please. And all th' embossed sores and headed evils That thou with license of free foot hast caught Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world. But who comes here? . Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage. although he smart. as large a charter as the wind. for a counter. Thou shalt have one. O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier. and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world. give me leave To speak my mind. When such a one as she such is her neighbour? Or what is he of basest function That says his bravery is not on my cost. must they so? The why is plain as way to parish church: He that a fool doth very wisely hit Doth very foolishly. JAQUES. And says. but therein suits His folly to the mettle of my speech? There then! how then? what then? Let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right. if not. It is my only suit. in chiding sin. Till that the wearer's very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name When that I say the city-woman bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders? Who can come in and say that I mean her. Then he hath wrong'd himself. What fool is this? JAQUES. Thinking that I mean him. JAQUES. If they will patiently receive my medicine. for so fools have. if he be free. What. DUKE SENIOR. The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool. I must have liberty Withal.An hour by his dial. O that I were a fool! I am ambitious for a motley coat. For thou thyself hast been a libertine. and in his brain.

Oppress'd with two weak evils. If ever you have look'd on better days. JAQUES. and let me have it. But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible. And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. And take upon command what help we have That to your wanting may be minist'red. yet arn I inland bred. till necessity be serv'd. And therefore sit you down in gentleness. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. Under the shade of melancholy boughs. Of what kind should this cock come of? DUKE SENIOR. If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear. Whiles. DUKE SENIOR. ORLANDO. Forbear. ORLANDO. Go find him out. I pray you. I almost die for food. I must die. JAQUES. I thank ye. and be blest for your good comfort! Exit DUKE SENIOR. DUKE SENIOR. In the which hope I blush. like a doe. I have eat none yet. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness. and wip'd our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engend'red. DUKE SENIOR. You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility. If ever sat at any good man's feast. Sit down and feed. And sat at good men's feasts. by thy distress? Or else a rude despiser of good manners. ORLANDO. He dies that touches any of this fruit Till I and my affairs are answered. And we will nothing waste till you return. That in civility thou seem'st so empty? ORLANDO. But forbear. and eat no more. Art thou thus bolden'd. . If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church. Why. and welcome to our table. Then but forbear your food a little while. I say. JAQUES. Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.Enter ORLANDO with his sword drawn ORLANDO. I thought that all things had been savage here. JAQUES. and hide my sword. man. Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time. And know some nurture. ORLANDO. I go to find my fawn. And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church. There is an old poor man Who after me hath many a weary step Limp'd in pure love. True is it that we have seen better days. And give it food. DUKE SENIOR. Speak you so gently? Pardon me. till he be first suffic'd. ORLANDO. An you will not be answer'd with reason. I will not touch a bit. And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied. Nor shalt not. age and hunger. All the world's a stage.

heigh-ho. good cousin. Full of wise saws and modern instances. Jealous in honour. Welcome. Full of strange oaths. with his satchel And shining morning face. sing. well sav'd. Thy tooth is not so keen. ORLANDO. sans eyes. Turning again toward childish treble. &c. Sighing like furnace. sudden and quick in quarrel. Although thy breath be rude. Welcome. In fair round belly with good capon lin'd. I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Give us some music. .And all the men and women merely players. As you have whisper'd faithfully you were. ADAM. Sans teeth. thou bitter sky. I thank you most for him. a world too wide For his shrunk shank. Heigh-ho! sing. blow. creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. freeze. and. Because thou art not seen. I will not trouble you As yet to question you about your fortunes. pipes And whistles in his sound. That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot. That ends this strange eventful history. And then the lover. most loving mere folly. His acts being seven ages. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon. thou winter wind. Is second childishness and mere oblivion. And one man in his time plays many parts. Most friendship is feigning. Then the whining school-boy. And so he plays his part. His youthful hose. Though thou the waters warp. Then a soldier. Set down your venerable burden. And let him feed. fall to. SONG Blow. Thy sting is not so sharp As friend rememb'red not. and bearded like the pard. Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. So had you need. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son. At first the infant. and his big manly voice. With spectacles on nose and pouch on side. With eyes severe and beard of formal cut. Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. Freeze. Re-enter ORLANDO with ADAM DUKE SENIOR. sans every thing. Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. the holly! This life is most jolly. with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Last scene of all. They have their exits and their entrances. Then. DUKE SENIOR. And then the justice. sans taste. DUKE SENIOR.

in witness of my love. it pleaseth me well. and turn him going. and that he that wants money. I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge. Hang there. Truly. And how like you this shepherd's life. Go to my cave and tell me. OLIVER. As it is a spare life. in respect of itself. it is tedious. And let me all your fortunes understand. the chaste. it fits my humour well. The forest Enter ORLANDO. and unexpressive she. means. it goes much against my stomach. sir. is without three good friends. The palace Enter DUKE FREDERICK. survey With thy chaste eye. But were I not the better part made mercy. I like it very well. The fair. but in respect it is not in the court. bring him dead or living Within this twelvemonth. SCENE I. that the property of rain is to wet. thrice-crowned Queen of Night. carve on every tree. O that your Highness knew my heart in this! I never lov'd my brother in my life. In respect that it is solitary. it is a very vile life. Be truly welcome hither. Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine Worth seizure do we seize into our hands. it is a good life. from thy pale sphere above. Run. And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands. That every eye which in this forest looks Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at ease he is. my verse. look you. . Give me your hand. Not see him since! Sir. Hast any philosophy in thee. push him out of doors. Support him by the arm. thou present. The residue of your fortune. or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory. Do this expediently. Exeunt ACT III. Thou art right welcome as thy master is. FREDERICK. Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth Of what we think against thee. but as there is no more plenty in it. Exit Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE CORIN. More villain thou. And in their barks my thoughts I'll character. but in respect that it is private. Good old man. Exeunt SCENE II. with a paper ORLANDO. shepherd? CORIN. it is nought. I am the Duke That lov'd your father. Now in respect it is in the fields.And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Most truly limn'd and living in your face. that cannot be. and content. OLIVER. Orlando. Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. but in respect that it is a shepherd's life. Master Touchstone? TOUCHSTONE. Seek him with candle. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books. But look to it: Find out thy brother wheresoe'er he is. run. Well. And thou. shepherd. and LORDS FREDERICK.

and sin is damnation. like an ill-roasted egg. CORIN. Shallow again. Such a one is a natural philosopher. TOUCHSTONE. and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to crooked-pated. Why. come. CORIN. CORIN. owe no man hate. Why.the very uncleanly flux of a cat. our hands are hard. No. I hope. shepherd? CORIN. come. For not being at court? Your reason. Not a whit. out of all reasonable match. TOUCHSTONE. CORIN. CORIN. and would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfum'd with civet. that courtesy would be uncleanly if courtiers were shepherds. Here comes young Master Ganymede. truly. Thou art in a parlous state. all on one side. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee. that good pasture makes fat sheep. TOUCHSTONE. Then thou art damn'd. cuckoldly ram. we are still handling our ewes. I say. reading a paper ROSALIND. come. if thou never wast at court thou never saw'st good manners. I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat. Touchstone. and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck. Nay. and wickedness is sin. Enter ROSALIND. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. to be bawd to a bell-wether. CORIN. TOUCHSTONE. and perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar. being mounted on the wind. Truly. That is another simple sin in you: to bring the ewes and the rams together. my new mistress's brother. and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle. glad of other men's good. old. No jewel is like Rosalinde. content with my harm. Besides. . or comes of a very dull kindred. if thou never saw'st good manners. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our sheep. Wast ever in court. TOUCHSTONE. If thou beest not damn'd for this. Most shallow man! thou worm's meat in respect of a good piece of flesh indeed! Learn of the wise. get that I wear. TOUCHSTONE. shepherd. TOUCHSTONE. shepherd. briefly. You have too courtly a wit for me. shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art raw. are greasy. I'll rest. TOUCHSTONE. Mend the instance. CORIN. CORIN. Why. the devil himself will have no shepherds. I cannot see else how thou shouldst scape. 'From the east to western Inde. A better instance. you know. Sir. Her worth. A more sounder instance. shallow. envy no man's happiness. and their fells. and that a great cause of the night is lack of the sun.and fire to burn. that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding. instance. TOUCHSTONE. thou art damn'd. You told me you salute not at the court. do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow. TOUCHSTONE. CORIN. but you kiss your hands. then thy manners must be wicked. Instance.

of violated vows 'Twixt the souls of friend and friend. and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Then it will be the earliest fruit i' th' country. fool! TOUCHSTONE. Therefore heaven Nature charg'd That one body should be fill'd With all graces wide-enlarg'd. Some. It is the right butter-women's rank to market. for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe. For a taste: If a hart do lack a hind. I'll graff it with you. If the cat will after kind. Such a nut is Rosalinde. CELIA. but not her heart. Let him seek out Rosalinde.' TOUCHSTONE. TOUCHSTONE. excepted. reading. let the forest judge. Nature presently distill'd Helen's cheek. Out. ROSALIND. Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show.Through all the world bears Rosalinde. But upon the fairest boughs. the tree yields bad fruit. . why do you infect yourself with them? ROSALIND. Teaching all that read to know The quintessence of every sprite Heaven would in little show. So be sure will Rosalinde. Then to cart with Rosalinde. I'll rhyme you so eight years together. This is the very false gallop of verses. Let no face be kept in mind But the fair of Rosalinde. You have said. and then I shall graff it with a medlar. They that reap must sheaf and bind. you dull fool! I found them on a tree. 'Why should this a desert be? For it is unpeopled? No. Enter CELIA. Sweetest nut hath sourest rind. Winter garments must be lin'd. Or at every sentence end. but whether wisely or no. He that sweetest rose will find Must find love's prick and Rosalinde. Will I Rosalinda write. So must slender Rosalinde. how brief the life of man Runs his erring pilgrimage. All the pictures fairest lin'd Are but black to Rosalinde. TOUCHSTONE. ROSALIND. Some. and sleeping hours. Peace. Peace! Here comes my sister. dinners. That the streching of a span Buckles in his sum of age. with a writing ROSALIND. Truly. stand aside. and suppers.

God will send more if the man will be thankful. TOUCHSTONE. How now! Back. I prithee now. and could not bear themselves without the verse. the feet might bear the verses. ROSALIND. O most gentle pulpiter! What tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal. Didst thou hear these verses? ROSALIND. and so encounter. Come. ROSALIND. about his neck. though not with bag and baggage. out of all whooping! ROSALIND. But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name should be hang'd and carved upon these trees? ROSALIND. and speak apace. Nay. I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth that I may drink thy tidings. but mountains may be remov'd with earthquakes. and never cried 'Have patience. eyes. Exeunt CORIN and TOUCHSTONE CELIA. Ay. yet with scrip and scrippage. Nay. CELIA. let us make an honourable retreat. most wonderful wonderful. Good my complexion! dost thou think. though I am caparison'd like a man. CELIA. Is it a man? CELIA. And a chain. O Lord. but the feet were lame. shepherd. I would thou could'st stammer. That's no matter. and yet again wonderful. Why. go off a little. I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder before you came. CELIA. if thou delay me not the . which I can hardly remember. sirrah. ROSALIND.' ROSALIND.' CELIA. and after that. Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet. as wine comes out of narrow-mouth'd bottleeither too much at once or none at all. yes. good people. Is it possible? ROSALIND. shepherd. he hath but a little beard. I was never so berhym'd since Pythagoras' time that I was an Irish rat. O wonderful. and therefore stood lamely in the verse. and hearts. I prithee tell me who is it quickly. Atalanta's better part. And I to live and die her slave. who? CELIA. Nay. for look here what I found on a palm-tree. tell me who it is. CELIA. I prithee. Trow you who hath done this? ROSALIND. Thus Rosalinde of many parts By heavenly synod was devis'd. wonderful. but who is it? CELIA. O. for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear. Let me stay the growth of his beard. Is he of God's making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat or his chin worth a beard? CELIA. that you once wore. Change you colour? ROSALIND. with most petitionary vehemence. To have the touches dearest priz'd. I have a doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch of delay more is a South Sea of discovery. and more too. that thou mightst pour this conceal'd man out of thy mouth. Sad Lucretia's modesty. CELIA. Heaven would that she these gifts should have. go with him. I heard them all. friends. So you may put a man in your belly.Cleopatra's majesty. Of many faces. ROSALIND.

ROSALIND. when it drops forth such fruit. CELIA. JAQUES. And so had I. ROSALIND. . Orlando? CELIA. I thank you too for your society. There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christen'd. ROSALIND. but yet. CELIA. JAQUES. JAQUES. just. I would sing my song without a burden. O. ORLANDO. that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant. God buy you. I do not like her name. 'tis he. To say ay and no to these particulars is more than to answer in a catechism. stretch'd along like a wounded knight. it curvets unseasonably. ominous! he comes to kill my heart. It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover. and in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled? CELIA. I do desire we may be better strangers. Yes. CELIA. I thank you for your company. Soft! comes he not here? Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES ROSALIND. Just as high as my heart. Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and hose? What did he when thou saw'st him? What said he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him again? Answer me in one word. It is young Orlando. But doth he know that I am in this forest. ROSALIND. What stature is she of? ORLANDO. Nay. good faith. thou bring'st me out of tune. it well becomes the ground. There lay he. good madam. Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO. let's meet as little as we can. Though it be pity to see such a sight. JAQUES. I prithee. I found him under a tree. ORLANDO. Sweet. Proceed. and note him. but. CELIA. slink by. JAQUES. I pray you mar no more of my verses with reading them ill-favouredly. but take a taste of my finding him. ROSALIND. Give me audience. 'Tis he. Cry 'Holla' to thy tongue. Do you not know I am a woman? When I think. I pray you mar no more trees with writing love songs in their barks. but the devil take mocking! Speak sad brow and true maid. It may well be call'd Jove's tree. ROSALIND. I had as lief have been myself alone. CELIA. for fashion sake. ROSALIND. He was furnish'd like a hunter. ROSALIND. CELIA. CELIA. JAQUES.knowledge of his chin. I must speak. You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first. ORLANDO. like a dropp'd acorn. I' faith. You bring me out. say on. coz. 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's size. Orlando. CELIA. ROSALIND. ORLANDO. and relish it with good observance.

These Time ambles withal. and you shall see him. good Monsieur Melancholy. ORLANDO. if the interim be but a se'nnight. Exit JAQUES ROSALIND. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives. Where dwell you. With a priest that lacks Latin and a rich man that hath not the gout. ORLANDO. And why not the swift foot of Time? Had not that been as proper? ROSALIND. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. and who he stands still withal. You have a nimble wit. With lawyers in the vacation. good Signior Love. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.JAQUES. ORLANDO. who doth he trot withal? ROSALIND. for the one sleeps easily because he cannot study. By no means. Not so. Then there is no true lover in the forest. ORLANDO. Marry. ORLANDO. pretty youth? . I'll tarry no longer with you. You should ask me what time o' day. Who doth he gallop withal? ROSALIND. Who ambles Time withal? ROSALIND. ORLANDO. By my troth. Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher. else sighing every minute and groaning every hour would detect the lazy foot of Time as well as a clock. from whence you have studied your questions. what is't o'clock? ORLANDO. Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven year. The worst fault you have is to be in love. I pray you. who Time trots withal. there's no clock in the forest. sir. and conn'd them out of rings? ORLANDO. adieu. JAQUES. he trots hard with a young maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemniz'd. Who stays it still withal? ROSALIND. who Time gallops withal.Do you hear.. [Aside to CELIA] I will speak to him like a saucy lackey. the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning. I will chide no breather in the world but myself. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal. JAQUES. farewell. and the other lives merrily because he feels no pain. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail against our mistress the world. I think 'twas made of Atalanta's heels. With a thief to the gallows. for they sleep between term and term. I was seeking for a fool when I found you. ORLANDO. the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury. and all our misery. ORLANDO. ORLANDO. and under that habit play the knave with him. There I shall see mine own figure. but I answer you right painted cloth. forester? ORLANDO. Very well. against whom I know most faults. ROSALIND. I am glad of your departure. JAQUES. JAQUES. He is drown'd in the brook. JAQUES. I prithee. ORLANDO. ORLANDO. I am weary of you. look but in. for though he go as softly as foot can fall. You are full of pretty answers. what would you? ROSALIND. he thinks himself too soon there. and then they perceive not how Time moves.

and. ORLANDO. they were all like one another as halfpence are. but indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak. are you he that hangs the verses on the trees wherein Rosalind is so admired? ORLANDO. I tell you. every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner. With this shepherdess. I am he that is so love-shak'd. your shoe untied. But. here in the skirts of the forest. one that knew courtship too well. your sleeve unbutton'd. I warrant. ROSALIND. you are rather point-device in your accoutrements. As the coney that you see dwell where she is kindled. for there he fell in love. but I pardon you for that. I have been told so of many. all. ORLANDO. Are you native of this place? ROSALIND. which you have not. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much. deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.ROSALIND. If I could meet that fancy-monger. Can you remember any of the principal evils that he laid to the charge of women? ROSALIND. ORLANDO. ROSALIND. ROSALIND. and I thank God I am not a woman. What were his marks? ROSALIND. Me believe it! You may as soon make her that you love believe it. ORLANDO. I would give him some good counsel. like fringe upon a petticoat. he taught me how to know a man in love. hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on brambles. which you have not. deifying the name of Rosalind. an unquestionable spirit. which. ORLANDO. I am that he. Love is merely a madness. your bonnet unbanded. Then your hose should be ungarter'd. That is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. to be touch'd with so many giddy offences as he hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal. ORLANDO. Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in so removed a dwelling. that unfortunate he. in good sooth. ROSALIND. I would I could make thee believe I love. But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak? ORLANDO. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you. A lean cheek. a beard neglected. Yet I profess curing it by counsel. ORLANDO. and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. youth. which you have not. There is a man haunts the forest that abuses our young plants with carving 'Rosalind' on their barks. which you have not. But you are no such man. I swear to thee. There were none principal. for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him. Did you ever cure any so? . I prithee recount some of them. as loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other. for simply your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue. forsooth. I pray you tell me your remedy. and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too. No. ROSALIND. she is apter to do than to confess she does. I will not cast away my physic but on those that are sick. by the white hand of Rosalind. Fair youth. who was in his youth an inland man. I have heard him read many lectures against it. ORLANDO. a blue eye and sunken. my sister. ROSALIND.

it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. by the faith of my love. being but a moonish youth. if you would but call me Rosalind. as boys and women are for the most part cattle of this colour. now. Nay. Well. unless thou wert hard-favour'd. JAQUES. truly. now weep for him. if thou wert a poet. his mistress. The forest Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. He was to imagine me his love. and in this manner. will you go? Exeunt SCENE III. JAQUES behind TOUCHSTONE. honest Ovid. I will. Come. sister. Truly. Would you not have me honest? TOUCHSTONE. Is it honest in deed and word? Is it a true thing? TOUCHSTONE. though I thank the gods I am foul. for every passion something and for no passion truly anything. I would the gods had made thee poetical. now loathe him. would now like him. to forswear the full stream of the world and to live in a nook merely monastic.ROSALIND. and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart. good youth. [Aside] A material fool! AUDREY. and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were to put good meat into an unclean dish. youth. and come every day to my cote and woo me. and therefore I pray the gods make me honest. longing and liking. I would not be cured. by the way. then spit at him. and what they swear in poetry may be said as lovers they do feign. I will fetch up your goats. . for honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar. shallow. then forswear him. Your features! Lord warrant us! What features? TOUCHSTONE. AUDREY. that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love to a living humour of madness. was among the Goths. Tell me where it is. then. apish. Yes. JAQUES. and I'll show it you. full of smiles. ORLANDO. and lovers are given to poetry. Audrey. truly. as the most capricious poet. I do. at which time would I. Go with me to it. grieve. inconstant. proud. I am not fair. And thus I cur'd him. nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child understanding. truly. AUDREY. am I the man yet? Doth my simple feature content you? AUDREY. good Audrey. ROSALIND. Will you go? ORLANDO. then entertain him. No. AUDREY. one. for thou swear'st to me thou art honest. which was. ROSALIND. and I set him every day to woo me. No. I am here with thee and thy goats. that there shall not be one spot of love in 't. full of tears. I do not know what 'poetical' is. you must call me Rosalind. worse than Jove in a thatch'd house! TOUCHSTONE. TOUCHSTONE. that the gods had made me poetical? TOUCHSTONE. And how. With all my heart. I would cure you. changeable. Audrey. AUDREY. ROSALIND. I am not a slut. Come apace. Truly. Do you wish. and. ORLANDO. be effeminate. When a man's verses cannot be understood. you shall tell me where in the forest you live. I might have some hope thou didst feign. fantastical. [Aside] O knowledge ill-inhabited. for the truest poetry is the most feigning. Now.

for he is not like to marry me well. sluttishness may come hereafter. Will you dispatch us here under this tree. But what though? Courage! As horns are odious. NotO sweet Oliver. Good even. A man may. being a man of your breeding. TOUCHSTONE. and to couple us. O brave Oliver. stagger in this attempt. 'tis none of his own getting. Well. no assembly but horn-beasts. TOUCHSTONE. good Master Oliver. so wedlock would be nibbling. JAQUES. Enter SIR OLIVER MARTEXT Sir Oliver Martext. Leave me not behind thee. for here we have no temple but the wood. I am very glad to see you. Horns? Even so. warp. I will marry thee. or shall we go with you to your chapel? MARTEXT. she must be given. Farewell. JAQUES. and AUDREY . the vicar of the next village. As the ox hath his bow. as a wall'd town is more worthier than a village. I will not take her on gift of any man. then one of you will prove a shrunk panel. and as pigeons bill.' Right! Many a man has good horns and knows no end of them. sir? You are very well met. I say.TOUCHSTONE. pray be cover'd. Will you be married. Here comes Sir Oliver. the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal. the horse his curb. and the falcon her bells. Nay. and not being well married. Well. Begone. and like green timber warp. and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Martext. JAQUES. you are well met. Is there none here to give the woman? TOUCHSTONE. like a beggar? Get you to church and have a good priest that can tell you what marriage is. sir. proceed. sir. MARTEXT. so man hath his desires. Poor men alone? No. It is said: 'Many a man knows no end of his goods. But be it as it may be. so is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor. Even a toy in hand here. We must be married or we must live in bawdry. it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife. I'll give her. TOUCHSTONE. they are necessary. Come. by so much is horn more precious than to want. no. sweet Audrey. JAQUES. And will you. Go thou with me. ButWind away. this fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot. [Aside] I would fain see this meeting. I will not to wedding with thee. how do you. Truly. motley? TOUCHSTONE. [Discovering himself] Proceed. the gods give us joy! TOUCHSTONE. and let me counsel thee. Exeunt JAQUES. good Master What-ye-call't. [Aside] I am not in the mind but I were better to be married of him than of another. Well. be married under a bush. Is the single man therefore blessed? No. or the marriage is not lawful. Goddild you for your last company. who hath promis'd to meet me in this place of the forest. AUDREY. TOUCHSTONE. and by how much defence is better than no skill. praised be the gods for thy foulness. that is the dowry of his wife. if he were of a fearful heart. Amen. JAQUES.

You have heard him swear downright he was. Mistress and master. swears brave oaths. Marry. ROSALIND. The forest Enter ROSALIND and CELIA ROSALIND. the very ice of chastity is in them. As good cause as one would desire. as a puny tilter. therefore weep. ne'er a fantastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling. A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously. I will weep. and had much question with him. But why did he swear he would come this morning. Something browner than Judas's. ROSALIND. Who you saw sitting by me on the turf. Yes. certainly. If you will see a pageant truly play'd Between the pale complexion of true love And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain. He asked me of what parentage I was. I met the Duke yesterday. He attends here in the forest on the Duke. An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour. If you will mark it. ROSALIND. Never talk to me. Go hence a little. 'Tis no matter. ROSALIND. O. Exit SCENE IV. Yes. I told him. the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster. when he is in. besides. I prithee. ROSALIND. ROSALIND. Nay. you have oft enquired After the shepherd that complain'd of love. his kisses are Judas's own children. I' faith. Well. CELIA. they are both the confirmer of false reckonings. ROSALIND. But have I not cause to weep? CELIA. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. quite traverse. of as good as he. I do think him as concave as covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut. but I think he is not in. Who comes here? Enter CORIN CORIN. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread. that's a brave man! He writes brave verses. that spurs his horse but on one side. His very hair is of the dissembling colour. CELIA. CELIA. CELIA. ROSALIND. ROSALIND.MARTEXT. and I shall conduct you. But what talk we of fathers when there is such a man as Orlando? CELIA. Do. But all's brave that youth mounts and folly guides. but for his verity in love. and what of him? CORIN. and breaks them bravely. his hair is of a good colour. breaks his staff like a noble goose. Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess That was his mistress. so he laugh'd and let me go. 'Was' is not 'is'. your father. CELIA. but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man. speaks brave words. Not true in love? CELIA. and comes not? CELIA. . there is no truth in him. I think he is not a pick-purse nor a horse-stealer. CELIA. athwart the heart of his lover. Do you think so? CELIA.

O. ROSALIND. to say mine eyes are murderers. Or. and very probable. The common executioner. hurt thee not. sure. But till that time Come not thou near me. Whose heart th' accustom'd sight of death makes hard. why. come. proud mistress. PHEBE. Who shut their coward gates on atomies. Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye. Lie not. I would not be thy executioner. and all at once. for shame. Over the wretched? What though you have no beautyAs.as that ever may be nearYou meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy. 'Od's my little life. what means this? Why do you look on me? I see no more in you than in the ordinary Of nature's sale-work. Another part of the forest Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE SILVIUS. that are the frail'st and softest things. That you insult. and when that time comes. SILVIUS. I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bedMust you be therefore proud and pitiless? Why. let us remove! The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. butchers. now let them kill thee. Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee. O. Bring us to this sight. for I would not injure thee. but now mine eyes. If ever. The cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palm some moment keeps. now fall down. 'Tis pretty. Sweet Phebe. and there remains Some scar of it. As till that time I shall not pity thee. do not scorn me. I pray you? Who might be your mother. Phebe. there is not force in eyes That can do hurt. Which I have darted at thee. for shame. Nor. I think she means to tangle my eyes too! No faith. and you shall say I'll prove a busy actor in their play. Then shall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make. CELIA. do not. Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck But first begs pardon. exult.ROSALIND. Afflict me with thy mocks. but say not so In bitterness. at a distance PHEBE. And if mine eyes can wound. Should be call'd tyrants. if thou canst not. murderers! Now I do frown on thee with all my heart. lean upon a rush. Exeunt SCENE V. . Will you sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops? Enter ROSALIND. [Advancing] And why. pity me not. O dear Phebe. and CORIN. Now counterfeit to swoon. Scratch thee but with a pin. Say that you love me not. I fly thee. hope not after it. That eyes. by my faith. I am sure.

wherefore do you follow her. relief would be. So holy and so perfect is my love. SILVIUS. PHEBE. Why. Ha! what say'st thou. puffing with wind and rain? You are a thousand times a properer man Than she a woman. Thy company. I like you not. Will you go. sister. PHEBE. know yourself. shepherd. Sweet Phebe. Your bugle eyeballs. you are not for all markets. look on him better. PHEBE. nor your cheek of cream. which erst was irksome to me. Sweet youth. and CORIN PHEBE. mistress. Thou hast my love. that were covetousness. Exeunt ROSALIND. But since that thou canst talk of love so well. For I am falser than vows made in wine. 'Tis not her glass. And be not proud. But do not look for further recompense Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd. Dead shepherd. I pray you chide a year together. If you will know my house. And out of you she sees herself more proper Than any of her lineaments can show her. So take her to thee. I pray you do not fall in love with me. Why look you so upon me? PHEBE. . That can entame my spirits to your worship. PHEBE. ply her hard. Foul is most foul. Sweet Phebe. but you. to our flock. and I'll employ thee too. And thank heaven. your black silk hair. Silvius? SILVIUS. I'll sauce her with bitter words. as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks. And I in such a poverty of grace. for a good man's love. By giving love. and she'll fall in love with my anger. love him. For I must tell you friendly in your ear: Sell when you can. Down on your knees. though all the world could see. I had rather hear you chide than this man woo. I will endure. SILVIUS. ROSALIND. Besides. Like foggy south. your sorrow and my grief Were both extermin'd. You foolish shepherd. If you do sorrow at my grief in love. Shepherdess. Silvius.'Tis not your inky brows. sister? Shepherd. Cry the man mercy. For no ill will I bear you. PHEBE. pity me. 'Tis at the tuft of olives here hard by. take his offer. ROSALIND. Wherever sorrow is. that flatters her. If it be so. I would have you. gentle Silvius. being foul to be a scoffer. is not that neighbourly? SILVIUS. And yet it is not that I bear thee love. Why. now I find thy saw of might: 'Who ever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight?' SILVIUS. Come. Fare you well. But. 'Tis such fools as you That makes the world full of ill-favour'd children. fasting. I arn sorry for thee. Come. CELIA. the time was that I hated thee. None could be so abus'd in sight as he. He's fall'n in love with your foulness.

yet he talks well. Those that are in extremity of either are abominable . I marvel why I answer'd not again. for my part. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. And thou shalt bear it. I love him not. he's proud. I will be bitter with him and passing short. now I am rememb'red. JAQUES. nor hate him not. There be some women. A little riper and more lusty red Than that mix'd in his cheek. and yet I have more cause to hate him than to love him. Silvius. The matter's in my head and in my heart. let me be better acquainted with thee. INC. with all my heart. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. The forest Enter ROSALIND. ROSALIND. I'll write to him a very taunting letter. PHEBE. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. and JAQUES JAQUES. I'll write it straight.>> ACT IV. pretty youth. but I have met him oft. I am so. loose now and then A scatt'red smile. would have gone near To fall in love with him..That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps. And. scorn'd at me. And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds That the old carlot once was master of. But what care I for words? Yet words do well When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. Not very well. He'll make a proper man. his eye did heal it up. and yet his pride becomes him. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. but. yet for his years he's tall. But. They say you are a melancholy fellow. had they mark'd him In parcels as I did. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile? SILVIUS. and yet 'tis well. and that I'll live upon. CELIA. ROSALIND. Silvius? SILVIUS. He is not very tall.not very pretty. though I ask for him. For what had he to do to chide at me? He said mine eyes were black. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. 'Tis but a peevish boy. and faster than his tongue Did make offence. sure. It is a pretty youth. PHEBE. Think not I love him. I prithee. wilt thou. The best thing in him Is his complexion. and my hair black. 'twas just the difference Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask. His leg is but so-so. But that's all one: omittance is no quittance. Phebe. There was a pretty redness in his lip. I do love it better than laughing. PHEBE. Silvius. Go with me. SCENE I.

but it is a melancholy of mine own. Why then. then. Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts. nor the musician's. nor the lover's. and prevents the slander of his wife. and break but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love. Come. It pleases him to call you so. ORLANDO. the sundry contemplation of my travels. Nay. extracted from many objects. Monsieur Traveller. I would kiss before I spoke. which is all these. nor the soldier's. how now. . for though he comes slowly. which is politic. Pardon me. and betray themselves to every modern censure worse than drunkards. then to have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands. I had as lief be woo'd of a snail. Virtue is no horn-maker. dear Rosalind! JAQUES. be out of love with your nativity. which is emulation. you have great reason to be sad. ROSALIND. ROSALIND. [Exit JAQUES] Why. nor the lawyer's. Why. come no more in my sight. What would you say to me now. indeed. but I'll warrant him heart-whole. than you make a woman. Good day.fellows. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's. I have gain'd my experience. JAQUES. I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. JAQUES. but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you. I have neither the scholar's melancholy. or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. Ay. and happiness. Of a snail! ROSALIND. he brings his destiny with him. an you be so tardy. ORLANDO. Farewell. Yes. which is fantastical. which is ambitious. ORLANDO. ROSALIND. JAQUES. look you lisp and wear strange suits. I come within an hour of my promise.and to travel for it too. Orlando! where have you been all this while? You a lover! An you serve me such another trick. My fair Rosalind. of a snail. And your experience makes you sad. A traveller! By my faith. nor the courtier's. which such as you are fain to be beholding to your wives for. for now I am in a holiday humour. but he comes armed in his fortune. and. it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapp'd him o' th' shoulder. woo me. horns. ORLANDO. ORLANDO. which is proud. Nay. Enter ORLANDO ROSALIND. I think. compounded of many simples. 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. ROSALIND. What's that? ROSALIND. and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are. disable all the benefits of your own country. which is nice. ROSALIND. 'tis good to be a post. nor the lady's. never come in my sight more. God buy you. woo me. an you talk in blank verse. and my Rosalind is virtuous. ROSALIND. an I were your very very Rosalind? ORLANDO. CELIA. he carries his house on his head. dear Rosalind. ORLANDO. And I am your Rosalind. ROSALIND.a better jointure. and like enough to consent. besides. Why.

but. though Hero had turn'd nun. and for lovers lacking. for. Ay. ROSALIND. ROSALIND. and he is one of the patterns of love. Then you must say 'I take thee. Troilus had his brains dash'd out with a Grecian club. good youth. What sayest thou? ROSALIND. faith. I might ask you for your commission. Am not I your Rosalind? ORLANDO. and when you were gravell'd for lack of matter. of my suit? ROSALIND. I protest. There's a girl goes before the priest. Leander. Why then. CELIA. Well. And wilt thou have me? ROSALIND. ORLANDO. Why. Orlando. Nay. Give me your hand. Then. Orlando'CELIA. ROSALIND. and twenty such. Ay. marry us. I take some joy to say you are. can one desire too much of a good thing? Come. I will grant it. and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was. he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont. in a love-cause. videlicet. but when? ORLANDO. you might take occasion to kiss. Orlando. and worms have eaten them. being before his beloved mistress? ROSALIND.ROSALIND. the cleanliest shift is to kiss. for wife. ORLANDO. ROSALIND. ORLANDO. What. Not out of your apparel. sister? ORLANDO. . Orlando. ROSALIND. as fast as she can marry us. or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit. Are you not good? ORLANDO. for wife. Yes. But come. But these are all lies: men have died from time to time. I hope so. and all.I do take thee. ORLANDO. if it had not been for a hot midsummer night. and. and marry us. Pray thee. you shall be the priest. ROSALIND.matter. Who could be out. have to wife this Rosalind? ORLANDO. ORLANDO. By this hand. and yet out of your suit. you were better speak first. but not for love. Then love me. being taken with the cramp. ROSALIND. he would have liv'd many a fair year.Hero of Sestos. if I were your mistress. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind. Rosalind. will I. faith.God warn us!. her frown might kill me. I cannot say the words. die by attorney. and ask me what you will. in her person. and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person. I die. The poor world is almost six thousand years old. and there begins new matter. You must begin 'Will you. I say I will not have you. because I would be talking of her. What do you say. I take thee.' ORLANDO. for my husband. No. they will spit. now. was drown'd. that should you. Rosalind. ROSALIND. for. yet he did what he could to die before. Rosalind. ROSALIND. How if the kiss be denied? ROSALIND. when they are out. ORLANDO. now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition. Go to. Will you. ORLANDO. Then she puts you to entreaty. I will. sister. it will not kill a fly. ORLANDO. Fridays and Saturdays. Very good orators. Marry. in mine own person.

whither wilt?' ROSALIND. men are April when they woo. With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind. that may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful. I will leave thee. but the sky changes when they are wives. so. ORLANDO. she will do as I do. certainly. he might say 'Wit. like Diana in the fountain. Marry. and it will out at the casement. Ay. and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind. that woman that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion. Now tell me how long you would have her. and I will do that when you are dispos'd to be merry. Adieu. and so God mend me. unless you take her without her tongue. Ay. You have simply misus'd our sex in your love-prate. .and. Say 'a day' without the 'ever. But will my Rosalind do so? ROSALIND. to say she came to seek you there. adieu. ROSALIND. coz. Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders. that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded. ROSALIND. Well. Orlando. and that when thou are inclin'd to sleep. a woman's thought runs before her actions. December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids. the waywarder. ORLANDO. go your ways. after you have possess'd her. more clamorous than a parrot against rain. go your ways. they are wing'd. 'Tis but one cast away. and I thought no less. Alas.' No. The wiser. I will weep for nothing. ORLANDO. and let Time try. let her never nurse her child herself. my friends told me as much. ORLANDO. And what wit could wit have to excuse that? ROSALIND. ROSALIND. For these two hours. I will think you the most pathetical break-promise. no. Or else she could not have the wit to do this. For ever and a day. coz. O coz. 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest. I knew what you would prove. A man that had a wife with such a wit. Exit ORLANDO CELIA. By my troth. more new-fangled than an ape. Make the doors upon a woman's wit. and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous. ORLANDO. ORLANDO. more giddy in my desires than a monkey. Therefore beware my censure. and the most hollow lover. and 'twill out at the key-hole. and so. We must have your doublet and hose pluck'd over your head. I cannot lack thee two hours! ORLANDO. I will laugh like a hyen. I must attend the Duke at dinner. ROSALIND. come death! Two o'clock is your hour? ORLANDO. by two o'clock I will be with thee again. That flattering tongue of yours won me. stop that. and in good earnest. ROSALIND. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen. O. if you break one jot of your promise. O. So do all thoughts. you might keep that check for it. ROSALIND. shut that. Nay. By my life. sweet Rosalind. ROSALIND. You shall never take her without her answer. dear love. my pretty little coz. till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed. or come one minute behind your hour. but she is wise. and keep your promise. Rosalind. ORLANDO. for she will breed it like a fool! ORLANDO. ROSALIND.

my affection hath an unknown bottom. The forest Enter JAQUES and LORDS. No. It bears an angry tenour. so it make noise enough. JAQUES. Why writes she so to me? Well. in the habit of foresters JAQUES. 'Od's my will! Her love is not the hare that I do hunt. ROSALIND. The forest Enter ROSALIND and CELIA ROSALIND. that same wicked bastard of Venus. I'll tell thee. and is gone forth. Thy father's father wore it. he hath ta'en his bow and arrows. I am but as a guiltless messenger. Pardon me. Enter SILVIUS SILVIUS. and that she could not love me. JAQUES. that blind rascally boy. SONG. And I'll sleep. Sing it. CELIA. I know not the contents. This is a letter of your own device. Aliena. for this purpose? LORD. I warrant you. and sigh till he come. My errand is to you. bottomless. the lusty horn. Were man as rare as Phoenix. Look. The horn. Bear this. because his own are out. that I lack manners. as I guess By the stern brow and waspish action Which she did use as she was writing of it. My gentle Phebe did bid me give you this. like the Bay of Portugal. She calls me proud.to sleep. Patience herself would startle at this letter. Sir. the horn. sir. How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock? And here much Orlando! CELIA. and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head for a branch of victory. Let's present him to the Duke. shepherd. Or rather. Exeunt SCENE II. She says I am not fair. well. Yes. It was a crest ere thou wast born. Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. Which is he that killed the deer? LORD. that was begot of thought. fair youth. it was I. that as fast as you pour affection in. CELIA. conceiv'd of spleen. like a Roman conqueror. but. and born of madness. it runs out.let him be judge how deep I am in love. And thy father bore it. [The rest shall hear this burden:] Then sing him home. Have you no song. Take thou no scorn to wear the horn. What shall he have that kill'd the deer? His leather skin and horns to wear. Exeunt SCENE III. ROSALIND. 'tis no matter how it be in tune. forester. I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando. . bear all. I'll go find a shadow. that abuses every one's eyes. And play the swaggerer. who comes here. with pure love and troubled brain.

I charge her to love thee. So please you. to make thee an instrument. Come. ROSALIND. I verily did think That her old gloves were on. She Phebes me: mark how the tyrant writes. Exit SILVIUS Enter OLIVER . 'If the scorn of your bright eyne Have power to raise such love in mine. 'Why. Why. SILVIUS. for I see love hath made thee tame snake. poor shepherd! ROSALIND. I did love. I will never have her unless thou entreat for her. Call you this chiding? CELIA.but that's no matter. and play false strains upon thee! Not to be endur'd! Well. That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?' Can a woman rail thus? SILVIUS. if she will not. I know not the contents. ROSALIND. She has a huswife's hand. blacker in their effect Than in their countenance. And then I'll study how to die.' Meaning me a beast. I saw her hand. go your way to her. and not a word. Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?' Did you ever hear such railing? 'Whiles the eye of man did woo me. A style for challengers. Alack. [Reads] 'Art thou god to shepherd turn'd. for I never heard it yet. for here comes more company. Whether that thy youth and kind Will the faithful offer take Of me and all that I can make. but 'twas her hands. I protest. he deserves no pity. And by him seal up thy mind. I say she never did invent this letter: This is a man's invention. Phebe did write it. ROSALIND. Will you hear the letter? SILVIUS.SILVIUS. Such Ethiope words. and his hand. A freestone-colour'd hand. No. Or else by him my love deny. And turn'd into the extremity of love.' SILVIUS. 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style. Alas. in me what strange effect Would they work in mild aspect! Whiles you chid me. come. Women's gentle brain Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention. she has a leathern hand. Wilt thou love such a woman? What. she defies me. Sure. and say this to herthat if she love me. Like Turk to Christian. thy godhead laid apart. Call you this railing? ROSALIND. That could do no vengeance to me. you are a fool. Why. How then might your prayers move! He that brings this love to the Little knows this love in me. If you be a true lover. it is hers. hence. Do you pity him? No.

I am. for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead. And he did render him the most unnatural That liv'd amongst men. For well I know he was unnatural. pacing through the forest. About his neck A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself. But. head on ground. .OLIVER. the woman low. and bestows himself Like a ripe sister. and where. When that the sleeping man should stir. down in the neighbour bottom. under which bush's shade A lioness. I pray you. with catlike watch. pray you. o'ergrown with hair. but suddenly. West of this place. Orlando did approach the man. This handkercher was stain'd. it unlink'd itself. And high top bald with dry antiquity. if you will know of me What man I am. his elder brother. I have heard him speak of that same brother.' Are not you The owner of the house I did inquire for? CELIA. being ask'd. Twice did he turn his back. And well he might so do. Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. Under an oak. And with indented glides did slip away Into a bush. And found it was his brother. What must we understand by this? OLIVER. whose boughs were moss'd with age. to Orlando: did he leave him there. And to that youth he calls his Rosalind He sends this bloody napkin. O. Are you he? ROSALIND. Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees? CELIA. He left a promise to return again Within an hour. and how. and. If that an eye may profit by a tongue. And browner than her brother. and purpos'd so. Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? OLIVER. with udders all drawn dry. and such years: 'The boy is fair. Lay sleeping on his back. to say we are. Good morrow. Orlando doth commend him to you both. But at this hour the house doth keep itself. tell it. if you know. There's none within. But kindness. A wretched ragged man. CELIA. When last the young Orlando parted from you. Lay couching. CELIA. Lo. and why. Of female favour. ROSALIND. The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream Left on your right hand brings you to the place. OLIVER. OLIVER. OLIVER. Who with her head nimble in threats approach'd The opening of his mouth. what befell! He threw his eye aside. It is no boast. This seen. Some of my shame. And mark what object did present itself. nobler ever than revenge. Then should I know you by descriptionSuch garments. Seeing Orlando. fair ones. OLIVER.

and here upon his arm The lioness had torn some flesh away. Good sir. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. Who quickly fell before him. take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man. ROSALIND. but. youth. I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited. pray you draw homewards. Be of good cheer. [ROSALIND swoons] CELIA. being strong at heart. commend my counterfeiting to him. OLIVER. how now. He sent me hither. Made him give battle to the lioness. after some small space. but. You a man! You lack a man's heart. I would I were at home. Was't you he rescu'd? CELIA.And nature. Rosalind. That will I. Brief. go with us. And cried. for I must bear answer back How you excuse my brother. betwixt us two. Counterfeit. Will you go? Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM . I confess it. ROSALIND. Who gave me fresh array and entertainment. This was not counterfeit. ROSALIND. you look paler and paler. OLIVER. There is more in it. Well then. ROSALIND. By and by. I do so. ROSALIND. But for the bloody napkin? OLIVER. will you take him by the arm? OLIVER. Which all this while had bled. Dy'd in his blood. I pray you. in fainting. stranger as I am. I shall devise something. since my conversion So sweetly tastes. So I do. a body would think this was well counterfeited. We'll lead you thither. Who led me instantly unto his cave. i' faith. upon Rosalind. When from the first to last. 'Twas I. that you might excuse His broken promise. CELIA. in which hurtling From miserable slumber I awak'd. and to give this napkin. Ah. sirrah. And. CELIA. there is too great testimony in your complexion that it was a passion of earnest. ROSALIND. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? OLIVER. CELIA. Committing me unto my brother's love. I pray you. he recovers. I recover'd him. There stripp'd himself. Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd. bound up his wound. Heigh-ho! OLIVER. I do not shame To tell you what I was. being the thing I am. Come. he led me to the gentle Duke. and now he fainted. To tell this story. Ganymede! sweet Ganymede! OLIVER. CELIA. Cousin Ganymede! OLIVER. stronger than his just occasion. Are you his brother? ROSALIND. I assure you. Look. unto the shepherd youth That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. Why. but 'tis not I. I should have been a woman by right. As how I came into that desert placeIn brief.

William.which in the boorish is company. A ripe age. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. Faith. for all your writers do consent that ipse is he. Good ev'n. we that have good wits have much to answer for: we shall be flouting. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. William. there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you. abandon. for it is a figure in rhetoric that drink. Cover thy head. TOUCHSTONE. WILLIAM. for all the old gentleman's saying. you are not ipse. a most vile Martext. Good ev'n. cover thy head.the society. that must marry this woman. How old are you. But.. sir.which in the common is . nay. AUDREY. very good. A most wicked Sir Oliver. but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. TOUCHSTONE. I know who 'tis.of this female. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. And good ev'n to you. I do. very excellent good. Therefore. sir. for I am he. sir. AUDREY. Faith. by filling the one doth empty the other. TOUCHSTONE. You do love this maid? WILLIAM. prithee be cover'd. WILLIAM. 'Thank God. We shall find a time. Audrey. Is thy name William? WILLIAM. when he had a desire to eat a grape. sir.' A good answer. would open his lips when he put it into his mouth. we cannot hold. Wast born i' th' forest here? WILLIAM. the priest was good enough. Audrey. The forest Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY TOUCHSTONE. A fair name. By my troth. thou say'st well. now. I thank God. Ay. patience. friend? WILLIAM. God ye good ev'n. being pour'd out of cup into a glass. gentle Audrey. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. sir? TOUCHSTONE. Give me your hand. TOUCHSTONE. TOUCHSTONE. Why. Ay. gentle friend.>> ACT V. sir. 'So so' is good. TOUCHSTONE. sir. Audrey. TOUCHSTONE. Enter WILLIAM TOUCHSTONE. He. TOUCHSTONE. I have a pretty wit. I do now remember a saying: 'The fool doth think he is wise. SCENE I. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. Which he.which is in the vulgar leave. TOUCHSTONE. No. sir. sir. meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and lips to open. Art rich? WILLIAM. Art thou wise? WILLIAM. here comes the man you mean.SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. it is but so so. Five and twenty. WILLIAM. and yet it is not.' The heathen philosopher. so so. you clown. he hath no interest in me in the world. Then learn this of me: to have is to have. Ay. sir. Art thou learned? WILLIAM. AUDREY. INC. Audrey.

They are in the very wrath of love. no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. and they will together. nor her sudden consenting. brother. say with her that she loves me. ROSALIND. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon when he show'd me your handkercher? ORLANDO. for. or. the small acquaintance. how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf! ORLANDO. They shall be married to-morrow. no sooner lov'd but they sigh'd. or in bastinado. O. Go you and prepare Aliena. Nay. 'tis true. I love Aliena. good William. Clubs cannot part them. WILLIAM. no sooner sigh'd but they ask'd one another the reason.which together is: abandon the society of this female. I will bandy with thee in faction. my dear Orlando. make thee away. how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness. by how much I . my sudden wooing. I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion. It shall be to your good. translate thy life into death. Audrey. ORLANDO. Neither call the giddiness of it in question. You have my consent. And you. saw. thou perishest. trip. I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. for my father's house and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's will I estate upon you. I attend. and I will bid the Duke to the nuptial. TOUCHSTONE. I attend. Exeunt SCENE II. But. The forest Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER ORLANDO. therefore tremble and depart. or. will o'er-run thee with policy. O. Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you should like her? that but seeing you should love her? and loving woo? and. to thy better understanding. God rest you merry. here comes my Rosalind. I will deal in poison with thee. and greater wonders than that.and in these degrees have they made pair of stairs to marriage. Wounded it is. Our master and mistress seeks you. come away. but with the eyes of a lady. AUDREY. Trip. Exit Enter CORIN CORIN. which they will climb incontinent. or else be incontinent before marriage. to wit. away. It is my arm. the poverty of her. or in steel. Do. Exit ROSALIND. diest. and overcame. Audrey. ORLANDO. no sooner look'd but they lov'd. wooing. Let your wedding be to-morrow. look you.' For your brother and my sister no sooner met but they look'd.woman. but say with me. There was never any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams and Caesar's thrasonical brag of 'I came. God save you. clown. and here live and die a shepherd. I kill thee. ORLANDO. Ay. consent with both that we may enjoy each other. sir. ROSALIND. I know where you are. thy liberty into bondage. she should grant? and will you persever to enjoy her? OLIVER. O. fair sister. or. Thither will I invite the Duke and all's contented followers. ROSALIND. Enter ROSALIND ROSALIND. OLIVER.

since I was three year old. ROSALIND. It is to be all made of sighs and tears. though I say I am a magician.that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit. And I for no woman. all trial. And I for Rosalind. then. he worships you. neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you. and to Rosalind. ORLANDO. And so am I for Rosalind. Believe then. if you will. and a lover of hers. ROSALIND. All purity. PHEBE. Therefore put you in your best array. convers'd with a magician. most profound in his art and yet not damnable. which I tender dearly. Speak'st thou in sober meanings? ROSALIND. when your brother marries Aliena shall you marry her. I can live no longer by thinking. why blame you me to love you? SILVIUS. It is to be all made of faith and service. 'Why blame you me to love you?' . ROSALIND. SILVIUS. ORLANDO. no longer with idle talking. and without any danger. I speak not this that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge. I have. and observance. to do yourself good. tell this youth what 'tis to love. ROSALIND. I will weary you. And so am I for Ganymede. love him. Why. for if you will be married to-morrow. PHEBE. to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind? ORLANDO. you shall. ORLANDO. And I for no woman. Look upon him. You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd. All adoration. ROSALIND. all obedience. If this be so. and all made of wishes. to set her before your eyes to-morrow. PHEBE. bid your friends. here comes a lover of mine. and impatience. and it is not impossible to me. SILVIUS. Why do you speak too. all patience. if you please. If this be so. then. duty. PHEBE. And I for Ganymede. insomuch I say I know you are. human as she is.shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for. And so am I for Phebe. why blame you me to love you? ROSALIND. And so am I for no woman. I know into what straits of fortune she is driven. And I for Ganymede. All made of passion. why blame you me to love you? ORLANDO. you have done me much ungentleness To show the letter that I writ to you. and not to grace me. if it appear not inconvenient to you. And so am I for Phebe. I care not if I have. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it out. If this be so. Youth. Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE Look. that I can do strange things. It is my study To seem despiteful and ungentle to you. Know of me then. PHEBE. PHEBE. Good shepherd. SILVIUS. And I for Rosalind.for now I speak to some purpose. All humbleness. ORLANDO. And so am I for Phebe. It is to be all made of fantasy. I do. ROSALIND. By my life.

sit. &c. 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon. With a hey. like two gipsies on a horse. So. and a hey nonino. nor doth not hear. fare you well. [To SILVIUS] As you love Phebe.ORLANDO. and a ho. and both in a tune. Here come two of the banish'd Duke's pages. Between the acres of the rye. i'faith. Truly. and I hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the world. SONG. With a hey.. Nor I. meet. sir. These pretty country folks would lie. The forest Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY TOUCHSTONE. In the spring time. Well met. Come sit.and as I love no woman. [To SILVIUS] I will help you if I can. I have left you commands. without hawking. &c. yes. TOUCHSTONE. we kept time. [To ORLANDO] I will satisfy you if ever I satisfied man. ding. and a ho. and a song. [To PHEBE] I would love you if I could. In the spring time. sit i' th' middle. we lost not our time. honest gentleman. By my troth. or saying we are hoarse. I'faith. With a hey. meet. ROSALIND. YOU are deceiv'd. FIRST PAGE. if I live. [To ORLANDO] As you love Rosalind.To-morrow meet me all together. TOUCHSTONE. Shall we clap into't roundly. How that a life was but a flower. To her that is not here. and a ho. I do desire it with all my heart. SECOND PAGE. hey ding a ding. To-morrow is the joyful day. Exeunt SCENE III. FIRST PAGE. no more of this. and I'll be married to-morrow. SILVIUS.. which are the only prologues to a bad voice? SECOND PAGE. With a hey. or spitting. and you shall be married to-morrow. In the spring time. to-morrow will we be married. PHEBE. Pray you. When birds do sing. I'll meet. yet the note was very untuneable. and a ho. ORLANDO. I'll not fail. TOUCHSTONE. the only pretty ring time. and a hey nonino. By my troth. [ To PHEBE ] I will marry you if ever I marry woman. That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time. Enter two PAGES FIRST PAGE. young gentlemen. and a hey nonino. This carol they began that hour. &c. well met. For love is crowned with the prime. We are for you. [To Silvius] I will content you if what pleases you contents you. Sweet lovers love the spring. I count it but time lost to hear such . though there was no great matter in the ditty. It was a lover and his lass. Nor I. Audre'y. and you shall be married to-morrow. And therefore take the present time. and a hey nonino. AUDREY.

So is the bargain. Orlando. to give your daughter. Come. I have flatt'red a lady. Good my lord. If any man doubt that. to wed this shepherd. and found the quarrel was upon the . You will bestow her on Orlando here? DUKE SENIOR. I have had four quarrels. ROSALIND. Salutation and greeting to you all! JAQUES. He hath been a courtier. To make these doubts all even. That would I. God buy you. refusing me. he swears. AMIENS. SILVIUS. I have trod a measure. Whom he reports to be a great magician. let him put me to my purgation. TOUCHSTONE. You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd? PHEBE. we met. Faith. that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised? ORLANDO. this boy is forest-born. and from hence I go. O Duke. ORLANDO. But. and know they fear. Keep your word. Exeunt SCENE IV. But if you do refuse to marry me. were I of all kingdoms king. Though to have her and death were both one thing. And how was that ta'en up? TOUCHSTONE. ROSALIND. Keep your word. Or else.a foolish song. Patience once more. That will I. Keep you your word. if I be willing? PHEBE. You say that you'll have Phebe. ROSALIND. and God mend your voices. I sometimes do believe and sometimes do not: As those that fear they hope. JAQUES. and PHEBE ROSALIND. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts which in all tongues are call'd fools. The forest Enter DUKE SENIOR. and like to have fought one. Audrey. I have undone three tailors. bid him welcome. another flood toward. That would I. and these couples are coming to the ark. ROSALIND. ORLANDO. Silvius. if she will? SILVIUS. ROSALIND. This is the motley-minded gentleman that I have so often met in the forest. There is. whiles our compact is urg'd: You say. Obscured in the circle of this forest. I do remember in this shepherd boy Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. And you say you will have her when I bring her? ORLANDO. sure. And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate studies by his uncle. You say you'll marry me. should I die the hour after. had I kingdoms to give with her. My lord. Enter ROSALIND. and CELIA DUKE SENIOR. Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY JAQUES. Phebe. OLIVER. that you'll marry her If she refuse me. to receive his daughter. I have been politic with my friend. I have promis'd to make all this matter even. TOUCHSTONE. that you'll marry me. You yours. the first time that I ever saw him Methought he was a brother to your daughter. Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA DUKE SENIOR. my good lord. JAQUES. if I bring in your Rosalind. Dost thou believe. smooth with mine enemy. Orlando.

according as marriage binds and blood breaks. Still MUSIC HYMEN. If again it was not well cut.bear your body more seeming. and you may avoid that too with an If. This is call'd the Reproof Valiant. as: 'If you said so. sir. TOUCHSTONE. sir. Your If is the only peace-maker. the second. an ill-favour'd thing. one of them thought but of an If. and yet a fool. sir. as your pearl in your foul oyster. sir. my lord? He's as good at any thing. I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial. And so to the Lie Circumstantial and the Lie Direct. sir. the sixth. the fourth. the Reproof Valiant. When earthly things made even Atone together. Whose heart within his bosom is. the Retort Courteous. he disabled my judgment. he would send me word he cut it to please himself. brought her hither. the Lie Direct. we quarrel in print by the book. And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut? TOUCHSTONE. and CELIA. a poor humour of mine. The first.as thus.seventh cause. Is not this a rare fellow. the Lie with Circumstance. I press in here. and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit: Enter HYMEN. I will name you the degrees. then I said so. the Countercheck Quarrelsome. he would say I lie. the third. the fifth. Audrey. O. JAQUES. According to the fool's bolt. A poor virgin. much virtue in If. sir. the seventh. and so we measur'd swords and parted. JAQUES. nor he durst not give me the Lie Direct. he is very swift and sententious. Hymen from heaven brought her. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? TOUCHSTONE. JAQUES. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse. This is call'd the Countercheck Quarrelsome. But. DUKE SENIOR. receive thy daughter. Yea. to take that that man else will. God 'ild you. That thou mightst join her hand with his. in a poor house. DUKE SENIOR. if I said his beard was not cut well. the Reply Churlish. This is call'd the Retort Courteous.' And they shook hands. Then is there mirth in heaven. I desire you of the like. sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard. he was in the mind it was. TOUCHSTONE. If I sent him word again it was not well cut. he sent me word. to swear and to forswear. Upon a lie seven times removed. and swore brothers. and such dulcet diseases. If again it was not well cut. This is call'd the Quip Modest. How seventh cause? Good my lord. like this fellow. ROSALIND. but when the parties were met themselves. If again it was not well cut. the Quip Modest. JAQUES. Good Duke. amongst the rest of the country copulatives. Rich honesty dwells like a miser. I like him very well. By my faith. This is call'd the Reply Churlish. sir. he would answer I spake not true. . but mine own. for the seventh cause: how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause? TOUCHSTONE. sir. I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel. DUKE SENIOR. JAQUES. as you have books for good manners. All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct.

You to his love must accord. You and you are sure together. you are my Rosalind.ROSALIND. 'Tis I must make conclusion Of these most strange events. my love adieu! ROSALIND. [To DUKE] To you I give myself. SONG Wedding is great Juno's crown. Or have a woman to your lord. god of every town! DUKE SENIOR. I'll have no father. That bring these tidings to this fair assembly. And all their lands restor'd to them again That were with him exil'd. purposely to take His brother here. His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother. Honour. To Hymen. [To ORLANDO] To you I give myself. I'll have no husband. DUKE SENIOR. Enter JAQUES de BOYS JAQUES de BOYS. You and you no cross shall part. young man. Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing. O my dear niece. if you be not he. O blessed bond of board and bed! 'Tis Hymen peoples every town. hearing how that every day Men of great worth resorted to this forest. was converted Both from his enterprise and from the world. ho! I bar confusion. I will not eat my word. In his own conduct. Nor ne'er wed woman. you are my daughter. meeting with an old religious man. if you be not she. high honour. Feed yourselves with questioning. HYMEN. his lands withheld. Address'd a mighty power. High wedlock then be honoured. If truth holds true contents. . Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding: To one. After some question with him. You and you are heart in heart. Peace. and these things finish. welcome thou art to me! Even daughter. How thus we met. Let me have audience for a word or two. DUKE SENIOR. PHEBE. If there be truth in sight. which were on foot. If there be truth in sight. now thou art mine. As the winter to foul weather. Where. If sight and shape be true. and put him to the sword. and to the other. Welcome. if you be not he. Duke Frederick. This to be true I do engage my life. Here's eight that must take hands To join in Hymen's bands. ORLANDO. for I am yours. Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. and renown. That reason wonder may diminish. for I am yours. Why then. I am the second son of old Sir Rowland. And to the skirts of this wild wood he came. welcome in no less degree. PHEBE.

to like as much of this play as please you. Stay. for my kind offer. I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleas'd me. My way is to conjure you.. What a case am I in then. and breaths that I defied not. every of this happy number. when I make curtsy. According to the measure of their states. in true delights. and great allies [To SILVIUS] You to a long and well-deserved bed. First.So to your pleasures. INC. therefore to beg will not become me. that am neither a good epilogue. will. to th' measures fall. and I'll begin with the women. and you brides and bridegrooms all. And thrown into neglect the pompous court. And after. [To TOUCHSTONE] And you to wrangling. Jaques. stay. and. If I heard you rightly. [To OLIVER] You to your land. O women. Proceed. What you would have I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. in this forest let us do those ends That here were well begun and well begot. for thy loving voyage Is but for two months victuall'd. AND IS . Your patience and your virtue well deserves it.. but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue. As we do trust they'll end. for the love you bear to women. JAQUES. With measure heap'd in joy. DUKE SENIOR. complexions that lik'd me. Play. To see no pastime I. proceed. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue. If I were a woman. [To ORLANDO] You to a love that your true faith doth merit. for the love you bear to men. ROSALIND. Meantime. as many as have good beards. [A dance] Exeunt EPILOGUE EPILOGUE. and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. If it be true that good wine needs no bush. I am sure. JAQUES. O men. The Duke hath put on a religious life. Out of these convertites There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. I charge you. bid me farewell. THE END 1593 THE COMEDY OF ERRORS by William Shakespeare <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY.A land itself at large. That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us. music. and love. We will begin these rites. And fall into our rustic revelry. I am for other than for dancing measures. nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not furnish'd like a beggar. [To DUKE] You to your former honour I bequeath. forget this new-fall'n dignity. Shall share the good of our returned fortune. or good faces. 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue. and I charge you. Sir. JAQUES DE BOYS. by your patience. a potent dukedom.as I perceive by your simp'ring none of you hates them. JAQUES. Exit DUKE SENIOR. To him will I. He hath. or sweet breaths. Yet to good wine they do use good bushes.that between you and the women the play may please.

the Merchant of Syracuse. GAOLER. And by the doom of death end woes and all. INC. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. wanting guilders to redeem their lives. our well-dealing countrymen. For. Officers. I am not partial to infringe our laws. AEGEON. It hath in solemn synods been decreed. wife to AEgeon. friend to Antipholus of Syracuse SECOND MERCHANT. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. and attendants on DROMIO OF SYRACUSE the two Antipholuses BALTHAZAR. The enmity and discord which of late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke To merchants. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. . plead no more. Both by the Syracusians and ourselves. Nay. Duke of Ephesus AEGEON. Merchant of Syracuse. a merchant of Syracuse ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS twin brothers and sons to ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE Aegion and Aemelia DROMIO OF EPHESUS twin brothers. a merchant ANGELO. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. servant to Adriana A COURTEZAN Gaoler. OFFICERS. SCENE 1 A hall in the DUKE'S palace Enter the DUKE OF EPHESUS. Proceed. and other ATTENDANTS AEGEON. Have seal'd his rigorous statutes with their bloods. Who. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. Excludes all pity from our threat'ning looks. an abbess at Ephesus ADRIANA. a schoolmaster AEMILIA. wife to Antipholus of Ephesus LUCIANA..>> THE COMEDY OF ERRORS ACT I.>> DRAMATIS PERSONAE SOLINUS. to procure my fall. since the mortal and intestine jars 'Twixt thy seditious countrymen and us. her sister LUCE. more: if any born at Ephesus Be seen at any Syracusian marts and fairs. Attendants SCENE: Ephesus <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. Solinus. DUKE. To admit no traffic to our adverse towns. to whom Angelo is a debtor PINCH.PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. a goldsmith FIRST MERCHANT.

male twins. not meanly proud of two such boys. And for what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus. Weeping before for what she saw must come. Had made provision for her following me. There had she not been long but she became A joyful mother of two goodly sons. In Syracuse was I born. happy but for me. had not our hap been bad. both alike. Yet. My woes end likewise with the evening sun. and in the self-same inn. Which though myself would gladly have embrac'd. . A mean woman was delivered Of such a burden. Before herself. A heavier task could not have been impos'd Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable. for their parents were exceeding poor. Yet the incessant weepings of my wife. Well. Yet this my comfort: when your words are done. AEGEON. To quit the penalty and to ransom him. till my factor's death. almost at fainting under The pleasing punishment that women bear. Therefore by law thou art condemn'd to die. That mourn'd for fashion. Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse: From whom my absence was not six months old. DUKE. valued at the highest rate. A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd Before the always-wind-obeying deep Gave any tragic instance of our harm: But longer did we not retain much hope. That very hour. With her I liv'd in joy. the one so like the other As could not be disdnguish'd but by names. our wealth increas'd By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamnum. AEGEON. I bought. Unless a thousand marks be levied. And piteous plainings of the pretty babes. And by me. And soon and safe arrived where I was. that the world may witness that my end Was wrought by nature. Alas! too soon We came aboard.Again. Unwilling. His goods confiscate to the Duke's dispose. I agreed. if any Syracusian born Come to the bay of Ephesus-he dies. For what obscured light the heavens did grant Did but convey unto our fearful minds A doubtful warrant of immediate death. not by vile offence. and brought up to attend my sons. Made daily motions for our home return. say in brief the cause Why thou departed'st from thy native home. I'll utter what my sorrow gives me leave. Those. And. ignorant what to fear. Syracusian. which was strange. My wife. and wed Unto a woman. And the great care of goods at random left. Cannot amount unto a hundred marks. Thy substance.

Forc'd me to seek delays for them and me. Dispers'd those vapours that offended us. My youngest boy. Whilst I had been like heedful of the other. more careful for the latter-born. gazing upon the earth. poor soul. Had fast'ned him unto a small spare mast. At eighteen years became inquisitive After his brother. and we discovered Two ships from far making amain to usOf Corinth that. O. And therefore homeward did they bend their course. do not break off so. let me say no more! Gather the sequel by that went before. though not pardon thee. Was carried with more speed before the wind. To him one of the other twins was bound. That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd. AEGEON. Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst. floating straight. and yet my eldest care. Gave healthful welcome to their ship-wreck'd guests. But ere they came-O. So that. At length the sun. And. And. Thus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss. ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues. had the gods done so. then sinking-ripe. And left the ship. My wife. And this it was. Had not their bark been very slow of sail. For we may pity. and importun'd me That his attendant-so his case was like. AEGEON. DUKE. in this unjust divorce of us. . as we thought. DUKE. what to sorrow for. Do me the favour to dilate at full What have befall'n of them and thee till now. obedient to the stream. And. And in our sight they three were taken up By fishermen of Corinth. to us. The children thus dispos'd. by the benefit of his wished light. seeming as burdened With lesser weight. Fortune had left to both of us alike What to delight in. I had not now Worthily term'd them merciless to us! For. but retain'd his nameMight bear him company in the quest of him. Nay. of Epidaurus this. as we thought. knowing whom it was their hap to save. but not with lesser woe. Fast'ned ourselves at either end the mast. At length another ship had seiz'd on us. Was carried towards Corinth. Her part. Which being violently borne upon. forward. my wife and I. The seas wax'd calm. And. for other means was none: The sailors sought for safety by our boat. And would have reft the fishers of their prey. Reft of his brother. Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd. Such as sea-faring men provide for storms. for the sake of them thou sorrowest for. To tell sad stories of my own mishaps. We were encount'red by a mighty rock. old man.

Aegeon. may not disannul. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. And go indeed. My soul should sue as advocate for thee. Hopeless to find. my lord. Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate. <Exeunt SCENE 2 The mart Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. And. What. I will. But though thou art adjudged to the death. And passed sentence may not be recall'd But to our honour's great disparagement. Yet will I favour thee in what I can. But here must end the story of my life. Beg thou. sir. And. DUKE. Therefore. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. will you walk with me about the town. having so good a mean. According to the statute of the town. I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd. not being able to buy out his life. came to Ephesus.Whom whilst I laboured of a love to see. And then return and sleep within mine inn. till I come to thee. And happy were I in my timely death. Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia. Within this hour it will be dinner-time. then thou art doom'd to die. trust me. There is your money that I had to keep. And stay there. But to procrastinate his lifeless end. give out you are of Epidamnum. Peruse the traders. Therefore. merchant. Go bear it to the Centaur. GAOLER. And live. coasting homeward. This very day a Syracusian merchant Is apprehended for arrival here. When I am dull with care and melancholy. Get thee away. Five summers have I spent in farthest Greece. Dies ere the weary sun set in the west. gaze upon the buildings. I'll view the manners of the town. would they. Many a man would take you at your word. <Exit ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. were it not against our laws. Lightens my humour with his merry jests. my dignity. . A trusty villain. For with long travel I am stiff and weary. Till that. Gaoler. Hapless. to make up the sum. I'll limit thee this day To seek thy help by beneficial hap. AEGEON. that very oft. Dromio. whom the fates have mark'd To bear the extremity of dire mishap! Now. Against my crown. yet loath to leave unsought Or that or any place that harbours men. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. my oath. Could all my travels warrant me they live. or borrow. where we host. Which princes. Hopeless and helpless doth Aegeon wend. Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus. if no. and FIRST MERCHANT FIRST MERCHANT. take him to thy custody.

Farewell till then. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. But we. sir. O-Sixpence that I had a Wednesday last To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper? The saddler had it. Are penitent for your default to-day. sir. having broke your fast. Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. And strike you home without a messenger. the pig falls from the spit. I'll meet with you upon the mart. And afterward consort you till bed time. sir? Why. I will go lose myself. lose myself. So I. I crave your pardon. Stop in your wind. FIRST MERCHANT. Unseen. sir. have done your foolishness. If I return. I kept it not. as you sit at dinner. You come not home because you have no stomach. to certain merchants. how dar'st thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. unhappy. I pray you jest. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I commend you to your own content. should be your clock. Dromio. Soon at five o'clock. For she will score your fault upon my pate. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your house. sir knave. The meat is cold because you come not home. My present business calls me from you now.And then go to my inn and dine with me? FIRST MERCHANT. And wander up and down to view the city. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. The capon burns. What now? How chance thou art return'd so soon? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop. I from my mistress come to you in post. I pray: Where have you left the money that I gave you? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. sir. Of whom I hope to make much benefit. and dally not. Methinks your maw. sir. You have no stomach. My mistress and her sister stays for you. The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bellMy mistress made it one upon my cheek. like mine. Who. to dinner. He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. Sir. <Exit FIRST MERCHANT ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. To me. the Phoenix. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. where is the money? We being strangers here. I shall be post indeed. confounds himself. you gave no gold to me. She is so hot because the meat is cold. to find a mother and a brother. And tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS Here comes the almanac of my true date. Tell me. I am invited. Come on. these jests are out of season. Please you. I am not in a sportive humour now. inquisitive. come. falling there to find his fellow forth. Reserve them till a merrier hour than this. . In quest of them. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. that know what 'tis to fast and pray. Come. Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late. tell me this.

Soul-killing witches that deform the body. If I should pay your worship those again. nimble jugglers that deceive the eye. Upon my life. wife to ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. with LUCIANA. slave. What mean you. answer me In what safe place you have bestow'd my money. I'll take my heels. Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. as I am a Christian. an you will not. . Why should their liberty than ours be more? LUCIANA. I will be gone the sooner. O. SCENE 1 The house of ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS Enter ADRIANA. And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner.>> ACT Il. As. and when they see time. Perhaps some merchant hath invited him. it is two o'clock. Being forbid? There. Luciana. <Exit ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. And many such-like liberties of sin. let us dine. LUCIANA. What. Your worship's wife. If it prove so.ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I'll to the Centaur to go seek this slave. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. be patient. ADRIANA. wilt thou flout me thus unto my face. They say this town is full of cozenage. I have some marks of yours upon my pate. I greatly fear my money is not safe. Because their business still lies out o' door. Good sister. That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd. ADRIANA. and never fret. take you that. prating mountebanks. Thy mistress' marks! What mistress. INC. know he is the bridle of your will. A man is master of his liberty. Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. sir knave. Neither my husband nor the slave return'd That in such haste I sent to seek his master! Sure. sir. Perchance you will not bear them patiently. he takes it ill. Now. my mistress at the Phoenix. by some device or other The villain is o'erraught of all my money. If so. Look when I serve him so. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. hast thou? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. LUCIANA. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders. She that doth fast till you come home to dinner. But not a thousand marks between you both. [Beats him] DROMIO OF EPHESUS.. Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours. Disguised cheaters. Time is their master. And prays that you will hie you home to dinner. <Exit <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. her sister ADRIANA. sir? For God's sake hold your hands! Nay. sister. They'll go or come.

and at their controls. and withal so doubtfully that I could scarce understand them. But. 'My gold!' quoth he. 'My gold!' quoth he. "Tis dinner time' quoth I. ADRIANA. I mean not cuckold-mad. and their lords. ADRIANA. ADRIANA. were you wedded. I would forbear. out on thy mistress. We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But say. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. So thou. he's at two hands with me. and that my two ears can witness. With urging helpless patience would relieve me. Are their males' subjects. A wretched soul. Well. Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls. but troubles of the marriage-bed. ADRIANA. 'My gold!' quoth he.' . but to try. in sky. Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS ADRIANA. Lord of the wide world and wild wat'ry seas. he is stark mad. 'My mistress. bruis'd with adversity. As much. in sea. But were we burd'ned with like weight of pain. 'My gold!' quoth he. sure my master is horn-mad.' quoth I. Say. Say. When I desir'd him to come home to dinner. and the winged fowls. ADRIANA. or more. the fishes. LUCIANA. ay. the master of all these. we should ourselves complain. now is your husband nigh. 'Your meat doth burn' quoth I. didst thou speak with him? Know'st thou his mind? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Ay. Then let your will attend on their accords. I scarce could understand it. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound. that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee. is he coming home? It seems he hath great care to please his wife. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. sure. Ere I learn love. Nay. Why. I will marry one day. This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left. thou villain! DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Patience unmov'd! no marvel though she pause: They can be meek that have no other cause. 'Will you come home?' quoth I. But. is your tardy master now at hand? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. There's none but asses will be bridled so. Nay. LUCIANA. But if thou live to see like right bereft. ADRIANA. LUCIANA. ADRIANA. Man.ADRIANA. you would bear some sway. in earth. LUCIANA. 'Where is the thousand marks I gave thee. I'll practise to obey. headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe. Indu'd with intellectual sense and souls. He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold. Why. Beshrew his hand. Here comes your man. 'Hang up thy mistress. I prithee. more divine. villain?' 'The pig' quoth I 'is burn'd'. he told his mind upon mine ear. I know not thy mistress. he struck so plainly I could to well feel his blows. LUCIANA. Spake he so doubtfully thou could'st not feel his meaning? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. The beasts. Are masters to their females. Not this. How if your husband start some other where? LUCIANA. Horn-mad. mistress. Till he come home again. sir.

LUCIANA. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. For. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! <Exeunt SCENE 2 The mart Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Go back again. So he would keep fair quarter with his bed! I see the jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty. and he will spurn me hither. And he will bless that cross with other beating. no wife. <Exit LUCIANA. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. My decayed fair A sunny look of his would soon repair. Go back again. Quoth who? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. too unruly deer. yet the gold bides still That others touch and. and no man that hath a name By falsehood and corruption doth it shame. I'll weep what's left away. Am I so round with you. send some other messenger. he's master of my state. no mistress. And feeds from home. in conclusion. 'I know' quoth he 'no house. I know his eye doth homage otherwhere. That like a football you do spurn me thus? You spurn me hence. Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. you must case me in leather. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense. and be new beaten home? For God's sake. poor I am but his stale. I bare home upon my shoulders. ADRIANA. Are my discourses dull? Barren my wit? If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd. Hath homely age th' alluring beauty took From my poor cheek? Then he hath wasted it. Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard. as you with me. Or else what lets it but he would be here? Sister. or I will break thy pate across. and the heedful slave Is wand'red forth in care to seek me out. will Where gold. Fie. LUCIANA. The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up Safe at the Centaur. Quoth my master. he did beat me there. What ruins are in me that can be found By him not ruin'd? Then is he the ground Of my defeatures. His company must do his minions grace. prating peasant! Fetch thy master home. often touching. LUCIANA. Back. Do their gay vestments his affections bait? That's not my fault. ADRIANA. Would that alone a love he would detain. you know he promis'd me a chain. due unto my tongue. and fetch him home. If I last in this service.' So that my errand. beat it hence. . he breaks the pale. Since that my beauty cannot please his eye. and weeping die. ADRIANA. I thank him. Between you I shall have a holy head. ADRIANA. thou slave. how impatience loureth in your face! ADRIANA. But. Self-harming jealousy! fie. slave. Hence. DROMIO OF EPHESUS.

but that I am beaten. I hope. master. call you it? So you would leave battering. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool and chat with you. What means this jest? I pray you. is it dinnertime? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. sir. for this something that you gave me for nothing. thou felt'st I was displeas'd. not half an hour since. Or I will beat this method in your sconce. Home to the Centaur. Marry. sir. for they say every why hath a wherefore. Thank me. Villain. even here. What answer. That thus so madly thou didst answer me? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. If you will jest with me. what's that? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Why. Ay. with the gold you gave me. and insconce it too. Basting. No.By computation and mine host's report I could not speak with Dromio since at first I sent him from the mart. and wherefore. for God's sake! Now your jest is earnest. sir. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I had rather have it a head. Shall I tell you why? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. sir? When spake I such a word? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Even now. When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport. and that. is your merry humour alter'd? As you love strokes. first for flouting me. sir. or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders. sir. and then wherefore. so jest with me again. know my aspect. I'll make you amends next. I did not see you since you sent me hence. sir. sir. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. See. to give you nothing for something. And make a common of my serious hours. why am I beaten? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. For which. Hold. When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason? Well. For urging it the second time to me. Upon what bargain do you give it me? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. But creep in crannies when he hides his beams. sir. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. But say. sir. dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth? Think'st thou I jest? Hold. here he comes. I am glad to see you in this merry vein. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. And fashion your demeanour to my looks. Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE How now. sir. thou didst deny the gold's receipt. sir! for what? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. In good time. An you use these blows long. Dost thou not know? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Yea. tell me. Nothing. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. . ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. You know no Centaur! You receiv'd no gold! Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner! My house was at the Phoenix! Wast thou mad. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. I must get a sconce for my head. I thank you. Your sauciness will jest upon my love. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season. I think the meat wants that I have. And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner. take thou that. But I pray. Sconce. [Beating him] DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

Well. Why is Time such a niggard of hair. sir? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. sir. If it be. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity. and did. as it is. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. May he not do it by fine and recovery? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. look strange and frown. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit. so plentiful an excrement? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Marry. sir. thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts. ay. then 'twill be dry. not sure. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. By what rule. then. Sure ones. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Your reason? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Why. Well. But. There's no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature. Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Lest it make you choleric. learn to jest in good time. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. to pay a fine for a periwig. Certain ones. who wafts us yonder? Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA ADRIANA. then. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. sir. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers. For what reason? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. soft. that at dinner they should not drop in his porridge. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. But your reason was not substantial. and recover the lost hair of another man. The one. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. sir. and purchase me another dry basting. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. no time to recover hair lost by nature. You would all this time have prov'd there is no time for all things. Let's hear it. Marry. For two. Antipholus. and sound ones too. sir. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. I knew 't'would be a bald conclusion. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Nay. namely. why there is no time to recover. Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. to save the money that he spends in tiring. The time was once when thou unurg'd wouldst vow . the sooner lost. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. in a thing falsing. Ay. before you were so choleric. there's a time for all things. I am not Adriana. being. Name them. the other. Yes. The plainer dealer. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Nay. I pray you eat none of it. nor thy wife. Why. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. not sound I pray you. by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of Father Time himself. I durst have denied that.

By ruffian lust should be contaminate! Wouldst thou not spit at me and spurn at me. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Did you converse. How ill agrees it with your gravity To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave. My blood is mingled with the crime of lust. being strange to me. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I live dis-stain'd. That thou art then estranged from thyself? Thyself I call it. By me? ADRIANA. LUCIANA. undividable. consecrate to thee. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. For if we two be one. Wants wit in all one word to understand. Should'st thou but hear I were licentious. Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed. And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring. and in his blows Denied my house for his. That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste. How can she thus. I do digest the poison of thy flesh. I am possess'd with an adulterate blot. And take unmingled thence that drop again Without addition or diminishing. And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot-brow. every word by all my wit being scann'd. That never touch well welcome to thy hand. Sir? I never saw her till this time. my husband. or touch'd. or carv'd to thee. as easy mayst thou fall A drop of water in the breaking gulf. As strange unto your town as to your talk. Plead you to me. How comes it now. incorporate. do not tear away thyself from me. Ah. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. . Unless it be by inspiration? ADRIANA. fair dame? I know you not: In Ephesus I am but two hours old. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Unless I spake. or look'd. Villain. thou liest. and thou play false. and therefore see thou do it. me for his wife. call us by our names. my love. I never spake with her in all my life. with this gentlewoman? What is the course and drift of your compact? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Fie. By Dromio? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. how the world is chang'd with you! When were you wont to use my sister thus? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. O. As take from me thyself. then.That never words were music to thine ear. and not me too. and this thou didst return from himThat he did buffet thee. sir. And break it with a deep-divorcing vow? I know thou canst. That never object pleasing in thine eye. For know. thou undishonoured. how comes it. By thee. Am better than thy dear self's better part. Who. That. I. brother. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. And hurl the name of husband in my face. for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. Being strumpeted by thy contagion. And that this body. How dearly would it touch thee to the quick.

If we obey them not. come. thou snail. Am I in earth. Husband. married to thy stronger state. Say he dines forth. and persever so. Master. am not I? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. or idle moss. Dromio. Makes me with thy strength to communicate. come. brier. and answer'st not? Dromio. I a vine. and let no creature enter. go bid the servants spread for dinner. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. To put the finger in the eye and weep. sister. both in mind and in my shape. Sirrah. 'Tis true. Thou art an elm. Come. or pinch us black and blue. If thou art chang'd to aught. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. What. I think thou art in mind. Dromio. Whilst man and master laughs my woes to scorn. I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy. I am an ape. owls. LUCIANA. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. lest I break your pate. was I married to her in my dream? Or sleep I now. Ay. I am an ass. thou drone. my husband. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. INC. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. no longer will I be a fool. Who all. And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks. 'tis to an ass. LUCIANA. O spite of spites! We talk with goblins. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE . DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. for my beads! I cross me for sinner. No. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. sir. she rides me. LUCIANA. to dinner. Why prat'st thou to thyself. Dromio. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. LUCIANA. I am transformed. Come. it is dross. Come. keep the gate. and live on thy confusion. and to myself disguis'd! I'll say as they say. thou slug. or in hell? Sleeping or waking. Come. and think I hear all this? What error drives our eyes and ears amiss? Until I know this sure uncertainty. Antipholus. I'll dine above with you to-day. Usurping ivy.Abetting him to thwart me in my mood! Be it my wrong you are from me exempt. else it could never be But I should know her as well as she knows me. and sprites. If aught possess thee from me. <Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. Come. in heaven. play the porter well. Whose weakness. 'Tis so. master. and let none enter. we dine too late. O. with intrusion Infect thy sap. This is the fairy land. and so am I. if any ask you for your master. ADRIANA. To me she speaks. thou sot! DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. master. But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. I will fasten on this sleeve of thine. this will ensue: They'll suck our breath. mad or well-advis'd? Known unto these. Thou hast thine own form. she moves me for her theme. Nay. shall I be porter at the gate? ADRIANA. and I long for grass.. for want of pruning. And in this mist at all adventures go.

But. take them in good part. Say what you will. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Your own handwriting would tell you what I think. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. and the blows you gave were ink. Signior Balthazar. I have not din'd to-day. and beware of an ass. patch! Either get thee from the door. Y'are sad. sir. either at flesh or fish. but I know what I know. But though my cates be mean. O. I hold your dainties cheap. open the door! DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. and BALTHAZAR ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. is common. I should kick. to a niggardly host and more sparing guest. soft.DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. Bridget. [Within] Let him walk from whence he came. coxcomb. idiot. If the skin were parchment. thou. capon. Signior Balthazar. Gillian. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish. I think thou art an ass. my door is lock'd. Good meat. and that I beat him. Ay. Dost thou conjure for wenches. Thou drunkard. Marry. Maud. being kick'd. go bid them let us in. Marian. and being at that pass. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. and your welcome dear. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. that thou call'st for such store. so it doth appear By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear. And that to-morrow you will bring it home. Who talks within there? Ho. [Within] Nor to-day here you must not. Cicely. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. But here's a villain that would face me down He met me on the mart. What patch is made our porter? My master stays in the street. but not with better heart. sir. And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. That you beat me at the mart I have your hand to show. I'll tell you when. BALTHAZAR. what didst thou mean by this? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours. malt-horse. BALTHAZAR. Say that I linger'd with you at your shop To see the making of her carcanet. SCENE 1 Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. [Within] Mome. sir. ANGELO. Good Signior Angelo. pray God our cheer May answer my good will and your good welcome here. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. [Within] Right. You would keep from my heels. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. you must excuse us all. for that's nothing but words. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. What art thou that keep'st me out . lest he catch cold on's feet. come again when you may. Better cheer may you have. And that I did deny my wife and house. an you'll tell me wherefore. or sit down at the hatch. Wherefore? For my dinner. BALTHAZAR. that every churl affords. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Ginn! DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. sir. When one is one too many? Go get thee from the door.>> ACT III. And welcome more common.

Here's too much 'out upon thee!' pray thee let me in. Your cake here is warm within. LUCE. master. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. ADRIANA. You would say so. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. we would fain have either. [Within] It seems thou want'st breaking. Ay. Do you hear. this 'knave' would go sore. If YOU went in pain. hind! DROMIO OF EPHESUS. when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin. [Within] What a coil is there. [Within] Faith. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. You'll cry for this. [Within] Your wife. LUCE. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. [Within] And you said no. [Within] I thought to have ask'd you. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. go borrow me a crow. [Within] Ay. LUCE. and a pair of stocks in the town? Enter ADRIANA. you minion? You'll let us in. If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place. Go fetch me something. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. [Within] Let him knock till it ache. Luce. I'll break in. [Within] Have at you with another: that's-when? can you tell? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. master. Enter LUCE. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. I hope? LUCE. A man may break a word with you. if your garments were thin. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I'll break ope the gate. It would make a man mad as a buck to be so bought and sold. wife? You might have come before. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. he comes too late. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. thou hast answer'd him well. [Within] If thy name be called Luce -Luce. help: well struck! there was blow for blow. no. Are you there. master. and words are but wind. Master. mean you so? . [Within] Can you tell for whose sake? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. and I'll break your knave's pate. Come. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. [Within] Who is that at the door. if beat the door down. minion. that keeps all this noise? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Dromio? Who are those at the gate? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Well. There is something in the wind. so he break it not behind. In debating which was best. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. sir. ANGELO. Here is neither cheer. your town is troubled with unruly boys. sir knave! Go get you from the door. [Within] Break any breaking here. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. nor welcome. O Lord. I must laugh! Have at you with a proverb: Shall I set in my staff? LUCE. thou hast stol'n both mine office and my name! The one ne'er got me credit. BALTHAZAR. the other mickle blame. O Villain. you stand here in the cold. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. They stand at the door. [Within] The porter for this time. LUCE. sir. and my name is Dromio. within ADRIANA. knock the door hard. And so tell your master. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. bid them welcome hither.from the house I owe? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. we shall part with neither. within LUCE. or thy name for an ass. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. and break it in your face. [Within] By my troth. let me in. sir. Let my master in. SO. out upon thee. Thou baggage. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. that we cannot get in. [Within] What needs all that. Thou wouldst have chang'd thy face for a name. A crow without feather? Master.

Have patience. There will we dine. thy love-springs rot? Shall love. And may it be that you have quite forgot A husband's office? Shall. make haste. by this I know 'tis made. sir. gentle. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. there's a fowl without a feather. If a crow help us in. we'll pluck a crow together. And in despite of mirth mean to be merry. Plead on her part some cause to you unknown. And draw within the compass of suspect Th' unviolated honour of your wife. BALTHAZAR. For slander lives upon succession. Antipholus. Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me. Once this-your long experience of her wisdom. And let us to the Tiger all to dinner. this jest shall cost me some expense. and yet.For a fish without a fin. good sir. My wife-but. And doubt not. . sirrah. if you like elsewhere. Muffle your false love with some show of blindness. Let not my sister read it in your eye. in building. ANGELO. come yourself alone To know the reason of this strange restraint. That chain will I bestowBe it for nothing but to spite my wifeUpon mine hostess there. fetch me an iron crow. <Exeunt SCENE 2 Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS Enter LUCIANA with ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE LUCIANA. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. wild. to see if they'll disdain me. Bring it. If by strong hand you offer to break in Now in the stirring passage of the day. This woman that I mean. years. For ever hous'd where it gets possession. I'll meet you at that place some hour hence. To her will we to dinner. Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness. [To ANGELO] Get you home And fetch the chain. Be rul'd by me: depart in patience. do it by stealth. And that supposed by the common rout Against your yet ungalled estimation That may with foul intrusion enter in And dwell upon your grave when you are dead. but she will well excuse Why at this time the doors are made against you. Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator. Pretty and witty. O. I'll knock elsewhere. sir. about evening. You have prevail'd. Her sober virtue. without desertHath oftentimes upbraided me withal. Go get thee gone. Even in the spring of love. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Or. A vulgar comment will be made of it. I know a wench of excellent discourse. too. I pray you. I will depart in quiet. let it not be so! Herein you war against your reputation. and modesty. I protest. grow so ruinous? If you did wed my sister for her wealth. And. Do so. to the Porpentine. For there's the house.

My sole earth's heaven. for thyself. sweet mermaid. poor women! make us but believe. We in your motion turn. Nor by what wonder you do hit of mineLess in your knowledge and your grace you show not Than our earth's wonder-more than earth. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. sweet love. As good to wink. Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit. Against my soul's pure truth why labour you To make it wander in an unknown field? Are you a god? Would you create me new? Transform me. show us the sleeve. as look on night. Teach me. 'Tis holy sport to be a little vain When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. Shame hath a bastard fame. divine. Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger. And in that glorious supposition think He gains by death that hath such means to die. Sweet mistress-what your name is else. that you love us. Being compact of credit. well managed. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Comfort my sister. and that will clear your sight. and my sweet hope's aim. my fortune. Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word. The folded meaning of your words' deceit. For gazing on your beams. Be secret-false. train me not. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Though others have the arm. LUCIANA. speak fair. and my heaven's claim. Bear a fair presence. LUCIANA. Let Love. LUCIANA. My food. gentle brother. cheer her. Sing. I do not know. far more. And as a bed I'll take them. then. Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs. and you may move us. but mated. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. that you do reason so? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. dear creature. Gaze where you should. LUCIANA. Then. and there he. Thy sister's sister. are you mad. What need she be acquainted? What simple thief brags of his own attaint? 'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed And let her read it in thy looks at board. What. No. to you do I decline. To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears. Far more. O. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Why call you me love? Call my sister so. feeble. become disloyalty. then well I know Your weeping sister is no wife of mine. It is a fault that springeth from your eye.Look sweet. siren. being light. It is thyself. But if that I am I. shallow. That's my sister. being by. and to your pow'r I'll yield. my dear heart's dearer heart. get you in again. Alas. weak. though your heart be tainted. LUCIANA. Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint. with thy note. how to think and speak. . I know not. mine own self's better part. and I will dote. Smoth'red in errors. call her wife. how. Not mad. be drowned if she sink. Nor to her bed no homage do I owe. Mine eye's clear eye. fair sun.

lays claim to me. . If she lives till doomsday. No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip: she is spherical. Nell. a man may go over shoes in the grime of it. Why. I found it out by the bogs. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Noah's flood could not do it. one that will have me. in her buttocks. thou art my man. will not measure her from hip to hip. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. In what part of her body stands Ireland? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. sir. Marry. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Thee will I love. like a globe. sir. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Then she bears some breadth? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. or else should be. for I am thee. but her name and three quarters. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I could find out countries in her. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. she would have me. but that she. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Marry. O. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I am an ass.LUCIANA. and I know not what use to put her to but to make a lamp of her and run from her by her own light. she sweats. I am due to a woman-one that claims me. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. nor I no wife. she's the kitchen-wench. and all grease. I warrant. What's her name? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. ay. soft. LUCIANA. 'tis in grain. that's an ell and three quarters. for why. being a very beastly creature. I being a beast. she'll burn week longer than the whole world. sir. and how besides thyself? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. such a one as a man may not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence. sweet. and besides myself. I am a woman's man. Thou hast no husband yet. sir. her rags and the tallow in them will burn Poland winter. sir. hold you still. such claim as you would lay to your horse. and with thee lead my life. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. All this my sister is. Marry. Dromio! Where run'st thou so fast? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. and she would have me as a beast: not that. but her face nothing like so clean kept.' I have but lean luck in the match. Do you know me. sir? Am I Dromio? Am I your man? Am I myself? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Give me thy hand. Marry. I'll fetch my sister to get her good will. What complexion is she of? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. like my shoe. Thou art Dromio. besides myself. What woman's man. one that haunts me. What is she? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. What claim lays she to thee? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. That's a fault that water will mend. No. <Exit LUCIANA Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Swart. A very reverent body. sir. thou art thyself. sir. and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage. How dost thou mean a fat marriage? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. how now. Call thyself sister.

She that doth call me husband. Where Spain? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. In her forehead. I will not harbour in this town to-night. and we know none. even my soul Doth for a wife abhor. Go hie thee presently post to the road. the Indies? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. call'd me Dromio. the great wart on my left arm. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. pack and be gone. upon her nose. O. that I. if my breast had not been made of faith. If every one knows us. swore I was assur'd to her. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. but I could find no whiteness in them.ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Faith. the mole in my neck. ANGELO. and made me turn i' th' wheel. Where Scotland? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. She had transform'd me to a curtal dog. I did not look so low. An if the wind blow any way from shore. amaz'd. Master Antipholus! ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I think. 'Tis time. . making war against her heir. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine. Where America. as. Enter ANGELO with the chain ANGELO. But. To conclude: this drudge or diviner laid claim to me. I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song. sir. Where England? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. O. sapphires. What is your will that I shall do with this? ANGELO. I think. who sent whole armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose. lest myself be guilty to self-wrong. sir. to trudge. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Ay. As from a bear a man would run for life. by the salt rheum that ran between France and it. the mark of my shoulder. ran from her as a witch. If any bark put forth. and my heart of steel. told me what privy marks I had about me. <Exit ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. There's none but witches do inhabit here. What please yourself. I have made it for you. And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence. sir. Of such enchanting presence and discourse. Hath almost made me traitor to myself. I know it well. I saw it not. carbuncles. declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain. hard in the palm of the hand. I found it by the barrenness. Where I will walk till thou return to me. Lo. the Netherlands? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. but I felt it hot in her breath. Where France? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. sir! I bespoke it not. So fly I from her that would be my wife. Made it for me. Where stood Belgia. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. But her fair sister. Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. that's my name. here is the chain. arm'd and reverted. I look'd for the chalky cliffs. an o'er embellished with rubies. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. come to the mart. The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long. but I guess it stood in her chin. And. Sir.

But neither chain nor goldsmith came to me. sir. Buy thou a rope. here's the note . And since I have not much importun'd you. I buy a rope. soft. I will discharge my bond. Or I'll attach you by this officer.. ANGELO. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. That labour may you save. I'll to the mart. and thank you too.ANGELO. and therefore came not. there's no man is so vain That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain. <Exit ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. If it were chain'd together. <Exit <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. I see the goldsmith. I pray you. What I should think of this cannot tell: But this I think. For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more. then straight away. SCENE 1 A public place Enter SECOND MERCHANT. And in the instant that I met with you He had of me a chain. see where he comes. and there for Dromio stay. at five o'clock I shall receive the money for the same. that will I bestow Among my wife and her confederates. Saving your merry humour. and want guilders for my voyage. And then receive my money for the chain. and bring it home to me. ANGELO. receive the money now. I buy a thousand pound a year. and an OFFICER SECOND MERCHANT. You are a merry man. And soon at supper-time I'll visit you. but twenty times you have. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. Therefore make present satisfaction. from the COURTEZAN'S OFFICER. and please your wife withal. While I go to the goldsmith's house. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house. I see a man here needs not live by shifts. Go home with it. You know since Pentecost the sum is due. but that I am bound To Persia. When in the streets he meets such golden gifts. Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. <Exit DROMIO ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. For locking me out of my doors by day. A man is well holp up that trusts to you! I promised your presence and the chain. Get thee gone. ANGELO. If any ship put out. go thou And buy a rope's end. But. Belike you thought our love would last too long. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. ANGELO. and DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Even just the sum that I do owe to you Is growing to me by Antipholus. INC. sir. fare you well.>> ACT IV. Nor now I had not. Not once nor twice.

How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat. I am not furnish'd with the present money. ANGELO. Good signior. if thou dar'st. and charge you in the Duke's name to obey me. lest I come not time enough. My business cannot brook this dalliance. The hour steals on. and stays but for it. sir. The money that you owe me for the chain. I will. and chargeful fashion. I owe you none till I receive the chain. arrest him. No. Consider how it stands upon my credit. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Come. I'll leave him to the officer. I pray you. Here is thy fee. Why. say whe'r you'll answer me or no. I have some business in the town. Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman. ANGELO. sir. But. But. Then you will bring the chain to her yourself? ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. sirrah. ANGELO. you know I gave it you even now. sir. officer. sir. have held him here too long. I should have chid you for not bringing it. The fineness of the gold. I do arrest you. For he is bound to sea. OFFICER. Fie. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. you first begin to brawl. Or I attach you by this officer. Perchance I will be there as soon as you. You know I gave it you half an hour since. ANGELO. I answer you! What should I answer you? ANGELO. I do. This touches me in reputation. I pray you see him presently discharg'd. Well. and bid my wife Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof. If not. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. give it to my wife. sir. like a shrew. you hear the suit. . and fetch your money. ANGELO. I do obey thee till I give thee bail. you shall buy this sport as dear As all the metal in your shop will answer. Sir. I pray you. Consent to pay thee that I never had! Arrest me. ANGELO. sir. And with you take the chain. foolish fellow. sir. You gave me none. Besides. officer. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. to blame. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. You wrong me more. I shall have law in Ephesus. SECOND MERCHANT. You hear how he importunes me-the chain! ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. ANGELO. If he should scorn me so apparently. I would not spare my brother in this case. ANGELO. come. SECOND MERCHANT. now you run this humour out of breath! Come. give me the chain. Which doth amount to three odd ducats more Than I stand debted to this gentleman. bear it with you. Either send the chain or send by me some token. you wrong me much to say so. Or else you may return without your money. dispatch. I hope you have. SECOND MERCHANT. Nay. ANGELO. where's the chain? I pray you let me see it. come. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. An if I have not. Either consent to pay this sum for me. in denying it. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And I. ANGELO. Good sir. Well. arrest him at my suit. Have you the chain about you? ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. take the stranger to my house. OFFICER. Good Lord! you use this dalliance to excuse Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.

With words that in an honest suit might move. And that shall bail me. And told thee to what purpose and what end. On. That love I begg'd for you he begg'd of me. for a bark. A ship you sent me to. ADRIANA. villain. She is too big. hie thee. LUCIANA. the merry wind Blows fair from land. and aqua-vitx. be gone. To Adriana. nor I will not hold me still. <Exeunt all but DROMIO DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. she bears away. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband. thou peevish sheep. And what said he? LUCIANA. What ship of Epidamnum stays for me? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Ah. I hope. from the bay DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. YOU sent me for a rope's end as soonYou sent me to the bay. the balsamum. <Exit SCENE 2 The house of ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA ADRIANA. then my speech. let her send it. did he tempt thee so? Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye That he did plead in earnest? Yea or no? Look'd he or red or pale. I have convey'd aboard. shall have his will. they stay for nought at an But for their owner. though not my heart. to hire waftage. although against my will. Luciana. hie thee straight. ADRIANA. Then pleaded I for you.To your notorious shame. for me to compass. LUCIANA. to prison till it come. sir. ADRIANA. sir. The ship is in her trim. Then swore he that he was a stranger here. I beseech. I cannot. though yet forsworn he were. Didst speak him fair? LUCIANA. Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. there's a bark of Epidamnum That stays but till her owner comes aboard. I Will debate this matter at more leisure. Master. With what persuasion did he tempt thy love? LUCIANA. First he did praise my beauty. ADRIANA. Tell her I am arrested in the street. . THOU drunken slave! I sent the for a rope. He meant he did me none-the more my spite. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. My tongue. First he denied you had in him no right. And then. I doubt it not. and yourself. ADRIANA. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. or sad or merrily? What observation mad'st thou in this case Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face? LUCIANA. Give her this key. To Adriana! that is where we din'd. And teach your ears to list me with more heed. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. For servants must their masters' minds fulfil. and I have bought The oil. Have patience. slave. sir. and tell her in the desk That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry There is a purse of ducats. How now! a madman? Why. And true he swore. Thither I must. master. ADRIANA. officer. Our fraughtage.

LUCIANA. one that countermands The passages of alleys. As if Time were in debt! How fondly dost thou reason! DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. ADRIANA. No. on a band. ADRIANA. ungentle. Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day? Re-enter LUCIANA with a purse ADRIANA. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. before the Judgment. at whose suit? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. a chain. is he arrested? Tell me. No. redemption. I am press'd down with conceitConceit. What. sister. ADRIANA. what is the matter? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. If any hour meet a sergeant. he's in Tartar limbo. One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel. carries poor souls to hell. that can I tell. the bell. <Exeunt SCENE 3 . 'a turns back for very fear. a fellow all in buff. I know not at whose suit he is arrested well. Go. no. crooked. unkind. A back-friend. Do you not hear it ring? ADRIANA. Here go-the desk. blunt. the purse. How hast thou lost thy breath? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. and yet draws dry-foot well. By running fast. shapeless everywhere. and owes more than he's worth to season. Ill-fac'd. Vicious. A fiend. A devil in an everlasting garment hath him. there's the money. was he arrested on a band? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. mistress. the chain? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Tell me. A chain. my comfort and my injury. Time is a very bankrupt. I do not know the matter. Come. Why. ADRIANA. worse than hell. though my tongue do curse. Stigmatical in making. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.He is deformed. [Exit LUCIANA] This I wonder at: Thus he unknown to me should be in debt. Will you send him. ADRIANA. foolish. but I think him better than I say. Go fetch it. worse in mind. old. Ah. he is rested on the case. Sweet now. he's a thief too: have you not heard men say That Time comes stealing on by night and day? If 'a be in debt and theft. a shoulder-clapper. worse bodied. and now the clock strikes one. a fairy. and sere. Dromio? Is he well? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. LUCIANA. Dromio. sister. make haste. Far from her nest the lapwing cries away. Who would be jealous then of such a one? No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone. One that. A wolf. nay worse. Where is thy master. man. What. bear it straight. It was two ere I left him. but on a stronger thing. the money in his desk? ADRIANA. 'tis time that I were gone. Nay. My heart prays for him. creeks. ADRIANA. A hound that runs counter. pitiless and rough. Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. But he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him. And bring thy master home immediately. and a sergeant in the way. O yes. and narrow lands. The hours come back! That did I never hear. And yet would herein others' eyes were worse.

but that Adam that keeps the prison. Well met. and rest them. Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. And show'd me silks that he had bought for me. thou mean'st an officer? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. when gentlemen are tired. Master Antipholus. like an evil angel. Ay. The fellow is distract. Some blessed power deliver us from hence! Enter a COURTEZAN COURTEZAN. Sure. that brings any man to answer it that breaks his band. Some tender money to me. that takes pity on decayed men.The mart Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. sir. And every one doth call me by my name. Come not near her. there rest in your foolery. and says 'God give you good rest!' ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. 'tis a plain case: he that went. he that goes in the calf's skin that was kill'd for the Prodigal. Master. ergo. Some other give me thanks for kindnesses. some invite me. . and fire will burn. Satan. and here she comes in the habit of a light wench. to tarry for the boy Delay. sir. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. these are but imaginary wiles. I brought you word an hour since that the bark Expedition put forth to-night. sir. It is the devil. light wenches will burn. Master. avoid! I charge thee. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Some offer me commodities to buy. I see. What. you have found the goldsmith now. Here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you. No? Why. sir. like a bass-viol. Is that the chain you promis'd me to-day? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Why. that. she is worse. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. sir. tempt me not. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Nay. have you got the picture of old Adam new-apparell'd? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. on that thinks a man always going to bed. and thereof comes that the wenches say 'God damn me!' That's as much to say 'God make me a light wench!' It is written they appear to men like angels of light. And here we wander in illusions. he. the man. and then were you hind'red by the sergeant. in a case of leather. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here. What gold is this? What Adam dost thou mean? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. and bid you forsake your liberty. he that came behind you. is this Mistress Satan? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. And therewithal took measure of my body. Is there any ship puts forth to-night? May we be gone? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Not that Adam that kept the Paradise. here's the gold you sent me for. There's not a man I meet but doth salute me As if I were their well-acquainted friend. she is the devil's dam. sir. sir. the sergeant of the band. and give them suits of durance. light is an effect of fire. gives them a sob. he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a morris-pike. and so am I. Well. I understand thee not. well met. What.

for my diamond. fiend! What tell'st thou me of supping? Thou art. But she. he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. or bespeak a long spoon. COURTEZAN. He rush'd into my house and took perforce My ring away. let us go. The reason that I gather he is mad. and not trouble you. And tell his wife that. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Else would he never so demean himself. And will not lightly trust the messenger. sir. out of doubt. Now. Belike his wife. the chain you promis'd. sir. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. I warrant you. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. sir! Have you that I sent you for? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I tell you 'twill sound harshly in her cars. Antipholus is mad. as you are all. so much money. COURTEZAN. an if you give it her. Marry. That I should be attach'd in Ephesus. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Both one and other he denies me now. will pay them all. I will not break away. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Avaunt. Fear me not. A rush. Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here. I'll give thee. being lunatic. Avoid then. more covetous. I think he brings the money. <Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE COURTEZAN. if you do. a hair. my ring. that you know. Dromio? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. expect spoon-meat. My wife is in a wayward mood to-day. a drop of blood. A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats. Besides this present instance of his rage. Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS. For forty ducats is too much to lose. or else the chain. 'Fly pride' says the peacock. Master. This course I fittest choose. To warrant thee. Mistress. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. And for the same he promis'd me a chain. thou witch! Come. be wise. Or. and fright us with it. <Exit SCENE 4 A street Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS with the OFFICER ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. with a rope's-end Here comes my man. I hope you do not mean to cheat me so. would have a chain. Why. Master. My way is now to hie home to his house. Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. man.COURTEZAN. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail. Here's that. ere I leave thee. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. a sorceress. The devil will shake her chain. a cherry-stone. But where's the money? . Your man and you are marvellous merry. sir. And I'll be gone. Dromio. I pray you. a pin. as I am 'rested for. How now. acquainted with his fits. I conjure thee to leave me and be gone. A nut. On purpose shut the doors against his way.

poor distressed soul! ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. rais'd with it when I sit. PINCH. OFFICER.' ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight. Good Doctor Pinch. [Beating him] OFFICER. peace! I am not mad. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. I charge thee. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I am wak'd with it when I sleep. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.' respect your end. are these your customers? Did this companion with the saffron face Revel and feast it at my house to-day. Good now. And to that end. LUCIANA. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows. sir. Enter ADRIANA. you may prove it by my long 'ears. Nay. or rather. for rope? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Good sir. His incivility confirms no less. rather persuade him to hold his hands. that I might not feel your blows. O. Satan. five hundred at the rate. 'Beware the rope's-end. To yield possession to my holy prayers. the COURTEZAN. villain. be patient. how fiery and how sharp he looks! COURTEZAN. And I will please you what you will demand. Alas. When I am cold he heats me with beating. hous'd within this man. There is my hand. Thou whoreson. I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven. 'respice finem. Come. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Why. and to that end am I return'd. I am an ass indeed. and so is an ass. Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut. Five hundred ducats. I will welcome you. when I am warm he cools me with beating. LUCIANA. and let me feel your pulse. go along. sir. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. hold thy tongue. You minion. and let it feel your ear. To a rope's-end. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy. I gave the money for the rope. Nay. doting wizard. nay. I shall beg with it from door to door. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. that thou wert not. and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows. welcom'd home with it when I return. I have served him from the hour of my nativity to this instant. And I denied to enter in my house? . 'tis for me to be patient. How say you now? Is not your husband mad? ADRIANA. senseless villain! DROMIO OF EPHESUS. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I am in adversity. driven out of doors with it when I go from home.DROMIO OF EPHESUS. sir. Mistress. I'll serve you. to prophesy like the parrot. I would I were senseless. Peace. sir. and a SCHOOLMASTER call'd PINCH ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. you. Give me your hand. ADRIANA. I bear it on my shoulders as beggar wont her brat. Wilt thou still talk? [Beating him] COURTEZAN. my wife is coming yonder. sir. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. [Striking him] PINCH. when he hath lam'd me. and I think. you are a conjurer: Establish him in his true sense again. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.

God and the rope-maker bear me witness That I was sent for nothing but a rope! PINCH. poor man. Masters. and laid in some dark room. He is my prisoner. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes That would behold in me this shameful sport. your doors were lock'd and you shut out. bind him. Mistress. gentle husband. Free from these slanders and this open shame! ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. and you shall not have him. what sayest thou? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I am thy prisoner. Go bind this man. It is no shame. And art confederate with a damned pack To make a loathsome abject scorn of me. Dissembling harlot. thou art false in all. who came in haste for it. and scorn me? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. if I let him go. O husband. lock thee forth. how pale and wan he looks! ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. bind him. thou. thou speak'st false in both. In verity. That since have felt the vigour of his rage. yielding to him. will you murder me? Thou gaoler. PINCH. He is my prisoner. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. But I confess. What wilt thou do. for he is frantic too. More company! The fiend is strong within him. Where would you had remain'd until this time. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And. Enter three or four. thou peevish officer? Hast thou delight to see a wretched man Do outrage and displeasure to himself? OFFICER. wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day? And why dost thou deny the bag of gold? ADRIANA. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Ay me. sir. Sans fable. Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. What. Dissembling villain. He came to me. the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you. taunt. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. you did not dine at home. They must be bound. God doth know you din'd at home. let him go. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Certes. let him not come near me. And I am witness with her that she did. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I sent you money to redeem you. I receiv'd no gold. Alas. Say. Din'd at home! Thou villain. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. master. I did not. By Dromio here. LUCIANA. she herself revil'd you there. I know it by their pale and deadly looks. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. and I deliver'd it. and offer to bind him. Perdie. you did. ADRIANA. And. [They bind DROMIO] ADRIANA. the fellow finds his vein. Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me. Went'st not thou to her for purse of ducats? ADRIANA. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. And did not she herself revile me there? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Wilt thou suffer them To make a rescue? OFFICER. Money by me! Heart and goodwill you might. humours well his frenzy. Did not her kitchen-maid rail. My bones bear witness. ADRIANA. Is't good to soothe him in these contraries? PINCH. ADRIANA. Sir. But surely. ADRIANA. PINCH. not a rag of money. that we were lock'd out. Sooth to say. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. both man and master is possess'd. gentle master. And did not I in rage depart from thence? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. . she did. O.ADRIANA. He strives LUCIANA.

The debt he owes will be requir'd of me. ADRIANA. I will discharge thee ere I go from thee; Bear me forthwith unto his creditor, And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it. Good Master Doctor, see him safe convey'd Home to my house. O most unhappy day! ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. O most unhappy strumpet! DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Master, I am here ent'red in bond for you. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Out on thee, villian! Wherefore dost thou mad me? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Will you be bound for nothing? Be mad, good master; cry 'The devil!' LUCIANA. God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk! ADRIANA. Go bear him hence. Sister, go you with me. <Exeunt all but ADRIANA, LUCIANA, OFFICERS, and COURTEZAN Say now, whose suit is he arrested at? OFFICER. One Angelo, a goldsmith; do you know him? ADRIANA. I know the man. What is the sum he owes? OFFICER. Two hundred ducats. ADRIANA. Say, how grows it due? OFFICER. Due for a chain your husband had of him. ADRIANA. He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it not. COURTEZAN. When as your husband, all in rage, to-day Came to my house, and took away my ringThe ring I saw upon his finger nowStraight after did I meet him with a chain. ADRIANA. It may be so, but I did never see it. Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is; I long to know the truth hereof at large. Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE, with his rapier drawn, and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. LUCIANA. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. ADRIANA. And come with naked swords. Let's call more help to have them bound again. OFFICER. Away, they'll kill us! <Exeunt all but ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE as fast as may be, frighted ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I see these witches are afraid of swords. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. She that would be your wife now ran from you. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence. I long that we were safe and sound aboard. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I will not stay to-night for all the town; Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard. <Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY

SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> ACT V. SCENE 1 A street before a priory Enter SECOND MERCHANT and ANGELO ANGELO. I am sorry, sir, that I have hind'red you; But I protest he had the chain of me, Though most dishonestly he doth deny it. SECOND MERCHANT. How is the man esteem'd here in the city? ANGELO. Of very reverend reputation, sir, Of credit infinite, highly belov'd, Second to none that lives here in the city; His word might bear my wealth at any time. SECOND MERCHANT. Speak softly; yonder, as I think, he walks. Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE ANGELO. 'Tis so; and that self chain about his neck Which he forswore most monstrously to have. Good sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him. Signior Andpholus, I wonder much That you would put me to this shame and trouble; And, not without some scandal to yourself, With circumstance and oaths so to deny This chain, which now you wear so openly. Beside the charge, the shame, imprisonment, You have done wrong to this my honest friend; Who, but for staying on our controversy, Had hoisted sail and put to sea to-day. This chain you had of me; can you deny it? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I think I had; I never did deny it. SECOND MERCHANT. Yes, that you did, sir, and forswore it too. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Who heard me to deny it or forswear it? SECOND MERCHANT. These ears of mine, thou know'st, did hear thee. Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou liv'st To walk where any honest men resort. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Thou art a villain to impeach me thus; I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty Against thee presently, if thou dar'st stand. SECOND MERCHANT. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain. [They draw] Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the COURTEZAN, and OTHERS ADRIANA. Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake! He is mad. Some get within him, take his sword away; Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Run, master, run; for God's sake take a house. This is some priory. In, or we are spoil'd. <Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE to the priory Enter the LADY ABBESS ABBESS. Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you hither? ADRIANA. To fetch my poor distracted husband hence. Let us come in, that we may bind him fast, And bear him home for his recovery. ANGELO. I knew he was not in his perfect wits. SECOND MERCHANT. I am sorry now that I did draw on him. ABBESS. How long hath this possession held the man? ADRIANA. This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad, And much different from the man he was; But till this afternoon his passion

Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. ABBESS. Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea? Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye Stray'd his affection in unlawful love? A sin prevailing much in youthful men Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. Which of these sorrows is he subject to? ADRIANA. To none of these, except it be the last; Namely, some love that drew him oft from home. ABBESS. You should for that have reprehended him. ADRIANA. Why, so I did. ABBESS. Ay, but not rough enough. ADRIANA. As roughly as my modesty would let me. ABBESS. Haply in private. ADRIANA. And in assemblies too. ABBESS. Ay, but not enough. ADRIANA. It was the copy of our conference. In bed, he slept not for my urging it; At board, he fed not for my urging it; Alone, it was the subject of my theme; In company, I often glanced it; Still did I tell him it was vile and bad. ABBESS. And thereof came it that the man was mad. The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. It seems his sleeps were hind'red by thy railing, And thereof comes it that his head is light. Thou say'st his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidings: Unquiet meals make ill digestions; Thereof the raging fire of fever bred; And what's a fever but a fit of madness? Thou say'st his sports were hind'red by thy brawls. Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue But moody and dull melancholy, Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair, And at her heels a huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures and foes to life? In food, in sport, and life-preserving rest, To be disturb'd would mad or man or beast. The consequence is, then, thy jealous fits Hath scar'd thy husband from the use of wits. LUCIANA. She never reprehended him but mildly, When he demean'd himself rough, rude, and wildly. Why bear you these rebukes, and answer not? ADRIANA. She did betray me to my own reproof. Good people, enter, and lay hold on him. ABBESS. No, not a creature enters in my house. ADRIANA. Then let your servants bring my husband forth. ABBESS. Neither; he took this place for sanctuary, And it shall privilege him from your hands Till I have brought him to his wits again, Or lose my labour in assaying it. ADRIANA. I will attend my husband, be his nurse, Diet his sickness, for it is my office, And will have no attorney but myself; And therefore let me have him home with me.

ABBESS. Be patient; for I will not let him stir Till I have us'd the approved means I have, With wholesome syrups, drugs, and holy prayers, To make of him a formal man again. It is a branch and parcel of mine oath, A charitable duty of my order; Therefore depart, and leave him here with me. ADRIANA. I will not hence and leave my husband here; And ill it doth beseem your holiness To separate the husband and the wife. ABBESS. Be quiet, and depart; thou shalt not have him. <Exit LUCIANA. Complain unto the Duke of this indignity. ADRIANA. Come, go; I will fall prostrate at his feet, And never rise until my tears and prayers Have won his Grace to come in person hither And take perforce my husband from the Abbess. SECOND MERCHANT. By this, I think, the dial points at five; Anon, I'm sure, the Duke himself in person Comes this way to the melancholy vale, The place of death and sorry execution, Behind the ditches of the abbey here. ANGELO. Upon what cause? SECOND MERCHANT. To see a reverend Syracusian merchant, Who put unluckily into this bay Against the laws and statutes of this town, Beheaded publicly for his offence. ANGELO. See where they come; we will behold his death. LUCIANA. Kneel to the Duke before he pass the abbey. Enter the DUKE, attended; AEGEON, bareheaded; with the HEADSMAN and other OFFICERS DUKE. Yet once again proclaim it publicly, If any friend will pay the sum for him, He shall not die; so much we tender him. ADRIANA. Justice, most sacred Duke, against the Abbess! DUKE. She is a virtuous and a reverend lady; It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong. ADRIANA. May it please your Grace, Antipholus, my husband, Who I made lord of me and all I had At your important letters-this ill day A most outrageous fit of madness took him, That desp'rately he hurried through the street, With him his bondman all as mad as he, Doing displeasure to the citizens By rushing in their houses, bearing thence Rings, jewels, anything his rage did like. Once did I get him bound and sent him home, Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went, That here and there his fury had committed. Anon, I wot not by what strong escape, He broke from those that had the guard of him, And with his mad attendant and himself, Each one with ireful passion, with drawn swords, Met us again and, madly bent on us, Chas'd us away; till, raising of more aid, We came again to bind them. Then they fled

Into this abbey, whither we pursu'd them; And here the Abbess shuts the gates on us, And will not suffer us to fetch him out, Nor send him forth that we may bear him hence. Therefore, most gracious Duke, with thy command Let him be brought forth and borne hence for help. DUKE. Long since thy husband serv'd me in my wars, And I to thee engag'd a prince's word, When thou didst make him master of thy bed, To do him all the grace and good I could. Go, some of you, knock at the abbey gate, And bid the Lady Abbess come to me, I will determine this before I stir. Enter a MESSENGER MESSENGER. O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself! My master and his man are both broke loose, Beaten the maids a-row and bound the doctor, Whose beard they have sing'd off with brands of fire; And ever, as it blaz'd, they threw on him Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair. My master preaches patience to him, and the while His man with scissors nicks him like a fool; And sure, unless you send some present help, Between them they will kill the conjurer. ADRIANA. Peace, fool! thy master and his man are here, And that is false thou dost report to us. MESSENGER. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true; I have not breath'd almost since I did see it. He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you, To scorch your face, and to disfigure you. [Cry within] Hark, hark, I hear him, mistress; fly, be gone! DUKE. Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds. ADRIANA. Ay me, it is my husband! Witness you That he is borne about invisible. Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here, And now he's there, past thought of human reason. Enter ANTIPHOLUS OFEPHESUS and DROMIO OFEPHESUS ANTIPHOLUS OFEPHESUS. Justice, most gracious Duke; O, grant me justice! Even for the service that long since I did thee, When I bestrid thee in the wars, and took Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice. AEGEON. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote, I see my son Antipholus, and Dromio. ANTIPHOLUS OFEPHESUS. Justice, sweet Prince, against that woman there! She whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife, That hath abused and dishonoured me Even in the strength and height of injury. Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shameless thrown on me. DUKE. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just. ANTIPHOLUS OFEPHESUS. This day, great Duke, she shut the doors upon me, While she with harlots feasted in my house. DUKE. A grievous fault. Say, woman, didst thou so? ADRIANA. No, my good lord. Myself, he, and my sister,

To-day did dine together. So befall my soul As this is false he burdens me withal! LUCIANA. Ne'er may I look on day nor sleep on night But she tells to your Highness simple truth! ANGELO. O peflur'd woman! They are both forsworn. In this the madman justly chargeth them. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. My liege, I am advised what I say; Neither disturbed with the effect of wine, Nor heady-rash, provok'd with raging ire, Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad. This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner; That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her, Could witness it, for he was with me then; Who parted with me to go fetch a chain, Promising to bring it to the Porpentine, Where Balthazar and I did dine together. Our dinner done, and he not coming thither, I went to seek him. In the street I met him, And in his company that gentleman. There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down That I this day of him receiv'd the chain, Which, God he knows, I saw not; for the which He did arrest me with an officer. I did obey, and sent my peasant home For certain ducats; he with none return'd. Then fairly I bespoke the officer To go in person with me to my house. By th' way we met my wife, her sister, and a rabble more Of vile confederates. Along with them They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain, A mere anatomy, a mountebank, A threadbare juggler, and a fortune-teller, A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, A living dead man. This pernicious slave, Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer, And gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse, And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me, Cries out I was possess'd. Then all together They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence, And in a dark and dankish vault at home There left me and my man, both bound together; Till, gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom, and immediately Ran hither to your Grace; whom I beseech To give me ample satisfaction For these deep shames and great indignities. ANGELO. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him, That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out. DUKE. But had he such a chain of thee, or no? ANGELO. He had, my lord, and when he ran in here, These people saw the chain about his neck. SECOND MERCHANT. Besides, I will be sworn these ears of mine Heard you confess you had the chain of him, After you first forswore it on the mart; And thereupon I drew my sword on you, And then you fled into this abbey here,

From whence, I think, you are come by miracle. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. I never came within these abbey walls, Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me; I never saw the chain, so help me Heaven! And this is false you burden me withal. DUKE. Why, what an intricate impeach is this! I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup. If here you hous'd him, here he would have been; If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly. You say he din'd at home: the goldsmith here Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Sir, he din'd with her there, at the Porpentine. COURTEZAN. He did; and from my finger snatch'd that ring. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. 'Tis true, my liege; this ring I had of her. DUKE. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? COURTEZAN. As sure, my liege, as I do see your Grace. DUKE. Why, this is strange. Go call the Abbess hither. I think you are all mated or stark mad. <Exit one to the ABBESS AEGEON. Most mighty Duke, vouchsafe me speak a word: Haply I see a friend will save my life And pay the sum that may deliver me. DUKE. Speak freely, Syracusian, what thou wilt. AEGEON. Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus? And is not that your bondman Dromio? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Within this hour I was his bondman, sir, But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords Now am I Dromio and his man unbound. AEGEON. I am sure you both of you remember me. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you; For lately we were bound as you are now. You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir? AEGEON. Why look you strange on me? You know me well. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. I never saw you in my life till now. AEGEON. O! grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last; And careful hours with time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Neither. AEGEON. Dromio, nor thou? DROMIO OF EPHESUS. No, trust me, sir, nor I. AEGEON. I am sure thou dost. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him. AEGEON. Not know my voice! O time's extremity, Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue In seven short years that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear; All these old witnesses-I cannot errTell me thou art my son Antipholus.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. I never saw my father in my life. AEGEON. But seven years since, in Syracuse, boy, Thou know'st we parted; but perhaps, my son, Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. The Duke and all that know me in the city Can witness with me that it is not so: I ne'er saw Syracuse in my life. DUKE. I tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years Have I been patron to Antipholus, During which time he ne'er saw Syracuse. I see thy age and dangers make thee dote. Re-enter the ABBESS, with ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE ABBESS. Most mighty Duke, behold a man much wrong'd. [All gather to see them] ADRIANA. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me. DUKE. One of these men is genius to the other; And so of these. Which is the natural man, And which the spirit? Who deciphers them? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I, Sir, am Dromio; pray let me stay. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Aegeon, art thou not? or else his DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. O, my old master! who hath bound ABBESS. Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds, And gain a husband by his liberty. Speak, old Aegeon, if thou be'st the man That hadst a wife once call'd Aemilia, That bore thee at a burden two fair sons. O, if thou be'st the same Aegeon, speak, And speak unto the same Aemilia! AEGEON. If I dream not, thou art Aemilia. If thou art she, tell me where is that son That floated with thee on the fatal raft? ABBESS. By men of Epidamnum he and I And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; But by and by rude fishermen of Corinth By force took Dromio and my son from them, And me they left with those of Epidamnum. What then became of them I cannot tell; I to this fortune that you see me in. DUKE. Why, here begins his morning story right. These two Antipholus', these two so like, And these two Dromios, one in semblanceBesides her urging of her wreck at seaThese are the parents to these children, Which accidentally are met together. Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. DUKE. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. And I with him. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Brought to this town by that most famous warrior, Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle. ADRIANA. Which of you two did dine with me to-day? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I, gentle mistress. ADRIANA. And are not you my husband? ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. No; I say nay to that.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. And so do I, yet did she call me so; And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here, Did call me brother. [To LUCIANA] What I told you then, I hope I shall have leisure to make good; If this be not a dream I see and hear. ANGELO. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I think it be, sir; I deny it not. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And you, sir, for this chain arrested me. ANGELO. I think I did, sir; I deny it not. ADRIANA. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail, By Dromio; but I think he brought it not. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. No, none by me. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you, And Dromio my man did bring them me. I see we still did meet each other's man, And I was ta'en for him, and he for me, And thereupon these ERRORS are arose. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. These ducats pawn I for my father here. DUKE. It shall not need; thy father hath his life. COURTEZAN. Sir, I must have that diamond from you. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer. ABBESS. Renowned Duke, vouchsafe to take the pains To go with us into the abbey here, And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes; And all that are assembled in this place That by this sympathized one day's error Have suffer'd wrong, go keep us company, And we shall make full satisfaction. Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail Of you, my sons; and till this present hour My heavy burden ne'er delivered. The Duke, my husband, and my children both, And you the calendars of their nativity, Go to a gossips' feast, and go with me; After so long grief, such nativity! DUKE. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast. <Exeunt all but ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE, ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS, DROMIO OF SYRACUSE, and DROMIO OF EPHESUS DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard? ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio. Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon. Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him. <Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE and ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. There is a fat friend at your master's house, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner; She now shall be my sister, not my wife. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother; I see by you I am a sweet-fac'd youth. Will you walk in to see their gossiping? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Not I, sir; you are my elder. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. That's a question; how shall we try it? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. We'll draw cuts for the senior; till then, lead thou first.


FIRST CITIZEN. YOU are all resolv'd rather to die than to famish? ALL. Resolv'd, resolv'd. FIRST CITIZEN. First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people. ALL. We know't, we know't. FIRST CITIZEN. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict? ALL. No more talking on't; let it be done. Away, away! SECOND CITIZEN. One word, good citizens. FIRST CITIZEN. We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good. What authority surfeits on would relieve us; if they would yield us but the superfluity while it were wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely; but they think we are too dear. The leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes ere we become rakes; for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. SECOND CITIZEN. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius? FIRST CITIZEN. Against him first; he's a very dog to the commonalty. SECOND CITIZEN. Consider you what services he has done for his country? FIRST CITIZEN. Very well, and could be content to give him good report for't but that he pays himself with being proud. SECOND CITIZEN. Nay, but speak not maliciously. FIRST CITIZEN. I say unto you, what he hath done famously he did it to that end; though soft-conscienc'd men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother and to be partly proud, which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. SECOND CITIZEN. What he cannot help in his nature you account a vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous. FIRST CITIZEN. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within] What shouts are these? The other side o' th' city is risen. Why stay we prating here? To th' Capitol! ALL. Come, come. FIRST CITIZEN. Soft! who comes here? Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA SECOND CITIZEN. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always lov'd the people. FIRST CITIZEN. He's one honest enough; would all the rest were so! MENENIUS. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you. FIRST CITIZEN. Our business is not unknown to th' Senate; they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know we have strong arms too. MENENIUS. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves? FIRST CITIZEN. We cannot, sir; we are undone already. MENENIUS. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you. For your wants, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them Against the Roman state; whose course will on

The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder than can ever Appear in your impediment. For the dearth, The gods, not the patricians, make it, and Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, You are transported by calamity Thither where more attends you; and you slander The helms o' th' state, who care for you like fathers, When you curse them as enemies. FIRST CITIZEN. Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er car'd for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their storehouses cramm'd with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us. MENENIUS. Either you must Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you A pretty tale. It may be you have heard it; But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture To stale't a little more. FIRST CITIZEN. Well, I'll hear it, sir; yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale. But, an't please you, deliver. MENENIUS. There was a time when all the body's members Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it: That only like a gulf it did remain I' th' midst o' th' body, idle and unactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest; where th' other instruments Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, And, mutually participate, did minister Unto the appetite and affection common Of the whole body. The belly answer'dFIRST CITIZEN. Well, sir, what answer made the belly? MENENIUS. Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile, Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thusFor look you, I may make the belly smile As well as speak- it tauntingly replied To th' discontented members, the mutinous parts That envied his receipt; even so most fitly As you malign our senators for that They are not such as you. FIRST CITIZEN. Your belly's answer- What? The kingly crowned head, the vigilant eye, The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier, Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter, With other muniments and petty helps Is this our fabric, if that theyMENENIUS. What then? Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? What then? FIRST CITIZEN. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink o' th' bodyMENENIUS. Well, what then? FIRST CITIZEN. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer?

MENENIUS. I will tell you; If you'll bestow a small- of what you have littlePatience awhile, you'st hear the belly's answer. FIRST CITIZEN. Y'are long about it. MENENIUS. Note me this, good friend: Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, and thus answered. 'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he 'That I receive the general food at first Which you do live upon; and fit it is, Because I am the storehouse and the shop Of the whole body. But, if you do remember, I send it through the rivers of your blood, Even to the court, the heart, to th' seat o' th' brain; And, through the cranks and offices of man, The strongest nerves and small inferior veins From me receive that natural competency Whereby they live. And though that all at once You, my good friends'- this says the belly; mark me. FIRST CITIZEN. Ay, sir; well, well. MENENIUS. 'Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each, Yet I can make my audit up, that all From me do back receive the flour of all, And leave me but the bran.' What say you to' t? FIRST CITIZEN. It was an answer. How apply you this? MENENIUS. The senators of Rome are this good belly, And you the mutinous members; for, examine Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly Touching the weal o' th' common, you shall find No public benefit which you receive But it proceeds or comes from them to you, And no way from yourselves. What do you think, You, the great toe of this assembly? FIRST CITIZEN. I the great toe? Why the great toe? MENENIUS. For that, being one o' th' lowest, basest, poorest, Of this most wise rebellion, thou goest foremost. Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, Lead'st first to win some vantage. But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs. Rome and her rats are at the point of battle; The one side must have bale. Enter CAIUS MARCIUS Hail, noble Marcius! MARCIUS. Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs? FIRST CITIZEN. We have ever your good word. MARCIUS. He that will give good words to thee will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war? The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese; you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is

To make him worthy whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter That in these several places of the city You cry against the noble Senate, who, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else Would feed on one another? What's their seeking? MENENIUS. For corn at their own rates, whereof they say The city is well stor'd. MARCIUS. Hang 'em! They say! They'll sit by th' fire and presume to know What's done i' th' Capitol, who's like to rise, Who thrives and who declines; side factions, and give out Conjectural marriages, making parties strong, And feebling such as stand not in their liking Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's grain enough! Would the nobility lay aside their ruth And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high As I could pick my lance. MENENIUS. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded; For though abundantly they lack discretion, Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you, What says the other troop? MARCIUS. They are dissolv'd. Hang 'em! They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbsThat hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds They vented their complainings; which being answer'd, And a petition granted them- a strange one, To break the heart of generosity And make bold power look pale- they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation. MENENIUS. What is granted them? MARCIUS. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice. One's Junius BrutusSicinius Velutus, and I know not. 'Sdeath! The rabble should have first unroof'd the city Ere so prevail'd with me; it will in time Win upon power and throw forth greater themes For insurrection's arguing. MENENIUS. This is strange. MARCIUS. Go get you home, you fragments. Enter a MESSENGER, hastily MESSENGER. Where's Caius Marcius? MARCIUS. Here. What's the matter? MESSENGER. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.

MARCIUS. I am glad on't; then we shall ha' means to vent Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders. Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, with other SENATORS; JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS FIRST SENATOR. Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us: The Volsces are in arms. MARCIUS. They have a leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't. I sin in envying his nobility; And were I anything but what I am, I would wish me only he. COMINIUS. You have fought together? MARCIUS. Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him. He is a lion That I am proud to hunt. FIRST SENATOR. Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars. COMINIUS. It is your former promise. MARCIUS. Sir, it is; And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face. What, art thou stiff? Stand'st out? LARTIUS. No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other Ere stay behind this business. MENENIUS. O, true bred! FIRST SENATOR. Your company to th' Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us. LARTIUS. [To COMINIUS] Lead you on. [To MARCIUS] Follow Cominius; we must follow you; Right worthy you priority. COMINIUS. Noble Marcius! FIRST SENATOR. [To the Citizens] Hence to your homes; be gone. MARCIUS. Nay, let them follow. The Volsces have much corn: take these rats thither To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth; pray follow. Ciitzens steal away. Exeunt all but SICINIUS and BRUTUS SICINIUS. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? BRUTUS. He has no equal. SICINIUS. When we were chosen tribunes for the peopleBRUTUS. Mark'd you his lip and eyes? SICINIUS. Nay, but his taunts! BRUTUS. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the gods. SICINIUS. Bemock the modest moon. BRUTUS. The present wars devour him! He is grown Too proud to be so valiant. SICINIUS. Such a nature, Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon. But I do wonder His insolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius. BRUTUS. Fame, at the which he aimsIn whom already he is well grac'd- cannot Better be held nor more attain'd than by

A place below the first; for what miscarries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform To th' utmost of a man, and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius 'O, if he Had borne the business!' SICINIUS. Besides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall Of his demerits rob Cominius. BRUTUS. Come. Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed In aught he merit not. SICINIUS. Let's hence and hear How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion, More than his singularity, he goes Upon this present action. BRUTUS. Let's along. Exeunt SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate House. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS with SENATORS of Corioli FIRST SENATOR. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are ent'red in our counsels And know how we proceed. AUFIDIUS. Is it not yours? What ever have been thought on in this state That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone Since I heard thence; these are the words- I think I have the letter here;.yes, here it is: [Reads] 'They have press'd a power, but it is not known Whether for east or west. The dearth is great; The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd, Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, Who is of Rome worse hated than of you, And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, These three lead on this preparation Whither 'tis bent. Most likely 'tis for you; Consider of it.' FIRST SENATOR. Our army's in the field; We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready To answer us. AUFIDIUS. Nor did you think it folly To keep your great pretences veil'd till when They needs must show themselves; which in the hatching, It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery We shall be short'ned in our aim, which was To take in many towns ere almost Rome Should know we were afoot. SECOND SENATOR. Noble Aufidius, Take your commission; hie you to your bands; Let us alone to guard Corioli. If they set down before's, for the remove Bring up your army; but I think you'll find Th' have not prepar'd for us. AUFIDIUS. O, doubt not that!

I speak from certainties. Nay more, Some parcels of their power are forth already, And only hitherward. I leave your honours. If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet, 'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike Till one can do no more. ALL. The gods assist you! AUFIDIUS. And keep your honours safe! FIRST SENATOR. Farewell. SECOND SENATOR. Farewell. ALL. Farewell. Exeunt SCENE III. Rome. MARCIUS' house Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA, mother and wife to MARCIUS; they set them down on two low stools and sew VOLUMNIA. I pray you, daughter, sing, or express yourself in a more comfortable sort. If my son were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won honour than in the embracements of his bed where he would show most love. When yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only son of my womb; when youth with comeliness pluck'd all gaze his way; when, for a day of kings' entreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding; I, considering how honour would become such a personthat it was no better than picture-like to hang by th' wall, if renown made it not stir- was pleas'd to let him seek danger where he was to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him, from whence he return'd his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man. VIRGILIA. But had he died in the business, madam, how then? VOLUMNIA. Then his good report should have been my son; I therein would have found issue. Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. Enter a GENTLEWOMAN GENTLEWOMAN. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you. VIRGILIA. Beseech you give me leave to retire myself. VOLUMNIA. Indeed you shall not. Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum; See him pluck Aufidius down by th' hair; As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him. Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus: 'Come on, you cowards! You were got in fear, Though you were born in Rome.' His bloody brow With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes, Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow Or all or lose his hire. VIRGILIA. His bloody brow? O Jupiter, no blood! VOLUMNIA. Away, you fool! It more becomes a man Than gilt his trophy. The breasts of Hecuba, When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood At Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria We are fit to bid her welcome. Exit GENTLEWOMAN VIRGILIA. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!

VOLUMNIA. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee And tread upon his neck. Re-enter GENTLEWOMAN, With VALERIA and an usher VALERIA. My ladies both, good day to you. VOLUMNIA. Sweet madam! VIRGILIA. I am glad to see your ladyship. VALERIA. How do you both? You are manifest housekeepers. What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good faith. How does your little son? VIRGILIA. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. VOLUMNIA. He had rather see the swords and hear a drum than look upon his schoolmaster. VALERIA. O' my word, the father's son! I'll swear 'tis a very pretty boy. O' my troth, I look'd upon him a Wednesday half an hour together; has such a confirm'd countenance! I saw him run after a gilded butterfly; and when he caught it he let it go again, and after it again, and over and over he comes, and up again, catch'd it again; or whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it. O, I warrant, how he mammock'd it! VOLUMNIA. One on's father's moods. VALERIA. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child. VIRGILIA. A crack, madam. VALERIA. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon. VIRGILIA. No, good madam; I will not out of doors. VALERIA. Not out of doors! VOLUMNIA. She shall, she shall. VIRGILIA. Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the threshold till my lord return from the wars. VALERIA. Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably; come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in. VIRGILIA. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither. VOLUMNIA. Why, I pray you? VIRGILIA. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love. VALERIA. You would be another Penelope; yet they say all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come, I would your cambric were sensible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us. VIRGILIA. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed I will not forth. VALERIA. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you excellent news of your husband. VIRGILIA. O, good madam, there can be none yet. VALERIA. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from him last night. VIRGILIA. Indeed, madam? VALERIA. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of our Roman power. Your lord and Titus Lartius are set down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true, on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us. VIRGILIA. Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in everything hereafter. VOLUMNIA. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will but disease

our better mirth. VALERIA. In troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then. Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o' door and go along with us. VIRGILIA. No, at a word, madam; indeed I must not. I wish you much mirth. VALERIA. Well then, farewell. Exeunt SCENE IV. Before Corioli Enter MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, with drum and colours, with CAPTAINS and soldiers. To them a MESSENGER MARCIUS. Yonder comes news; a wager- they have met. LARTIUS. My horse to yours- no. MARCIUS. 'Tis done. LARTIUS. Agreed. MARCIUS. Say, has our general met the enemy? MESSENGER. They lie in view, but have not spoke as yet. LARTIUS. So, the good horse is mine. MARCIUS. I'll buy him of you. LARTIUS. No, I'll nor sell nor give him; lend you him I will For half a hundred years. Summon the town. MARCIUS. How far off lie these armies? MESSENGER. Within this mile and half. MARCIUS. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours. Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work, That we with smoking swords may march from hence To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast. They sound a parley. Enter two SENATORS with others, on the walls of Corioli Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls? FIRST SENATOR. No, nor a man that fears you less than he: That's lesser than a little. [Drum afar off] Hark, our drums Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls Rather than they shall pound us up; our gates, Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with rushes; They'll open of themselves. [Alarum far off] Hark you far off! There is Aufidius. List what work he makes Amongst your cloven army. MARCIUS. O, they are at it! LARTIUS. Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho! Enter the army of the Volsces MARCIUS. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, brave Titus. They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows. He that retires, I'll take him for a Volsce, And he shall feel mine edge. Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their trenches. Re-enter MARCIUS, cursing MARCIUS. All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of- Boils and plagues Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Farther than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese That bear the shapes of men, how have you run

From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! All hurt behind! Backs red, and faces pale With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home, Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe And make my wars on you. Look to't. Come on; If you'll stand fast we'll beat them to their wives, As they us to our trenches. Follow me. Another alarum. The Volsces fly, and MARCIUS follows them to the gates So, now the gates are ope; now prove good seconds; 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Not for the fliers. Mark me, and do the like. [MARCIUS enters the gates] FIRST SOLDIER. Fool-hardiness; not I. SECOND SOLDIER. Not I. [MARCIUS is shut in] FIRST SOLDIER. See, they have shut him in. ALL. To th' pot, I warrant him. [Alarum continues] Re-enter TITUS LARTIUS LARTIUS. What is become of Marcius? ALL. Slain, sir, doubtless. FIRST SOLDIER. Following the fliers at the very heels, With them he enters; who, upon the sudden, Clapp'd to their gates. He is himself alone, To answer all the city. LARTIUS. O noble fellow! Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword, And when it bows stand'st up. Thou art left, Marcius; A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible Only in strokes; but with thy grim looks and The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world Were feverous and did tremble. Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy FIRST SOLDIER. Look, sir. LARTIUS. O, 'tis Marcius! Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. [They fight, and all enter the city] SCENE V. Within Corioli. A street Enter certain Romans, with spoils FIRST ROMAN. This will I carry to Rome. SECOND ROMAN. And I this. THIRD ROMAN. A murrain on 't! I took this for silver. [Alarum continues still afar off] Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS With a trumpeter MARCIUS. See here these movers that do prize their hours At a crack'd drachma! Cushions, leaden spoons, Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them! Exeunt pillagers And hark, what noise the general makes! To him! There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, Piercing our Romans; then, valiant Titus, take

Convenient numbers to make good the city; Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste To help Cominius. LARTIUS. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; Thy exercise hath been too violent For a second course of fight. MARCIUS. Sir, praise me not; My work hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well; The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus I will appear, and fight. LARTIUS. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Prosperity be thy page! MARCIUS. Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest! So farewell. LARTIUS. Thou worthiest Marcius! Exit MARCIUS Go sound thy trumpet in the market-place; Call thither all the officers o' th' town, Where they shall know our mind. Away! Exeunt SCENE VI. Near the camp of COMINIUS Enter COMINIUS, as it were in retire, with soldiers COMINIUS. Breathe you, my friends. Well fought; we are come off Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands Nor cowardly in retire. Believe me, sirs, We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, By interims and conveying gusts we have heard The charges of our friends. The Roman gods, Lead their successes as we wish our own, That both our powers, with smiling fronts encount'ring, May give you thankful sacrifice! Enter A MESSENGER Thy news? MESSENGER. The citizens of Corioli have issued And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle; I saw our party to their trenches driven, And then I came away. COMINIUS. Though thou speak'st truth, Methinks thou speak'st not well. How long is't since? MESSENGER. Above an hour, my lord. COMINIUS. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums. How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour, And bring thy news so late? MESSENGER. Spies of the Volsces Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel Three or four miles about; else had I, sir, Half an hour since brought my report. Enter MARCIUS COMINIUS. Who's yonder That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods! He has the stamp of Marcius, and I have Before-time seen him thus. MARCIUS. Come I too late? COMINIUS. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor

More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue From every meaner man. MARCIUS. Come I too late? COMINIUS. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own. MARCIUS. O! let me clip ye In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart As merry as when our nuptial day was done, And tapers burn'd to bedward. COMINIUS. Flower of warriors, How is't with Titus Lartius? MARCIUS. As with a man busied about decrees: Condemning some to death and some to exile; Ransoming him or pitying, threat'ning th' other; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, To let him slip at will. COMINIUS. Where is that slave Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? Where is he? Call him hither. MARCIUS. Let him alone; He did inform the truth. But for our gentlemen, The common file- a plague! tribunes for them! The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge From rascals worse than they. COMINIUS. But how prevail'd you? MARCIUS. Will the time serve to tell? I do not think. Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' th' field? If not, why cease you till you are so? COMINIUS. Marcius, We have at disadvantage fought, and did Retire to win our purpose. MARCIUS. How lies their battle? Know you on which side They have plac'd their men of trust? COMINIUS. As I guess, Marcius, Their bands i' th' vaward are the Antiates, Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius, Their very heart of hope. MARCIUS. I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, By th' blood we have shed together, by th' vows We have made to endure friends, that you directly Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates; And that you not delay the present, but, Filling the air with swords advanc'd and darts, We prove this very hour. COMINIUS. Though I could wish You were conducted to a gentle bath And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Deny your asking: take your choice of those That best can aid your action. MARCIUS. Those are they That most are willing. If any such be hereAs it were sin to doubt- that love this painting Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear Lesser his person than an ill report;

If any think brave death outweighs bad life And that his country's dearer than himself; Let him alone, or so many so minded, Wave thus to express his disposition, And follow Marcius. [They all shout and wave their swords, take him up in their arms and cast up their caps] O, me alone! Make you a sword of me? If these shows be not outward, which of you But is four Volsces? None of you but is Able to bear against the great Aufidius A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Though thanks to all, must I select from all; the rest Shall bear the business in some other fight, As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march; And four shall quickly draw out my command, Which men are best inclin'd. COMINIUS. March on, my fellows; Make good this ostentation, and you shall Divide in all with us. Exeunt SCENE VII. The gates of Corioli TITUS LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli, going with drum and trumpet toward COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with a LIEUTENANT, other soldiers, and a scout LARTIUS. So, let the ports be guarded; keep your duties As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve For a short holding. If we lose the field We cannot keep the town. LIEUTENANT. Fear not our care, sir. LARTIUS. Hence, and shut your gates upon's. Our guider, come; to th' Roman camp conduct us. Exeunt SCENE VIII. A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps Alarum, as in battle. Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS at several doors MARCIUS. I'll fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee Worse than a promise-breaker. AUFIDIUS. We hate alike: Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot. MARCIUS. Let the first budger die the other's slave, And the gods doom him after! AUFIDIUS. If I fly, Marcius, Halloa me like a hare. MARCIUS. Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, And made what work I pleas'd. 'Tis not my blood Wherein thou seest me mask'd. For thy revenge Wrench up thy power to th' highest. AUFIDIUS. Wert thou the Hector That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, Thou shouldst not scape me here. Here they fight, and certain Volsces come in the aid of AUFIDIUS. MARCIUS fights till they be driven in breathless Officious, and not valiant, you have sham'd me

In your condemned seconds. Exeunt SCENE IX. The Roman camp Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Enter, at one door, COMINIUS with the Romans; at another door, MARCIUS, with his arm in a scarf COMINIUS. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Thou't not believe thy deeds; but I'll report it Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, I' th' end admire; where ladies shall be frighted And, gladly quak'd, hear more; where the dull tribunes, That with the fusty plebeians hate thine honours, Shall say against their hearts 'We thank the gods Our Rome hath such a soldier.' Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast, Having fully din'd before. Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power, from the pursuit LARTIUS. O General, Here is the steed, we the caparison. Hadst thou beheldMARCIUS. Pray now, no more; my mother, Who has a charter to extol her blood, When she does praise me grieves me. I have done As you have done- that's what I can; induc'd As you have been- that's for my country. He that has but effected his good will Hath overta'en mine act. COMINIUS. You shall not be The grave of your deserving; Rome must know The value of her own. 'Twere a concealment Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, To hide your doings and to silence that Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, Would seem but modest. Therefore, I beseech you, In sign of what you are, not to reward What you have done, before our army hear me. MARCIUS. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart To hear themselves rememb'red. COMINIUS. Should they not, Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude And tent themselves with death. Of all the horsesWhereof we have ta'en good, and good store- of all The treasure in this field achiev'd and city, We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth Before the common distribution at Your only choice. MARCIUS. I thank you, General, But cannot make my heart consent to take A bribe to pay my sword. I do refuse it, And stand upon my common part with those That have beheld the doing. A long flourish. They all cry 'Marcius, Marcius!' cast up their caps and lances. COMINIUS and LARTIUS stand bare May these same instruments which you profane Never sound more! When drums and trumpets shall I' th' field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be

Made all of false-fac'd soothing. When steel grows Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made An overture for th' wars. No more, I say. For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, Or foil'd some debile wretch, which without note Here's many else have done, you shout me forth In acclamations hyperbolical, As if I lov'd my little should be dieted In praises sauc'd with lies. COMINIUS. Too modest are you; More cruel to your good report than grateful To us that give you truly. By your patience, If 'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put youLike one that means his proper harm- in manacles, Then reason safely with you. Therefore be it known, As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius Wears this war's garland; in token of the which, My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, With all his trim belonging; and from this time, For what he did before Corioli, can him With all th' applause-and clamour of the host, Caius Marcius Coriolanus. Bear th' addition nobly ever! [Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums] ALL. Caius Marcius Coriolanus! CORIOLANUS. I will go wash; And when my face is fair you shall perceive Whether I blush or no. Howbeit, I thank you; I mean to stride your steed, and at all times To undercrest your good addition To th' fairness of my power. COMINIUS. So, to our tent; Where, ere we do repose us, we will write To Rome of our success. You, Titus Lartius, Must to Corioli back. Send us to Rome The best, with whom we may articulate For their own good and ours. LARTIUS. I shall, my lord. CORIOLANUS. The gods begin to mock me. I, that now Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg Of my Lord General. COMINIUS. Take't- 'tis yours; what is't? CORIOLANUS. I sometime lay here in Corioli At a poor man's house; he us'd me kindly. He cried to me; I saw him prisoner; But then Aufidius was within my view, And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity. I request you To give my poor host freedom. COMINIUS. O, well begg'd! Were he the butcher of my son, he should Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. LARTIUS. Marcius, his name? CORIOLANUS. By Jupiter, forgot! I am weary; yea, my memory is tir'd. Have we no wine here? COMINIUS. Go we to our tent.

The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time It should be look'd to. Come. Exeunt SCENE X. The camp of the Volsces A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS bloody, with two or three soldiers AUFIDIUS. The town is ta'en. FIRST SOLDIER. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. AUFIDIUS. Condition! I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition? What good condition can a treaty find I' th' part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me; And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter As often as we eat. By th' elements, If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, He's mine or I am his. Mine emulation Hath not that honour in't it had; for where I thought to crush him in an equal force, True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way, Or wrath or craft may get him. FIRST SOLDIER. He's the devil. AUFIDIUS. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd With only suff'ring stain by him; for him Shall fly out of itself. Nor sleep nor sanctuary, Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol, The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice, Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst My hate to Marcius. Where I find him, were it At home, upon my brother's guard, even there, Against the hospitable canon, would I Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th' city; Learn how 'tis held, and what they are that must Be hostages for Rome. FIRST SOLDIER. Will not you go? AUFIDIUS. I am attended at the cypress grove; I pray you'Tis south the city mills- bring me word thither How the world goes, that to the pace of it I may spur on my journey. FIRST SOLDIER. I shall, sir. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> ACT II. SCENE I. Rome. A public place Enter MENENIUS, with the two Tribunes of the people, SICINIUS and BRUTUS MENENIUS. The augurer tells me we shall have news tonight. BRUTUS. Good or bad? MENENIUS. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they love not Marcius.

SICINIUS. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. MENENIUS. Pray you, who does the wolf love? SICINIUS. The lamb. MENENIUS. Ay, to devour him, as the hungry plebeians would the noble Marcius. BRUTUS. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. MENENIUS. He's a bear indeed, that lives fike a lamb. You two are old men; tell me one thing that I shall ask you. BOTH TRIBUNES. Well, sir. MENENIUS. In what enormity is Marcius poor in that you two have not in abundance? BRUTUS. He's poor in no one fault, but stor'd with all. SICINIUS. Especially in pride. BRUTUS. And topping all others in boasting. MENENIUS. This is strange now. Do you two know how you are censured here in the city- I mean of us o' th' right-hand file? Do you? BOTH TRIBUNES. Why, how are we censur'd? MENENIUS. Because you talk of pride now- will you not be angry? BOTH TRIBUNES. Well, well, sir, well. MENENIUS. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience. Give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at your pleasures- at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you in being so. You blame Marcius for being proud? BRUTUS. We do it not alone, sir. MENENIUS. I know you can do very little alone; for your helps are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone. You talk of pride. O that you could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves! O that you could! BOTH TRIBUNES. What then, sir? MENENIUS. Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates-alias fools- as any in Rome. SICINIUS. Menenius, you are known well enough too. MENENIUS. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in't; said to be something imperfect in favouring the first complaint, hasty and tinder-like upon too trivial motion; one that converses more with the buttock of the night than with the forehead of the morning. What I think I utter, and spend my malice in my breath. Meeting two such wealsmen as you are- I cannot call you Lycurguses- if the drink you give me touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked face at it. I cannot say your worships have deliver'd the matter well, when I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables; and though I must be content to bear with those that say you are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that tell you you have good faces. If you see this in the map of my microcosm, follows it that I am known well enough too? What harm can your bisson conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be known well enough too? BRUTUS. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. MENENIUS. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fosset-seller, and then rejourn the controversy of threepence

to a second day of audience. When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinch'd with the colic, you make faces like mummers, set up the bloody flag against all patience, and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing. All the peace you make in their cause is calling both the parties knaves. You are a pair of strange ones. BRUTUS. Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table than a necessary bencher in the Capitol. MENENIUS. Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's cushion or to be entomb'd in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying Marcius is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors since Deucalion; though peradventure some of the best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to your worships. More of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians. I will be bold to take my leave of you. [BRUTUS and SICINIUS go aside] Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA How now, my as fair as noble ladies- and the moon, were she earthly, no nobler- whither do you follow your eyes so fast? VOLUMNIA. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches; for the love of Juno, let's go. MENENIUS. Ha! Marcius coming home? VOLUMNIA. Ay, worthy Menenius, and with most prosperous approbation. MENENIUS. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo! Marcius coming home! VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA. Nay, 'tis true. VOLUMNIA. Look, here's a letter from him; the state hath another, his wife another; and I think there's one at home for you. MENENIUS. I will make my very house reel to-night. A letter for me? VIRGILIA. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw't. MENENIUS. A letter for me! It gives me an estate of seven years' health; in which time I will make a lip at the physician. The most sovereign prescription in Galen is but empiricutic and, to this preservative, of no better report than a horse-drench. Is he not wounded? He was wont to come home wounded. VIRGILIA. O, no, no, no. VOLUMNIA. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. MENENIUS. So do I too, if it be not too much. Brings a victory in his pocket? The wounds become him. VOLUMNIA. On's brows, Menenius, he comes the third time home with the oaken garland. MENENIUS. Has he disciplin'd Aufidius soundly? VOLUMNIA. Titus Lartius writes they fought together, but Aufidius got off. MENENIUS. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that; an he had stay'd by him, I would not have been so fidius'd for all the chests in Corioli and the gold that's in them. Is the Senate possess'd of this? VOLUMNIA. Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes: the Senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole name

of the war; he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly. VALERIA. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him. MENENIUS. Wondrous! Ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing. VIRGILIA. The gods grant them true! VOLUMNIA. True! pow, waw. MENENIUS. True! I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he wounded? [To the TRIBUNES] God save your good worships! Marcius is coming home; he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded? VOLUMNIA. I' th' shoulder and i' th' left arm; there will be large cicatrices to show the people when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i' th' body. MENENIUS. One i' th' neck and two i' th' thigh- there's nine that I know. VOLUMNIA. He had before this last expedition twenty-five wounds upon him. MENENIUS. Now it's twenty-seven; every gash was an enemy's grave. [A shout and flourish] Hark! the trumpets. VOLUMNIA. These are the ushers of Marcius. Before him he carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie, Which, being advanc'd, declines, and then men die. A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS the GENERAL, and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS, crown'd with an oaken garland; with CAPTAINS and soldiers and a HERALD HERALD. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight Within Corioli gates, where he hath won, With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these In honour follows Coriolanus. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! [Flourish] ALL. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! CORIOLANUS. No more of this, it does offend my heart. Pray now, no more. COMINIUS. Look, sir, your mother! CORIOLANUS. O, You have, I know, petition'd all the gods For my prosperity! [Kneels] VOLUMNIA. Nay, my good soldier, up; My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and By deed-achieving honour newly nam'dWhat is it? Coriolanus must I can thee? But, O, thy wife! CORIOLANUS. My gracious silence, hail! Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home, That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear, Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, And mothers that lack sons. MENENIUS. Now the gods crown thee! CORIOLANUS. And live you yet? [To VALERIA] O my sweet lady, pardon. VOLUMNIA. I know not where to turn. O, welcome home! And welcome, General. And y'are welcome all. MENENIUS. A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep

And I could laugh; I am light and heavy. Welcome! A curse begin at very root on's heart That is not glad to see thee! You are three That Rome should dote on; yet, by the faith of men, We have some old crab trees here at home that will not Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors. We call a nettle but a nettle, and The faults of fools but folly. COMINIUS. Ever right. CORIOLANUS. Menenius ever, ever. HERALD. Give way there, and go on. CORIOLANUS. [To his wife and mother] Your hand, and yours. Ere in our own house I do shade my head, The good patricians must be visited; From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings, But with them change of honours. VOLUMNIA. I have lived To see inherited my very wishes, And the buildings of my fancy; only There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but Our Rome will cast upon thee. CORIOLANUS. Know, good mother, I had rather be their servant in my way Than sway with them in theirs. COMINIUS. On, to the Capitol. [Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before] BRUTUS and SICINIUS come forward BRUTUS. All tongues speak of him and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him. Your prattling nurse Into a rapture lets her baby cry While she chats him; the kitchen malkin pins Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Clamb'ring the walls to eye him; stalls, bulks, windows, Are smother'd up, leads fill'd and ridges hors'd With variable complexions, all agreeing In earnestness to see him. Seld-shown flamens Do press among the popular throngs and puff To win a vulgar station; our veil'd dames Commit the war of white and damask in Their nicely gawded cheeks to th' wanton spoil Of Phoebus' burning kisses. Such a pother, As if that whatsoever god who leads him Were slily crept into his human powers, And gave him graceful posture. SICINIUS. On the sudden I warrant him consul. BRUTUS. Then our office may During his power go sleep. SICINIUS. He cannot temp'rately transport his honours From where he should begin and end, but will Lose those he hath won. BRUTUS. In that there's comfort. SICINIUS. Doubt not The commoners, for whom we stand, but they Upon their ancient malice will forget With the least cause these his new honours; which

That he will give them make I as little question As he is proud to do't. BRUTUS. I heard him swear, Were he to stand for consul, never would he Appear i' th' market-place, nor on him put The napless vesture of humility; Nor, showing, as the manner is, his wounds To th' people, beg their stinking breaths. SICINIUS. 'Tis right. BRUTUS. It was his word. O, he would miss it rather Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him And the desire of the nobles. SICINIUS. I wish no better Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it In execution. BRUTUS. 'Tis most like he will. SICINIUS. It shall be to him then as our good wills: A sure destruction. BRUTUS. So it must fall out To him or our authorities. For an end, We must suggest the people in what hatred He still hath held them; that to's power he would Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and Dispropertied their freedoms; holding them In human action and capacity Of no more soul nor fitness for the world Than camels in their war, who have their provand Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows For sinking under them. SICINIUS. This, as you say, suggested At some time when his soaring insolence Shall touch the people- which time shall not want, If he be put upon't, and that's as easy As to set dogs on sheep- will be his fire To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze Shall darken him for ever. Enter A MESSENGER BRUTUS. What's the matter? MESSENGER. You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought That Marcius shall be consul. I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and The blind to hear him speak; matrons flung gloves, Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers, Upon him as he pass'd; the nobles bended As to Jove's statue, and the commons made A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts. I never saw the like. BRUTUS. Let's to the Capitol, And carry with us ears and eyes for th' time, But hearts for the event. SICINIUS. Have with you. Exeunt SCENE II. Rome. The Capitol Enter two OFFICERS, to lay cushions, as it were in the Capitol FIRST OFFICER. Come, come, they are almost here. How many stand for consulships?

SECOND OFFICER. Three, they say; but 'tis thought of every one Coriolanus will carry it. FIRST OFFICER. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud and loves not the common people. SECOND OFFICER. Faith, there have been many great men that have flatter'd the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore; so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate him manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition, and out of his noble carelessness lets them plainly see't. FIRST OFFICER. If he did not care whether he had their love or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good nor harm; but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him, and leaves nothing undone that may fully discover him their opposite. Now to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people is as bad as that which he dislikes- to flatter them for their love. SECOND OFFICER. He hath deserved worthily of his country; and his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who, having been supple and courteous to the people, bonneted, without any further deed to have them at all, into their estimation and report; but he hath so planted his honours in their eyes and his actions in their hearts that for their tongues to be silent and not confess so much were a kind of ingrateful injury; to report otherwise were a malice that, giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from every car that heard it. FIRST OFFICER. No more of him; he's a worthy man. Make way, they are coming. A sennet. Enter the PATRICIANS and the TRIBUNES OF THE PEOPLE, LICTORS before them; CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, COMINIUS the Consul. SICINIUS and BRUTUS take their places by themselves. CORIOLANUS stands MENENIUS. Having determin'd of the Volsces, and To send for Titus Lartius, it remains, As the main point of this our after-meeting, To gratify his noble service that Hath thus stood for his country. Therefore please you, Most reverend and grave elders, to desire The present consul and last general In our well-found successes to report A little of that worthy work perform'd By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom We met here both to thank and to remember With honours like himself. [CORIOLANUS sits] FIRST SENATOR. Speak, good Cominius. Leave nothing out for length, and make us think Rather our state's defective for requital Than we to stretch it out. Masters o' th' people, We do request your kindest ears; and, after, Your loving motion toward the common body, To yield what passes here. SICINIUS. We are convented Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts

Inclinable to honour and advance The theme of our assembly. BRUTUS. Which the rather We shall be bless'd to do, if he remember A kinder value of the people than He hath hereto priz'd them at. MENENIUS. That's off, that's off; I would you rather had been silent. Please you To hear Cominius speak? BRUTUS. Most willingly. But yet my caution was more pertinent Than the rebuke you give it. MENENIUS. He loves your people; But tie him not to be their bedfellow. Worthy Cominius, speak. [CORIOLANUS rises, and offers to go away] Nay, keep your place. FIRST SENATOR. Sit, Coriolanus, never shame to hear What you have nobly done. CORIOLANUS. Your Honours' pardon. I had rather have my wounds to heal again Than hear say how I got them. BRUTUS. Sir, I hope My words disbench'd you not. CORIOLANUS. No, sir; yet oft, When blows have made me stay, I fled from words. You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not. But your people, I love them as they weighMENENIUS. Pray now, sit down. CORIOLANUS. I had rather have one scratch my head i' th' sun When the alarum were struck than idly sit To hear my nothings monster'd. Exit MENENIUS. Masters of the people, Your multiplying spawn how can he flatterThat's thousand to one good one- when you now see He had rather venture all his limbs for honour Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius. COMINIUS. I shall lack voice; the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held That valour is the chiefest virtue and Most dignifies the haver. If it be, The man I speak of cannot in the world Be singly counterpois'd. At sixteen years, When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought Beyond the mark of others; our then Dictator, Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight When with his Amazonian chin he drove The bristled lips before him; he bestrid An o'erpress'd Roman and i' th' consul's view Slew three opposers; Tarquin's self he met, And struck him on his knee. In that day's feats, When he might act the woman in the scene, He prov'd best man i' th' field, and for his meed Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age Man-ent'red thus, he waxed like a sea, And in the brunt of seventeen battles since

He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last, Before and in Corioli, let me say I cannot speak him home. He stopp'd the fliers, And by his rare example made the coward Turn terror into sport; as weeds before A vessel under sail, so men obey'd And fell below his stem. His sword, death's stamp, Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot He was a thing of blood, whose every motion Was tim'd with dying cries. Alone he ent'red The mortal gate of th' city, which he painted With shunless destiny; aidless came off, And with a sudden re-enforcement struck Corioli like a planet. Now all's his. When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce His ready sense, then straight his doubled spirit Re-quick'ned what in flesh was fatigate, And to the battle came he; where he did Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if 'Twere a perpetual spoil; and till we call'd Both field and city ours he never stood To ease his breast with panting. MENENIUS. Worthy man! FIRST SENATOR. He cannot but with measure fit the honours Which we devise him. COMINIUS. Our spoils he kick'd at, And look'd upon things precious as they were The common muck of the world. He covets less Than misery itself would give, rewards His deeds with doing them, and is content To spend the time to end it. MENENIUS. He's right noble; Let him be call'd for. FIRST SENATOR. Call Coriolanus. OFFICER. He doth appear. Re-enter CORIOLANUS MENENIUS. The Senate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd To make thee consul. CORIOLANUS. I do owe them still My life and services. MENENIUS. It then remains That you do speak to the people. CORIOLANUS. I do beseech you Let me o'erleap that custom; for I cannot Put on the gown, stand naked, and entreat them For my wounds' sake to give their suffrage. Please you That I may pass this doing. SICINIUS. Sir, the people Must have their voices; neither will they bate One jot of ceremony. MENENIUS. Put them not to't. Pray you go fit you to the custom, and Take to you, as your predecessors have, Your honour with your form. CORIOLANUS. It is a part That I shall blush in acting, and might well

Be taken from the people. BRUTUS. Mark you that? CORIOLANUS. To brag unto them 'Thus I did, and thus!' Show them th' unaching scars which I should hide, As if I had receiv'd them for the hire Of their breath only! MENENIUS. Do not stand upon't. We recommend to you, Tribunes of the People, Our purpose to them; and to our noble consul Wish we all joy and honour. SENATORS. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour! [Flourish. Cornets. Then exeunt all but SICINIUS and BRUTUS] BRUTUS. You see how he intends to use the people. SICINIUS. May they perceive's intent! He will require them As if he did contemn what he requested Should be in them to give. BRUTUS. Come, we'll inform them Of our proceedings here. On th' market-place I know they do attend us. Exeunt SCENE III. Rome. The Forum Enter seven or eight citizens FIRST CITIZEN. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him. SECOND CITIZEN. We may, sir, if we will. THIRD CITIZEN. We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a power that we have no power to do; for if he show us his wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues into those wounds and speak for them; so, if he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude; of the which we being members should bring ourselves to be monstrous members. FIRST CITIZEN. And to make us no better thought of, a little help will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude. THIRD CITIZEN. We have been call'd so of many; not that our heads are some brown, some black, some abram, some bald, but that our wits are so diversely colour'd; and truly I think if all our wits were to issue out of one skull, they would fly east, west, north, south, and their consent of one direct way should be at once to all the points o' th' compass. SECOND CITIZEN. Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would fly? THIRD CITIZEN. Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's will- 'tis strongly wedg'd up in a block-head; but if it were at liberty 'twould sure southward. SECOND CITIZEN. Why that way? THIRD CITIZEN. To lose itself in a fog; where being three parts melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return for conscience' sake, to help to get thee a wife. SECOND CITIZEN. YOU are never without your tricks; you may, you may. THIRD CITIZEN. Are you all resolv'd to give your voices? But that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I say, if he would

incline to the people, there was never a worthier man. Enter CORIOLANUS, in a gown of humility, with MENENIUS Here he comes, and in the gown of humility. Mark his behaviour. We are not to stay all together, but to come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and by threes. He's to make his requests by particulars, wherein every one of us has a single honour, in giving him our own voices with our own tongues; therefore follow me, and I'll direct you how you shall go by him. ALL. Content, content. Exeunt citizens MENENIUS. O sir, you are not right; have you not known The worthiest men have done't? CORIOLANUS. What must I say? 'I pray, sir'- Plague upon't! I cannot bring My tongue to such a pace. 'Look, sir, my wounds I got them in my country's service, when Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran From th' noise of our own drums.' MENENIUS. O me, the gods! You must not speak of that. You must desire them To think upon you. CORIOLANUS. Think upon me? Hang 'em! I would they would forget me, like the virtues Which our divines lose by 'em. MENENIUS. You'll mar all. I'll leave you. Pray you speak to 'em, I pray you, In wholesome manner. Exit Re-enter three of the citizens CORIOLANUS. Bid them wash their faces And keep their teeth clean. So, here comes a brace. You know the cause, sir, of my standing here. THIRD CITIZEN. We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't. CORIOLANUS. Mine own desert. SECOND CITIZEN. Your own desert? CORIOLANUS. Ay, not mine own desire. THIRD CITIZEN. How, not your own desire? CORIOLANUS. No, sir, 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the poor with begging. THIRD CITIZEN. YOU MUST think, if we give you anything, we hope to gain by you. CORIOLANUS. Well then, I pray, your price o' th' consulship? FIRST CITIZEN. The price is to ask it kindly. CORIOLANUS. Kindly, sir, I pray let me ha't. I have wounds to show you, which shall be yours in private. Your good voice, sir; what say you? SECOND CITIZEN. You shall ha' it, worthy sir. CORIOLANUS. A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices begg'd. I have your alms. Adieu. THIRD CITIZEN. But this is something odd. SECOND CITIZEN. An 'twere to give again- but 'tis no matter. Exeunt the three citizens Re-enter two other citizens CORIOLANUS. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices that I may be consul, I have here the customary gown. FOURTH CITIZEN. You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have not deserved nobly.

CORIOLANUS. Your enigma? FOURTH CITIZEN. You have been a scourge to her enemies; you have been a rod to her friends. You have not indeed loved the common people. CORIOLANUS. You should account me the more virtuous, that I have not been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer estimation of them; 'tis a condition they account gentle; and since the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise the insinuating nod and be off to them most counterfeitly. That is, sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular man and give it bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you I may be consul. FIFTH CITIZEN. We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily. FOURTH CITIZEN. You have received many wounds for your country. CORIOLANUS. I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no farther. BOTH CITIZENS. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! Exeunt citizens CORIOLANUS. Most sweet voices! Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. Why in this wolvish toge should I stand here To beg of Hob and Dick that do appear Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't. What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heap'd For truth to o'erpeer. Rather than fool it so, Let the high office and the honour go To one that would do thus. I am half through: The one part suffered, the other will I do. Re-enter three citizens more Here come moe voices. Your voices. For your voices I have fought; Watch'd for your voices; for your voices bear Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six I have seen and heard of; for your voices have Done many things, some less, some more. Your voices? Indeed, I would be consul. SIXTH CITIZEN. He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest man's voice. SEVENTH CITIZEN. Therefore let him be consul. The gods give him joy, and make him good friend to the people! ALL. Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul! Exeunt citizens CORIOLANUS. Worthy voices! Re-enter MENENIUS with BRUTUS and SICINIUS MENENIUS. You have stood your limitation, and the tribunes Endue you with the people's voice. Remains That, in th' official marks invested, you Anon do meet the Senate. CORIOLANUS. Is this done? SICINIUS. The custom of request you have discharg'd. The people do admit you, and are summon'd

To meet anon, upon your approbation. CORIOLANUS. Where? At the Senate House? SICINIUS. There, Coriolanus. CORIOLANUS. May I change these garments? SICINIUS. You may, sir. CORIOLANUS. That I'll straight do, and, knowing myself again, Repair to th' Senate House. MENENIUS. I'll keep you company. Will you along? BRUTUS. We stay here for the people. SICINIUS. Fare you well. Exeunt CORIOLANUS and MENENIUS He has it now; and by his looks methinks 'Tis warm at's heart. BRUTUS. With a proud heart he wore His humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people? Re-enter citizens SICINIUS. How now, my masters! Have you chose this man? FIRST CITIZEN. He has our voices, sir. BRUTUS. We pray the gods he may deserve your loves. SECOND CITIZEN. Amen, sir. To my poor unworthy notice, He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices. THIRD CITIZEN. Certainly; He flouted us downright. FIRST CITIZEN. No, 'tis his kind of speech- he did not mock us. SECOND CITIZEN. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says He us'd us scornfully. He should have show'd us His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for's country. SICINIUS. Why, so he did, I am sure. ALL. No, no; no man saw 'em. THIRD CITIZEN. He said he had wounds which he could show in private, And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn, 'I would be consul,' says he; 'aged custom But by your voices will not so permit me; Your voices therefore.' When we granted that, Here was 'I thank you for your voices. Thank you, Your most sweet voices. Now you have left your voices, I have no further with you.' Was not this mockery? SICINIUS. Why either were you ignorant to see't, Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness To yield your voices? BRUTUS. Could you not have told himAs you were lesson'd- when he had no power But was a petty servant to the state, He was your enemy; ever spake against Your liberties and the charters that you bear I' th' body of the weal; and now, arriving A place of potency and sway o' th' state, If he should still malignantly remain Fast foe to th' plebeii, your voices might Be curses to yourselves? You should have said That as his worthy deeds did claim no less Than what he stood for, so his gracious nature Would think upon you for your voices, and Translate his malice towards you into love, Standing your friendly lord.

SICINIUS. Thus to have said, As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his spirit And tried his inclination; from him pluck'd Either his gracious promise, which you might, As cause had call'd you up, have held him to; Or else it would have gall'd his surly nature, Which easily endures not article Tying him to aught. So, putting him to rage, You should have ta'en th' advantage of his choler And pass'd him unelected. BRUTUS. Did you perceive He did solicit you in free contempt When he did need your loves; and do you think That his contempt shall not be bruising to you When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodies No heart among you? Or had you tongues to cry Against the rectorship of judgment? SICINIUS. Have you Ere now denied the asker, and now again, Of him that did not ask but mock, bestow Your su'd-for tongues? THIRD CITIZEN. He's not confirm'd: we may deny him yet. SECOND CITIZENS. And will deny him; I'll have five hundred voices of that sound. FIRST CITIZEN. I twice five hundred, and their friends to piece 'em. BRUTUS. Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends They have chose a consul that will from them take Their liberties, make them of no more voice Than dogs, that are as often beat for barking As therefore kept to do so. SICINIUS. Let them assemble; And, on a safer judgment, all revoke Your ignorant election. Enforce his pride And his old hate unto you; besides, forget not With what contempt he wore the humble weed; How in his suit he scorn'd you; but your loves, Thinking upon his services, took from you Th' apprehension of his present portance, Which, most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion After the inveterate hate he bears you. BRUTUS. Lay A fault on us, your tribunes, that we labour'd, No impediment between, but that you must Cast your election on him. SICINIUS. Say you chose him More after our commandment than as guided By your own true affections; and that your minds, Pre-occupied with what you rather must do Than what you should, made you against the grain To voice him consul. Lay the fault on us. BRUTUS. Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures to you, How youngly he began to serve his country, How long continued; and what stock he springs ofThe noble house o' th' Marcians; from whence came That Ancus Marcius, Numa's daughter's son,

Who, after great Hostilius, here was king; Of the same house Publius and Quintus were, That our best water brought by conduits hither; And Censorinus, nobly named so, Twice being by the people chosen censor, Was his great ancestor. SICINIUS. One thus descended, That hath beside well in his person wrought To be set high in place, we did commend To your remembrances; but you have found, Scaling his present bearing with his past, That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke Your sudden approbation. BRUTUS. Say you ne'er had done'tHarp on that still- but by our putting on; And presently, when you have drawn your number, Repair to th' Capitol. CITIZENS. will will so; almost all Repent in their election. Exeunt plebeians BRUTUS. Let them go on; This mutiny were better put in hazard Than stay, past doubt, for greater. If, as his nature is, he fall in rage With their refusal, both observe and answer The vantage of his anger. SICINIUS. To th' Capitol, come. We will be there before the stream o' th' people; And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own, Which we have goaded onward. Exeunt ACT III. SCENE I. Rome. A street Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all the GENTRY, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other SENATORS CORIOLANUS. Tullus Aufidius, then, had made new head? LARTIUS. He had, my lord; and that it was which caus'd Our swifter composition. CORIOLANUS. So then the Volsces stand but as at first, Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road Upon's again. COMINIUS. They are worn, Lord Consul, so That we shall hardly in our ages see Their banners wave again. CORIOLANUS. Saw you Aufidius? LARTIUS. On safeguard he came to me, and did curse Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely Yielded the town. He is retir'd to Antium. CORIOLANUS. Spoke he of me? LARTIUS. He did, my lord. CORIOLANUS. How? What? LARTIUS. How often he had met you, sword to sword; That of all things upon the earth he hated Your person most; that he would pawn his fortunes To hopeless restitution, so he might Be call'd your vanquisher. CORIOLANUS. At Antium lives he? LARTIUS. At Antium.

SICINIUS. Against all noble sufferance. set on. Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS Behold. laid falsely I' th' plain way of his merit. Call't not a plot. CORIOLANUS. CORIOLANUS. CORIOLANUS. SICINIUS. For they do prank them in authority. SICINIUS. Not unlike Each way to better yours. Pass no further. foes to nobleness. BRUTUS. CORIOLANUS. Scandal'd the suppliants for the people. nor has Coriolanus Deserved this so dishonour'd rub. call'd them Time-pleasers. Suffer't. You show too much of that For which the people stir. When corn was given them gratis. be calm. It is a purpos'd thing. why rule you not their teeth? Have you not set them on? MENENIUS. MENENIUS. This palt'ring Becomes not Rome. Nor yoke with him for tribune. Have you inform'd them sithence? BRUTUS. It will be dangerous to go on. The tongues o' th' common mouth. CORIOLANUS. give way: he shall to th' market-place. Have I had children's voices? FIRST SENATOR. Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common? BRUTUS. if you will pass To where you are bound. and grows by plot. Welcome home. Be calm.no further. CORIOLANUS. The people are incens'd against him. The people cry you mock'd them. To oppose his hatred fully. BRUTUS. What makes this change? MENENIUS. How? I inform them! COMINIUS. Or never be so noble as a consul. Which you are out of. this was known before. The people are abus'd. To curb the will of the nobility. COMINIUS. CORIOLANUS. Not to them all. no. CORIOLANUS. Cominius. Ha! What is that? BRUTUS. Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds. Are these your herd? Must these have voices. these are the tribunes of the people. I do despise them. You are like to do such business. with a gentler spirit.CORIOLANUS. Let's be calm. you repin'd. Why. Tell me of corn! . BRUTUS. that can yield them now And straight disclaim their tongues? What are your offices? You being their mouths. I wish I had a cause to seek him there. Stop. you must enquire your way. Let me deserve so ill as you. and of late. The matter? COMINIUS. flatterers. and make me Your fellow tribune. and live with such as cannot rule Nor ever will be rul'd. Or all will fall in broil. Tribunes. BRUTUS. CORIOLANUS.

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'? COMINIUS. sedition. so shall my lungs Coin words till their decay against those measles Which we disdain should tetter us. You are plebeians.' being but The horn and noise o' th' monster's. I will. the honour'd number. BRUTUS. Be not as common fools. How? no more! As for my country I have shed my blood. and scatter'd. 'Twere well We let the people know't. have you thus Given Hydra here to choose an officer That with his peremptory 'shall. SICINIUS. no more. Let them have cushions by you. Which we ourselves have plough'd for. It is a mind That shall remain a poison where it is.' against a graver bench Than ever frown'd in Greece. Not poison any further. MENENIUS. In soothing them we nourish 'gainst our Senate The cockle of rebellion. Not now. yet sought The very way to catch them. My nobler friends. Who lack not virtue. Now. and they are no less. we beseech you. By Jove. and Therein behold themselves. If you are learn'd. and I will speak't againMENENIUS. Not fearing outward force. MENENIUS. You speak o' th' people As if you were a god. 'Shall'! O good but most unwise patricians! Why. You grave but reckless senators. By mingling them with us. CORIOLANUS. And make your channel his? If he have power. If they be senators. FIRST SENATOR. What. By Jove himself. nor power. let them Regard me as I do not flatter. For the mutable. Not in this heat. 'Twas from the canon. insolence. if you are not. to punish. FIRST SENATOR. When. as I live. I crave their pardons.This was my speech. . sow'd. if none. Then vail your ignorance. not now. sir. They choose their magistrate. 'twould be my mind! SICINIUS. awake Your dangerous lenity. but that Which they have given to beggars. Well. now. CORIOLANUS. who puts his 'shall. no. No more words.' His popular 'shall. CORIOLANUS. Choler! Were I as patient as the midnight sleep. rank-scented meiny. what? his choler? CORIOLANUS. wants not spirit To say he'll turn your current in a ditch. not A man of their infirmity. CORIOLANUS. I say again. the great'st taste Most palates theirs. both your voices blended. And such a one as he.

Th' accusation Which they have often made against the Senate. beseech youYou that will be less fearful than discreet.It makes the consuls base.' Thus we debase The nature of our seats. Purpose so barr'd. Seal what I end withal! This double worship. that prefer A noble life before a long. Where one part does disdain with cause. Whoever gave that counsel to give forth The corn o' th' storehouse gratis. well. They would not thread the gates. Their mutinies and revolts. how soon confusion May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take The one by th' other. Though there the people had more absolute pow'rI say they nourish'd disobedience. This kind of service Did not deserve corn gratis. wisdom. Well. BRUTUS. and give way the while To unstable slightness. resting well assur'd They ne'er did service for't. wherein they show'd Most valour. Neither supreme. when two authorities are up. Enough. Therefore. No. CORIOLANUS. We are the greater poll.at once pluck out The multitudinous tongue. take more. Well. and make the rabble Call our cares fears. What may be sworn by. Being i' th' war. being press'd to th' war Even when the navel of the state was touch'd. on to th' market-place. both divine and human. let them not lick The sweet which is their poison. CORIOLANUS. no more of that. Cannot conclude but by the yea and no Of general ignorance. spoke not for them. and my soul aches To know. MENENIUS. Your dishonour . the other Insult without all reason. and in true fear They gave us our demands. Come. and wish To jump a body with a dangerous physic That's sure of death without it.it must omit Real necessities. I'll give my reasons. as 'twas us'd Sometime in GreeceMENENIUS. Why shall the people give One that speaks thus their voice? CORIOLANUS. That love the fundamental part of state More than you doubt the change on't. COMINIUS. All cause unborn. CORIOLANUS. title. enough. More worthier than their voices. what then? How shall this bosom multiplied digest The Senate's courtesy? Let deeds express What's like to be their words: 'We did request it. with over measure. BRUTUS. it follows Nothing is done to purpose. They know the corn Was not our recompense. where gentry. fed The ruin of the state. which will in time Break ope the locks o' th' Senate and bring in The crows to peck the eagles. Well. could never be the native Of our so frank donation.

MENENIUS. Confusion's near. SICINIUS. hold. On whom depending. fie. Ag'd sir. peace. Marcius would have all from you. CORIOLANUS. True. aediles. and to lay all flat. And throw their power i' th' dust. SICINIUS. When what's not meet. Has spoken like a traitor and shall answer As traitors do. in a better hour Let what is meet be said it must be meet. speak. Has said enough. weapons! [They all bustle about CORIOLANUS] ALL. Go call the people. Hence. A foe to th' public weal. SICINIUS. hands off. SICINIUS. The aediles. To unbuild the city. their obedience fails To the greater bench? In a rebellion. By the consent of all we were establish'd . Down with him! down with him! SECOND SENATOR. weapons. Seize him. Here's he that would take from you all your power. rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones Out of thy garments. We'll surety him. Hear me. You tribunes To th' people. You are at point to lose your liberties. Thou wretch. Peace. What is about to be? I am out of breath. SICINIUS. ho! Sicinius! Brutus! Coriolanus! Citizens! PATRICIANS. old goat! PATRICIANS. Not having the power to do the good it would. with the AEDILES MENENIUS. COMINIUS. peace! MENENIUS.Mangles true judgment. peace. FIRST SENATOR. Weapons. Tribunes! patricians! citizens! What. fie! This is the way to kindle. SICINIUS. I charge thee. On both sides more respect. and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become't. Marcius. BRUTUS. What is the city but the people? PLEBEIANS. peace! PLEBEIANS. Manifest treason! SICINIUS. not to quench. but what must be. This a consul? No. Obey. [Exit AEDILE] in whose name myself Attach thee as a traitorous innovator. BRUTUS. For th' ill which doth control't. stay. Peace! Speak. Fie. I cannot speak. Whom late you have nam'd for consul. despite o'erwhelm thee! What should the people do with these bald tribunes. was law. Help. ho! Enter an AEDILE Let him be apprehended. BRUTUS. good Sicinius. And follow to thine answer. Let's hear our tribune.Coriolanus. CORIOLANUS. The people are the city. CORIOLANUS. speak. BRUTUS. patience! Speak. SICINIUS. ye citizens! Enter a rabble of plebeians. BRUTUS. people. Then were they chosen. Hence. PLEBEIANS.

Marcius. PLEBEIANS. Stand fast. COMINIUS. There's some among you have beheld me fighting. Down with him. Be gone. MENENIUS. SECOND SENATOR. BRUTUS. Lay hands upon him. I would they were barbarians. try upon yourselves what you have seen me. COMINIUS. not Romans. be gone. We do here pronounce. Peace. MENENIUS. For 'tis a sore upon us You cannot tent yourself. Be that you seem. CORIOLANUS. get you to your house. MENENIUS. home to thy house. Leave us to cure this cause. You so remain. To bring the roof to the foundation. seize him. as they are not. help. MENENIUS. BRUTUS. noble friend. Down with that sword! Tribunes. Upon the part o' th' people. BRUTUS. [CORIOLANUS draws his sword] CORIOLANUS. And bury all which yet distinctly ranges In heaps and piles of ruin. Though calved i' th' porch o' th' Capitol. And so are like to do. beseech you. CORIOLANUS. beseech you. No: I'll die here. as they are. are very poisonous Where the disease is violent. Yield. Therefore lay hold of him. along with us. That seem like prudent helps. PLEBEIANS. young and old. . in whose power We were elected theirs: Marcius is worthy Of present death. truly your country's friend. Get you gone. Help Marcius. You that be noble. those cold ways. and from thence Into destruction cast him. Go. Shall it be put to that? FIRST SENATOR. The gods forbid! I prithee. Or let us stand to our authority Or let us lose it. MENENIUS. sir. Sir. And temp'rately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. be gone. MENENIUS. That is the way to lay the city flat. Hear me but a word. and the people are beat in] MENENIUS.The people's magistrates. the AEDILES. Come. Tribunes. down with him! [In this mutiny the TRIBUNES. Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian. Put not your worthy rage into your tongue. PLEBEIANS. AEDILES. Lay hands upon him And bear him to the rock. Hear me one word. help him. We have as many friends as enemies. SICINIUS. Though in Rome litter'd. yield. This deserves death. away. All will be nought else. AEdiles. MENENIUS. withdraw awhile. BRUTUS. SICINIUS. Come. peace! MENENIUS.

Peace! MENENIUS. sure on't. SICINIUS. this must be patch'd With cloth of any colour. MENENIUS. . On fair ground I could beat forty of them. This man has marr'd his fortune. Will you hence. I'll try whether my old wit be in request With those that have but little. What the vengeance. As I do know the consul's worthiness. where you should but hunt With modest warrant. yea. does forget that ever He heard the name of death. I would they were in Tiber. FIRST CITIZEN. Where is this viper That would depopulate the city and Be every man himself? MENENIUS. CORIOLANUS. Hear me speak. COMINIUS. MENENIUS. Or Jove for's power to thunder. He consul! PLEBEIANS. I would they were a-bed. So can I name his faults. BRUTUS. with others PATRICIANS. And therefore law shall scorn him further trial Than the severity of the public power. Sir. Consul! What consul? MENENIUS. Which he so sets at nought. no. And. the two tribunes. No. SICINIUS. MENENIUS. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock With rigorous hands. [A noise within] Here's goodly work! PATRICIANS. PLEBEIANS. What his breast forges. The consul Coriolanus. Nay. he hath resisted law. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic. And we their hands. come away. MENENIUS. COMINIUS. And manhood is call'd foolery when it stands Against a falling fabric. Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend Like interrupted waters. good people. by the tribunes' leave. and yours. Exeunt CORIOLANUS and COMINIUS. no. You worthy TribunesSICINIUS. His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident. Pray you be gone. the rabble again SICINIUS. Do not cry havoc. MENENIUS. He shall well know The noble tribunes are the people's mouths. how comes't that you Have holp to make this rescue? MENENIUS. could he not speak 'em fair? Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS. His heart's his mouth. sirSICINIUS. no. no. being angry. MENENIUS. He shall. I could myself Take up a brace o' th' best of them. that his tongue must vent. Sir. If.One time will owe another. and o'erbear What they are us'd to bear.

as he is belov'd. and to keep him here Our certain death. then. therefore it is decreed He dies to-night. MENENIUS. The which shall turn you to no further harm Than so much loss of time. Tie leaden pounds to's heels. MENENIUS. to his utmost peril. Lest parties. and is ill school'd In bolted language. One word more.he dropt it for his country. For we are peremptory to dispatch This viperous traitor. It honour'd him. Give me leave. the other course Will prove too bloody. whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enroll'd In Jove's own book. is not then respected For what before it was. Spread further. SICINIUS. FIRST SENATOR. too late. easy. BRUTUS. In peace. MENENIUS. SICINIUS. This is clean kam. he's a limb that has but a diseaseMortal. the blood he hath lostWhich I dare vouch is more than that he hath By many an ounce. What has he done to Rome that's worthy death? Killing our enemies. He's a disease that must be cut away. Lest his infection. Noble Tribunes. We'll hear no more. When he did love his country. Noble Menenius. to cut it off: to cure it. Merely awry. What do ye talk? Have we not had a taste of his obedienceOur aediles smote. SICINIUS. and the end of it Unknown to the beginning. Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome. like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own! SICINIUS. to lose it by his country Were to us all that do't and suffer it A brand to th' end o' th' world.I may be heard. Consider this: he has been bred i' th' wars Since 'a could draw a sword. And sack great Rome with Romans. I would crave a word or two. BRUTUS. meal and bran together He throws without distinction. Being once gangren'd. BRUTUS. Speak briefly. will. And what is left. I'll go to him and undertake to bring him Where he shall answer by a lawful form. when it shall find The harm of unscann'd swiftness. SICINIUS. one word This tiger-footed rage.break out. Pursue him to his house and pluck him thence. to eject him hence Were but one danger. . It is the humane way. Proceed by process. The service of the foot. being of catching nature. O. If it were soSICINIUS. ourselves resisted? Come! MENENIUS.

if you bring not Marcius.Be you then as the people's officer. Let them hang. Rome. The house of CORIOLANUS Enter CORIOLANUS with NOBLES CORIOLANUS. I have a heart as little apt as yours. That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of sight. lay down your weapons. VOLUMNIA. MENENIUS. come. I muse my mother Does not approve me further. FIRST SENATOR. Go not home. Masters. You must return and mend it. Ere they lack'd power to cross you. Come. you have been too rough. There's no remedy. something too rough. Let them pull all about mine ears. I would have had you put your power well on Before you had worn it out. Let go. sir. FIRST SENATOR. to yawn. O. VOLUMNIA. Where. noble woman! Before he should thus stoop to th' herd. to show bare heads In congregations. sir. who was wont To call them woollen vassals. CORIOLANUS. but that The violent fit o' th' time craves it as physic . we'll proceed In our first way. Enter MENENIUS with the SENATORS MENENIUS. lesser had been The thwartings of your dispositions. Unless. You might have been enough the man you are With striving less to be so. VOLUMNIA. But yet a brain that leads my use of anger To better vantage. Enter VOLUMNIA I talk of you: Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am. Pray be counsell'd. CORIOLANUS. Well said. FIRST PATRICIAN. and wonder. Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock. We'll attend you there. You do the nobler. SICINIUS. BRUTUS. yet will I still Be thus to them. Pray you let's to him. [To the SENATORS] Let me desire your company. Or what is worst will follow. our good city Cleave in the midst and perish. I'll bring him to you. Meet on the market-place. by not so doing. be still. he must come. Exeunt SCENE II. Ay. sir. CORIOLANUS. things created To buy and sell with groats. When one but of my ordinance stood up To speak of peace or war. if You had not show'd them how ye were dispos'd. and burn too. VOLUMNIA. present me Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels. MENENIUS.

the nobles. Repent what you have spoke. tush! MENENIUS. For them! I cannot do it to the gods. . MENENIUS. what then. I am in this Your wife. Nor by th' matter which your heart prompts you. which for your best ends You adopt your policy. grant that. Though therein you can never be too noble But when extremities speak. like unsever'd friends. I' th' war do grow together. how is it less or worse That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour as in war. And thus far having stretch'd it. your son. though but bastards and syllables Of no allowance to your bosom's truth. than spend a fawn upon 'em For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard Of what that want might ruin. you may salve so. Because that now it lies you on to speak To th' people. Which else would put you to your fortune and The hazard of much blood. Now humble as the ripest mulberry That will not hold the handling. Or say to them Thou art their soldier and. speak fair. And you will rather show our general louts How you can frown. CORIOLANUS. VOLUMNIA. and tell me In peace what each of them by th' other lose That they combine not there. But with such words that are but roted in Your tongue. A good demand. these senators. since that to both It stands in like request? CORIOLANUS. If it be honour in your wars to seem The same you are not.here be with themThy knee bussing the stones. but the los Of what is past.waving thy head. You are too absolute. Return to th' tribunes. I would dissemble with my nature where My fortunes and my friends at stake requir'd I should do so in honour. Why force you this? VOLUMNIA. Must I then do't to them? VOLUMNIA. Noble lady! Come. Which often thus correcting thy-stout heart.for in such busines Action is eloquence. CORIOLANUS. I would put mine armour on. being bred in broils. go with us. not by your own instruction. Not what is dangerous present. and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned than the ears.For the whole state. VOLUMNIA. CORIOLANUS. Go to them with this bonnet in thy hand. CORIOLANUS. this no more dishonours you at all Than to take in a town with gentle words. My son. I have heard you say Honour and policy. I prithee now. Now. Tush. Which I can scarcely bear. What must I do? MENENIUS. Well. what then? MENENIUS.

we'll prompt you. 'tis fit You make strong party. To th' market-place! You have put me now to such a part which never I shall discharge to th' life. then. I think 'twill serve. and go about it.Hast not the soft way which. come. . And throw't against the wind. I have been i' th' market-place. Come. Well. In asking their good loves. why. Were fit for thee to use. were there but this single plot to lose. as free As words to little purpose. and. COMINIUS. but thou wilt frame Thyself. they to dust should grind it. And by my body's action teach my mind A most inherent baseness. bend like his That hath receiv'd an alms! I will not do't. COMINIUS. CORIOLANUS. into a pipe Small as an eunuch or the virgin voice That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves Tent in my cheeks. perform a part Thou hast not done before. MENENIUS. their hearts were yours. hereafter theirs. Prithee now. and my arm'd knees. Go. so far As thou hast power and person. For they have pardons. as thou hast said My praises made thee first a soldier. Away. it is my more dishonour Than thou of them. if he Can thereto frame his spirit. Enter COMINIUS Here is Cominius. VOLUMNIA. To beg of thee. Yet. At thy choice. I prithee now. being ask'd. and schoolboys' tears take up The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue Make motion through my lips. and possess me Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd. thou dost confess. Do as thou list. forsooth. as they to claim. say you will. CORIOLANUS. although I know thou hadst rather Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf Than flatter him in a bower. for I mock at death With as big heart as thou. This but done Even as she speaks. Prithee now. and be rul'd. VOLUMNIA. COMINIUS. Let Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear Thy dangerous stoutness. Come all to ruin. my disposition. I must do't. VOLUMNIA. all's in anger. so. sir. Only fair speech. VOLUMNIA. Which quier'd with my drum. sweet son. This mould of Marcius. Who bow'd but in my stirrup. I will do't. He must and will. To have my praise for this. MENENIUS. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce? Must I With my base tongue give to my noble heart A lie that it must bear? Well. Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth. or defend yourself By calmness or by absence.

I am going. BRUTUS. BRUTUS. Go about it. The Forum Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS BRUTUS. MENENIUS. Exit AEDILE . cry 'Death!' Insisting on the old prerogative And power i' th' truth o' th' cause. that he affects Tyrannical power. cry 'Fine!'. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procur'd. SICINIUS. Very well.Thy valiantness was mine. AEDILE. Look. I'll mountebank their loves. But owe thy pride thyself. SICINIUS. CORIOLANUS. BRUTUS. Ay. Well. Cog their hearts from them. VOLUMNIA. And when such time they have begun to cry. 'tis ready. CORIOLANUS. Make them be strong. for fine. Let them accuse me by invention. SICINIUS. Exit COMINIUS. The word is 'mildly. thou suck'dst it from me. AEDILE. I have. I Will answer in mine honour. I am going to the market-place. Or never trust to what my tongue can do I' th' way of flattery further. as I hear. Enforce him with his envy to the people. Rome. If he evade us there. Enter an AEDILE What. SICINIUS. Arm yourself To answer mildly. and ready for this hint. but mildly. Chide me no more. for they are prepar'd With accusations. How accompanied? AEDILE. Set down by th' poll? AEDILE. Commend me to my wife. and those senators That always favour'd him.' Pray you let us go. Mother. or banishment. Exeunt SCENE III. Have you corrected them by tribes? AEDILE. He's coming. CORIOLANUS. When we shall hap to give't them.mildly. And that the spoil got on the Antiates Was ne'er distributed. Assemble presently the people hither. Let them not cease. Away! The tribunes do attend you. Do your will. and come home belov'd Of all the trades in Rome. In this point charge him home. will he come? AEDILE. then let them. I have. more strong Than are upon you yet. If I say fine. I'll return consul. With old Menenius.if death. And when they hear me say 'It shall be so I' th' right and strength o' th' commons' be it either For death. mildly be it then. but with a din confus'd Enforce the present execution Of what we chance to sentence. Pray be content. I shall inform them.

ho! CORIOLANUS. well! No more. and that is there which looks With us to break his neck. which show Like graves i' th' holy churchyard. Enter CORIOLANUS. Amen. Lo. Th' honour'd gods Keep Rome in safety. he says he is content. But. Answer to us. What is the matter. 'tis true. Audience! peace. He hath been us'd Ever to conquer. I do beseech you. CORIOLANUS. MENENIUS and COMINIUS. BOTH TRIBUNES.Put him to choler straight. citizens. think Upon the wounds his body bears. That being pass'd for consul with full voice. CORIOLANUS. We charge you that you have contriv'd to take From Rome all season'd office. Allow their officers. with others SICINIUS. Draw near. How. COMINIUS. he cannot Be rein'd again to temperance. I am so dishonour'd that the very hour You take it off again? SICINIUS. Well. AEDILE. do not take His rougher accents for malicious sounds. I do demand. MENENIUS. ye people. If you submit you to the people's voices. and the chairs of justice Supplied with worthy men! plant love among's! Throng our large temples with the shows of peace. and are content To suffer lawful censure for such faults As shall be prov'd upon you. I say! CORIOLANUS. First. that for th' poorest piece Will bear the knave by th' volume. then he speaks What's in his heart. You find him like a soldier. I ought so. Say then. as I say. consider. amen! MENENIUS. here he comes.traitor? MENENIUS. Well.AEDILE. and to wind Yourself into a power tyrannical. being once chaf'd. A noble wish. CORIOLANUS.with the plebeians SICINIUS. Scratches with briers. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present? Must all determine here? SICINIUS. Calmly. Peace. SICINIUS. hear me speak. MENENIUS. temperately! Your promise. And not our streets with war! FIRST SENATOR. CORIOLANUS. Consider further. That when he speaks not like a citizen. Scars to move laughter only. say. The fires i' th' lowest hell fold in the people! . I am content. such as become a soldier Rather than envy you. CORIOLANUS. Ay. Well. Nay. Re-enter the. For which you are a traitor to the people. CORIOLANUS. CORIOLANUS. The warlike service he has done. MENENIUS. as an ostler. and to have his worth Of contradiction. List to your tribunes.

to th' rock. Nor check my courage for what they can give. He's sentenc'd. Beating your officers. Is this the promise that you made your mother? COMINIUS. To have't with saying 'Good morrow. So criminal and in such capital kind. Ev'n from this instant. and that not in the presence Of dreaded justice. in Thy lying tongue both numbers. people? PLEBEIANS. I pray youCORIOLANUS. Peace! We need not put new matter to his charge. banish him our city. I would say 'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free As I do pray the gods. seeking means To pluck away their power. Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death. Mark you this. and it shall be so. Speak what? .Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune! Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths.from time to time Envied against the people. I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word. I talk of that that know it. My dear wife's estimate. than mine own life. In peril of precipitation From off the rock Tarpeian. cursing yourselves. pent to linger But with a grain a day. You! MENENIUS. it shall be so! Let him away! He's banish'd. as now at last Given hostile strokes. I do love My country's good with a respect more tender. And in the power of us the tribunes. never more To enter our Rome gates. For that he hasAs much as in him lies. BRUTUS. flaying. I say it shall be so. my masters and my common friendsSICINIUS. Then if I would Speak thatSICINIUS. I'll know no further. Know. We know your drift. we. Let me speak. PLEBEIANS. her womb's increase And treasure of my loins. Deserves th' extremest death. Opposing laws with strokes. COMINIUS. I have been consul. Hear me. It shall be so.' SICINIUS. but on the ministers That do distribute it.in the name o' th' people. and can show for Rome Her enemies' marks upon me. COMINIUS. What do you prate of service? BRUTUS. But since he hath Serv'd well for RomeCORIOLANUS. and here defying Those whose great power must try him. CORIOLANUS. I' th' people's name. In thy hands clutch'd as many millions. What you have seen him do and heard him speak. More holy and profound. with him! SICINIUS.even this. SICINIUS. no more hearing. To th' rock. Vagabond exile.

being gentle wounded craves A noble cunning. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. mother. PLEBEIANS. The beast With many heads butts me away. As he hath follow'd you. Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders. VIRGILIA.>> ACT IV. whose breath I hate As reek o' th' rotten fens. whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air. It shall be so. The people's enemy is gone. Nay.BRUTUS. COMINIUS. CORIOLANUS. Let a guard Attend us through the city. thus I turn my back. INC. O heavens! O heavens! CORIOLANUS. Come. come! The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come. It shall be so. fortune's blows. COMINIUS. VOLUMNIA.I banish you. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. VIRGILIA. Give him deserv'd vexation. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. Where is your ancient courage? You were us'd To say extremities was the trier of spirits.deliver you As most abated captives to some nation That won you without blows! Despising For you the city. Our enemy is banish'd. Rome. PLEBEIANS. As enemy to the people and his country. Come. with the young NOBILITY of Rome CORIOLANUS. MENENIUS. with nodding of their plumes.which finds not till it feels. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. with the other PATRICIANS AEDILE. Go see him out at gates. That when the sea was calm all boats alike Show'd mastership in floating. That common chances common men could bear. Your enemies. Making but reservation of yourselves Still your own foes. let's see him out at gates. and follow him. I prithee. YOU common cry of curs. is gone! [They all shout and throw up their caps] PLEBEIANS. a brief farewell. come. he is gone! Hoo-oo! SICINIUS. There's no more to be said. it shall be so. You were us'd to load me With precepts that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them. but he is banish'd. woman- .. And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts. There is a world elsewhere. Nay. till at length Your ignorance. MENENIUS. When most struck home. leave your tears. with all despite. Before a gate of the city Enter CORIOLANUS. SCENE I. Exeunt CORIOLANUS.

I'll do well yet. Like to a lonely dragon. Come. SICINIUS and BRUTUS with the AEDILE SICINIUS. Thou old and true Menenius. And we of thee. and sav'd Your husband so much sweat. Bid them all home. adieu. Thou hast years upon thee. I have seen thee stern. My sometime General. Cominius. Droop not. determine on some course More than a wild exposture to each chance That starts i' th' way before thee. what. that his fen Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen. If you had been the wife of Hercules. Resume that spirit when you were wont to say.your son Will or exceed the common or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. Farewell. and My friends of noble touch. VIRGILIA. While I remain above the ground you shall Hear from me still. mother. and smile. devise with the Where thou shalt rest. he's gone. tell these sad women 'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes. CORIOLANUS. CORIOLANUS. and thou hast oft beheld Heart-hard'ning spectacles. Come. Thy tears are salter than a younger man's And venomous to thine eyes. Come. when I am forth. and never of me aught But what is like me formerly. . my dearest mother. I'll follow thee a month. that thou mayst hear of us. Exeunt SCENE II. My mother. What. As 'tis to laugh at 'em. by the good gods. Rome.VOLUMNIA. and we'll no further. if the time thrust forth A cause for thy repeal. My first son. my sweet wife. you wot well My hazards still have been your solace. If I could shake off but one seven years From these old arms and legs. Nay. bring me but out at gate. and Believe't not lightly. A street near the gate Enter the two Tribunes. and thou art too full Of the wars' surfeits to go rove with one That's yet unbruis'd. That's worthily As any ear can hear. Six of his labours you'd have done. Give me thy hand. I'd with thee every foot. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome. we shall not send O'er the vast world to seek a single man. O the gods! COMINIUS. let's not weep. what! I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. I pray you come. VOLUMNIA. MENENIUS. my wife. which doth ever cool I' th' absence of the needer. my mother.though I go alone. Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius With thee awhile. And lose advantage. Fare ye well. And occupations perish! CORIOLANUS. so. Bid me farewell.

[To SICINIUS] You shall stay too. SICINIUS. pray. Let's not meet her. Let us seem humbler after it is done Than when it was a-doing. VOLUMNIA. Well. I would I had the power To say so to my husband. I would he had continued to his country As he began. SICINIUS. BRUTUS. Are you mankind? VOLUMNIA. Bastards and all. be not so loud. and thy tribe before him. Y'are well met. VOLUMNIA. VOLUMNIA. fool. Bid them home. 'I would he had!' 'Twas you incens'd the rabbleCats that can judge as fitly of his worth As I can of those mysteries which heaven Will not have earth to know. you should hearNay. SICINIUS. O blessed heavens! VOLUMNIA. SICINIUS. peace. fool: Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship To banish him that struck more blows for Rome Than thou hast spoken words? SICINIUS. Say their great enemy is gone. Now. I would he had. let's go. Why? SICINIUS. [To BRUTUS] Will you be gone? VIRGILIA. Exit AEDILE Here comes his mother. we'll leave you. And for Rome's good. and they Stand in their ancient strength. VOLUMNIA. . do you see?Whom you have banish'd does exceed you an. get you gone. and you shall hear some. You have done a brave deed. BRUTUS. BRUTUS. Ay. They have ta'en note of us. keep on your way. What then? VIRGILIA. His good sword in his hand. well. but thou shalt stay too. I would my son Were in Arabia. Peace. Come. Now we have shown our power. Enter VOLUMNIA. and not unknit himself The noble knot he made. whom we see have sided In his behalf. hear this: As far as doth the Capitol exceed The meanest house in Rome. so far my sonThis lady's husband here. BRUTUS. What then! He'd make an end of thy posterity. Moe noble blows than ever thou wise words. Dismiss them home. Ere you go. Pray. They say she's mad. sir. O. this. I'll tell thee what. and MENENIUS SICINIUS. th' hoarded plague o' th' gods Requite your love! MENENIUS. VIRGILIA. is that a shame? Note but this. BRUTUS.yet go! Nay. If that I could for weeping. the wounds that he does bear for Rome! MENENIUS. come. peace.The nobility are vex'd. Good man. VOLUMNIA. BRUTUS. BRUTUS.

VOLSCE. You have told them home. The same. and is almost mature for the violent breaking out. Truly. sir. you have ended my business. against 'em. then? Our state thinks not so. Juno-like. MENENIUS. Nicanor? No! ROMAN. I am a Roman. Exeunt VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA MENENIUS. I am most fortunate thus accidentally to encounter you. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars. I think. they are in a most warlike preparation. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state. and to be on .SICINIUS. I would the gods had nothing else to do But to confirm my curses. sir. VOLSCE. and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division. say you? VOLSCE. patricians. VOLSCE. A highway between Rome and Antium Enter a ROMAN and a VOLSCE. fie! Exit SCENE III. you have cause. ROMAN. Take my prayers with you. Coriolanus banish'd! ROMAN. VOLSCE. as you are. Why stay we to be baited With one that wants her wits? Exeunt TRIBUNES VOLUMNIA. being now in no request of his country. come. I have heard it said the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fall'n out with her husband. I know you well. by my troth. it would unclog my heart Of what lies heavy to't. Banish'd. meeting ROMAN. fie. already in th' entertainment. Fie. is Adrian. Hath been! Is it ended. sir. Coriolanus. It is so. and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. You will be welcome with this intelligence. come. I shall between this and supper tell you most strange things from Rome. I have forgot you. VOLSCE. ROMAN. This lies glowing. YOU had more beard when I last saw you. for the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus that they are in a ripe aptness to take all power from the people. Leave this faint puling and lament as I do. A most royal one: the centurions and their charges. VOLSCE. distinctly billeted. Anger's my meat. your name. Come. The day serves well for them now. to find you out there. And so shall starve with feeding. In anger. I sup upon myself. and my services are. The main blaze of it is past. I can tell you. Have you an army ready. ROMAN. Come. and you know me. ROMAN. You'll sup with me? VOLUMNIA. Could I meet 'em But once a day. ROMAN. all tending to the good of their adversaries. and nobles. And. Nicanor. let's go. He cannot choose. but a small thing would make it flame again. Know you me yet? VOLSCE. and I will merrily accompany you home. his great opposer. but your favour is well appear'd by your tongue. There hath been in Rome strange insurrections: the people against the senators. You have well saved me a day's journey. sir.

I'll enter. sir. disguis'd and muffled CORIOLANUS. Exit . And you. He does fair justice: if he give me way. shall within this hour. Exit Enter another SERVINGMAN SECOND SERVANT. Unseparable. Antium. ROMAN. CITIZEN. CORIOLANUS. What would you have. I think. Enter A CITIZEN Save you.foot at an hour's warning. In puny battle slay me. so fellest foes. who twin. Whose hours.Where's Cotus? My master calls for him. He is. whose meal and exercise Are still together. Wine. Which is his house. I have the most cause to be glad of yours. and my love's upon This enemy town. CORIOLANUS. SCENE IV. sir. and feasts the nobles of the state At his house this night. wine! What service is here! I think our fellows are asleep. I'll do his country service. Well. farewell. in mean apparel. Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep To take the one the other. ROMAN. Before AUFIDIUS' house Enter CORIOLANUS. wine. Is he in Antium? CITIZEN. Then know me not. Cotus! Exit Enter CORIOLANUS CORIOLANUS. You take my part from me. If he slay me. I am joyful to hear of their readiness. Antium. and am the man. City. So. whose bed. shall grow dear friends And interjoin their issues. sir. So with me: My birthplace hate I. On a dissension of a doit. that shall set them in present action. Direct me. sir. in love. 'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir Of these fair edifices fore my wars Have I heard groan and drop. A goodly house. The feast smells well. CORIOLANUS. SCENE V. This here before you. let us go together. by some chance. beseech you? CITIZEN. Where great Aufidius lies. Re-enter the first SERVINGMAN FIRST SERVANT. VOLSCE. Some trick not worth an egg. friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you: pray go to the door. A goodly city is this Antium. but I Appear not like a guest. Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones. AUFIDIUS' house Music plays. and most glad of your company. if it be your will. Exit CITIZEN O world. heartily well met. as 'twere. Enter A SERVINGMAN FIRST SERVANT. Thank you. Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart. thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn. break out To bitterest enmity.

and. though thy tackle's torn. Whence com'st thou? What wouldst thou? Thy name? Why speak'st not? Speak. THIRD SERVANT. sir. Where is this fellow? SECOND SERVANT. THIRD SERVANT. Whence are you. THIRD SERVANT. Under the canopy. THIRD SERVANT. go and batten on cold bits. Re-enter second SERVINGMAN SECOND SERVANT. THIRD SERVANT. What. 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy mistress. Follow your function. take up some other station. so I am. THIRD SERVANT. THIRD SERVANT. Pray you avoid. and thy face Bears a command in't. Thou prat'st and prat'st. Prithee call my master to him. Here. Are you so brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon. A strange one as ever I look'd on. Now th' art troublesome. hence! [Beats him away] Enter AUFIDIUS with the second SERVINGMAN AUFIDIUS. sir! Do you meddle with my master? CORIOLANUS. What have you to do here. sir? Has the porter his eyes in his head that he gives entrance to such companions? Pray get you out. What's thy name? CORIOLANUS. A marv'llous poor one. here's no place for you. Say. Where dwell'st thou? CORIOLANUS. And I shall. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears. serve with thy trencher. [Pushes him away from him] THIRD SERVANT. CORIOLANUS. Ay. A gentleman. What are you? CORIOLANUS. AUFIDIUS. I cannot get him out o' th' house. Away! SECOND SERVANT. necessity Commands me name myself. I' th' city of kites and crows! What an ass it is! Then thou dwell'st with daws too? CORIOLANUS. Ay.CORIOLANUS. fellow? Pray you avoid the house. seeing me.I will not hurt your hearth. How. I serve not thy master. CORIOLANUS. Away? Get you away. Let me but stand. dost not Think me for the man I am. CORIOLANUS. And harsh in sound to thine. AUFIDIUS. Enter a third SERVINGMAN. Exit THIRD SERVANT. I' th' city of kites and crows. [Unmuffling] If. I have deserv'd no better entertainment In being Coriolanus. THIRD SERVANT. you will not? Prithee tell my master what a strange guest he has here. The first meets him THIRD SERVANT. CORIOLANUS. Tullus. SECOND SERVANT. What fellow's this? FIRST SERVANT. True. Pray you. I'd have beaten him like a dog. No. SECOND SERVANT. . but for disturbing the lords within. poor gentleman. AUFIDIUS. Not yet thou know'st me. what's thy name? Thou has a grim appearance. Under the canopy? CORIOLANUS. Where's that? CORIOLANUS. CORIOLANUS. What is thy name? CORIOLANUS. man. Come.

To be full quit of those my banishers. more dances my rapt heart . of all the men i' th' world I would have 'voided thee.' I'd not believe them more Than thee. The extreme dangers. But if so be Thou dar'st not this. but in mere spite. Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast. Since I have ever followed thee with hate. Coriolanus. and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. The cruelty and envy of the people. unless It be to do thee service.Thou show'st a noble vessel. Thou noble thing. Let me twine Mine arms about that body. who Have all forsook me. not out of hope. Marcius! Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient envy. I know thee not. and that to prove more fortunes Th'art tir'd. What's thy name? CORIOLANUS. Now this extremity Hath brought me to thy hearth. Great hurt and mischief. Prepare thy brow to frown. My name is Caius Marcius. are requited But with that surname. Permitted by our dastard nobles. So use it That my revengeful services may prove As benefits to thee. all noble Marcius. here I clip The anvil of my sword. Know thou first. Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast A heart of wreak in thee. never man Sigh'd truer breath. to save my life. Mistake me not. and to all the Volsces. I also am Longer to live most weary. that wilt revenge Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims Of shame seen through thy country. and the drops of blood Shed for my thankless country. Thy name? CORIOLANUS. The painful service.a good memory And witness of the malice and displeasure Which thou shouldst bear me. If Jupiter Should from yond cloud speak divine things. I lov'd the maid I married. and present My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice. An suffer'd me by th' voice of slaves to be Whoop'd out of Rome. And say ''Tis true. And cannot live but to thy shame. but that I see thee here. Only that name remains. then. who hath done To thee particularly. for if I had fear'd death. in a word.know'st thou me yet? AUFIDIUS. thereto witness may My surname. Which not to cut would show thee but a fool. AUFIDIUS. for I will fight Against my cank'red country with the spleen Of all the under fiends. hath devour'd the rest. speed thee straight And make my misery serve thy turn. O Marcius. where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters.

Let me commend thee first to those that shall Say yea to thy desires. looking as it were. He is simply the rarest man i' th' world. a kind of face. Marcius. since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness. methought. but a greater soldier than he you wot on. Who now are here. thou Mars.Would I were hang'd. taking their leaves of me Who am prepar'd against your territories. and set downAs best thou art experienc'd. Unbuckling helms. as one would set up a top. for the defence of a town our general is excellent. I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel. FIRST SERVANT. Here's a strange alteration! SECOND SERVANT. O. that was much. Worthy Marcius. if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges. sir. I tell the We have a power on foot. Or lose mine arm for't. Whether to knock against the gates of Rome. FIRST SERVANT. come. SECOND SERVANT. Though not for Rome itself. A thousand welcomes! And more a friend than e'er an enemy. FIRST SERVANT. . and I had purpose Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn. CORIOLANUS. look you. SECOND SERVANT. Your hand. most. Why. Nay. and. and yet my mind gave me his clothes made a false report of him. But come in.I cannot tell how to term it. Thou hast beat me out Twelve several times. but I take him to be the greater soldier. SECOND SERVANT. SECOND SERVANT. I'll be sworn. Nay. take Th' one half of my commission. Therefore. Like a bold flood o'erbeat. Worth six on him.thine own ways.Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold. we would muster all From twelve to seventy. FIRST SERVANT. I knew by his face that there was something in him. He had so. not so neither. Faith. pouring war Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome. I think he is. my master? FIRST SERVANT. he had. Nay. but I thought there was more in him than I could think. You bless me. fisting each other's throatAnd wak'd half dead with nothing. Yet. go in. one cannot tell how to say that. Or rudely visit them in parts remote To fright them ere destroy. gods! AUFIDIUS. Who. absolute sir. most welcome! Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS The two SERVINGMEN come forward FIRST SERVANT. Had we no other quarrel else to Rome but that Thou art thence banish'd. By my hand. So did I. it's no matter for that. And take our friendly senators by th' hands. What an arm he has! He turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb. and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and meWe have been down together in my sleep. SECOND SERVANT.

THIRD SERVANT. his crest up again and the man in blood. He was too hard for him directly. and sowl the porter of Rome gates by th' ears. whilst he's in directitude. I had as lief be a condemn'd man. we are fellows and friends. for the other has half by the entreaty and grant of the whole table. Re-enter the third SERVINGMAN THIRD SERVANT. sir. sleepy. as we term it. like conies after rain. SECOND SERVANT. Peace is a very apoplexy. Come. SECOND SERVANT. lethargy. sir. sir. and to be executed ere they wipe their lips. FIRST SERVANT. durst not. Let me have war. What. FIRST SERVANT. Our general himself makes a mistress of him. of all nations. and turns up the white o' th' eye to his discourse. presently. our general is cut i' th' middle and but one half of what he was yesterday. I have heard him say so himself. Reason: because they then less need one another. he might have broil'd and eaten him too.look you. Do't! He will do't. it's spritely. And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine. But when goes this forward? THIRD SERVANT. 'tis as it were parcel of their feast. set at upper end o' th' table. FIRST SERVANT. what? Let's partake.news. and as war in some sort may be said to be a ravisher. FIRST SERVANT. he says. Why. SECOND SERVANT. mull'd. An he had been cannibally given. audible. You shall have the drum struck up this afternoon. Why.' but he was always good enough for him. increase tailors. The . THIRD SERVANT. THIRD SERVANT. But more of thy news! THIRD SERVANT. Ay. To-morrow. insensible. he is so made on here within as if he were son and heir to Mars. and breed ballad-makers. as it were. and for an assault too. I can tell you news. it exceeds peace as far as day does night. and it makes men hate one another. FIRST SERVANT. to say the troth on't. Directitude? What's that? THIRD SERVANT. Wherefore? wherefore? THIRD SERVANT. But the bottom of the news is. SECOND SERVANT. you rascals! BOTH. a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men. I do not say 'thwack our general. for look you. FIRST SERVANT. He was ever too hard for him. This peace is nothing but to rust iron. then we shall have a stirring world again. waking. O slaves. sanctifies himself with's hand. BOTH. to-day. so it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker of cuckolds. and leave his passage poll'd. what. Why do you say 'thwack our general'? THIRD SERVANT. FIRST SERVANT. Why. and revel an with him.FIRST SERVANT. deaf. his friends. he will mow all down before him. I would not be a Roman. sir. Ay. SECOND SERVANT.show themselves. he has as many friends as enemies. and full of vent. before Corioli he scotch'd him and notch'd him like a carbonado. 'Tis so. But when they shall see. they will out of their burrows. no question asked him by any of the senators but they stand bald before him. which friends. here's he that was wont to thwack our generalCaius Marcius. say I. He'll go.

neither need we fear him. to all our lamentation. Farewell. Without assistance. 'Tis he. his mother and his wife Hear nothing from him. Ourselves. O'ercome with pride. All's well. MENENIUS. Self-lovingSICINIUS. And so would do. SICINIUS. behold Dissentious numbers pest'ring streets than see Our tradesmen singing in their shops. our wives. farewell. They are rising. The present peace And quietness of the people. in. BOTH. Worthy tribunes. MENENIUS. found it so. The gods preserve you both! SICINIUS. whom we have put in prison. 'tis he. BRUTUS. Live and thrive! BRUTUS. BRUTUS. we wish'd Coriolanus Had lov'd you as we did. on our knees Are bound to pray for you both. and children. Farewell. Enter three or four citizens CITIZENS. but insolent. Hail. CITIZENS. SICINIUS. Is this Menenius? SICINIUS. I hear nothing. A public place Enter the two Tribunes. The commonwealth doth stand. kind neighbours. and might have been much better He could have temporiz'd. they are rising. our neighbours. Where is he. Caius Marcius was A worthy officer i' the war. ambitious past all thinking. in. which before Were in wild hurry. Hail to you both! SICINIUS. god-den to you an. His remedies are tame. hear you? MENENIUS. O. SICINIUS. Your Coriolanus is not much miss'd But with his friends. Enter an AEDILE AEDILE. Enter MENENIUS BRUTUS. In. This is a happier and more comely time Than when these fellows ran about the streets Crying confusion. Rome. were he more angry at it. The gods have well prevented it. Exeunt citizens SICINIUS. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians. BRUTUS. and going About their functions friendly. Nay. God-den to you all. . here do make his friends Blush that the world goes well. sir! MENENIUS. We stood to't in good time. who rather had. Now the gods keep you! BOTH TRIBUNES. We should by this. FIRST CITIZEN. God-den. We hear not of him. I think not so. in! Exeunt SCENE VI. There is a slave.wars for my money. he is grown most kind Of late. If he had gone forth consul. Though they themselves did suffer by't. and Rome Sits safe and still without him. SICINIUS and BRUTUS SICINIUS. And affecting one sole throne.

Rais'd only that the weaker sort may wish Good Marcius home again. And durst not once peep out. This is most likely! BRUTUS. Tell not me. worthy sir. The slave's report is seconded. SICINIUS. What news? what news? . This is unlikely. Enter COMINIUS COMINIUS. what talk you of Marcius? BRUTUS. Come. Lest you shall chance to whip your information And beat the messenger who bids beware Of what is to be dreaded. MESSENGER. leads a power 'gainst Rome. Yes. 'Tis Aufidius. SICINIUS. led by Caius Marcius Associated with Aufidius. He and Aufidius can no more atone Than violent'st contrariety. you have made good work! MENENIUS. And vows revenge as spacious as between The young'st and oldest thing. where he heard this. SICINIUS. Nothing but his report. Which were inshell'd when Marcius stood for Rome.his raising. The nobles in great earnestness are going All to the Senate House.Reports the Volsces with several powers Are ent'red in the Roman territories. And with the deepest malice of the war Destroy what lies before 'em. Join'd with Aufidius. and have already O'erborne their way. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. You are sent for to the Senate. It is spoke freely out of many mouthsHow probable I do not know. BRUTUS. Enter a second MESSENGER SECOND MESSENGER. and more. SICINIUS. some news is come That turns their countenances. consum'd with fire and took What lay before them. MENENIUS. More fearful. rages Upon our territories. O. SICINIUS. SICINIUS. Thrusts forth his horns again into the world. It cannot be The Volsces dare break with us. MENENIUS. What more fearful? MESSENGER. Who. The very trick on 't. is deliver'd. I know this cannot be.that Marcius. Not Possible. MENENIUS. Enter A MESSENGER MESSENGER. And three examples of the like hath been Within my age. But reason with the fellow Before you punish him. 'Tis this slaveGo whip him fore the people's eyes. A fearful army. Cannot be! We have record that very well it can. hearing of our Marcius' banishment.

As Hercules Did shake down mellow fruit. I have not the face To say 'Beseech you. Say not we brought it. If he were putting to my house the brand That should consume it. How! Was't we? We lov'd him. What's the news? What's the news? COMINIUS. If Marcius should be join'd wi' th' VolsciansCOMINIUS. You have made fair work! BRUTUS. BOTH TRIBUNES.they charg'd him even As those should do that had deserv'd his hate. But I fear They'll roar him in again. All the regions Do smilingly revolt. He'll shake Your Rome about your ears. and Your franchises. MENENIUS. MENENIUS. MENENIUS. Your temples burned in their cement. your news? You have made fair work. like beasts And cowardly nobles. Pray now. I fear me. Who is't can blame him? Your enemies and his find something in him. your news. for his best friends. COMINIUS. That shapes man better.COMINIUS. 'Tis true. cease. And therein show'd fike enemies. if they Should say 'Be good to Rome'. You have holp to ravish your own daughters and To melt the city leads upon your pates. confin'd Into an auger's bore. and they follow him Against us brats with no less confidence Than boys pursuing summer butterflies. and you'll look pale Before you find it other. Or butchers killing flies. Who shall ask it? The tribunes cannot do't for shame. If! He is their god. MENENIUS. MENENIUS. And perish constant fools. the people Deserve such pity of him as the wolf Does of the shepherds. Who did hoot him out o' th' city. To see your wives dishonour'd to your nosesMENENIUS. such as was never S' incapable of help. Ay. gave way unto your clusters. sir? COMINIUS. We are all undone unless The noble man have mercy. The second name of men. You and your apron men. You have made good work. obeys his points . he leads them like a thing Made by some other deity than Nature. MENENIUS. Tullus Aufidius. You have brought A trembling upon Rome. COMINIUS. You and your crafts! You have crafted fair! COMINIUS. and who resists Are mock'd for valiant ignorance. But is this true.' You have made fair hands. but. whereon you stood. Pray. you that stood so much Upon the voice of occupation and The breath of garlic-eaters! COMINIUS.

sir. Their talk at table. FIRST CITIZEN. I do not like this news. get you be not dismay'd. strength. When I said banish him. FIRST CITIZEN. I do not know what witchcraft's in him. masters. but Your soldiers use him as the grace fore meat. THIRD CITIZEN. Exeunt SCENE VII. That we did. Go home. And so did I. Even by your own. He bears himself more proudlier. Go. Now he's coming. A camp at a short distance from Rome Enter AUFIDIUS with his LIEUTENANT AUFIDIUS. to say the truth. Enter a troop of citizens MENENIUS. The gods be good to us! Come. Exeunt citizens BRUTUS. yet it was against our will. If he could burn us all into one coal We have deserv'd it. and defence. But come. and their thanks at end. Y'are goodly things. And show no sign of fear. yet his nature In that's no changeling. we hear fearful news. Unless by using means I lame the foot Of our design. and though we willingly consented to his banishment. And not a hair upon a soldier's head Which will not prove a whip. Even to my person. we did for the best. So did we all. And you are dark'ned in this action. And so did I. That Rome can make against them. 'Tis no matter. Faith. For mine own part. Here comes the clusters. I ever said we were i' th' wrong when we banish'd him. SICINIUS. you voices! MENENIUS. COMINIUS. I cannot help it now. AUFIDIUS. Desperation Is all the policy. I said 'twas pity. and I must excuse . These are a side that would be glad to have This true which they so seem to fear. And is Aufidius with him? You are they That made the air unwholesome when you cast Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at Coriolanus' exile. You have made Good work. O. ay. let's home. Let's to the Capitol. let's home. And pay you for your voices. Nor I. and. you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol? COMINIUS. than I thought he would When first I did embrace him.As if he were his officer. BRUTUS. Would half my wealth Would buy this for a lie! SICINIUS. what else? Exeunt COMINIUS and MENENIUS SICINIUS. SECOND CITIZEN. Do they still fly to th' Roman? LIEUTENANT. as many coxcombs As you threw caps up will he tumble down. SECOND CITIZEN. PLEBEIANS. Pray let's go. masters. so did very many of us.

Rome is thine. Not to be other than one thing. think you he'll carry Rome? AUFIDIUS.you had not Join'd in commission with him. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. let's away. For I dare so far free him. LIEUTENANT. strengths by strengths do fail. The senators and patricians love him too. So hated. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. Fights dragon-like. and is no less apparent To th' vulgar eye. but one of theseAs he hath spices of them all. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. yet he hath left undone That which shall break his neck or hazard mine Whene'er we come to our account. First he was A noble servant to them.not all.made him fear'd. And power. I think he'll be to Rome As is the osprey to the fish. When. who takes it By sovereignty of nature. Thou art poor'st of all. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. Which out of daily fortune ever taints The happy man. I understand thee well. one nail. To fail in the disposing of those chances Which he was lord of. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. But he has a merit To choke it in the utt'rance. but either Had borne the action of yourself. Whether 'twas pride. Rights by rights falter. or else To him had left it solely. When he shall come to his account.. and be thou sure. and their people Will be as rash in the repeal as hasty To expel him thence. Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair T' extol what it hath done. unto itself most commendable. for your particular. but he could not Carry his honours even. not moving From th' casque to th' cushion. So our virtues Lie in th' interpretation of the time. Yet I wish.>> . and does achieve as soon As draw his sword. And the nobility of Rome are his. and so banish'd. whether defect of judgment. or whether nature. he knows not What I can urge against him. then shortly art thou mine. I beseech you. but commanding peace Even with the same austerity and garb As he controll'd the war. All places yield to him ere he sits down. And so he thinks. sirI mean. Although it seems. Caius. that he bears all things fairly And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state. LIEUTENANT. one nail. One fire drives out one fire.What cannot be amended. Come. AUFIDIUS. INC. Sir. The tribunes are no soldiers.

He would not seem to know me. You hear what he hath said Which was sometime his general. Rome. COMINIUS. He said 'twas folly. He was a kind of nothing. Unheard. and the drops That we have bled together. COMINIUS. and say that Marcius Return me. I offer'd to awaken his regard For's private friends. pray be patient. Might stop our countryman.a noble memory! COMINIUS. 'Coriolanus' He would not answer to.we are the grains: You are the musty chaff. Why. he replied. your good tongue. I'll not meddle. yet do not Upbraid's with our distress. No. I urg'd our old acquaintance. if you refuse your aid In this so never-needed help.ACT V. his child. as Cominius is return'd. His mother. More than the instant army we can make. with others MENENIUS. He could not stay to pick them in a pile Of noisome musty chaff. towards Marcius. wife. Do you hear? COMINIUS. his answer to me was. SICINIUS. if he coy'd To hear Cominius speak. MENENIUS. MENENIUS. who lov'd him In a most dear particular. No. if you Would be your country's pleader. He call'd me father. I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon When it was less expected. A pair of tribunes that have wrack'd for Rome To make coals cheap. What should I do? BRUTUS. MENENIUS. you that banish'd him: A mile before his tent fall down. forbid all names. SCENE I. Only make trial what your love can do For Rome. Till he had forg'd himself a name i' th' fire Of burning Rome. But what o' that? Go. For one poor grain or two. MENENIUS. Very well. to leave unburnt And still to nose th' offence. Yet one time he did call me by my name. the two Tribunes. MENENIUS. For one poor grain or two! I am one of those. Nay. Nay. It was a bare petition of a state To one whom they had punish'd. I'll not go. But sure. And this brave fellow too. MENENIUS.what then? But as a discontented friend. We must be burnt for you. Pray you go to him. SICINIUS and BRUTUS. and knee The way into his mercy. Could he say less? COMINIUS. Yet your good will . Well. MENENIUS. I'll keep at home. and you are smelt Above the moon. SICINIUS. titleless. grief-shot With his unkindness? Say't be so? SICINIUS. A public place Enter MENENIUS. so! You have made good work.

He sent in writing after me. Exit COMINIUS. as I hear. by your leave. we have suppler souls Than in our priest-like fasts. If you have heard your general talk of Rome And of his friends there. Whence are you? SECOND WATCH. Good faith. I tell thee. The Volscian camp before Rome Enter MENENIUS to the WATCH on guard FIRST WATCH. his eye Red as 'twould burn Rome. Speed how it will. Not? COMINIUS. From whence? MENENIUS. MENENIUS. The virtue of your name Is not here passable. He was not taken well: he had not din'd. And then I'll set upon him. 'Twas very faintly he said 'Rise'. and then We pout upon the morning. Who. Exeunt SCENE II. I shall ere long have knowledge Of my success. He'll never hear him. MENENIUS. I'll prove him. I am an officer of state and come To speak with Coriolanus. FIRST WATCH. are unapt To give or to forgive. go back. You know the very road into his kindness And cannot lose your way.Must have that thanks from Rome after the measure As you intended well. FIRST WATCH. but when we have stuff'd These pipes and these conveyances of our blood With wine and feeding. and go back. it is lots to blanks My name hath touch'd your ears: it is Menenius. What he would do. I kneel'd before him. our blood is cold. MENENIUS. but. dismiss'd me Thus with his speechless hand. you must return. Yet to bite his lip And hum at good Cominius much unhearts me. YOU may not pass. what he would not. You guard like men. Good my friends. SICINIUS. Be it so. MENENIUS. Therefore I'll watch him Till he be dieted to my request. Stand. and his injury The gaoler to his pity. Therefore let's hence. FIRST WATCH. I have been The book of his good acts whence men have read . Stay. From Rome. BRUTUS. And with our fair entreaties haste them on. The veins unfill'd. SECOND WATCH. Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions. I'll undertake't. 'tis well. MENENIUS. So that all hope is vain. Unless his noble mother and his wife. I tell you he does sit in gold. I think he'll hear me. mean to solicit him For mercy to his country. fellow. Our general Will no more hear from thence. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire before You'll speak with Coriolanus. Thy general is my lover.

What's the matter? MENENIUS. always factionary on the party of your general. if you had told as many lies in his behalf as you have uttered words in your own. fellow. I must have leave to pass. Sirrah. Faith. I say. must say you cannot pass. You are a Roman. MENENIUS. and love thee no worse than thy old father Menenius does! O my son! my son! thou art preparing fire for us. you are deceiv'd. if thy captain knew I were here. Prithee. and in his praise Have almost stamp'd the leasing. Guess but by my entertainment with him if thou stand'st not i' th' state of hanging. MENENIUS. like a block. Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground. the virginal palms of your daughters. You are condemn'd. you companion. I was hardly moved to come to thee. therefore. FIRST WATCH.that's the utmost of your having. I'll say an errand for you.with all the size that verity Would without lapsing suffer. my captain knows you not. I mean thy general. as he does. behold now presently. Back. Back. Back. or of some death more long in spectatorship and crueller in suffering. telling true under him. I am one that. and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here. or with the palsied intercession of such a decay'd dotant as you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in with such weak breath as this? No. Then you should hate Rome. sometimes. Howsoever you have been his liar. Therefore go back. and conjure thee to pardon Rome and thy petitionary countrymen. canst thou tell? For I would not speak with him till after dinner. I have been blown out of your gates with sighs. FIRST WATCH. you shall know now that I am in estimation. but being assured none but myself could move thee. as you say you have. MENENIUS. though it were as virtuous to lie as to live chastely. I have tumbled past the throw. go. therefore back to Rome and prepare for your execution. you should not pass here. you shall perceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me from my son Coriolanus. and swoon for what's to come upon thee. For I have ever verified my friendsOf whom he's chief. sir. Can you. Nay. Now. FIRST WATCH. think to front his revenges with the easy groans of old women. I am as thy general is. The good gods assuage thy wrath. . hath denied my access to thee. FIRST WATCH. SECOND WATCH. he would use me with estimation. lest I let forth your half pint of blood. MENENIUS. who. are you? MENENIUS. when you have push'd out your gates the very defender of them. and in a violent popular ignorance given your enemy your shield. look thee. Come. Therefore go back. fellowEnter CORIOLANUS with AUFIDIUS CORIOLANUS. here's water to quench it. The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy particular prosperity. MENENIUS. our general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon. fellow. this. FIRST WATCH. My general cares not for you. remember my name is Menenius. Has he din'd. no.His fame unparallel'd haply amplified. but fellow. Nay.

Only their ends You have respected. That thought he could do more.once more offer'd The first conditions. mother. child. Nor from the state nor private friends. AUFIDIUS. The worthy fellow is our general. sir. is your name Menenius? SECOND WATCH. Whom with crack'd heart I have sent to Rome. AUFIDIUS. He that hath a will to die by himself fears it not from another. never admitted A private whisper. Exeunt SCENE III. Though I owe My revenge properly. stopp'd your ears against The general suit of Rome. and your misery increase with your age! I say to you. Therefore be gone.no. Was my belov'd in Rome. godded me indeed. CORIOLANUS. [Shout within] Ha! what shout is this? Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow . long. my remission lies In Volscian breasts. This man. he's the rock. I writ it for thy sake [Gives a letter] And would have sent it. for whose old love I haveThough I show'd sourly to him. Let your general do his worst. You keep a constant temper. Wife. Menenius. for such things as you. A noble fellow. The tent of CORIOLANUS Enter CORIOLANUS. I know not. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow Set down our host. a very little I have yielded to. To grace him only. My partner in this action. My affairs Are servanted to others. of much power! You know the way home again. the oak not to be wind-shaken. be that you are. You must report to th' Volscian lords how plainly I have borne this business. which they did refuse And cannot now accept. do you think. I neither care for th' world nor your general. Now. not with such friends That thought them sure of you. I will not hear thee speak.CORIOLANUS. How! away! CORIOLANUS. I warrant him. That we have been familiar. yet thou behold'st. fresh embassies and suits. and others CORIOLANUS. FIRST WATCH. Away! MENENIUS. you see. as I was said to: Away! Exit FIRST WATCH. Nay. Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison rather Than pity note how much. I have to swoon? MENENIUS. Lov'd me above the measure of a father. 'Tis a spell. Exeunt CORIOLANUS and Aufidius FIRST WATCH. AUFIDIUS. Aufidius. This last old man. Another word. y'are so slight. What cause. Yet. Take this along. for I lov'd thee. For you. SECOND WATCH. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your greatness back? SECOND WATCH. Their latest refuge Was to send him. Mine ears against your suits are stronger than Your gates against my force. hereafter Will I lend ear to. I can scarce think there's any.

to your corrected son? Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach Fillip the stars. I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct. a kiss Long as my exile. my knee. And the most noble mother of the world Leave unsaluted. YOUNG MARCIUS. VIRGILIA. and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession which Great nature cries 'Deny not. For that. The moon of Rome. O. My mother bows. Even to a full disgrace. then let the mutinous winds Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun. VOLUMNIA. Which can make gods forsworn? I melt. What's this? Your knees to me. CORIOLANUS. VOLUMNIA. Sink. chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow.dear Valeria! VOLUMNIA. i' th' earth. and in her hand The grandchild to her blood. in mourning habits. but do not say. I holp to frame thee. but stand As if a man were author of himself And knew no other kin. But out. VIRGILIA. and my true lip Hath virgin'd it e'er since. then the honour'd mould Wherein this trunk was fram'd. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome. affection! All bond and privilege of nature. and unproperly Show duty. and am not Of stronger earth than others. that kiss I carried from thee. break! Let it be virtuous to be obstinate. VOLUMNIA.' O. Thou art my warrior. Do you know this lady? CORIOLANUS. Forgive my tyranny. Murd'ring impossibility. with attendants My wife comes foremost. VIRGILIA. as mistaken all this while Between the child and parent. As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod. 'Forgive our Romans. This is a poor epitome of yours.' Let the Volsces Plough Rome and harrow Italy. [Kneels] CORIOLANUS. sweet as my revenge! Now. Which by th' interpretation of full time . by the jealous queen of heaven. What is that curtsy worth? or those doves' eyes. stand up blest! Whilst with no softer cushion than the flint I kneel before thee. Like a dull actor now I have forgot my part and I am out.In the same time 'tis made? I will not. Enter. VALERIA. The sorrow that delivers us thus chang'd Makes you think so. The noble sister of Publicola. You gods! I prate. And hangs on Dian's temple. to make What cannot be slight work. My lord and husband! CORIOLANUS. dear. [Kneels] Of thy deep duty more impression show Than that of common sons. Best of my flesh.

CORIOLANUS. O. or we must lose The country. peace! Or. together with thy victory. the husband. desire not T'allay my rages and revenges with Your colder reasons. which should Make our eyes flow with joy. Aufidius. VOLUMNIA. CORIOLANUS. your wife. this lady. and myself. if you fail in our request. and the father. I beseech you. And to poor we Thine enmity's most capital: thou bar'st us Our prayers to the gods. and stick i' th' wars Like a great sea-mark. We must find An evident calamity. no more! You have said you will not grant us any thingFor we have nothing else to ask but that Which you deny already. though we had Our wish. and you Volsces. For how can we. inform Thy thoughts with nobleness. which is a comfort That all but we enjoy. that thou mayst prove To shame unvulnerable. which side should win. That. wife. yet we will ask. Tell me not Wherein I seem unnatural. Should we be silent and not speak. Making the mother. Constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow. Are suitors to you. VOLUMNIA. Whereto we are bound? Alack. sirrah. son. hearts dance with comforts. The god of soldiers. our raiment And state of bodies would bewray what life We have led since thy exile. CORIOLANUS. how can we for our country pray. if I can not persuade thee Rather to show a noble grace to both parts . For myself. CORIOLANUS. Our comfort in the country. no more. or else Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin. And saving those that eye thee! VOLUMNIA. to see The son. therefore hear us. if you'd ask. for we'll Hear nought from Rome in private.May show like all yourself. I purpose not to wait on fortune till These wars determine. the blame May hang upon your hardness. Even he. Your knee. remember this before: The thing I have forsworn to grant may never Be held by you denials. standing every flaw. for either thou Must as a foreign recreant be led With manacles through our streets. Alas. or else thy person. That's my brave boy. tearing His country's bowels out. or capitulate Again with Rome's mechanics. and child. Think with thyself How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither. since that thy sight. mark. our dear nurse. With the consent of supreme Jove. Whereto we are bound. Your request? VOLUMNIA. Do not bid me Dismiss my soldiers. And bear the palm for having bravely shed Thy wife and children's blood.

[Rising] VOLUMNIA. Not of a woman's tenderness to be Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. Say my request's unjust. To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride Than pity to our prayers. Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour. and safely home Loaden with honour.' the Romans 'This we receiv'd. Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble. and his name remains To th' ensuing age abhorr'd. thou shalt not. and cry 'Be blest For making up this peace!' Thou know'st. Has cluck'd thee to the wars. Ay. great son. speak you: He cares not for your weeping. If it were so that our request did tend To save the Romans. To imitate the graces of the gods. When she. go not from us thus. And spurn me back.on thy mother's womb That brought thee to this world. So we will home to Rome. and mine. Destroy'd his country. BOY. Nay. but then I'll fight. that cannot tell what he would have . ladies. CORIOLANUS. if thou conquer Rome. That thou restrain'st from me the duty which To a mother's part belongs. No. I have sat too long. Perhaps thy childishness will move him more Than can our reasons. Nay. poor hen. That brought you forth this boy to keep your name Living to time.' Speak to me. Why dost not speak? Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs? Daughter. VIRGILIA. That. 'A shall not tread on me! I'll run away till I am bigger. thou shalt no sooner March to assault thy country than to treadTrust to't. The end of war's uncertain. There's no man in the world More bound to's mother. our suit Is that you reconcile them: while the Volsces May say 'This mercy we have show'd. thereby to destroy The Volsces whom you serve.' and each in either side Give the all-hail to thee. son. Speak thou. And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but rive an oak. And die among our neighbours. An end. the benefit Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses.Than seek the end of one. Thou art not honest. boy. but if it he not so. let us shame him with our knees. Down. and the gods will plague thee. He turns away. behold's! This boy. Thou hast never in thy life Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy. yet here he lets me prate Like one i' th' stocks. but this certain. But with his last attempt he wip'd it out. you might condemn us As poisonous of your honour. To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' th' air. Down. This is the last. fond of no second brood.

you deserve To have a temple built you. [To the ladies] Ay. CORIOLANUS. Were you in my stead.believe it. [Aside] I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and thy honour At difference in thee. let us go. He lov'd his mother dearly. will have counter-seal'd. The gods look down. the heavens do ope. Aufidius. But I say there is no hope in't. If not most mortal to him. it is no little thing to make Mine eyes to sweat compassion. SICINIUS. Aufidius? AUFIDIUS. For my part. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger. There is differency between a grub and a butterfly. What peace you'fl make. good sir. But we will drink together. O mother! wife! AUFIDIUS. he has wings. silent] CORIOLANUS. and this unnatural scene They laugh at. and his child Like him by chance. and you shall bear A better witness back than words. I am hush'd until our city be afire. But let it come. Yet give us our dispatch. CORIOLANUS. what of that? MENENIUS. mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome. enter with us. Exeunt SCENE IV. Rome. advise me. yet your butterfly was a grub. Could not have made this peace. I'll not to Rome. may prevail with him. O. O my mother. [He holds her by the hand. especially his mother. This fellow had a Volscian to his mother. See you yond coign o' th' Capitol. I was mov'd withal. or granted less. I'll back with you. Why. believe it!Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd. But for your son. our throats are sentenc'd. I dare be sworn you were! And. Is't possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man? MENENIUS. Out of that I'll work Myself a former fortune. and stay upon execution. would you have heard A mother less. he's more than a creeping thing. Come. by and by. good Aufidius. His wife is in Corioli.But kneels and holds up hands for fellowship. which we. Ladies. Does reason our petition with more strength Than thou hast to deny't. Now. Come. there is some hope the ladies of Rome. MENENIUS. So did he me. A public place Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS MENENIUS. sir. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon. On like conditions. mother! What have you done? Behold. and her confederate arms. I'll frame convenient peace. All the swords In Italy. O mother. and he no more remembers his mother now . though I cannot make true wars. yond cornerstone? SICINIUS. SICINIUS. And then I'll speak a little. But. and pray you Stand to me in this cause.

good news! The ladies have prevail'd. Friend. Yes. we have all Great cause to give great thanks. that shall our poor city find. they respect not us. how they joy! [Sound still with the shouts] SICINIUS. A street near the gate . They are near the city? MESSENGER. Good news. Why. senators. and fifes. I will go meet the ladies. And all this is 'long of you. The Volscians are dislodg'd. A sea and land full. I paint him in the character. all swearing if The Roman ladies bring not comfort home They'll give him death by inches. when he walks. Where have you lurk'd. Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him. fly to your house. SICINIUS. he returning to break our necks. psalteries. A merrier day did never yet greet Rome. Hark you! [A shout within] MENENIUS. What's the news? SECOND MESSENGER. He wants nothing of a god but eternity. and the shouting Romans. hark you! [Trumpets. SICINIUS. SICINIUS. As certain as I know the sun is fire. he moves like an engine and the ground shrinks before his treading. SICINIUS. in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. You have pray'd well to-day: This morning for ten thousand of your throats I'd not have given a doit. Sir. The gods be good unto us! MENENIUS. drums beat. next. Rome. and a heaven to throne in. Enter a MESSENGER MESSENGER. The plebeians have got your fellow tribune And hale him up and down. SECOND MESSENGER. Hark. When we banish'd him we respected not them. This is good news. He sits in his state as a thing made for Alexander.mercy. No. Accept my thankfulness. not th' expulsion of the Tarquins. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye. No. This Volumnia Is worth of consuls. There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger. the gods bless you for your tidings. Enter another MESSENGER SICINIUS. and. talks like a knell. Art thou certain this is true? Is't most certain? SECOND MESSENGER. and Marcius gone. MENENIUS. Exeunt SCENE V. A city full. Make the sun dance. patricians. Sir. Tabors and cymbals. What he bids be done is finish'd with his bidding. of tribunes such as you. that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide As the recomforted through th' gates.than an eight-year-old horse. SICINIUS. Almost at point to enter. and his hum is a battery. sackbuts. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. And help the joy. First. if you'd save your life. We'll meet them. hautboys. all together] The trumpets. if you report him truly.

Exeunt] SCENE VI. I know it. Welcome. That I would have spoken of. who being so heighten'd. welcome! [A flourish with drums and trumpets. nay. the life of Rome! Call all your tribes together. Him I accuse The city ports by this hath enter'd and Intends t' appear before the people. his projects to accomplish. unswayable. his stoutness When he did stand for consul. and I pawn'd Mine honour for his truth. we'll deliver you Of your great danger. ALL. Sir. AUFIDIUS. Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius.Enter two SENATORS With VOLUMNIA. THIRD CONSPIRATOR. passing over the stage. Dispatch. I took him. Will vouch the truth of it. And make triumphant fires. Corioli. Being banish'd for't. If you do hold the same intent wherein You wish'd us parties. Repeal him with the welcome of his mother. and to this end He bow'd his nature. We must proceed as we do find the people. Sir. THIRD CONSPIRATOR. Made him joint-servant with me. which he lost By lack of stoopingAUFIDIUS. And my pretext to strike at him admits A good construction. Exeunt attendants Enter three or four CONSPIRATORS of AUFIDIUS' faction Most welcome! FIRST CONSPIRATOR. but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all. I rais'd him. Most noble sir. gave him way In all his own desires. How is it with our general? AUFIDIUS. and took some pride . holp to reap the fame Which he did end all his. Even in theirs and in the commons' ears. A public place Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS with attendents AUFIDIUS. Even so As with a man by his own alms empoison'd. Go tell the lords o' th' city I am here. never known before But to be rough. where I. He watered his new plants with dews of flattery. praise the gods. Behold our patroness. SECOND CONSPIRATOR. ladies. Deliver them this paper' having read it. strew flowers before them. VALERIA. hoping To purge himself with words. VIRGILIA. he came unto my hearth. AUFIDIUS. Seducing so my friends. Bid them repair to th' market-place. And with his charity slain. I cannot tell. My best and freshest men. and free. 'With other LORDS FIRST SENATOR. serv'd his designments In mine own person. let him choose Out of my files. Presented to my knife his throat. The people will remain uncertain whilst 'Twixt you there's difference.

We have made peace With no less honour to the Antiates . in the last. Therefore. making a treaty where There was a yielding. For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. There was it. and. What faults he made before the last. Our spoils we have brought home Doth more than counterpoise a full third part The charges of the action. the commoners being with him CORIOLANUS. Your native town you enter'd like a post. And grieve to hear't. AUFIDIUS. at the last. But. Till. but still subsisting Under your great command. their base throats tear With giving him glory. The army marvell'd at it. No more infected with my country's love Than when I parted hence. which are As cheap as lies. AUFIDIUS. hark! [Drums and trumpets sound. I think Might have found easy fines. He approaches. with great shouts of the people] FIRST CONSPIRATOR. at your vantage. THIRD CONSPIRATOR. you shall hear him. and give away The benefit of our levies. Hail. Enter CORIOLANUS. my lord. have you with heed perused What I have written to you? LORDS. I have not deserv'd it. answering us With our own charge. You are most welcome home. You are to know That prosperously I have attempted. So he did. FIRST CONSPIRATOR. Say no more: Here come the lords. But. lords! I am return'd your soldier. When he lies along. therefore shall he die. We have. Whose children he hath slain. marching with drum and colours. and He wag'd me with his countenance as if I had been mercenary. I seem'd his follower. worthy lords.this admits no excuse. he sold the blood and labour Of our great action. Enter the LORDS of the city LORDS. FIRST LORD. And patient fools. At a few drops of women's rheum. not partner. but he returns Splitting the air with noise. And had no welcomes home. but there to end Where he was to begin.To do myself this wrong. When he had carried Rome and that we look'd For no less spoil than gloryAUFIDIUS. and With bloody passage led your wars even to The gates of Rome. SECOND CONSPIRATOR. Ere he express himself or move the people With what he would say. And I'll renew me in his fall. AUFIDIUS. Which we will second. After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury His reasons with his body. let him feel your sword.

. SECOND LORD. I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli.Than shame to th' Romans. Which was your shame. lords. FIRST LORD. traitor. Do it presently. that Must bear my beating to his grave. Read it not. noble lords. Must give this cur the lie. Peace. Ay. Marcius. and his own notionWho wears my stripes impress'd upon him. 'tis there That. 'tis the first time that ever I was forc'd to scold. For certain drops of salt. and men of heart Look'd wond'ring each at others. AUFIDIUS. Fore your own eyes and ears? CONSPIRATORS. Peace. like an eagle in a dove-cote. Alone I did it. what We have compounded on.shall join To thrust the lie unto him. Mars? AUFIDIUS. CORIOLANUS. CORIOLANUS. Your judgments. perfidiously He has betray'd your business and given up. and hear me speak. men and lads. ho! No outrage. And trouble not the peace. He kill'd my father. CORIOLANUS. never admitting Counsel o' th' war. CORIOLANUS. Stain all your edges on me.peace! The man is noble. ALL THE PEOPLE. thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Why. Together with the seal o' th' Senate. -no more. Let him die for't. 'Boy'! AUFIDIUS. Breaking his oath and resolution like A twist of rotten silk. your city RomeI say your city. His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing. Cut me to pieces. Aufidius. Measureless liar. O that I had him. Ha! AUFIDIUS. Stand. CORIOLANUS. and we here deliver. Marcius. thou boy of tearsCORIOLANUS. Tear him to pieces. 'Boy'! False hound! If you have writ your annals true. But tell the traitor in the highest degree He hath abus'd your powers. He kill'd my son. 'Boy'! O slave! Pardon me. Ay. That pages blush'd at him. my grave lords. noble lords. Subscrib'd by th' consuls and patricians. He kill'd my cousin Marcus. in Corioli? You lords and heads o' th' state. Marcius! AUFIDIUS. thy stol'n name Coriolanus. and his fame folds in This orb o' th' earth. both. My daughter.to his wife and mother. but at his nurse's tears He whin'd and roar'd away your victory. by this unholy braggart. Name not the god. Caius Marcius! Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery. Hear'st thou. Volsces. Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune. CORIOLANUS. Traitor! How now? AUFIDIUS.

hold! AUFIDIUS. My lords. kill. Insolent villain! CONSPIRATORS. Trail your steel pikes. kill him! [The CONSPIRATORS draw and kill CORIOLANUS. when you shall know. disguised under the names of POLYDORE and CADWAL. Hold. Let's make the best of it. disguised under the name of Morgan GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. AUFIDIUS stands on him] LORDS. that it speak mournfully. I'll be one.his tribe. friend to Posthumus . Please it your honours To call me to your Senate. you'll rejoice That he is thus cut off. Provok'd by him. kill. or more.as in this rage. AUFIDIUS. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. a banished lord. hold. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. Yet he shall have a noble memory. INC. Which to this hour bewail the injury.the great danger Which this man's life did owe you. be quiet. King of Britain CLOTEN. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Though in this city he Hath widowed and unchilded many a one. hear me speak.With six Aufidiuses. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. Assist. SECOND LORD. you cannot.. three o' th' chiefest soldiers. To use my lawful sword! AUFIDIUS. Help. And I am struck with sorrow. Beat thou the drum. AUFIDIUS. hold. Exeunt. I'll deliver Myself your loyal servant. FIRST LORD. Take him up. O Tullus! SECOND LORD. Masters all. Tread not upon him. kill. or endure Your heaviest censure. Bear from hence his body. Italian. And mourn you for him. sons to Cymbeline. FIRST LORD. Put up your swords. bearing the body of CORIOLANUS [A dead march sounded] THE END <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. THIRD LORD. supposed sons to Belarius PHILARIO. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. son to the Queen by a former husband POSTHUMUS LEONATUS. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. husband to Imogen BELARIUS. Kill. Let him be regarded As the most noble corse that ever herald Did follow to his um.who falls. My rage is gone.>> 1609 CYMBELINE by William Shakespeare Dramatis Personae CYMBELINE. a gentleman. My noble masters.

a Soothsayer. a Dutch Gentleman. He that hath lost her too. servant to Posthumus CORNELIUS. He that hath miss'd the Princess is a thing Too bad for bad report. But what's the matter? FIRST GENTLEMAN. The garden of CYMBELINE'S palace FIRST GENTLEMAN. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.is a creature such As. a physician TWO LORDS of Cymbeline's court TWO GENTLEMEN of the same TWO GAOLERS QUEEN. a Spanish Gentleman. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. And why so? FIRST GENTLEMAN. She's wedded.hath referr'd herself Unto a poor but worthy gentleman. Officers. she imprison'd. friend to Philario CAIUS LUCIUS.IACHIMO. Italy ACT I. and he that hath herI mean that married her. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. alack. though I think the King Be touch'd at very heart. Her husband banish'd. good man! And therefore banish'd. whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son. and Attendants <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. General of the Roman Forces A ROMAN CAPTAIN TWO BRITISH CAPTAINS PISANIO. Italian.. All Is outward sorrow.>> SCENE: Britain. INC. our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the King's. Roman Senators. friend to Philario A FRENCH GENTLEMAN. daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen HELEN. But not a courtier. . Captains. I do not think So fair an outward and such stuff within Endows a man but he. Soldiers. That most desir'd the match. to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like. SECOND GENTLEMAN. wife to Cymbeline IMOGEN. SCENE I. You do not meet a man but frowns. Ladies. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. Musicians. So is the Queen. Britain. Messengers. SECOND GENTLEMAN. His daughter. a lady attending on Imogen APPARITIONS Lords. there would be something failing In him that should compare.a widow That late he married. and the heir of's kingdom. None but the King? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the King's looks. Tribunes. SECOND GENTLEMAN.

but . to th' more mature A glass that feated them. Exeunt Enter the QUEEN. Howsoe'er 'tis strange. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Died with their swords in hand. Evil-ey'd unto you. daughter. I do well believe you. Mark it. here comes the gentleman. Puts to him all the learnings that his time Could make him the receiver of. and the search so slow That could not trace them! FIRST GENTLEMAN. sir. No. whom He serv'd with glory and admir'd success. SECOND GENTLEMAN. most lov'd. SECOND GENTLEMAN. and Princess. besides this gentleman in question. who did join his honour Against the Romans with Cassibelan. You're my prisoner. for which their father. So slackly guarded. That a king's children should be so convey'd. As we do air. which he took. fast as 'twas minist'red. I honour him Even out of your report. Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber. our theme. from their nursery Were stol'n. After the slander of most stepmothers. He had two sons. So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus. his father Was call'd Sicilius. To his mistress. took such sorrow That he quit being. His only child. By her election may be truly read What kind of man he is. Some twenty years.if this be worth your hearing. SECOND GENTLEMAN. in the wars o' th' time. But had his titles by Tenantius. and IMOGEN QUEEN.SECOND GENTLEMAN. Is she sole child to th' King? FIRST GENTLEMAN. The King he takes the babe To his protection. Two other sons. and to the graver A child that guided dotards. within himself. Then old and fond of issue. FIRST GENTLEMAN. You speak him far. Crush him together rather than unfold His measure duly. who. sir. And had. The Queen. Yet is it true. I do extend him.most prais'd. SECOND GENTLEMAN. be assur'd you shall not find me. Big of this gentleman. and his gentle lady.the eldest of them at three years old. POSTHUMUS.her own price Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue. I cannot delve him to the root. A sample to the youngest. liv'd in courtWhich rare it is to do. We must forbear. Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at. But pray you tell me. deceas'd As he was born. and to this hour no guess in knowledge Which way they went. And in's spring became a harvest. What's his name and birth? FIRST GENTLEMAN. SECOND GENTLEMAN. calls him Posthumus Leonatus. I' th' swathing clothes the other. How long is this ago? FIRST GENTLEMAN. For whom he now is banish'd.

I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth. Exit POSTHUMUS. lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man. stay a little. sweetest. If the King come.what His rage can do on me. My residence in Rome at one Philario's. Pays dear for my offences. For you. Adieu! IMOGEN. How. love: This diamond was my mother's. And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death! Remain. give me but this I have. take it. To your so infinite loss. I will be known your advocate. to me Known but by letter. Such parting were too petty. heart. but nothingAlways reserv'd my holy duty. Who to my father was a friend. O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband. As I my poor self did exchange for you. Exit IMOGEN. fairest. though the King Hath charg'd you should not speak together. I pray you. Please your Highness. my queen. not comforted to live But that there is this jewel in the world That I may see again. Marry. The loathness to depart would grow. Though ink be made of gall. yet The fire of rage is in him. I something fear my father's wrath. I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure. I never do him wrong But he does buy my injuries. POSTHUMUS.Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. so in our trifles . And. POSTHUMUS. to be friends. and 'twere good You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience Your wisdom may inform you. [Aside] Yet I'll move him To walk this way. You must be gone. Re-enter QUEEN QUEEN. POSTHUMUS. Be brief. But keep it till you woo another wife. And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send. My queen! my mistress! O lady. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live. QUEEN. remain thou here [Puts on the ring] While sense can keep it on. When Imogen is dead. pitying The pangs of barr'd affections. And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes. how? Another? You gentle gods. thither write. Posthumus. Look here. Nay. Were you but riding forth to air yourself. I'll fetch a turn about the garden. I will from hence to-day. weep no more. You know the peril. So soon as I can win th' offended King.

. No. CYMBELINE. And pen her up. the King! CYMBELINE. Sir. O thou vile one! IMOGEN. with LORDS Enter PISANIO QUEEN. That mightst have had the sole son of my queen! IMOGEN. avoid. Past grace? obedience? IMOGEN. Beseech your patience. CYMBELINE. Thou took'st a beggar. Leave us to ourselves. The gods protect you.I still win of you. IMOGEN. and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice. that way past grace. overbuys me Almost the sum he pays. Away with her. And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. and in despair. Heaven restore me! Would I were A neat-herd's daughter. Harm not yourself with your vexation. sir. [Puts a bracelet on her arm] IMOGEN. QUEEN. peace!. hence from my sight If after this command thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness. let her languish A drop of blood a day and. I am senseless of your wrath. O disloyal thing. CYMBELINE. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. O blessed that I might not! I chose an eagle. CYMBELINE. I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner. For my sake wear this.. You have done Not after our command. Exit.Sweet sovereign. Past hope. CYMBELINE. all fears. Thou foolish thing! [To the QUEEN] They were again together. O the gods! When shall we see again? Enter CYMBELINE and LORDS POSTHUMUS. sir. I beseech you. I rather added A lustre to it. What.Peace. You bred him as my playfellow. CYMBELINE. wouldst have made my throne A seat for baseness. art thou mad? IMOGEN. And did avoid a puttock. Dear lady daughter. Alack. Almost. That shouldst repair my youth. Fie! you must give way. Exit IMOGEN. and he is A man worth any woman. Nay. thou heap'st A year's age on me! IMOGEN. Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood. It is a manacle of love. CYMBELINE. POSTHUMUS. It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus. being aged. a touch more rare Subdues all pangs. Die of this folly. Thou basest thing. and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son! Re-enter QUEEN CYMBELINE. thou diest.

I am very glad on't. How now. lest the reflection should hurt her. QUEEN. Your son's my father's friend. but he added to your having. Pray you speak with me. but he fled forward still. CLOTEN. You shall at least Go see my lord aboard. it went o' th' back side the town. The villain would not stand me. the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice. QUEEN. Sir. FIRST LORD. I humbly thank your Highness. Puppies! CLOTEN. Hurt him! His body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt. It is a throughfare for steel if it be not hurt. Exeunt SCENE II. as I told you always. But that my master rather play'd than fought. There might have been. till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground. CLOTEN. This hath been Your faithful servant. is done? PISANIO. When't pleas'd you to employ me. FIRST LORD. SECOND LORD. [Aside] She shines not upon fools. Ha! No harm. For this time leave me. FIRST LORD. sir! What news? PISANIO. SECOND LORD. Stand you? You have land enough of your own. A public place Enter CLOTEN and two LORDS FIRST LORD. Have I hurt him? SECOND LORD. not so much as his patience. there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent. SECOND LORD. then to shift it. [Aside] As many inches as you have oceans. Pray walk awhile. IMOGEN. He would not suffer me To bring him to the haven. QUEEN. [Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election. toward your face. SECOND LORD. gave you some ground. SECOND LORD. CLOTEN. Sir. [Aside] His steel was in debt. [Aside] No. And had no help of anger. she's a good sign. And that she should love this fellow. her beauty and her brain go not together. IMOGEN. QUEEN. Where air comes out. they were parted By gentlemen at hand. air comes in. that I might prick The goer-back. I would advise you to shift a shirt. If my shirt were bloody.Here is your servant. Myself by with a needle. On his command. Britain. Why came you from your master? PISANIO. and refuse me! SECOND LORD. I would they had not come between us. About some half-hour hence. she is damn'd. [Aside] So would I. he takes his part To draw upon an exile! O brave sir! I would they were in Afric both together. I dare lay mine honour He will remain so. left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to. . I trust. PISANIO. faith. but I have seen small reflection of her wit. My lord your son drew on my master. [Aside] No.

Still waving. And kiss'd it. Well. I'll to my chamber. And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes all our buds from growing. good Pisanio. unless it had been the fall of an ass. my lord. Thou shouldst have made him As little as a crow. As offer'd mercy is. for so long As he could make me with his eye. Would there had been some hurt done! SECOND LORD. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' th' haven. Madam. madam. But. at noon. so I did. . T' encounter me with orisons. IMOGEN. come. Come. followed him till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air. SECOND LORD. as the fits and stirs of's mind Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on. What was the last That he spake to thee? PISANIO. And I not have it. which is no great hurt. I'll attend your lordship. or less. When shall we hear from him? PISANIO. I would have broke mine eyestrings. till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle. And questioned'st every sail. or care Distinguish him from others. or hat. IMOGEN. It was: his queen. for then I am in heaven for him. comes in my father. Nay. madam. CLOTEN. Ere I could tell him How I would think on him at certain hours Such thoughts and such. madam. and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept. At the sixth hour of morn. or handkerchief. CYMBELINE'S palace Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO IMOGEN. The Queen. PISANIO. madam. 'twere a paper lost.CLOTEN. Enter a LADY LADY. [Aside] I wish not so. with glove. if he should write. Nay. but had Most pretty things to say. or have charg'd him. at midnight. ere left To after-eye him. Britain. How swift his ship. he did keep The deck. IMOGEN. Then wav'd his handkerchief? PISANIO. IMOGEN. or ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words. I did not take my leave of him. happier therein than I! And that was all? PISANIO. his queen! IMOGEN. Be assur'd. Exeunt SCENE III. crack'd them but To look upon him. You'll go with us? FIRST LORD. or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour. CLOTEN. With his next vantage. No. let's go together. Senseless linen.

IACHIMO.his to be more . be it but to fortify her judgment. get them dispatch'd. Exeunt SCENE IV. I have seen him in France. to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life. this gentleman at that time vouching. Ay. which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still. I doubt not. sir. and I to peruse him by items. You speak of him when he was less furnish'd than now he is with that which makes him both without and within.and upon warrant of bloody affirmation. He was then of a crescent note. a DUTCHMAN. upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature. Safely. POSTHUMUS. which may. words him. FRENCHMAN. It was much like an argument that fell out last night. I beseech you all be better known to this gentleman. PISANIO. POSTHUMUS. we had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he. Believe it. But I could then have look'd on him without the help of admiration. rather than story him in his own hearing. How worthy he is I will leave to appear hereafter. and a SPANIARD IACHIMO. PHILARIO'S house Enter PHILARIO. with manners. suffer the report. to be put to the arbitrement of swords. And then his banishment.if I offend not to say it is mended. IACHIMO. I shall. Enter POSTHUMUS Here comes the Briton. Sir.Desires your Highness' company. a FRENCHMAN. and by such two that would by all likelihood have confounded one the other or have fall'n both. rather shunn'd to go even with what I heard than in my every action to be guided by others' experiences. I have seen him in Britain. Can we. whom I commend to you as a noble friend of mine. 'Twas a contention in public. I was glad I did atone my countryman and you. FRENCHMAN. Sir. yes. wherein he must be weighed rather by her value than his own. I will attend the Queen. Rome. Faith. I think. without less quality. FRENCHMAN. where each of us fell in praise of our country mistresses.my quarrel was not altogether slight. PHILARIO. expected to prove so worthy as since he hath been allowed the name of. IACHIMO. Those things I bid you do. for taking a beggar. Madam. FRENCHMAN. without contradiction. But how comes it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquaintance? PHILARIO. though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side. Let him be so entertained amongst you as suits with gentlemen of your knowing to a stranger of his quality. but upon my mended judgment. a great deal from the matter. it had been pity you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose as then each bore. His father and I were soldiers together. By your pardon. IMOGEN. ask what was the difference? FRENCHMAN. sir. This matter of marrying his king's daughter. Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies. we have known together in Orleans. which else an easy battery might lay flat. I was then a young traveller. and the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully to extend him. IACHIMO. FRENCHMAN. you o'errate my poor kindness.

You are a great deal abus'd in too bold a persuasion. POSTHUMUS. which. IACHIMO. but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is. or this gentleman's opinion. POSTHUMUS.fair. by this. So your brace of unprizable estimations. A repulse. constant. with all my heart. let it die as it was born. IACHIMO. IACHIMO. and. That lady is not now living. Which the gods have given you? POSTHUMUS. no. and I my mind. Yours. She holds her virtue still. Your ring may be stol'n too. I would abate her nothing. whom in constancy you think stands so safe. You must not so far prefer her fore ours of Italy. PHILARIO. virtuous. I durst attempt it against any lady in the world.a punishment too. qualified. I will . though your attempt. chaste. It came in too suddenly. So do I my stone. IACHIMO. and less attemptable. POSTHUMUS.a kind of hand-in-hand comparisonhad been something too fair and too good for any lady in Britain. Gentlemen. and only the gift of the gods. the one is but frail and the other casual. I could not but believe she excelled many. wise. nor you the lady. not her friend. to bar your offence herein too. You are mistaken: the one may be sold or given. POSTHUMUS. Sir. IACHIMO. o'ervalues it something. worn out. If she went before others I have seen as that diamond of yours outlustres many I have beheld. and I doubt not you sustain what y'are worthy of by your attempt. Which by their graces I will keep. This worthy signior. in my opinion. I fear not my ring. and I pray you be better acquainted. I do nothing doubt you have store of thieves. or a that-way-accomplish'd courtier. What's that? POSTHUMUS. if there were wealth enough for the purchase or merit for the gift. I thank him. You may wear her in title yours. deserve more. More than the world enjoys. What lady would you choose to assail? IACHIMO. POSTHUMUS. POSTHUMUS. we are familiar at first. With five times so much conversation I should get ground of your fair mistress. IACHIMO. IACHIMO. I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to your ring. a cunning thief. Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on th' approbation of what I have spoke! POSTHUMUS. What do you esteem it at? POSTHUMUS. though I profess myself her adorer. But I make my wager rather against your confidence than her reputation. Your Italy contains none so accomplish'd a courtier to convince the honour of my mistress. Being so far provok'd as I was in France. Either your unparagon'd mistress is dead. or she's outpriz'd by a trifle. than any the rarest of our ladies in France. makes no stranger of me. the other is not a thing for sale. as you call it. I prais'd her as I rated her. if in the holding or loss of that you term her frail. make her go back even to the yielding. gentlemen. POSTHUMUS. IACHIMO. had I admittance and opportunity to friend. notwithstanding. As fair and as good. would hazard the winning both of first and last. but you know strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Let us leave here. No. IACHIMO. POSTHUMUS. enough of this. IACHIMO. IACHIMO. PHILARIO.

Doctor. I embrace these conditions. Whiles yet the dew's on ground. My ring I hold dear as my finger.lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring that. POSTHUMUS. You are a friend. POSTHUMUS. Will you? I Shall but lend my diamond till your return. I will fetch my gold and have our two wagers recorded. I will wage against your gold. Only.wherefore you have Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds Which are the movers of a languishing death. Have I not been . think you? PHILARIO. Pray let us follow 'em.she is not worth our debate. Britain. CYMBELINE'S palace Enter QUEEN. and I will bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserv'd. though slow. Thou ask'st me such a question. I hope. that you fear. PHILARIO. Exeunt LADIES Now. I swear. LADIES. who has the note of them? LADY. IACHIMO. and straight away for Britain. I wonder. madam. Here they are. [Presenting a box] But I beseech your Grace. madam. Exeunt SCENE V. Will this hold. gather those flowers. commend me to the court where your lady is. POSTHUMUS. Make haste. Master Doctor. Signior Iachimo will not from it. you not making it appear otherwise. IACHIMO. you bear a graver purpose. gold to it. My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking. and give me directly to understand you have prevail'd. lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. and would undergo what's spoken. Pleaseth your Highness. This is but a custom in your tongue. Let there be covenants drawn between's. you cannot preserve it from tainting. she your jewel. ay. thus far you shall answer: if you make your voyage upon her. for your ill opinion and th' assault you have made to her chastity you shall answer me with your sword. I dare you to this match: here's my ring. 'tis part of it. if she remain unseduc'd. IACHIMO. have you brought those drugs? CORNELIUS. it is one. If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoy'd the dearest bodily part of your mistress. By the gods. let us have articles betwixt us. my ten thousand ducats are yours. IACHIMO.a covenant! We will have these things set down by lawful counsel. Agreed. If I come off. I am the master of my speeches. I will have it no lay. and CORNELIUS QUEEN. I am no further your enemy. If you buy ladies' flesh at a million a dram. Exeunt POSTHUMUS and IACHIMO FRENCHMAN. and therein the wiser. QUEEN. But I see you have some religion in you. I. without offenceMy conscience bids me ask. Dispatch. POSTHUMUS. so is your diamond too. deadly? QUEEN. Your hand. and leave her in such honour as you have trust in. POSTHUMUS. with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second conference. But. this your jewel. and my gold are yoursprovided I have your commendation for my more free entertainment.

To shift his being Is to exchange one misery with another. Besides. And will not trust one of her malice with A drug of such damn'd nature. Until I send for thee. reviving. [Aside] I do not like her.is't not meet That I did amplify my judgment in Other conclusions? I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such creatures as We count not worth the hanging. QUEEN.but none humanTo try the vigour of them. Doctor. Who cannot be new built. CORNELIUS. Then afterward up higher. madam. and I the truer So to be false with her. O. content thee. An enemy to my son. She doth think she has Strange ling'ring poisons. Which first perchance she'll prove on cats and dogs. greater. To be more fresh. but there is No danger in what show of death it makes. Those she has Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile. Your Highness Shall from this practice but make hard your heart. Exit QUEEN. and apply Allayments to their act. say'st thou? Dost thou think in time She will not quench. for His fortunes all lie speechless.. and by them gather Their several virtues and effects. I humbly take my leave. so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections? Having thus far proceededUnless thou think'st me devilish.How now. She is fool'd With a most false effect. QUEEN. your service for this time is ended. I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy master. and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses? Do thou work. Pisanio! Doctor. But you shall do no harm.Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea. What shalt thou expect To be depender on a thing that leans. a word. upon him Will I first work. More than the locking up the spirits a time. QUEEN. Take your own way. And every day that comes comes comes to A day's work in him. Weeps she still. No further service. He's for his master. [Aside] I do suspect you. nor Continue where he is. Enter PISANIO [Aside] Here comes a flattering rascal. the seeing these effects will be Both noisome and infectious. Return he cannot. I do know her spirit. CORNELIUS. CORNELIUS. and his name Is at last gasp. nor has no friends So much as but to prop him? . When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son. [To PISANIO] Hark thee. CORNELIUS.

The violets. And greets your Highness dearly. As my two brothers. Which seasons comfort.there's all I'll do for you. Bear to my closet. that have their honest wills. IACHIMO. cowslips. Think on my words. and I . I do not know What is more cordial. am bound To load thy merit richly. Exeunt QUEEN and LADIES PISANIO. well done. Who shall take notice of thee. and the primroses. That set thee on to this desert. She is alone th' Arabian bird. Exit SCENE VI. and which she after. A foolish suitor to a wedded lady That hath her husband banish'd. And the remembrancer of her to hold The hand-fast to her lord. [Presents a letter] IMOGEN. Fare thee well. Think on my words. IACHIMO. the agent for his master. but think Thou hast thy mistress still. Exit PISANIO A sly and constant knave. Think what a chance thou changest on. good sir. to boot. Re-enter PISANIO and LADIES So. Blessed be those. Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her. It is an earnest of a further good That I mean to thee. Change you. How mean soe'er. that husband! My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol'n. The palace Enter IMOGEN alone IMOGEN. Britain. do't as from thyself. Who may this be? Fie! Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO PISANIO. if he take. madam? The worthy Leonatus is in safety. I prithee take it. but take it for thy labour. And shall do. shall quite unpeople her Of leigers for her sweet. my son. Except she bend her humour. Call my women. I'll move the King To any shape of thy preferment. It is a thing I made. and then myself. You're kindly welcome. Not to be shak'd. shall be assur'd To taste of too. But when to my good lord I prove untrue I'll choke myself. I have given him that Which. Madam. happy! but most miserable Is the desire that's glorious. I chiefly. such As thou'lt desire. [Aside] All of her that is out of door most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare. Pisanio. which hath the King Five times redeem'd from death. O. A father cruel and a step-dame false. Thanks.[The QUEEN drops the box. Nay. a noble gentleman of Rome Comes from my lord with letters. Well done. PISANIO takes it up] Thou tak'st up Thou know'st not what. so.

that tub Both fill'd and running. Longs after for the garbage. What is the matter.. When he was here He did incline to sadness. PISANIO. one An eminent monsieur that. Thanks. I never saw him sad. nor i' th' judgment. nor i' th' appetite.' So far I read aloud. What. like the Parthian. 'Twixt two such shes. Exit IMOGEN. Thanks. He furnaces The thick sighs from him. are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch and the rich crop Of sea and land. Exceeding pleasant. He is call'd The Britain reveller. IMOGEN. Should make desire vomit emptiness.Beseech you. sir. But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by th' rest and takes it thankfully. The cloyed willThat satiate yet unsatisfied desire. Desire my man's abode where I did leave him. Reflect upon him accordingly. It cannot be i' th' eye. to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. He's strange and peevish. You are as welcome. I was going. What makes your admiration? IACHIMO.ravening first the lamb. as you value your trust.Have lost the wager. Sluttery. IACHIMO. for apes and monkeys. would chatter this way and Contemn with mows the other. IMOGEN. worthy sir. directly fly. Rather. Not so allur'd to feed. Continues well my lord? His health beseech you? IACHIMO. To give him welcome. LEONATUS. fairest lady. much loves A Gallian girl at home. There is a Frenchman his companion. whiles the jolly Briton- . madam. audacity. from head to foot! Or. to such neat excellence oppos'd. IMOGEN. Boldness be my friend! Arm me. [Reads] 'He is one of the noblest note. as I Have words to bid you. Thus raps you? Are you well? IACHIMO. it seems. which can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones Upon the number'd beach. trow? IACHIMO. and shall find it so In all that I can do. I shall flying fight. and oft-times Not knowing why. IMOGEN. Well. madam. sir. dear sir. IMOGEN. IACHIMO. What. well. For idiots in this case of favour would Be wisely definite. and can we not Partition make with spectacles so precious 'Twixt fair and foul? IMOGEN. none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome. IACHIMO. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope he is.

madam. And himself. sir? You look on me: what wreck discern you in me Deserves your pity? IACHIMO. then by-peeping in an eye Base and illustrious as the smoky light That's fed with stinking tallow. To hide me from the radiant sun and solace I' th' dungeon by a snuff? IMOGEN. this hand. 'tis much. The remedy then born. IACHIMO.laughs from's free lungs. Has forgot Britain. Ay. which I account his. IMOGEN. to think that man. or. IACHIMO. or what concerns me. Deliver with more openness your answers To my demands. beyond all talents.But It is an office of the gods to venge it. Two creatures heartily.falsehood as With labour. In you. Lamentable! What. cries 'O. what she cannot choose But must be. Not I . What do you pity. sir. IMOGEN. timely knowing. That others do. I mean. this object. would force the feeler's soul To th' oath of loyalty. It is a recreation to be by And hear him mock the Frenchman. I pray you. for certainties Either are past remedies. Can my sides hold. IMOGEN. But heavens know Some men are much to blame. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon. IMOGEN. Fixing it only here. Whose every touch. IACHIMO.it were fit That all the plagues of hell should at one time Encounter such revolt. Why do you pity me? IACHIMO. IMOGEN. pray youSince doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do. or his own proof. damn'd then. Slaver with lips as common as the stairs That mount the Capitol. enjoy your. should I. Not mine to speak on't.Your lord.will's free hours languish for Assured bondage?' IMOGEN. yea. but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully. Not he. sir? IACHIMO. Whilst I am bound to wonder. In himself.discover to me What both you spur and stop. report. join gripes with hands Made hard with hourly falsehood. What woman is.who knows By history. Am I one. whose touch. which Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye. I hope. I am bound To pity too. I was about to say. with his eyes in flood with laughter. I fear. Will my lord say so? IACHIMO. You do seem to know Something of me. My lord. Not he.

upon your purse? Revenge it.. I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure. Pisanio!The King my father shall be made acquainted Of thy assault. O happy Leonatus! I may say The credit that thy lady hath of thee Deserves thy trust. If he shall think it fit A saucy stranger in his court to mart As in a Romish stew. he hath a court He little cares for. and thy most perfect goodness Her assur'd credit. If thou wert honourable. Thou wrong'st a gentleman who is as far From thy report as thou from honour.. only For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon. What ho. as base as strange. your cause doth strike my heart With pity that doth make me sick! A lady So fair. and you Recoil from your great stock. and to expound His beastly mind to us. IMOGEN. Pisanio! IACHIMO. and Solicits here a lady that disdains Thee and the devil alike. and he is one . Or she that bore you was no queen. IACHIMO. and fasten'd to an empery. I have spoke this to know if your affiance Were deeply rooted. Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps. A lady to the worthiest sir that ever Country call'd his! and you his mistress. IMOGEN. to be partner'd With tomboys hir'd with that self exhibition Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ventures That play with all infirmities for gold Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff As well might poison poison! Be reveng'd. Pisanio! IACHIMO. O dearest soul. not For such an end thou seek'st. IMOGEN. and a daughter who He not respects at all.What ho. but 'tis your graces That from my mutest conscience to my tongue Charms this report out. and shall make your lord That which he is new o'er. IMOGEN.What ho. And will continue fast to your affection. Would make the great'st king double. Blessed live you long.if it be true. How should I be reveng'd? IACHIMO. Reveng'd? How should I be reveng'd? If this be trueAs I have such a heart that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse. Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue. Let me hear no more. More noble than that runagate to your bed. Away! I do condemn mine ears that have So long attended thee.Inclin'd to this intelligence pronounce The beggary of his change. Should he make me Live like Diana's priest betwixt cold sheets. In your despite. Let me my service tender on your lips. Still close as sure.

Be not angry. O. take my pow'r i' th' court for yours. I beseech. I will keep them In my bedchamber. I must.The truest manner'd. which is material 'To th' tender of our present. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE . I will write. Send your trunk to me. Attended by my men. it shall safe be kept And truly yielded you. And I am something curious. 'Tis plate of rare device. To have them in safe stowage. or I shall short my word By length'ning my return. and your lordThe best feather of our wing. sir. He sits 'mongst men like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour sets him of More than a mortal seeming. the factor for the rest. Willingly. for it concerns Your lord. I have outstood my time. But not away to-morrow! IACHIMO. I will make bold To send them to you only for this night. Half all men's hearts are his. May it please you To take them in protection? IMOGEN. and jewels Of rich and exquisite form. no. such a holy witch That he enchants societies into him. You're very welcome. IMOGEN. but the gods made you. Pray what is't? IACHIMO. All's well. IMOGEN. have done In France. I had almost forgot T' entreat your Grace but in a small request. Which you know cannot err. IACHIMO. IACHIMO. And pawn mine honour for their safety. madam. INC. if you please To greet your lord with writing. Unlike all others. IACHIMO. IMOGEN. My humble thanks. myself and other noble friends Are partners in the business. Some dozen Romans of us. The love I bear him Made me to fan you thus. Pray your pardon. IMOGEN. chaffless. I must aboard to-morrow. I thank you for your pains..have mingled sums To buy a present for the Emperor. You make amends. which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment In the election of a sir so rare. Most mighty Princess. Since My lord hath interest in them. IMOGEN. do't to-night. And yet of moment too. IACHIMO. They are in a trunk. Which I. Therefore I shall beseech you. Yes. their values great. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. no. O. From Gallia I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise To see your Grace. that I have adventur'd To try your taking of a false report. IMOGEN. being strange.

[Aside] He's a strange fellow himself. and might not spend them at my pleasure. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't? SECOND LORD. but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors. being foolish. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. [Aside] nor crop the ears of them. with your comb on. Before CYMBELINE'S palace Enter CLOTEN and the two LORDS CLOTEN. [Aside] You are a fool granted. do not derogate. When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear. it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths. CLOTEN. CLOTEN. and knows it not. FIRST LORD. cock. What I have lost to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. CLOTEN. whatsoever he be. as if I borrowed mine oaths of him. [Aside] You are cock and capon too. CLOTEN. CLOTEN. Who told you of this stranger? FIRST LORD.WITH PERMISSION. I'll attend your lordship. and you crow. CLOTEN. It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to. One of your lordship's pages. . so I say. and. SECOND LORD. CLOTEN. SCENE I. therefore your issues. [Aside] To have smell'd like a fool. A stranger. Was there ever man had such luck! When I kiss'd the jack. Come. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. CLOTEN.>> ACT II. because of the Queen my mother. Why. [Aside] If his wit had been like him that broke it. I think. What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl. upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't. and he's another. SECOND LORD. and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction? Would he had been one of my rank! SECOND LORD. There's an Italian come. FIRST LORD. my lord. No. Not easily. 'tis thought. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. my lord. I am not vex'd more at anything in th' earth. SECOND LORD. Sayest thou? SECOND LORD. A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am. go. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night? CLOTEN. Ay. one of Leonatus' friends. Ha? SECOND LORD. it would have run all out. SECOND LORD. it is fit for your lordship only. CLOTEN. they dare not fight with me. FIRST LORD. No. I'll go see this Italian. and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing. SECOND LORD. Britain. I know that. Come. Every jackslave hath his bellyful of fighting. CLOTEN. You cannot derogate. Leonatus? A banish'd rascal. and I not known on't? SECOND LORD.

IMOGEN. come off. one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd. the arras. I have read three hours then. O sleep. thou ape of death. Cytherea. than that horrid act Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour. t' enrich mine inventory. Thou divine Imogen.Exeunt CLOTEN and FIRST LORD That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass! A woman that Bears all down with her brain. Thus in a chapel lying! Come off. such and such. Please you. What hour is it? LADY. now canopied Under these windows white and azure. And if thou canst awake by four o' th' clock. Exit LADY To your protection I commend me. madam. IMOGEN. How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily. And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! But kiss. From fairies and the tempters of the night Guard me. How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus. [Taking off her bracelet] As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard! . and this her son Cannot take two from twenty. Britain. The crickets sing. keep unshak'd That temple. Ah. lie dull upon her! And be her sense but as a monument. and the contents o' th' story. Alas. A mother hourly coining plots. for his heart. I will write all down: Such and such pictures. Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. a trunk in one corner Enter IMOGEN in her bed. gods. Mine eyes are weak. beseech ye! [Sleeps. Almost midnight. and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest. And leave eighteen. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly. IMOGEN'S bedchamber in CYMBELINE'S palace. a wooer More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband. IACHIMO comes from the trunk] IACHIMO. leave it burning. such Th' adornment of her bed. but some natural notes about her body Above ten thousand meaner movables Would testify. Fold down the leaf where I have left. figuresWhy. Take not away the taper. that thou mayst stand T' enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land! Exit SCENE II. Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd. To bed. poor princess. But my design To note the chamber. there the window. and a LADY attending IMOGEN. madam. The flame o' th' taper Bows toward her and would under-peep her lids To see th' enclosed lights. lac'd With blue of heaven's own tinct. thy fair mind. what thou endur'st. Who's there? My woman? Helen? LADY. I prithee call me.

[Clock strikes] One. If you can penetrate her with your fingering. for that's the reason I was up so early. I would this music would come. Swift. arise. let her remain. And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes.Good morrow to your Majesty and to my gracious mother. It's almost morning. Day. like the crimson drops I' th' bottom of a cowslip. two. so. On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted. I should have gold enough. tune. First. with admirable rich words to it. An ante-chamber adjoining IMOGEN'S apartments Enter CLOTEN and LORDS FIRST LORD. Time. this secret Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en The treasure of her honour.and then let her consider. CYMBELINE'S palace. but I'll never give o'er. after. To th' madding of her lord. they say it will penetrate. Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late The tale of Tereus. If this penetrate. CLOTEN. here the leaf's turn'd down Where Philomel gave up. You are most hot and furious when you win. To th' trunk again. if it do not. a wonderful sweet air. His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flow'rs that lies. Enter musicians Come on. time! Exit into the trunk SCENE III. get you gone. and shut the spring of it. With everything that pretty bin. CLOTEN. No more. hell is here. CLOTEN. We'll try with tongue too. hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings. CLOTEN. SONG Hark. It would make any man cold to lose. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss. As strongly as the conscience does within. swift. nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot. arise! So. Arise. and this will witness outwardly. the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace. I am glad I was up so late. Winning will put any man into courage. three. Exeunt musicians Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN SECOND LORD. can never amend. that dawning May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear.'Tis mine. my lord. Here's a voucher Stronger than ever law could make. a very excellent good-conceited thing.. Though this a heavenly angel. If I could get this foolish Imogen. . And Phoebus 'gins arise. it is a vice in her ears which horsehairs and calves' guts. you dragons of the night. But not every man patient after the noble temper of your lordship. I have enough. He cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly. I am advised to give her music a mornings. Here comes the King. If none will do. is't not? FIRST LORD. FIRST LORD. I will consider your music the better. To what end? Why should I write this down that's riveted. My lady sweet.

so seem as if You were inspir'd to do those duties which You tender to her. sometime hangs both thief and true man. oft it doth-yea. We must receive him According to the honour of his sender. Your lady's person. What's your lordship's pleasure? CLOTEN. She hath not yet forgot him. And towards himself. No more? CLOTEN. sir. A gentleman. Who lets go by no vantages that may Prefer you to his daughter. So like you. By your leave. if not. CLOTEN. LADY. QUEEN. If she be up. Nay. Senseless? Not so. and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief. We must extend our notice. Our dear son. A worthy fellow. that you in all obey her. To keep her chamber. I'll speak with her. That's more Than some whose tailors are as dear as yours Can justly boast of. and makes Diana's rangers false themselves. LADY. Ay. [Knocks] Enter a LADY LADY. and a gentlewoman's son. Who's there that knocks? CLOTEN. and be friended With aptness of the season. Exeunt all but CLOTEN CLOTEN. I have assail'd her with musics. but she vouchsafes no notice. Come. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will she not forth? CLOTEN. And therein you are senseless. yield up Their deer to th' stand o' th' stealer. his goodness forespent on us. is she ready? LADY. When you have given good morning to your mistress. some more time Must wear the print of his remembrance out.CYMBELINE. By your leave. Yes. Let her lie still and dream. . But that's no fault of his. CYMBELINE. ho! [Knocks] I know her women are about her. our queen. make denials Increase your services. Attend the Queen and us. Albeit he comes on angry purpose now. we shall have need T' employ you towards this Roman. ambassadors from Rome. The one is Caius Lucius. CYMBELINE. Enter a MESSENGER MESSENGER. what If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold Which buys admittance. for I yet not understand the case myself. Save when command to your dismission tends. What Can it not do and undo? I will make One of her women lawyer to me. And then she's yours. The exile of her minion is too new. You are most bound to th' King. Frame yourself To orderly soliciting.

If you but said so. I'll no more be mad. and hated For being preferr'd so well.it is no contract. And scarce can spare them. CLOTEN. This is no answer.not so eminent! IMOGEN. The thanks I give Is telling you that I am poor of thanks. CLOTEN. . And am so near the lack of charity To accuse myself I hate you. for all. 'twere as deep with me. To leave you in your madness 'twere my sin. Profane fellow! Wert thou the son of Jupiter. With scraps o' th' court. your recompense is still That I regard it not. I would not speak. A pantler. Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by The consequence o' th' crown. You put me to forget a lady's manners By being so verbal. being taught. As I am mad.in self-figur'd knot. CLOTEN. Do you call me fool? IMOGEN. That cures us both. That I. One bred of alms and foster'd with cold dishes. But that you shall not say I yield. LADY. and must not foil The precious note of it with a base slave. I am much sorry. sell me your good report. For The contract you pretend with that base wretch. A hilding for a livery. being silent. I will not. do here pronounce. Faith. which I had rather You felt than make't my boast. There is gold for you. IMOGEN. I care not for you. Good morrow. forbearance. I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness. and no more But what thou art besides. IMOGEN. which know my heart. which you owe your father. fairest sister. Thou wert dignified enough. Your sweet hand. sir. How? My good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good? The Princess! Enter IMOGEN CLOTEN. and learn now. CLOTEN. a squire's cloth. You sin against Obedience. IMOGEN. I do. By th' very truth of it. thou wert too base To be his groom.to knit their soulsOn whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary. If you'll be patient. Good morrow.CLOTEN. CLOTEN. Fools are not mad folks. if 'twere made Comparative for your virtues to be styl'd The under-hangman of his kingdom. I pray you spare me. And though it be allowed in meaner partiesYet who than he more mean?. Still I swear I love you. sir. You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble. Even to the point of envy. Exit LADY IMOGEN. If you swear still. one of your great knowing Should learn. none.

The south fog rot him! IMOGEN. Go bid my woman Search for a jewel that too casually Hath left mine arm. sir. 'His mean'st garment'! Well. He never can meet more mischance than come To be but nam'd of thee. Ay. It was thy master's. CLOTEN. PHILARIO'S house Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO POSTHUMUS. Your mother too.CLOTEN. I do believe Statist though I am none. Were they all made such men. Fear it not. I hope it be not gone to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he. IMOGEN. Your very goodness and your company O'erpays all I can do. I said so. I hope. Rome. nor like to be. call witness to 't. 'His garment'! IMOGEN. 'His garments'! Now the devilIMOGEN. That this will prove a war. What means do you make to him? POSTHUMUS. I must die much your debtor. To th' worst of discontent. IMOGEN. shrew me. You have abus'd me. confident I am Last night 'twas on mine arm. Exit CLOTEN. whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief. She's my good lady and will conceive. they failing. Not any. PHILARIO. But the worst of me. send th' arrearages. In these fear'd hopes I barely gratify your love. and wish That warmer days would come. and I think He'll grant the tribute. I'll be reveng'd. Go and search. Frighted. By this your king Hath heard of great Augustus. Caius Lucius Will do's commission throughly. So I leave you. How now. I am sprited with a fool. I will inform your father. sir. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently. and ang'red worse. Or look upon our Romans. I hope so. POSTHUMUS. Exit SCENE IV. 'His meanest garment'! IMOGEN. I kiss'd it. His mean'st garment That ever hath but clipp'd his body is dearer In my respect than all the hairs above thee. but abide the change of time. If you will make 't an action. I would I were so sure To win the King as I am bold her honour Will remain hers. PHILARIO. sir. Exit PISANIO CLOTEN. CLOTEN. 'Twill not be lost. If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe! I do think I saw't this morning. Quake in the present winter's state. and you shall hear The legions now in Gallia sooner landed . PISANIO. Pisanio! Enter PISANIO CLOTEN.

IACHIMO. PHILARIO. IACHIMO. sir. All is well yet. Welcome. or let her beauty Look through a casement to allure false hearts. I hope you know that we Must not continue friends. we must. And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails. for the ring is won. the foul opinion You had of her pure honour gains or loses Your sword or mine. my hand And ring is yours. I'll make a journey twice as far t' enjoy A second night of such sweet shortness which Was mine in Britain. The swiftest harts have posted you by land. If you can make't apparent That you have tasted her in bed. POSTHUMUS. will make known To their approvers they are people such That mend upon the world. If not. Good sir. Their discipline. If I have lost it. POSTHUMUS. and not the wronger Of her or you. But not approach'd. Your lady Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon. POSTHUMUS. Now mingled with their courages. or masterless leaves both To who shall find them. IACHIMO. To make your vessel nimble.In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings Of any penny tribute paid. I trust. I grant We were to question farther. 'Tis very like. I hope the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court When you were there? IACHIMO. If you keep covenant. sir. Your loss your sport. Your lady being so easy. IACHIMO. Together with your ring. The stone's too hard to come by. POSTHUMUS. having proceeded but By both your wills. POSTHUMUS. or is't not Too dull for your good wearing? IACHIMO. Their tenour good. And be false with them. IACHIMO. Enter IACHIMO PHILARIO. but I now Profess myself the winner of her honour. Had I not brought The knowledge of your mistress home. . See! Iachimo! POSTHUMUS. And therewithal the best. He was expected then. I should have lost the worth of it in gold. but found their courage Worthy his frowning at. POSTHUMUS. Sparkles this stone as it was wont. Our countrymen Are men more order'd than when Julius Caesar Smil'd at their lack of skill. Not a whit. POSTHUMUS. Make not. PHILARIO. Here are letters for you.

IACHIMO. outwent her. Sir. Then. [Shows the bracelet] Be pale. The cutter Was as another nature. IACHIMO. POSTHUMUS. POSTHUMUS. Proceed. POSTHUMUS.were two winking Cupids Of silver. and the chimneypiece Chaste Dian bathing. And yet enrich'd it too. if you can.I thank her. the story. I beg but leave to air this jewel. that it did strive In workmanship and value. Proud Cleopatra when she met her Roman And Cydnus swell'd above the banks. . Her pretty action did outsell her gift. Being so near the truth as I will make them. This is her honour! Let it be granted you have seen all this. IACHIMO. A piece of work So bravely done. much spoke of. Jove! Once more let me behold it. Never saw I figures So likely to report themselves. This is a thing Which you might from relation likewise reap. each on one foot standing. IACHIMO. See! And now 'tis up again. More particulars Must justify my knowledge. dumb. which I doubt not You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find You need it not. POSTHUMUS. or for The press of boats or pride. Being. First. her andironsI had forgot them. IACHIMO.whose strength I will confirm with oath. POSTHUMUS. nicely Depending on their brands. Sir. The chimney Is south the chamber. And this you might have heard of here. Must first induce you to believe. This is true. Or do your honour injury. She gave it me.that. so rich. Where I confess I slept not. as it is. She stripp'd it from her arm. It must be married To that your diamond. which I wonder'd Could be so rarely and exactly wrought. and praise Be given to your remembrance. Motion and breath left out. Is it that Which I left with her? IACHIMO. her bedchamber. and said She priz'd it once. Since the true life on't wasPOSTHUMUS. the description Of what is in her chamber nothing saves The wager you have laid. but profess Had that was well worth watching-it was hang'd With tapestry of silk and silver. my circumstances. IACHIMO. So they must. The roof o' th' chamber With golden cherubins is fretted. I'll keep them. I see her yet. by me Or by some other.

Sir. If you will swear you have not done't. love Where there's another man. I'll deny nothing. May be she pluck'd it of To send it me. If you seek For further satisfying. be patient. POSTHUMUS. he swears.lies a mole. he hath enjoy'd her. By Jupiter. Kills me to look on't. doth she? POSTHUMUS. This is not strong enough to be believ'd Of one persuaded well of. Have patience. right proud Of that most delicate lodging. Back my ring. Once. IACHIMO. O. take this too. you lie. The vows of women Of no more bondage be to where they are made Than they are to their virtues. for this was stol'n. no. Hark you. no.POSTHUMUS. sir. Will you hear more? POSTHUMUS. above measure false! PHILARIO. I had it from her arm! POSTHUMUS. IACHIMO. IACHIMO.they induc'd to steal it! And by a stranger! No. It may be probable she lost it. and a million! IACHIMO. Let there be no honour Where there is beauty. 'tis true. by Jupiter he swears. More evident than this. which is nothing. Her attendants are All sworn and honourable. POSTHUMUS. By my life. IACHIMO. truth where semblance. The cognizance of her incontinency Is this: she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly. There. I'll be swornPOSTHUMUS. She hath been colted by him. No swearing. IACHIMO. And take your ring again. 'tis not yet won. She writes so to you.nay. [Gives the ring] It is a basilisk unto mine eye. Here. 'Tis true. or Who knows if one her women. never count the turns. keep the ring. O that I had her here to tear her limb-meal! . Very true. as big as hell can hold. and it doth confirm Another stain. Spare your arithmetic. being corrupted Hath stol'n it from her? POSTHUMUS. and it gave me present hunger To feed again. And so I hope he came by't. O. and all the fiends of hell Divide themselves between you! PHILARIO. no! 'tis true. Ay. Were there no more but it. And I will kill thee if thou dost deny Thou'st made me cuckold. Never talk on't. You do remember This stain upon her? POSTHUMUS. I kiss'd it. Render to me some corporal sign about her. take thy hire. I am sure She would not lose it. though full. under her breastWorthy the pressing.

And that most venerable man which I Did call my father was I know not where When I was stamp'd. Cried 'O!' and mounted. covetings. curse them. slanders. yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time. Exeunt SCENE V. So doth my wife The nonpareil of this. Like a full-acorn'd boar. revenges. but. Some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit. O. Be it lying. Detest them. all the devils! This yellow Iachimo in an hour. a German one.Exit PHILARIO. but are changing still One vice but of a minute old for one Not half so old as that. change of prides. mutability. A hall in CYMBELINE'S palace Enter in state. vengeance. CYMBELINE. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY.>> ACT III. I'll do something. SCENE I. Quite besides The government of patience! You have won. Nice longing. in part or all. nay. vengeance! Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd. but women Must be half-workers? We are all bastards. that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow. hers. Britain. found no opposition But what he look'd for should oppose and she Should from encounter guard. Yet 'tis greater skill In a true hate to pray they have their will: The very devils cannot plague them better. deceiving. that hell knows. i' th' court.was't not? Or less!.at first? Perchance he spoke not. the sweet view on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn. Lust and rank thoughts.. hers.I will go there and do't. With all my heart. flattering. Why. For even to vice They are not constant. disdain. Let's follow him and pervert the present wrath He hath against himself. O. Another room in PHILARIO'S house Enter POSTHUMUS POSTHUMUS. IACHIMO. hers. Could I find out The woman's part in me! For there's no motion That tends to vice in man but I affirm It is the woman's part. QUEEN. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. hers. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. and LORDS at one door. The woman's. note it. And pray'd me oft forbearance. All faults that man may name. CLOTEN. before Her father. but rather all. did it with A pudency so rosy. Rome. INC. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. I'll write against them. Exit <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. hers. Is there no way for men to be. Ambitions. hers. .

which to shake of Becomes a warlike people. we will pay him tribute for light.' With shameThe first that ever touch'd him. With sands that will not bear your enemies' boats But suck them up to th' top-mast. And conquer'd it. there's no more tribute to be paid. else. Till the injurious Romans did extort This tribute from us. I do not say I am one. Cassibelan. and saw. twice beaten. or put the moon in his pocket. CYMBELINE. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan. QUEEN.to master Caesar's sword. When Julius Caesar. That opportunity. sir. We do.on our terrible seas. but I have a hand. Other of them may have crook'd noses. CLOTEN. Caesar's ambitionWhich swell'd so much that it did almost stretch The sides o' th' world.whose remembrance yet Lives in men's eyes. Britain is A world by itself. Son. there is no moe such Caesars. whom we reckon Ourselves to be. for joy whereof The fam'd Cassibelan. There be many Caesars Ere such another Julius. to resume We have again. and his shippingPoor ignorant baubles!. and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses. which stands As Neptune's park. Famous in Caesar's praises no whit less Than in his feats deserving it. Yearly three thousand pounds. sir. which by thee lately Is left untender'd. Shall be so ever. who was once at pointO. Remember.and at another CAIUS LUCIUS and attendants CYMBELINE. Why tribute? Why should we pay tribute? If Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket. none. Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time. my liege. ribb'd and pal'd in With rocks unscalable and roaring waters. Come. A kind of conquest Caesar made here. and overcame. CLOTEN. no more tribute. and. thine uncle. CLOTEN.was in this Britain. QUEEN. giglot fortune!. to kill the marvel. . The kings your ancestors. Which then they had to take from 's. let your mother end. but to owe such straight arms. as I said. pray you now. together with The natural bravery of your isle. CYMBELINE. Made Lud's Town with rejoicing fires bright And Britons strut with courage. Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges. for him And his succession granted Rome a tribute. and will to ears and tongues Be theme and hearing ever. but made not here his brag Of 'came. And. CLOTEN. what would Augustus Caesar with us? LUCIUS. You must know. we were free.against all colour here Did put the yoke upon's.he was carried From off our coast. crack'd As easily 'gainst our rocks. Now say.

Who was the first of Britain which did put His brows within a golden crown.hath prevail'd On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal? No. and call'd Himself a king. Say then to Caesar. sir. Caius. CYMBELINE. a precedent Which not to read would show the Britons cold. Mulmutius made our laws. by the power we hold. Make pastime with us a day or two.CYMBELINE. How? that I should murder her? Upon the love. Cymbeline. which I Have made to thy command? I.whose use the sword of Caesar Hath too much mangled. Receive it from me. my youth I spent Much under him. and he mine. So. and there's an end. She's punish'd for her truth. that hath moe kings his servants than Thyself domestic officers. I am perfect That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for Their liberties are now in arms. if you fall in the adventure. All the remain is. then: war and confusion In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee. So Caesar shall not find them. LUCIUS. Though Rome be therefore angry. CLOTEN. LUCIUS. I know your master's pleasure. Another room in CYMBELINE'S palace Enter PISANIO reading of a letter PISANIO. How? of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monsters her accuse? Leonatus! O master. The letter That I have sent her. Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which Ordain'd our laws. of him I gather'd honour. perforce. That I am to pronounce Augustus CaesarCaesar. or longer. whose repair and franchise Shall. it is yours. her? Her blood? If it be so to do good service. LUCIUS. by her own command . CYMBELINE.thine enemy. Which he to seek of me again. If you seek us afterwards in other terms. Thy Caesar knighted me. and undergoes. and vows. be our good deed. More goddess-like than wife-like. I am sorry. never Let me be counted serviceable. If you beat us out of it. His majesty bids you welcome. Exeunt SCENE II. Let proof speak. Thou art welcome. O my master! Thy mind to her is now as low as were Thy fortunes. you shall find us in our salt-water girdle. such assaults As would take in some virtue. Behoves me keep at utterance. Britain. How look I That I should seem to lack humanity So much as this fact comes to? [Reads] 'Do't. and truth. welcome. what a strange infection Is fall'n into thy ear! What false ItalianAs poisonous-tongu'd as handed. Thus defied. look For fury not to be resisted. our crows shall fare the better for you. I thank thee for myself.

one that rode to's execution. Could never go so slow. Madam. would even renew me with your eyes. Madam. And by th' way Tell me how Wales was made so happy as T' inherit such a haven. Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble. Let what is here contain'd relish of love.O. How we may steal from hence. and for the gap That we shall make in time from our hence-going And our return. Read. and look'st So virgin-like without? Lo. Why should excuse be born or ere begot? We'll talk of that hereafter. Who? thy lord? That is my lord. Blest be You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike. and speak thickLove's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing To th' smothering of the sense. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week.' O for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou. Take notice that I am in Cambria.Shall give thee opportunity.Leonatus? O. should he take me in his dominion. Prithee speak. how get hence. IMOGEN. and tell me How far 'tis thither. yet You clasp young Cupid's tables. thy leave. IMOGEN. gods! [Reads] 'Justice and your father's wrath. yet not That we two are asunder. at Milford Haven. But first of all. let me 'bate!. What your own love will out of this advise you. of his content. yet long'st.how far it is To this same blessed Milford. true PisanioWho long'st like me to see thy lord.let that grieve him! Some griefs are med'cinable. Pisanio! PISANIO. Good news.of his content. Of my lord's health. here is a letter from my lord. O the dearest of creatures. man. You good gods. and too much too. IMOGEN. One score 'twixt sun and sun. that is one of them. here she comes. How many score of miles may we well ride 'Twixt hour and hour? PISANIO.' O damn'd paper. Good wax. Enter IMOGEN I am ignorant in what I am commanded. not like me. and your increasing in love LEONATUS POSTHUMUS. Though forfeiters you cast in prison. Why. For it doth physic love. So he wishes you all happiness that remains loyal to his vow. For mine's beyond beyond!-say.but not like me. I have heard of riding wagers Where horses have been nimbler than the sands . 's enough for you. learn'd indeed were that astronomer That knew the stars as I his charactersHe'd lay the future open. But first. But in a fainter kind. could not be so cruel to me as you. who long'stO. to excuse. All but in that. follow. why may not I Glide thither in a day? Then. Pisanio? He is at Milford Haven. How now. Art thou a fedary for this act.

That run i' th' clock's behalf. If quiet life be best. and ARVIRAGUS BELARIUS. yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. but have a fog in them That I cannot look through. A mountainous country with a cave Enter from the cave BELARIUS. Nor here. This service is not service so being done. Hail. That it is place which lessens and sets off. you're best consider. GUIDERIUS. Out of your proof you speak. say She'll home to her father. PISANIO. of princes. Away. Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such gain the cap of him that makes him fine. nor here. and bows you To a morning's holy office. Your legs are young. Madam. The gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow to the sun. The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing. Wales. this gate Instructs you how t' adore the heavens. Hail. nor know not What air's from home. shall we discourse. heaven! BELARIUS. What should we speak of When we are old as you? When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December. Accessible is none but Milford way. Go bid my woman feign a sickness. But this is fool'ry. Have never wing'd from view o' th' nest. Now for our mountain sport. And often to our comfort shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing'd eagle. Up to yond hill. No life to ours! GUIDERIUS. ARVIRAGUS. To apprehend thus Draws us a profit from all things we see. this life Is nobler than attending for a check. Nor what ensues. man. sweeter to you That have a sharper known. of the tricks in war. There's no more to say. And you may then revolve what tales I have told you Of courts. Hail. poor unfledg'd. A prison for a debtor that not dares To stride a limit. I'll tread these flats. heaven! ARVIRAGUS. But being so allow'd. GUIDERIUS. But unto us it is A cell of ignorance. Haply this life is best. When you above perceive me like a crow. I see before me. how. travelling abed. . Exeunt SCENE III. well corresponding With your stiff age. Yet keeps his book uncross'd. boys. IMOGEN. In this our pinching cave. O. Consider. and provide me presently A riding suit. no costlier than would fit A franklin's huswife. We. A goodly day not to keep house with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop. thou fair heaven! We house i' th' rock. Richer than doing nothing for a bribe. Do as I bid thee. I prithee.

which attends In place of greater state. this story The world may read in me. And left me bare to weather.as I have told you oftBut that two villains. He that strikes The venison first shall be the lord o' th' feast. Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. Cymbeline lov'd me. even then . And thus I set my foot on's neck'. and nature prompts them In simple and low things to prince it much Beyond the trick of others. and though train'd up thus meanly I' th' cave wherein they bow. And when a soldier was the theme. his spirits fly out Into my story. our cage We make a choir. Where I have liv'd at honest freedom. many times. whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour. which dies i' th'search. I'll meet you in the valleys. BELARIUS. and my report was once first with the best of note. O. boys. Exeunt GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little they are sons to th' King. or robbery. who The King his father call'd Guiderius. but in one night A storm. But up to th' mountains! This is not hunters' language. My fault being nothing. A pain that only seems to seek out danger I' th'name of fame and honour. The heir of Cymbeline and Britain. Shook down my mellow hangings. And we will fear no poison. paid More pious debts to heaven than in all The fore-end of my time. As hard to leave as keep. their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces. say 'Thus mine enemy fell. And sing our bondage freely. Then was I as a tree Whose boughs did bend with fruit.the art o' th' court. So Follow'd my banishment. Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat. what's worseMust curtsy at the censure. Uncertain favour! BELARIUS.Jove! When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell The warlike feats I have done. or so slipp'ry that The fear's as bad as falling. To him the other two shall minister. whose top to climb Is certain falling. They think they are mine. How you speak! Did you but know the city's usuries. This Polydore. my body's mark'd With Roman swords. and this twenty years This rock and these demesnes have been my world. as doth the prison'd bird. And hath as oft a sland'rous epitaph As record of fair act. GUIDERIUS.We are beastly: subtle as the fox for prey. nay. swore to Cymbeline I was confederate with the Romans. the toil o' th' war. my leaves. my name Was not far off. nay. call it what you will. And felt them knowingly. Our valour is to chase what flies. Doth ill deserve by doing well.

madam? . Put thyself Into a haviour of less fear. Once Arviragus. and shows much more His own conceiving. No. which to read Would be even mortal to me. and puts himself in posture That acts my words. Speak. the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. they took thee for their mother. a thing The most disdain'd of fortune. and states. nay. PISANIO. They take for natural father. What shall I need to draw my sword? The paper Hath cut her throat already. the game is rous'd! O Cymbeline. Belarius. thou need'st But keep that count'nance still. That part thou. Cadwal.' PISANIO. The game is up. Pisanio.The princely blood flows in his cheek. Euriphile. heaven and my conscience knows Thou didst unjustly banish me! Whereon. And every day do honour to her grave. and to make me certain it is done. Pisanio! Man! Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh From th' inward of thee? One but painted thus Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Beyond self-explication. Myself. Hark. I stole these babes. Wales. where. wretched man. thou art the pander to her dishonour. if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers. Thinking to bar thee of succession as Thou refts me of my lands. hath play'd the strumpet in my bed. queens. This viperous slander enters. And he's at some hard point. Thou told'st me. IMOGEN. The younger brother. What cheer. What's the matter? Why tender'st thou that paper to me with A look untender! If't be summer news. [Reads] 'Thy mistress. the place Was near at hand. Ne'er long'd my mother so To see me first as I have now. At three and two years old. And you shall find me. must act for me. and equally to me disloyal. but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain as I expect my revenge. thy tongue May take off some extremity. man. My husband's hand? That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him. Kings. near Milford Haven Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN IMOGEN. Please you read. Strains his young nerves. Pisanio. if thou fear to strike. Let thine own hands take away her life. Smile to't before. whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile. Thou wast their nurse. in as like a figure Strikes life into my speech. whose breath Rides on the posting winds and doth belie All corners of the world. that am Morgan call'd. ere wildness Vanquish my staider senses. matrons. 'tis slander. I speak not out of weak surmises. the secrets of the grave. she hath my letter for the purpose. if winterly. Maids. Whose edge is sharper than the sword. when we came from horse. Exit SCENE IV. I shall give thee opportunity at Milford Haven. he sweats.

But now thou seem'st a coward. and hit The innocent mansion of my love. Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause. I must die. Thus may poor fools Believe false teachers. And cry myself awake? That's false to's bed. I false! Thy conscience witness! Iachimo. And if I do not by thy hand. a garment out of fashion. be thou honest. not born where't grows. Is it? PISANIO. Alas. Fear not. good lady! IMOGEN. take it. and make me put into contempt the suits Of princely fellows. But worn a bait for ladies. So thou. fellow. thought false. my heart. Posthumus. Some jay of Italy. PISANIO. Do his bidding. Hence. Come. True honest men being heard. Were. vile instrument! Thou shalt not damn my hand. Poor I am stale. Thy favour's good enough. What is here? The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus All turn'd to heresy? Away. Come. thou art No servant of thy master's. And for I am richer than to hang by th' walls I must be ripp'd. here's my heartSomething's afore't. Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Be stomachers to my heart. Soft. shalt hereafter find It is no act of common passage but . Whose mother was her painting. Look! I draw the sword myself. in his time. yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe. IMOGEN.IMOGEN. To pieces with me! O. Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand. That didst set up my disobedience 'gainst the King My father. PISANIO. strike. who was indeed The riches of it. IMOGEN. And thou. Thy master is not there. Thou then look'dst like a villain. methinks. Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men: Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjur'd From thy great fail. Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming. Do thou thy master's bidding. False to his bed? What is it to be false? To lie in watch there. took pity From most true wretchedness. hath betray'd him. soft! we'll no defence!Obedient as the scabbard. like false Aeneas. To break it with a fearful dream of him. O husband. shall be thought Put on for villainy. when thou seest him. Good madam. Posthumus. now. hear me. A little witness my obedience. though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply. away. Why. Thou didst accuse him of incontinency. By thy revolt. 'tis empty of all things but grief. and to think on him? To weep twixt clock and clock? If sleep charge nature. and Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a holy tear.

And that will well confirm it. on my life! I'll give but notice you are dead. Some villain. for 'tis commanded I should do so. If you'll back to th' courtIMOGEN. Th' elected deer before thee? PISANIO. IMOGEN. PISANIO. Where's thy knife? Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding. Therein false struck. I thought you would not back again. hath done you both This cursed injury. I have heard I am a strumpet.A strain of rareness. Why hast thou gone so far To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand. Good lady. good fellow. What shall I do the while? where bide? how live? Or in my life what comfort. PISANIO. and send him Some bloody sign of it. IMOGEN. IMOGEN. Most likeBringing me here to kill me. and I grieve myself To think. The lamp entreats the butcher. and to bed then. Some Roman courtezan! PISANIO. no father. madam. can take no greater wound. But speak. . Nor tent to bottom that. in the which I have consider'd of a course. You shall be miss'd at court. Then. No court. nor no more ado With that harsh. PISANIO. and mine ear. For my being absent?.speak. simple nothingThat Cloten. Prithee dispatch. Talk thy tongue weary. Wherefore then Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd So many miles with a pretence? This place? Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour? The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court. Then not in Britain must you bide. But to win time To lose so bad employment. IMOGEN. Since I receiv'd command to do this busines I have not slept one wink. PISANIO. Do't. when I am Dead to my husband? PISANIO. Not so. When I desire it too. O gracious lady. IMOGEN. and singular in his art.whereunto I never Purpose return. whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege. how thy memory Will then be pang'd by me. Why. then My purpose would prove well. when thou shalt be disedg'd by her That now thou tirest on. neither. If not at court. It cannot be But that my master is abus'd. But if I were as wise as honest. Hear me with patience. PISANIO. No. IMOGEN. I'll wake mine eyeballs first. Ay. noble.

PISANIO. fore noble Lucius Present yourself. I would adventure. the harder heart! Alack. tell him Wherein you're happy. make yourself but like one. And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of such a season. Well then. happily. near The residence of Posthumus. and will abide it with A prince's courage. Would you. hose. doubling that. IMOGEN. yea. rich.but. Fore-thinking this. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. be brief. desire his service. I see into thy end. Ready in gibes. Now. Nay. and am almost A man already. Away. In a great pool a swan's nest. and but disguise That which t' appear itself must not yet be But by self-danger. fear and nicenessThe handmaids of all women. Exposing it. IMOGEN. IMOGEN. or. saucy. O. in their serving. yet Report should render him hourly to your ear As truly as he moves. comes to Milford Haven To-morrow. Prithee think There's livers out of Britain. more truly. but we'll even All that good time will give us.into a waggish courage.IMOGEN. you should tread a course Pretty and full of view. here's the point: You must forget to be a woman. I prithee. . at least. no remedy!. so nigh. Your means abroadYou have me. but not in't. doubtless With joy he will embrace you. Th' ambassador. This attempt I am soldier to. First.doublet. most holy. LUCIUS the Roman. Nay. and I will never fail Beginning nor supplyment.which will make him know If that his head have ear in music. not death on't. night. That though his actions were not visible. PISANIO. Woman it pretty self. PISANIO. if you could wear a mind Dark as your fortune is.to the greedy touch Of common-kissing Titan. all That answer to them. and forget Your laboursome and dainty trims wherein You made great Juno angry. And. quick-answer'd. for he's honourable. change Command into obedience. Are they not but in Britain? I' th' world's volume Our Britain seems as of it. I have already fit'Tis in my cloak-bag. I am most glad You think of other place. O! for such means. Prithee away! There's more to be consider'd. and As quarrelous as the weasel. Where then? Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day. you must Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek. hat. Though peril to my modesty.

My lords. To some shade.PISANIO. for We have been too slight in sufferance. and LORDS CYMBELINE. But must be look'd to speedily and strongly. Lucius hath wrote already to the Emperor How it goes here. CYMBELINE. But. And fit you to your manhood. Call her before us. CYMBELINE. LUCIUS. and you! CYMBELINE. CLOTEN. Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. the event Is yet to name the winner. My noble mistress. We have noted it. my lord. QUEEN. Your hand. Exit a MESSENGER . but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Leave not the worthy Lucius. Here is a box. LUCIUS. we must take a short farewell. from whence he moves His war for Britain. CYMBELINE. and for ourself To show less sovereignty than they. nor to us hath tender'd The duty of the day. Our subjects. Happiness! Exeunt LUCIUS and LORDS QUEEN. Fare you well. you are appointed for that office. LUCIUS. Will not endure his yoke. So. I thank thee. QUEEN. royal sir. must needs Appear unkinglike. and so farewell. I desire of you A conduct overland to Milford Haven. CYMBELINE. It fits us therefore ripely Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness. Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd Before the Roman. Sir. Britain. Well. Thanks. Exeunt severally SCENE V. I be suspected of Your carriage from the court. madam. The pow'rs that he already hath in Gallia Will soon be drawn to head. but it honours us That we have given him cause. He goes hence frowning. CLOTEN. My emperor hath wrote. Madam. 'Tis not sleepy business. Amen. Till he have cross'd the Severn. my gentle queen. I had it from the Queen. 'Tis all the better. a dram of this Will drive away distemper. all joy befall your Grace. sir. noble Lucius. being miss'd. If you are sick at sea Or stomach-qualm'd at land. And am right sorry that I must report ye My master's enemy. LUCIUS. sir. What's in't is precious. CYMBELINE'S palace Enter CYMBELINE. I must from hence. Receive it friendly. Thus far. She looks us like A thing more made of malice than of duty. Lest. Our expectation that it would be thus Hath made us forward. LUCIUS. May the gods Direct you to the best! IMOGEN. The due of honour in no point omit. So farewell. CLOTEN. good my lords.

Her chambers are all lock'd. QUEEN. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant. All the better. for she's fair and royal. indeed. Gone she is To death or to dishonour. woman. 'Tis certain she is fled. That man of hers. the cure whereof. And strokes death to her. From every one The best she hath. her old servant. but our great court Made me to blame in memory. Re-enter MESSENGER CYMBELINE. QUEEN. Where is she gone? Haply despair hath seiz'd her. QUEEN. and she. I say. wing'd with fervour of her love. my lord. To be reveng'd upon her. Re-enter CLOTEN How now. heavens. she's a lady So tender of rebukes that words are strokes. Please you. and my end Can make good use of either. follow the King. I have not seen these two days. Since the exile of Posthumus. Royal sir. And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady. my son? CLOTEN. CYMBELINE. He rages. I have the placing of the British crown. CLOTEN. nay. I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that. Go in and cheer the King. for he believes It is a thing most precious. Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity She should that duty leave unpaid to you Which daily she was bound to proffer. She being down. She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close. Forbear sharp speeches to her. Exit CLOTEN Pisanio. sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? MESSENGER. But for her. and in that point I will conclude to hate her. and there's no answer That will be given to th' loud of noise we make. ladies. Outsells them all. that which I fear Prove false! Exit QUEEN. I love and hate her. Go. thou that stand'st so for Posthumus! He hath a drug of mine. 'Tis time must do.QUEEN. For when fools ShallEnter PISANIO . sir. look after. Or. May This night forestall him of the coming day! Exit CLOTEN. but Disdaining me and throwing favours on The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment That what's else rare is chok'd. Son. Beseech your Majesty. This She wish'd me to make known. of all compounded. she's flown To her desir'd Posthumus. I love her therefore. when last I went to visit her. none Dare come about him. Pisanio. most retir'd Hath her life been. Where is she. My lord.

is this letter true? PISANIO.Who is here? What. CLOTEN. to perform it directly and truly. are you packing. O my all-worthy lord! CLOTEN. undergo those employments wherein I should have cause to use thee with a serious industry. Exit . the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. but do me true service. if thou wouldst not be a villain. Well. PISANIO. O good my lord! CLOTEN. CLOTEN. in the course of gratitude. Let's see't. Sir. I will. PISANIO. PISANIO. CLOTEN. Safe mayst thou wander. Wilt thou serve me? PISANIO. CLOTEN. I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne. sirrah? Come hither. PISANIO. PISANIO. or rip Thy heart to find it. what villainy soe'er I bid thee do. Let it be thy first service. my lord. At the next word. Ah. Humh! PISANIO. but be a diligent follower of mine. How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? He is in Rome. Where is thy lady? or. Sirrah. [Aside] Or this or perish. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus. my lord. I'll have this secret from thy heart. Is she with Posthumus? From whose so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be drawn. Sir. here's my purse. or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death. I have. Alas. PISANIO. All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is at once. [Presenting a letter] CLOTEN. She's far enough. you precious pander! Villain. This paper is the history of my knowledge Touching her flight. by JupiterI will not ask again. [Aside] I'll write to my lord she's dead. The first service thou dost me. O Imogen. sir? Come nearer. as I think. PISANIO. my lord. my good lord. Where is she.that is. Where is thy lady? In a word. sir. at my lodging. I know't. and what he learns by this May prove his travel. CLOTEN. Give me thy hand. Close villain. Sirrah. Then. fetch that suit hither. go. or else Thou art straightway with the fiends. thou shouldst neither want my means for thy relief nor my voice for thy preferment.I would think thee an honest man. CLOTEN. not her danger. safe return again! CLOTEN. No more of 'worthy lord'! Speak. I shall. It is Posthumus' hand. No farther halting! Satisfy me home What is become of her. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? PISANIO. thou canst not.

With that suit upon my back will I ravish her. When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee. Two beggars told me I could not miss my way. first kill him. 'tis some savage hold. Thou wast within a ken. Milford. which I will never be. I were best not call. She hath despis'd me rejoicingly. To Milford go. Meet thee at Milford Haven! I forgot to ask him one thing. no wonder. Ho! who's here? If anything that's civil. There shall she see my valour. You heavenly blessings. Where they should be reliev'd. that is the second thing that I have commanded thee. and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. She can scarce be there yet. Ay. Will poor folks lie. To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need. and be true. in boy's clothes IMOGEN. my noble lord. O Jove! I think Foundations fly the wretched. CLOTEN. speak. I was At point to sink for food. hardness ever Of hardiness is mother. together with the adornment of my qualities. I see a man's life is a tedious one. Wales. I would these garments were come. Plenty and peace breeds cowards. And find not her whom thou pursuest. but even before. my speech of insultment ended on his dead body. will I kill thee. The third is that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. if savage. preferment shall tender itself to thee. makes it valiant. He on the ground. I dare not call. flow. That have afflictions on them. . I'll remember't anon.that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person. to vex her I will execute in the clothes that she so prais'd. foot her home again. When rich ones scarce tell true.to the court I'll knock her back. knowing 'tis A punishment or trial? Yes. would I had wings to follow it! Come. My revenge is now at Milford.CLOTEN. I have tir'd myself. for true to thee Were to prove false. But what is this? Here is a path to't. Even there. Bring this apparel to my chamber. and in her eyes. She said upon a time. and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. which will then be a torment to her contempt. as I say. with the clothes Be those the garments? PISANIO. Exit PISANIO. My dear lord! Thou art one o' th' false ones. Yet famine. such. Re-enter PISANIO. and I'll be merry in my revenge. Thou bid'st me to my loss. I mean. thou villain Posthumus. Ere clean it o'erthrow nature. I should be sick But that my resolution helps me. Before the cave of BELARIUS Enter IMOGEN alone. on her! This fool's speed Be cross'd with slowness! Labour be his meed! Exit SCENE VI. Be but duteous and true. Flow. To him that is most true. CLOTEN. and when my lust hath dinedwhich. Now I think on thee My hunger's gone.the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart. How long is't since she went to Milford Haven? PISANIO.

ARVIRAGUS. and thanks to stay and eat it. There is cold meat i' th' cave. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt. Were you a woman. Before I enter'd here I call'd. Cadwal and I Will play the cook and servant. GUIDERIUS. I am thoroughly weary. nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. so soon As I had made my meal. You. I would have left it on the board. BELARIUS. like me. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter. IMOGEN. if not.Take or lend. Know. I am weak with toil. Whither bound? IMOGEN. As 'tis no better reckon'd but of those Who worship dirty gods. and ARVIRAGUS BELARIUS. To whom being going. when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. I should woo hard but be your groom. fair youth. GUIDERIUS. An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No elder than a boy! Re-enter IMOGEN IMOGEN. I have a kinsman who Is bound for Italy. [Looking into the cave] Stay. and parted With pray'rs for the provider. GUIDERIUS. What's your name? IMOGEN. and thought To have begg'd or bought what I have took. Good masters. Come. our stomachs Will make what's homely savoury. weariness Can snore upon the flint. Best draw my sword. Poor house. GUIDERIUS. I should think Here were a fairy. he embark'd at Milford. I have stol'n nought. I should Have died had I not made it. youth. The sweat of industry would dry and die But for the end it works to. Fidele. 'tis our match. you shall have better cheer Ere you depart. and if mine enemy But fear the sword. bid him welcome. if you kill me for my fault. Well encounter'd! 'Tis almost night. What's the matter. GUIDERIUS. sir? BELARIUS. But that it eats our victuals. sir. youth? ARVIRAGUS. good heavens! Exit into the cave Enter BELARIUS. peace be here. Think us no churls. that keep'st thyself! GUIDERIUS. I am fall'n in this offence. almost spent with hunger. Good troth. nor would not though I had found Gold strew'd i' th' floor. Polydore. Now. BELARIUS. Here's money for my meat. In honesty . Such a foe. BELARIUS. he'll scarcely look on't. By Jupiter. Money. have prov'd best woodman and Are master of the feast. we'll browse on that Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Boys. yet strong in appetite.. harm me not. To Milford Haven. I see you're angry. BELARIUS. Prithee. an angel! or. come not in.

IMOGEN. He wrings at some distress. I'll make't my comfort He is a man. I'll love him as my brother. ARVIRAGUS. what danger! Gods! BELARIUS. and so more equal ballasting To thee. We will discharge our duty. So far as thou wilt speak it. And such a welcome as I'd give to him After long absence. GUIDERIUS. Remaining now in Gallia? FIRST SENATOR. IMOGEN. If brothers. he commands His absolute commission. come in. whereunto your levy Must be supplyant. And that the legions now in Gallia are Full weak to undertake our wars against The fall'n-off Britons. Most welcome! Be sprightly. I pray draw near. Or I. and to you. TRIBUNE. [Aside] Great men. for you fall 'mongst friends. Pray draw near. Posthumus. For this immediate levy. ARVIRAGUS. A public place Enter two ROMAN SENATORS and TRIBUNES FIRST SENATOR. Exeunt SCENE VII. we'll go dress our hunt. and had the virtue Which their own conscience seal'd them. IMOGEN. TRIBUNE. that we do incite The gentry to this business. . Since Leonatus' false. BELARIUS. SCENE I. Could not out-peer these twain. The words of your commission Will tie you to the numbers and the time Of their dispatch. Fair youth. With those legions Which I have spoke of. Is Lucius general of the forces? SECOND SENATOR. Ay. It shall be so. Boys. such is yours. Pardon me. Exeunt ACT IV. Long live Caesar! TRIBUNE. BELARIUS. Rome. That did attend themselves. sir. [Whispering] Hark. [Aside] Would it had been so that they Had been my father's sons! Then had my prize Been less. when we have supp'd. This is the tenour of the Emperor's writ: That since the common men are now in action 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians. What pain it cost. gods! I'd change my sex to be companion with them. He creates Lucius proconsul. ARVIRAGUS. fasting. Discourse is heavy. The night to th' owl and morn to th' lark less welcome. Thanks. boys. laying by That nothing-gift of differing multitudes. 'Mongst friends. GUIDERIUS. whate'er it be. We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story. Would I could free't! ARVIRAGUS.I bid for you as I'd buy. the tribunes. That had a court no bigger than this cave.

GUIDERIUS. [To IMOGEN] You are not well. What? how? how? ARVIRAGUS. put them into my hand. leave me. Near the cave of BELARIUS Enter CLOTEN alone CLOTEN. sword. I love thee. I yoke me In my good brother's fault. IMOGEN. Are we not brothers? IMOGEN. thy mistress enforced. Since I can reason of it. thy head. How much the quantity. Therein I must play the workman. having power of his testiness. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress. Pray you trust me here. [Aside] O noble strain! O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! . from the cave. The bier at door. And a demand who is't shall die. I am very sick. I am ill. Stick to your journal course. and to a sore purpose! Fortune. Whose dust is both alike. ARVIRAGUS. I am not very sick. ARVIRAGUS. but my mother. I'd say 'My father. and I have heard you say Love's reason's without reason. This is the very description of their meeting-place. above him in birth. We'll come to you after hunting.for 'tis said a woman's fitness comes by fits.I mean. but your being by me Cannot amend me. I have spoke it. BELARIUS. But not so citizen a wanton as To seem to die ere sick. stay here. and all this done. sir. Yet this imperceiverant thing loves him in my despite. Out. beyond him in the advantage of the time. I am near to th' place where they should meet. for it is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber. But clay and clay differs in dignity. and let me die. Wales. and more remarkable in single oppositions. GUIDERIUS. The breach of custom Is breach of all.Wales. So sick I am not. shall within this hour be off. I dare speak it to myself. [To IMOGEN] Brother. not this youth. if Pisanio have mapp'd it truly. and IMOGEN BELARIUS. shall turn all into my commendations. who was made by him that made the tailor. be a little angry for my so rough usage. My horse is tied up safe. society is no comfort To one not sociable. haply. which now is growing upon thy shoulders. not beneath him in fortunes. I'll abide with him. Before the cave of BELARIUS Enter. who may. BELARIUS. the lines of my body are as well drawn as his. yet I am not well. no less young.saving reverence of the word. I'll rob none but myself. alike conversant in general services. I know not why I love this youth. Exit SCENE II. So man and man should be. more strong. Stealing so poorly. spurn her home to her father. Remain here in the cave. and the fellow dares not deceive me. If it be sin to say so.' BELARIUS. the weight as much As I do love my father. Go you to hunting. not be fit too? The rather. GUIDERIUS. thy garments cut to pieces before her face. What mortality is! Posthumus. So please you.

'Tis the ninth hour o' th' morn. sir. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters. BELARIUS. away! Who's there? Enter CLOTEN CLOTEN. Pisanio. BELARIUS. Brother. I saw him not these many years. lov'd before me. O. [To BELARIUS] So please you. And shalt be ever. but yet honest. [Swallows some] GUIDERIUS. I could not stir him. ARVIRAGUS. I'm not their father. We'll not be long away. Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. howe'er distress'd. heart-sick. untwine His perishing root with the increasing vine! BELARIUS. I do note That grief and patience. GUIDERIUS. Experience. contempt and grace. IMOGEN. Hence! . ARVIRAGUS. I cannot find those runagates. BELARIUS. rooted in him both. ARVIRAGUS. and yet I know 'tis he. Go in and rest. as if the sigh Was that it was for not being such a smile. [Aside] These are kind creatures. that villain Hath mock'd me. He said he was gentle. Gods. ARVIRAGUS. Those runagates? Means he not us? I partly know him. thou disprov'st report! Th' imperious seas breed monsters. the son o' th' Queen. ARVIRAGUS. Nature hath meal and bran. what lies I have heard! Our courtiers say all's savage but at court. Dishonestly afflicted. yet who this should be Doth miracle itself. or ill. BELARIUS. Grow patience! And let the stinking elder. Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh. I fear some ambush. Mingle their spurs together. For you must be our huswife. but unfortunate.Cowards father cowards and base things sire base. appears he hath had Good ancestors. I am bound to you. To th' field. for the dish. Exit IMOGEN into the cave This youth. Come. grief. We are held as outlaws. ARVIRAGUS. IMOGEN. ARVIRAGUS. IMOGEN. yet said hereafter I might know more. farewell. How angel-like he sings! GUIDERIUS. Your health. I am sick still. And sauc'd our broths as Juno had been sick. The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly From so divine a temple to commix With winds that sailors rail at. It is great morning. Well. I am faint. I'll now taste of thy drug. Pray be not sick. Thus did he answer me. 'tis Cloten. And he her dieter. to th' field! We'll leave you for this time. I wish ye sport.

I grant. I'll follow those that even now fled hence. then. Pray you away. Who is thy grandfather. Which. When I have slain thee with my proper hand. . Thou art a robber. sure. for I wear not My dagger in my mouth. you did mistake him. I am loath to beat thee. ARVIRAGUS. GUIDERIUS. he made those clothes. Were it toad. Die the death. I'm sorry for't. Exeunt. I am absolute 'Twas very Cloten. To who? To thee? What art thou? Have not I An arm as big as thine. not fear them. GUIDERIUS. you and my brother search What companies are near. Hence. Hear but my name. In this place we left them. Know'st me not by my clothes? GUIDERIUS. What's thy name? CLOTEN. not seeming So worthy as thy birth. What slave art thou? GUIDERIUS. GUIDERIUS. nor thy tailor. I cannot tell. CLOTEN. A law-breaker. 'Twould move me sooner. be thy name. thou villain. Let me alone with him. long is it since I saw him. CLOTEN. CLOTEN. BELARIUS. No company's abroad. spider. And burst of speaking. Thou precious varlet. I wish my brother make good time with him. to thy mere confusion. as it seems. To thy further fear. CLOTEN. Thou art some fool.the wise: At fools I laugh. A thing More slavish did I ne'er than answering 'A slave' without a knock. Cloten. But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour Which then he wore.GUIDERIUS. And on the gates of Lud's Town set your heads. the snatches in his voice. Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS CLOTEN. Yield thee. CLOTEN. Why I should yield to thee. were as his. Yield. thou shalt know I am son to th' Queen. Cloten. Art not afeard? GUIDERIUS. rascal. No. Nay. GUIDERIUS. CLOTEN. thief. Those that I reverence. thou double villain. Thou villain base. ARVIRAGUS. GUIDERIUS. are bigger. I cannot tremble at it. CLOTEN. and tremble. He is but one. a villain. or adder. and thank The man that gave them thee. Say what thou art. Soft! What are you That fly me thus? Some villain mountaineers? I have heard of such. rustic mountaineer. those I fear. None in the world. My tailor made them not. fighting Re-enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS BELARIUS. make thee. Thou injurious thief. a heart as big? Thy words.

I fear'twill be reveng'd. Play judge and executioner all himself.they grow. I have ta'en His head from him. see. for he had none. Then on good ground we fear. Which he did wave against my throat. I had no mind To hunt this day. BELARIUS. Cloten. then why should we be tender To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us. There was no money in't. That's all I reck. our lives? The law Protects not us. he had not apprehension Or roaring terrors. for defect of judgment Is oft the cease of fear. I am perfect what: cut off one Cloten's head. Who call'd me traitor. No single soul Can we set eye on. And set them on Lud's Town. Son to the Queen. ARVIRAGUS. BELARIUS. My brother hath done well. For we do fear the law? What company Discover you abroad? BELARIUS. are outlaws. Re-enter GUIDERIUS with CLOTEN'S head But. Being scarce made up.the which he hearing. As it is like him. but in an safe reason He must have some attendants. the fool had borne My head as I do his. either he so undertaking Or they so suffering. . an empty purse. Let ordinance Come as the gods foresay it. and swore With his own single hand he'd take us in. We are all undone. might break out and swear He'd fetch us in. With his own sword. This Cloten was a fool. yet is't not probable To come alone. GUIDERIUS.ay. Howsoe'er. I'll throw't into the creek Behind our rock.thank the gods!. and let it to the sea And tell the fishes he's the Queen's son. Not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains. What hast thou done? GUIDERIUS. and that From one bad thing to worse. Yet I not doing this. the boy Fidele's sickness Did make my way long forth. Exit BELARIUS. worthy father.not frenzy. after his own report. BELARIUS. To bring him here alone. hunt here. Although perhaps It may be heard at court that such as we Cave here. mountaineer. GUIDERIUS.You say he is so fell. If we do fear this body hath a tail More perilous than the head. not Absolute madness could so far have rav'd. Though his humour Was nothing but mutation. Why. Displace our heads where. GUIDERIUS. I mean to man. what have we to lose But that he swore to take. and in time May make some stronger head. BELARIUS. thy brother.

In embassy to his mother. valour That wildly grows in them. Poor sick Fidele! I'll willingly to him. honour untaught. The bird is dead That we have made so much on. would seek us through. Look. We'll hunt no more to-day. And praise myself for charity. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream. but envy much Thou hast robb'd me of this deed.Would. ARVIRAGUS. Civility not seen from other. Polydore. O thou goddess. I had rather . ARVIRAGUS. But what occasion Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! GUIDERIUS. Is Cadwal mad? Re-enter ARVIRAGUS. Exit BELARIUS. 'tis done. Not wagging his sweet head. Their royal blood enchaf'd. here he comes. I'll stay Till hasty Polydore return. to gain his colour I'd let a parish of such Cloten's blood. and bring him To dinner presently. Is he at home? BELARIUS. I prithee to our rock. Well. Polydore. Thou divine Nature. thou hadst not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough. thou thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet. bearing her in his arms BELARIUS. and yet as rough. [Solemn music] BELARIUS. Re-enter GUIDERIUS GUIDERIUS. The matter? Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. it sounds. but yields a crop As if it had been sow'd. as the rud'st wind That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to th' vale. Or what his death will bring us. I would revenges. with IMOGEN as dead. What does he mean? Since death of my dear'st mother It did not speak before. You and Fidele play the cooks. So the revenge alone pursu'd me! Polydore. nor seek for danger Where there's no profit. BELARIUS. That possible strength might meet. I love thee brotherly. Yet still it's strange What Cloten's being here to us portends. He went hence even now. GUIDERIUS. And put us to our answer. Would I had done't. My ingenious instrument! Hark. his body's hostage For his return. And brings the dire occasion in his arms Of what we blame him for! ARVIRAGUS. 'Tis wonder That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd. All solemn things Should answer solemn accidents.

O bill. sore shaming Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie Without a monument!. when flow'rs are none. ARVIRAGUS. med'cine the less. but I. And worms will not come to thee. BELARIUS. nor The azur'd hare-bell. whom not to slander. like thy veins. By good Euriphile. Than have seen this. Where? ARVIRAGUS. For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse Than priests and fanes that lie. Fidele. Out-sweet'ned not thy breath. Thou diedst. his right cheek Reposing on a cushion. as you see. as some fly had tickled slumber. a most rare boy. he but sleeps. I see. O sweetest. BELARIUS. And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. nor The leaf of eglantine. sing him to th' ground. With charitable bill. and word it with thee. use like note and words. then. I'll weep. and put My clouted brogues from off my feet. To winter-ground thy corseGUIDERIUS. and furr'd moss besides. fairest lily! My brother wears thee not the one half so well As when thou grew'st thyself. no. O' th' floor.Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty. of melancholy. GUIDERIUS. GUIDERIUS. Not as death's dart. I thought he slept. If he be gone he'll make his grave a bed. To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch. The ruddock would. Thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face. pale primrose. Polydore. Thus smiling. for Cloten . Stark. O melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might'st easiliest harbour in? Thou blessed thing! Jove knows what man thou mightst have made. I'll sweeten thy sad grave. though now our voices Have got the mannish crack. where shall's lay him? GUIDERIUS. ARVIRAGUS. whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud. As once to our mother. And let us. our mother. ARVIRAGUS. Great griefs. being laugh'd at. Let us bury him. Be't so. ARVIRAGUS. And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt. How found you him? ARVIRAGUS. With female fairies will his tomb be haunted. Say. To th' grave. I cannot sing. His arms thus leagu'd. Cadwal. With fairest flowers. Yea. GUIDERIUS. GUIDERIUS. Why.bring thee all this. Whilst summer lasts and I live here. We'll speak it. Prithee have done.

Ghost unlaid forbear thee! ARVIRAGUS. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan. [Awaking] Yes. as being our foe. The sceptre. SONG GUIDERIUS. learning. Exeunt all but IMOGEN IMOGEN. Nor no witchcraft charm thee! GUIDERIUS. sir. Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winter's rages. boys. and remove him. ARVIRAGUS. Fear no more the frown o' th' great. Pray you fetch him hither. Upon their faces. GUIDERIUS. ARVIRAGUS. we must lay his head to th' East. Fear not slander.doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. ARVIRAGUS. You were as flow'rs. BELARIUS. Fear no more the lightning flash. And though he came our enemy. Here's a few flowers.Is quite forgot. Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. BOTH. Quiet consummation have. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax'. and ta'en thy wages. Care no more to clothe and eat. GUIDERIUS. but 'bout midnight. When neither are alive. So. begin. Even so These herblets shall which we upon you strew. And renowned be thy grave! Re-enter BELARIUS with the body of CLOTEN GUIDERIUS. come to dust. Thou thy worldly task hast done. If you'll go fetch him. Come on. then. censure rash. Though mean and mighty rotting Together have one dust. To thee the reed is as the oak. physic. As chimney-sweepers. Their pleasures here are past. Nay. Come on. Golden lads and girls all must. Apart upon our knees. GUIDERIUS. No exorciser harm thee! ARVIRAGUS. Nothing ill come near thee! BOTH. Exit BELARIUS GUIDERIUS. more. Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone. GUIDERIUS. lay him down. Our foe was princely. away. now wither'd. All lovers young. remember He was paid for that. And though you took his life. 'Tis true. Begin. Yet bury him as a prince. Cadwal. must All follow this and come to dust. ARVIRAGUS. We'll say our song the whilst. Home art gone. yet reverenceThat angel of the world. He was a queen's son. The herbs that have on them cold dew o' th' night Are strewings fit'st for graves. The ground that gave them first has them again. Brother. My father hath a reason for't. ARVIRAGUS. GUIDERIUS. to Milford Haven. Come. ARVIRAGUS. so is their pain. We have done our obsequies. all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust. Which is the way? .

To write and read Be henceforth treacherous! Damn'd Pisanio Hath with his forged letters. And cook to honest creatures. Sienna's brother. O. I hope I dream. and Cloten. Conspir'd with that irregulous devil. And left this head on. They are in readiness. as within me. fear'd gods. this is his hand. and a SOOTHSAYER CAPTAIN. I tremble still with fear. not imagin'd. The brawns of Hercules. For so I thought I was a cave-keeper. but if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye. pregnant! The drug he gave me. That we the horrider may seem to those Which chance to find us. most willing spirits. malice and lucre in them Have laid this woe here. the care on't. felt. LUCIUS. Cloten. my lord. blind. his Martial thigh. The Senate hath stirr'd up the confiners And gentlemen of Italy. with your ships. Even when I wake it is Without me. But what from Rome? CAPTAIN. Pisanio. That promise noble service. soft! no bedfellow. 'tis pregnant. how far thither? 'Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet? I have gone all night. But. Which the brain makes of fumes. O. And mine to boot.damn'd PisanioFrom this most bravest vessel of the world Struck the main-top. my lord! [Falls fainting on the body] Enter LUCIUS. LUCIUS. How should this be? Pisanio? 'Tis he and Cloten. CAPTAINS. a part of it! The dream's here still. Faith. By yond bush? Pray. O gods and goddesses! [Seeing the body] These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world.I thank you. 'Twas but a bolt of nothing. When expect you them? CAPTAIN. have cross'd the sea. Hath here cut off my lord. This is Pisanio's deed. I'll lie down and sleep. shot at nothing. Good faith. His foot Mercurial. be darted on thee! Thou. Our very eyes Are sometimes. and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo. like our judgments. which he said was precious And cordial to me. have I not found it Murd'rous to th' senses? That confirms it home. O Posthumus! alas. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia. With the next benefit o' th' wind. Where is thy head? Where's that? Ay me! where's that? Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart. All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks. But 'tis not so. attending You here at Milford Haven. After your will. . but his Jovial faceMurder in heaven! How! 'Tis gone. This bloody man. O! Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood. A headless man? The garments of Posthumus? I know the shape of's leg.

He'll then instruct us of this body. IMOGEN. The Roman Emperor's letters. . or if not. Soft.Say you. How? a page? Or dead or sleeping on him? But dead. Fidele.thus: I saw Jove's bird. or sleep upon the dead. I am nothing.LUCIUS. Command our present numbers Be muster'd. sir? LUCIUS. good friend. But first. otherwise than noble nature did. [Aside] If I do lie. Dream often so. for it seems They crave to be demanded. That here by mountaineers lies slain. I'll follow. I'll weep and sigh. sir. Last night the very gods show'd me a visionI fast and pray'd for their intelligence. but. IMOGEN. my lord. all good. thy faith thy name. Inform us of thy fortunes. twice o'er. This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Go with me. Thy name? IMOGEN. LUCIUS. Thou dost approve thyself the very same. What have you dream'd of late of this war's purpose? SOOTHSAYER. Nothing to be were better. as deep As these poor pickaxes can dig. be sure. LUCIUS. Such as I can. Who is this Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he That. Unless my sins abuse my divination. He's alive. For nature doth abhor to make his bed With the defunct. good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining than Thy master in bleeding. No less belov'd. never Find such another master. Thy name well fits thy faith. Now. which portends. Try many. sir. ho! what trunk is here Without his top? The ruin speaks that sometime It was a worthy building. This was my master. serve truly. CAPTAIN. bid the captains look to't. Richard du Champ. A very valiant Briton and a good. And never false. 'Lack. I may wander From east to occident. sir. Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest In this sad wreck? How came't? Who is't? What art thou? IMOGEN. and do No harm by it. rather. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say Thou shalt be so well master'd. an't please the gods. Say his name. LUCIUS. wing'd From the spongy south to this part of the west.. and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave. though the gods hear. Let's see the boy's face. There vanish'd in the sunbeams. And on it said a century of prayers. Sent by a consul to me. LUCIUS. the Roman eagle. I hope They'll pardon it. should not sooner Than thine own worth prefer thee. I'll hide my master from the flies. Success to th' Roman host. cry out for service. Alas! There is no more such masters. Young one.

I dare be bound he's true and shall perform All parts of his subjection loyally. CYMBELINE. fellow. Heavens. It strikes me past The hope of comfort. I humbly set it at your will. Come. LORDS. A madness. good youth. For Cloten. Good my liege. The Roman legions. Exeunt SCENE III. So please you entertain me.And leaving so his service. wipe thine eyes. Let's withdraw. Who needs must know of her departure and Dost seem so ignorant. Good my liege. gone. The want is but to put those pow'rs in motion That long to move. LUCIUS. Are landed on your coast. we'll enforce it from thee By a sharp torture. And meet the time as it seeks us. Beseech your Highness. The time is troublesome. and he shall be interr'd As soldiers can. But for thee. PISANIO. How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen. And rather father thee than master thee. he is preferr'd By thee to us. CYMBELINE. Some falls are means the happier to arise. and in a time When fearful wars point at me. [To PISANIO] We'll slip you for a season. and attendants CYMBELINE. CYMBELINE'S palace Enter CYMBELINE. PISANIO. but our jealousy Does yet depend. The day that she was missing he was here. Be cheerful. There wants no diligence in seeking him. And make him with our pikes and partisans A grave. arm him. Now for the counsel of my son and queen! I am amaz'd with matter. CYMBELINE. of which her life's in danger. And will no doubt be found. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us. Exit an attendant A fever with the absence of her son. I nothing know where she remains. I thank you. Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of. The boy hath taught us manly duties. her son gone. my life is yours. Nor when she purposes return. LORD. let us Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can. follow you. but for my mistress. Britain. Again! and bring me word how 'tis with her. Come more. LORD. but . So please your Majesty. for more you're ready. My friends. with a supply Of Roman gentlemen by the Senate sent. LORD. So needful for this present. Hold me your loyal servant. Ay. my queen Upon a desperate bed. Boy. all from Gallia drawn. The great part of my comfort. why gone. Sir.

what hope Have we in hiding us? This way the Romans Must or for Britons slay us. besides. What pleasure. I heard no letter from my master since I wrote him Imogen was slain. To know from whence we are. to th' army. Many years. Nay. Newness Of Cloten's death. Let us from it. ARVIRAGUS. Wales. Pray. These present wars shall find I love my country. the King Hath not deserv'd my service nor your loves. Cannot be questioned. have both their eyes And ears so cloy'd importantly as now. or I'll fall in them. Away! Exeunt all but PISANIO PISANIO. by time let them be clear'd: Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd. Better to cease to be. not muster'd Among the bands-may drive us to a render Where we have liv'd. to lock it From action and adventure? GUIDERIUS. And. But to be still hot summer's tanlings and The shrinking slaves of winter. Exit SCENE IV. Drawn on with torture. I and my brother are not known.we being not known. Behold their quarter'd fires. ARVIRAGUS. not true. I am known Of many in the army. to be true. The certainty of this hard life. All other doubts. sir. and slay us after. sir. who did promise To yield me often tidings. or receive us For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their use. GUIDERIUS. Though Cloten then but young. a doubt In such a time nothing becoming you Nor satisfying us. yourself So out of thought. To the King's party there's no going. Neither know What is betid to Cloten. Nor hear I from my mistress. there secure us. Before the cave of BELARIUS Enter BELARIUS. Who find in my exile the want of breeding. BELARIUS. find we in life. We'll higher to the mountains. It is not likely That when they hear the Roman horses neigh. This is. whose answer would be death. O. Even to the note o' th' King. you see. aye hopeless To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd. The heavens still must work. 'Tis strange. Wherein I am false I am honest.We grieve at chances here. BELARIUS. not wore him From my remembrance. Sons. BELARIUS. and so extort from's that Which we have done. That they will waste their time upon our note. but remain Perplex'd in all. . GUIDERIUS. and thereto so o'ergrown. The noise is round about us. Than be so. sir. and ARVIRAGUS GUIDERIUS. GUIDERIUS.

bloody cloth. sir. each elder worse. and venison! Never bestrid a horse. By this sun that shines. Britain. So say I. should reserve My crack'd one to more care. since of your lives you set So slight a valuation. [Aside] The time seems long. I'll thither. to the doer's thrift. and to fight Against my lady's kingdom. save one that had A rider like myself. The hazard therefore due fall on me by The hands of Romans! ARVIRAGUS. You snatch some hence for little faults. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. but if you will not. lads. GUIDERIUS. Therefore. Amen. Lead. to have The benefit of his blest beams. By heavens. Gods! if you Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults.. SCENE I. And make them dread it. and there I'll lie. who ne'er wore rowel Nor iron on his heel! I am asham'd To look upon the holy sun. so had you saved The noble Imogen to repent. Hear patiently my purpose. and give me leave. for I wish'd Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. But alack. remaining So long a poor unknown. wretch more worth your vengeance. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. Yea. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. I'll take the better care. I never Had liv'd to put on this. 'Tis enough That. boys! If in your country wars you chance to die. I'll keep thee. good heavens. BELARIUS. What thing is't that I never Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood But that of coward hares.>> ACT V. You married ones. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. You some permit To second ills with ills. But Imogen is your own. If each of you should take this course. lead. Have with you. peace! I'll give no wound to thee. I have kill'd thy mistress. Exeunt <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. The Roman camp Enter POSTHUMUS alone. with a bloody handkerchief POSTHUMUS. Britain. their blood thinks scorn Till it fly out and show them princes born. I am brought hither Among th' Italian gentry. and struck Me.ARVIRAGUS. To have them fall no more. No reason I. hot goats. That is my bed too. Do your best wills. how many Must murder wives much better than themselves For wrying but a little! O Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands. And make me blest to obey. INC. I'll go! If you will bless me. No bond but to do just ones. I'll disrobe me . that's love.

A field of battle between the British and Roman camps Enter LUCIUS. the odds Is that we scarce are men. come from the fliers. and the air on't Revengingly enfeebles me. For friends kill friends. Let me make men know More valour in me than my habits show. And thus unknown. even for whom my life Is every breath a death. Away. Stand. Gods.Of these Italian weeds. have subdu'd me In my profession? Knighthoods and honours borne As I wear mine are titles but of scorn. Stand. CYMBELINE is taken.less without and more within. LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following like a poor soldier. Another part of the field Enter POSTHUMUS and a Britain LORD LORD. the BRITONS fly. or could this carl. The King himself Of his wings destitute. Alarums. I have belied a lady. But that the heavens fought. Lolling the tongue with slaught'ring. and suit myself As does a Britain peasant. and you are gods. and exeunt. put the strength o' th' Leonati in me! To shame the guise o' th' world. and seconds the Britons. No blame be to you. with IMOGEN LUCIUS. sir. 'Tis their fresh supplies. I did: Though you. and ARVIRAGUS BELARIUS. LORD. and the Roman army at one door. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand? POSTHUMUS. and fight! Re-enter POSTHUMUS. I will begin The fashion. Or betimes Let's reinforce or fly. from the troops. to the face of peril Myself I'll dedicate. nothing routs us but The villainy of our fears. IACHIMO. IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS. they rescue CYMBELINE. Exeunt SCENE III. A very drudge of nature's. Then enter to his rescue BELARIUS. It is a day turn'd strangely. Pitied nor hated. GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. I did. Through a strait lane. so I'll die For thee. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood. POSTHUMUS. in skirmish. Exit SCENE II. Britain. stand. LUCIUS. go before This lout as he exceeds our lords. So I'll fight Against the part I come with. and save thyself. He vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO. And but the backs of Britons seen. boy. The lane is guarded. They march over and go out. GUIDERIUS. Then enter again. for all was lost. and the British army at another. Britain. Exit The battle continues. the army broken. O Imogen. IACHIMO. The Princess of this country. an flying. it seems.the enemy. full-hearted. If that thy gentry. Then re-enter LUCIUS and IACHIMO. having work . and the disorder's such As war were hoodwink'd. stand! We have th' advantage of the ground. and then leaves him IACHIMO.

Preserv'd the Britons. Part shame. gilded pale looks. some falling Merely through fear. which you shun beastly. And vent it for a mock'ry? Here is one: 'Two boys. This was strange chance: A narrow lane. Having found the back-door open Of the unguarded hearts. and now our cowards. Nay. Ten chas'd by one Are now each one the slaughterman of twenty. Where was this lane? POSTHUMUS. Then began A stop i' th' chaser. was the Romans' bane. Chickens. or rather fairer Than those for preservation cas'd or shameMade good the passage. how they wound! Some slain before. which could have turn'd A distaff to a lance. part spirit renew'd. POSTHUMUS. not our men. a retire. LORD. Like beasts. For if he'll do as he is made to do. some dying. Which gave advantage to an ancient soldierAn honest one. that some turn'd coward But by example. you are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any. In doing this for's country. some their friends O'erborne i' th' former wave. Will you rhyme upon't. To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards! Stand. ditch'd. anon A rout. slaves. stand!' Accommodated by the place. Or we are Romans and will give you that. the way which they stoop'd eagles. an old man (twice a boy).O. . 'Lack. Like fragments in hard voyages. and wall'd with turf. some slightly touch'd. I warrant. sir. who deserv'd So long a breeding as his white beard came to. The strides they victors made. an old man. became The life o' th' need. more charming With their own nobleness. heavens. Athwart the lane He.' LORD. do not wonder at it. Stand. a sin in war Damn'd in the first beginners!. POSTHUMUS. to what end? Who dares not stand his foe I'll be his friend. be not angry. confusion thick. in act as manyFor three performers are the file when all The rest do nothing. a lane. cried to those that fled 'Our Britain's harts die flying. stand!' These three. Forthwith they fly. Close by the battle. and cowards living To die with length'ned shame. LORD.lads more like to run The country base than to commit such slaughter. that the strait pass was damm'd With dead men hurt behind.with this word 'Stand. With faces fit for masks. Nay. struck down Some mortally. Those that would die or ere resist are grown The mortal bugs o' th' field. with two striplings.gan to look The way that they did and to grin like lions Upon the pikes o' th' hunters. and may save But to look back in frown. Three thousand confident.More plentiful than tools to do't. and two boys.

my ransom's death. a dog! A leg of Rome shall not return to tell What crows have peck'd them here. Could not find death where I did hear him groan. So graze as you find pasture. you have locks upon you. There was a fourth man. in mine own woe charm'd. SECOND CAPTAIN. Still going? This is a lord! O noble misery. great the answer be Britons must take. FIRST CAPTAIN. Exeunt omnes SCENE IV. and Roman captives. For being now a favourer to the Briton. You shall not now be stol'n. to liberty. Enter CYMBELINE. He brags his service. thou art fetter'd More than my shanks and wrists. PISANIO. Exeunt GAOLERS POSTHUMUS. Lay hands on him. Ay. Yet am I better Than one that's sick o' th' gout. BELARIUS. since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity than be cur'd By th' sure physician death. or hath moe ministers than we That draw his knives i' th' war. But end it by some means for Imogen. who delivers him over to a gaoler. SECOND CAPTAIN. Sweet words. Enter two BRITISH CAPTAINS and soldiers FIRST CAPTAIN. So 'tis reported. Bring him to th' King. The CAPTAINS present POSTHUMUS to CYMBELINE. soft beds. Who had not now been drooping here if seconds Had answer'd him. Most welcome. I have resum'd again The part I came in. GUIDERIUS. Farewell. Then. But yield me to the veriest hind that shall Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is Here made by th' Roman. you're angry. I will find him. No more a Briton. A prison Enter POSTHUMUS and two GAOLERS FIRST GAOLER. who is the key T' unbar these locks. . Exit POSTHUMUS. On either side I come to spend my breath. Fight I will no more. My conscience. Stand! who's there? POSTHUMUS. or a stomach.I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too. You have put me into rhyme. But none of 'em can be found. Nor feel him where he struck. To be i' th' field and ask 'What news?' of me! To-day how many would have given their honours To have sav'd their carcasses! took heel to do't. As if he were of note. Britain. LORD. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is taken. bondage! for thou art a way. That gave th' affront with them. in a silly habit. give me The penitent instrument to pick that bolt. And yet died too! I. Being an ugly monster. Well. SECOND GAOLER. For me. A Roman. 'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups. free for ever! Is't enough I am sorry? So children temporal fathers do appease. 'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels. ARVIRAGUS. I think. you good gods. Which neither here I'll keep nor bear again.

that best Could deem his dignity? MOTHER. And so. Hath my poor boy done aught but well. Whose face I never saw? I died whilst in the womb he stay'd Attending nature's law. you coin'd it. Whose father then. In Britain where was he That could stand up his parallel. take pieces for the figure's sake. Or fruitful object be In eye of Imogen. I know you are more clement than vile men. Came crying 'mongst his foes. Though light. To be exil'd and thrown From Leonati seat and cast . brothers to POSTHUMUS. That from me was Posthumus ripp'd. as in an apparition. When once he was mature for man. SICILIUS LEONATUS. [Sleeps] Solemn music.Gods are more full of mercy. But took me in my throes. If you will take this audit. with wounds. And cancel these cold bonds. Who of their broken debtors take a third. Thou shouldst have been. great pow'rs. thou thunder-master. being yours. Must I repent. as they died in the wars. Great Nature like his ancestry Moulded the stuff so fair That he deserv'd the praise o' th' world As great Sicilius' heir. after other music. With Mars fall out. an old man attired like a warrior. If of my freedom 'tis the main part. take this life. take No stricter render of me than my all. yet 'tis a life. No more. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd. show Thy spite on mortal flies. FIRST BROTHER. A thing of pity. Lucina lent not me her aid. They circle POSTHUMUS round as he lies sleeping SICILIUS. MOTHER. and though 'Tis not so dear. 'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp. I cannot do it better than in gyves. with Juno chide. For Imogen's dear life take mine. leading in his hand an ancient matron. SICILIUS. You rather mine. and shielded him From this earth-vexing smart. Enter. that's not my desire. Desir'd more than constrain'd. That thy adulteries Rates and revenges. O Imogen! I'll speak to thee in silence. as men report Thou orphans' father art. his WIFE. father to POSTHUMUS. Then. follows the two young LEONATI. letting them thrive again On their abatement. To satisfy. with music before them. a tenth. and mother to POSTHUMUS. A sixth.

Fell bravely and were slain. No more. Help! Or we poor ghosts will cry To th' shining synod of the rest Against thy deity. FIRST BROTHER.From her his dearest one. you petty spirits of region low. And happier much by his affliction made. his trials well are spent. Why hast thou thus adjourn'd The graces for his merits due. Since. away. MOTHER. The more delay'd. delighted. Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift. Take off his miseries. our son is good. look out. Our fealty and Tenantius' right With honour to maintain. That. Being all to dolours turn'd? SICILIUS. Why did you suffer Iachimo. Jupiter! or we appeal. Be content. Help. No longer exercise Upon a valiant race thy harsh And potent injuries. Jupiter. Slight thing of Italy. thou king of gods. you know. Peep through thy marble mansion. And from thy justice fly. to make my gift. wherein Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine. Our parents and us twain. batters all rebelling coasts? Poor shadows of Elysium. Thy crystal window ope. Rise and fade! He shall be lord of Lady Imogen. And to become the geck and scorn O' th' other's villainy? SECOND BROTHER. Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth. striking in our country's cause. lest you stir up mine. Like hardiment Posthumus hath To Cymbeline perform'd. you know 'tis ours. Offend our hearing. The GHOSTS fall on their knees JUPITER. to my palace crystalline. hence and rest Upon your never-withering banks of flow'rs. Sky-planted. SICILIUS. Then. BROTHERS. Mount. JUPITER descends-in thunder and lightning. Jupiter. [Ascends] . eagle. Be not with mortal accidents opprest: No care of yours it is. no farther with your din Express impatience. Sweet Imogen? SICILIUS. And so. This tablet lay upon his breast. To taint his nobler heart and brain With needless jealousy. Whom best I love I cross. sitting upon an eagle. He throws a thunderbolt. For this from stiller seats we came. hush! How dare you ghosts Accuse the Thunderer whose bolt. His comforts thrive. and in Our temple was he married.

the holy eagle Stoop'd as to foot us. being dead many years. if but for sympathy. the discharge. which are often the sadness of parting. The marble pavement closes. so the acquittance follows. Thanks. and cloys his beak. of what's past. purse and brain both empty. [Reads] 'When as a lion's whelp shall. O. [Waking] Sleep. He came in thunder. either both or nothing. the dish pays the shot. thou has been a grandsire and begot A father to me. he is enter'd His radiant roof. Let thy effects So follow to be most unlike our courtiers. then shall Posthumus end his miseries. A heavy reckoning for you. sir. if you be ready for that. Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty. of this contradiction you shall now be quit. Over-roasted rather. to himself unknown. You have no true debitor and creditor but it. shall after revive. as the procuring of mirth. And so I am awake. as is our fangled world. Many dream not to find. [GHOSTS vanish] POSTHUMUS. GAOLER. Let us with care perform his great behest. Poor wretches. The action of my life is like it. you shall be called to no more payments. alas. and freshly grow. What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one! Be not. book. You come in faint for want of meat. Wake and find nothing. But. and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air. sir. depart reeling with too much drink. Gone! They went hence so soon as they were born. As when his god is pleas'd. I swerve. are you ready for death? POSTHUMUS. his celestial breath Was sulpherous to smell. be jointed to the old stock. sorry that you have paid too much. a garment Nobler than that it covers. and brain not. That have this golden chance. And yet are steep'd in favours. ALL. that depend On greatness' favour. you are well cook'd. POSTHUMUS. O. As good as promise. and sorry that you are paid too much. Be what it is. Your neck. being drawn of heaviness. and know not why. So. or else such stuff as madmen Tongue. the brain the heavier for being too light. or a speaking such As sense cannot untie. so am I. fear no more tavern bills. the charity of a penny cord! It sums up thousands in a trice. if I prove a good repast to the spectators. and when from a stately cedar shall be lopp'd branches which. . Re-enter GAOLER GAOLER. is pen. Or senseless speaking. is. Jupiter! SICILIUS. O scorn. which I'll keep. neither deserve. dream as I have done. the purse too light. Hanging is the word. sir.' 'Tis still a dream. ready long ago. Come. to be blest. without seeking find. But the comfort is. and thou hast created A mother and two brothers. But. GAOLER. sir. and to come.SICILIUS. His ascension is More sweet than our blest fields. and counters. Away! and. His royal bird Prunes the immortal wing.

whose naked breast Stepp'd before targes of proof. sir. no bolts for the dead. so should I. Yes indeed do I. I would we were all of one mind. PISANIO. for look you. and one mind good. I'll be hang'd then. on my conscience. Britain. Knock off his manacles. Woe is my heart That the poor soldier that so richly fought. and a hangman to help him to bed. there were desolation of gaolers and gallowses! I speak against my present profit. BELARIUS. I never saw one so prone. I think he would change places with his officer. GUIDERIUS. but my wish hath a preferment in't. Thou bring'st good news: I am call'd to be made free. you know not which way you shall go. bring your prisoner to the King. I have not seen him so pictur'd. Unless a man would marry a gallows and beget young gibbets. By whom I grant she lives. CYMBELINE. and brain. GAOLER. I tell thee. I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing. GAOLER. Exit SCENE V. or to take upon yourself that which I am sure you do not know. he that sleeps feels not the toothache. GAOLER. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler. cannot be found. that a man should have the best use of eyes to see the way of blindness! I am sure hanging's the way of winking. or jump the after-inquiry on your own peril. OFFICERS. No tidings of him? PISANIO. GAOLER. ARVIRAGUS. the liver. But no trace of him. Your death has eyes in's head. CYMBELINE. I am The heir of his reward. there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going. sir. fellow. BELARIUS. then. To my grief. for all he be a Roman. CYMBELINE'S tent Enter CYMBELINE. Sir. Whose rags sham'd gilded arms. Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought But beggary and poor looks. Indeed. I think you'll never return to tell one. POSTHUMUS. I am merrier to die than thou art to live. POSTHUMUS. POSTHUMUS. Exeunt POSTHUMUS and MESSENGER GAOLER. But a man that were to sleep your sleep. but such as wink and will not use them. and ARVIRAGUS] which I will add To you. You must either be directed by some that take upon them to know. . Yet. POSTHUMUS.POSTHUMUS. fellow. and gentlemen. 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are. LORDS. What an infinite mock is this. GUIDERIUS. Report it. [To BELARIUS. and there be some of them too that die against their wills. O. And how you shall speed in your journey's end. if Our grace can make him so. BELARIUS. you whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Stand by my side. if I were one. In Cambria are we born. He hath been search'd among the dead and living. He shall be happy that can find him. Enter a MESSENGER MESSENGER. there are verier knaves desire to live. heart. of Britain. and attendants CYMBELINE.

What she confess'd I will report. her purposes. Mine ears. only Affected greatness got by you. to O'ercome you with her show. for she was beautiful. was wife to your place. Why so sadly Greet you our victory? You look like Romans. She did confess she had For you a mortal mineral. that heard her flattery. CYMBELINE. Arise my knights o' th' battle. Who worse than a physician Would this report become? But I consider By med'cine'life may be prolong'd. repented The evils she hatch'd were not effected. and worse. so please your Highness. In which time she purpos'd. yet death Will seize the doctor too. CYMBELINE. Should by the minute feed on life. so. Despairing. Your daughter. concluded Most cruel to herself. CYMBELINE. so please you. which. great King! To sour your happiness I must report The Queen is dead. open'd. CYMBELINE. More. Which. Bow your knees. these her women Can trip me if I err. First. Prithee say. to work Her son into th' adoption of the crown. Enter CORNELIUS and LADIES There's business in these faces. not you. she confess'd she never lov'd you. CYMBELINE. weeping. By inches waste you. nor my heart . But that her flight prevented it. Heard you all this. CORNELIUS. died. being took. Grew shameless-desperate. O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more? CORNELIUS. Mine eyes Were not in fault. And but she spoke it dying. kissing. and ling'ring. madly dying. CORNELIUS. But failing of her end by his strange absence. Abhorr'd your person. I create you Companions to our person. and in time. With horror. and will fit you With dignities becoming your estates. She alone knew this. CYMBELINE. When she had fitted you with her craft. And not o' th' court of Britain. I would not Believe her lips in opening it. who with wet cheeks Were present when she finish'd. tendance. she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight. Hail. being cruel to the world. whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity. whose life. CORNELIUS. she had Ta'en off by poison. Proceed. Unless I add we are honest. By watching. We did. sir. in despite Of heaven and men.Further to boast were neither true nor modest. her women? LADY. like her life. CYMBELINE. Married your royalty. How ended she? CORNELIUS.

Augustus lives to think on't. good lad. scorns me. Save him. he hath done no Briton harm Though he have serv'd a Roman. diligent. boy. true. now for tribute. There's other work in hand. sir. Why stands he so perplex'd? CYMBELINE. And yet I know thou wilt. And art mine own. when the blood was cool. good master. LUCIUS. So think of your estate. I do not bid thee beg my life. I have surely seen him. yet. Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? IMOGEN. Briefly die their joys That place them on the truth of girls and boys. sir. This one thing only I will entreat: my boy. that The Britons have raz'd out. I'll give it. so duteous. CYMBELINE. being born your vassal. I see a thing Bitter to me as death. a Briton born. The boy disdains me. LUCIUS. have threaten'd Our prisoners with the sword. boy? I love thee more and more. POSTHUMUS behind. So tender over his occasions.' Ne'er thank thy master. and so much For my peculiar care. Yea. Heaven mend all! Enter LUCIUS. LUCIUS. whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughter Of you their captives. though with the loss Of many a bold one. Fitting my bounty and thy state. let it come. guarded. the SOOTHSAYER. IMOGEN.That thought her like her seeming. But since the gods Will have it thus. I humbly thank your Highness. We should not. Caius. which I'll make bold your Highness Cannot deny. and other Roman prisoners. no more kin to me Than I to your Highness. Let him be ransom'd. think more and more What's best to ask. And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt. which ourself have granted. O my daughter! That it was folly in me thou mayst say. And spare no blood beside. I know not why. And prove it in thy feeling. who. The noblest ta'en. IMOGEN. Never master had A page so kind. Consider. He leaves me. What wouldst thou. Live. the chance of war. . IACHIMO. let his virtue join With my request. and IMOGEN Thou com'st not. wherefore To say 'Live. His favour is familiar to me. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her. your life. No. Know'st him thou look'st on? Speak. Boy. that nothing but our lives May be call'd ransom. Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace. had it gone with us. Must shuffle for itself. Sufficeth A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer. so nurse-like. So feat. no! Alack. though thou do demand a prisoner. He is a Roman. The day Was yours by accident.

was in Rome. I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will Than die ere I hear more. POSTHUMUS. I'll tell you. He eyes us not.the good PosthumusWhat should I say? he was too good to be .O. bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood. IACHIMO. GUIDERIUS. let's see further. and speak. by our greatness and the grace of it. My boon is that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring. with all my heart. I faint. Whom thou didst banish. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN advance] CYMBELINE. What think you? GUIDERIUS. man. All that belongs to this. Or. For whom my heart drops blood and my false spirits Quail to remember. sir. Wilt thou hear more. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which to be spoke would torture thee. step you forth. CYMBELINE. [Aside] It is my mistress.Am something nearer. CYMBELINE. Walk with me. As it doth me. [Aside] What's that to him? CYMBELINE. IMOGEN. CYMBELINE. [To IACHIMO] Sir. One sand another Not more resembles. I am sure He would have spoke to us. By villainy I got this ring. But we saw him dead. BELARIUS. On. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that Which torments me to conceal.which more may grieve thee.accurs'd The mansion where!. 'twas Leonatus' jewel. Creatures may be alike.Give me leave. were't he. let the time run on To good or bad. How? me? IACHIMO. Thou'rt my good youth. and do it freely. my lord? CYMBELINE. speak to him. Since she is living. my page. Ay. PISANIO. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart] BELARIUS.unhappy was the clock That struck the hour!. BELARIUS. That diamond upon your finger. Fidele. I'll be thy master. IACHIMO. The same dead thing alive. CYMBELINE.a nobler sir ne'er liv'd 'Twixt sky and ground. and. would Our viands had been poison'd. What's thy name? IMOGEN. peace! see further. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? ARVIRAGUS. Be silent. And lend my best attention. CYMBELINE. Upon a time. speak freely. Strive. Which is our honour. My daughter? What of her? Renew thy strength. or at least Those which I heav'd to head!. if you please To give me hearing. That paragon.'twas at a feast. Make thy demand aloud. Wherefore ey'st him so? IMOGEN. thy daughter. Come. say How came it yours? IACHIMO. stand thou by our side. forbear. Give answer to this boy. in private. sir. Peace.that sweet rosy lad Who died and was Fidele.

which by his tongue being made. took his hint. Postures beyond brief nature. that he could not But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd. Most like a noble lord in love and one That had a royal lover. Remember me at court. for my vantage. or his description Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Your daughter's chastity. this her braceletO cunning. CYMBELINE. Well may you. Fairness which strikes the eyeCYMBELINE. IACHIMO. I having ta'en the forfeit. averring notes Of chamber-hanging. And then a mind put in't.therein He was as calm as virtue. laming The shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerva. He. WhereuponMethinks I see him nowPOSTHUMUS. to be brief. And not dispraising whom we prais'd. true knight. Being thus quench'd Of hope. I stand on fire. No lesser of her honour confident Than I did truly find her. IACHIMO. wretch. excellent. All too soon I shall. for condition. not longing. so thou dost.there it begins. Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. Nay. Come to the matter. had it Been all the worth of's car. Away to Britain Post I in this design. either our brags Were crack'd of kitchen trulls. and wager'd with him Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore Upon his honour'd finger. for feature. to th' purpose. my practice so prevail'd That I return'd with simular proof enough To make the noble Leonatus mad. This Posthumus. nay.sitting sadly Hearing us praise our loves of Italy For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Of him that best could speak. And. and was the best of all Amongst the rar'st of good ones. most credulous fool. sir. Made scruple of his praise. to attain In suit the place of's bed. stakes this ring. and win this ring By hers and mine adultery. He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams And she alone were cold. where I was taught Of your chaste daughter the wide difference 'Twixt amorous and villainous. and might so safely. And would so. By wounding his belief in her renown With tokens thus and thus. how I got it!. pictures. besides that hook of wiving. A shop of all the qualities that man Loves woman for.Where ill men were. [Coming forward] Ay.he began His mistress' picture. . some marks Of secret on her person.nay. had it been a carbuncle Of Phoebus' wheel. whereat I. mine Italian brain Gan in your duller Britain operate Most vilely. Italian fiend! Ay me.

How comes these staggers on me? PISANIO. 'If Pisanio Have' said she 'given his mistress that confection Which I gave him for cordial. Lady. Dangerous fellow. get thee from my sight. but in short time All offices of nature should again . That kill'd thy daughter. Hear. The gods throw stones of sulphur on me. as cats and dogs. CYMBELINE. or knife. very oft importun'd me To temper poisons for her. anything That's due to all the villains past. [Strikes her. cast mire upon me. Which must approve thee honest. my wife! O Imogen. my lord Posthumus! You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now. She falls] PISANIO. It poison'd me. King. yea. The temple Of virtue was she. my mistress! CYMBELINE. did compound for her A certain stuff. CORNELIUS. PISANIO. give me cord. the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy. Of no esteem. Peace. I lieThat caus'd a lesser villain than myself. Every villain Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus. How fares my mistress? IMOGEN. New matter still? IMOGEN. If this be so. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page. my life. O. in being. What's this. It is I That all th' abhorred things o' th' earth amend By being worse than they. Imogen. Some upright justicer! Thou. still pretending The satisfaction of her knowledge only In killing creatures vile.' CYMBELINE. Does the world go round? POSTHUMUS. she is serv'd As I would serve a rat. O gentlemen. Wake. which. my lord. There lies thy part. if That box I gave you was not thought by me A precious thing! I had it from the Queen. I am Posthumus. I.Egregious murderer. The Queen. Help. help! Mine and your mistress! O. or poison. sir. CYMBELINE. The tune of Imogen! PISANIO. set The dogs o' th' street to bay me. to do't. A sacrilegious thief. Thou gav'st me poison. being ta'en would cease The present pow'r of life. dreading that her purpose Was of more danger. and throw stones. thief. and Be villainy less than 'twas! O Imogen! My queen. help! Mine honour'd lady! CYMBELINE. Cornelius? CORNELIUS. send out For torturers ingenious. villain-like. O gods! I left out one thing which the Queen confess'd. To come! O. hence! Breathe not where princes are. hear! POSTHUMUS. Imogen! IMOGEN. Spit. and she herself.

A most incivil one. [Embracing him] POSTHUMUS. in my master's garments. I am sorry for thee.Do their due functions. [Kneeling] Your blessing. How now. and with oath to violate My lady's honour. It was my instant death. Have you ta'en of it? IMOGEN. Till the tree die! CYMBELINE. my soul. my flesh? my child? What. and must Endure our law. By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd. CYMBELINE. IMOGEN. the gods forfend! I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pluck a hard sentence. we know not how nor where. This is sure Fidele. Hang there like fruit. for he did provoke me With language that would make me spurn the sea. CYMBELINE. Which he enforc'd from me. for I was dead. which directed him To seek her on the mountains near to Milford. I am sorry for't. My tears that fall Prove holy water on thee! Imogen. Lord Cloten. What became of him I further know not. Deny't again. If it could so roar to me. CYMBELINE. BELARIUS. Thou'rt dead. Prithee. and I did it. BELARIUS. and long of her it was That we meet here so strangely. and now Throw me again. Marry. GUIDERIUS. and swore. My lord. came to me With his sword drawn. mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me? IMOGEN. valiant youth. GUIDERIUS. If I discover'd not which way she was gone. in a frenzy. He was a prince. my lord. There was our error. Now fear is from me. PISANIO. I blame ye not. I cut off's head. By accident I had a feigned letter of my master's Then in my pocket. CYMBELINE. Most like I did. And am right glad he is not standing here To tell this tale of mine. foam'd at the mouth. GUIDERIUS. CYMBELINE. Upon my lady's missing. she was naught. O. I have spoke it. IMOGEN. The wrongs he did me Were nothing prince-like. [To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS] Though you did love this youth. My boys. GUIDERIUS. away he posts With unchaste purpose. sir. IMOGEN. I'll speak troth. That headless man . Thy mother's dead. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think that you are upon a rock. Let me end the story: I slew him there. but her son Is gone. You had a motive for't. Where.

and all my treason. CYMBELINE. sir. And blood of your begetting. And let it be confiscate all. my punishment Itself. great King. those arts they have as Could put into them. So sure as you your father's. Whom for the theft I wedded. And thou shalt die for't.I thought had been my lord. [To the guard] Let his arms alone. I know not how a traitor. Though haply well for you. so soon As I have receiv'd it. Bind the offender. The whole world shall not save him. They were not born for bondage. And our good his. CYMBELINE. BELARIUS. How? my issue? BELARIUS. as Your Highness knows. They are the issue of your loins. I mov'd her to't. old soldier. I. that I suffer'd Was all the harm I did. And think they are my sons. my liege. stole these children Upon my banishment. My breeding was. Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we? ARVIRAGUS. Your pleasure was my mere offence. CYMBELINE. And take him from our presence. But I will prove that two on's are as good As I have given out him. Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd. CYMBELINE. In that he spake too far. I am too blunt and saucy: here's my knee.these twenty years Have I train'd up. As well descended as thyself. Nursing of my sons? BELARIUS. He it is that hath Assum'd this age. CYMBELINE. Your danger's ours. Then spare not the old father. These gentle princesFor such and so they are. Euriphile. BELARIUS. These two young gentlemen that call me father. Take him hence. and hath More of thee merited than a band of Clotens Had ever scar for. I must For mine own part unfold a dangerous speech. CYMBELINE. . What of him? He is A banish'd traitor. are none of mine. Not too hot. Mighty sir. My sons. Their nurse. CYMBELINE. Why. old Morgan. indeed a banish'd man. ARVIRAGUS. BELARIUS. This man is better than the man he slew. BELARIUS. BELARIUS. First pay me for the nursing of thy sons. Have at it then by leave! Thou hadst. We will die all three. Stay. sir King. GUIDERIUS. a subject who Was call'd Belarius. Ere I arise I will prefer my sons.

CYMBELINE. the more it shap'd Unto my end of stealing them. BELARIUS. The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars. after this strange starting from your orbs. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole. Be pleas'd awhile. This gentleman. No. gracious sir. Did you e'er meet? ARVIRAGUS. is true Guiderius. Continu'd so until we thought he died. And at first meeting lov'd. It was wise nature's end in the donation. he. This gentleman. BELARIUS. GUIDERIUS.Having receiv'd the punishment before For that which I did then. Beaten for loyalty Excited me to treason. Ay. It was a mark of wonder. O rare instinct! When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgment Hath to it circumstantial branches. IMOGEN. CYMBELINE. never say hereafter But I am truest speaker! You call'd me brother. what am I? A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Rejoic'd deliverance more. was lapp'd In a most curious mantle. CORNELIUS. sir. That. Most worthy prince. my lord. CYMBELINE. I have got two worlds by't. Thou hast lost by this a kingdom. When we were so indeed. CYMBELINE. . By the Queen's dram she swallow'd. Arviragus. Blest pray you be. Who hath upon him still that natural stamp. Your younger princely son. I know not how to wish A pair of worthier sons. which for more probation I can with ease produce. The more of you 'twas felt. O. Thou weep'st and speak'st. which Distinction should be rich in. Where? how liv'd you? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fled you from the court? and whither? These. whom I call Polydore. my Cadwal. CYMBELINE. I lost my children. my good lord. with I know not how much more. should be demanded. Here are your sons again. But. And your three motives to the battle. The service that you three have done is more Unlike than this thou tell'st. O my gentle brothers. This is he. a sanguine star. Have we thus met? O. To be his evidence now. You may reign in them now! O Imogen. as yours. wrought by th' hand Of his queen mother. If these be they. and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world. When I was but your sister: I you brothers. Their dear loss.

Take that life. Speak. ARVIRAGUS. Call forth your soothsayer. CYMBELINE.And all the other by-dependences. Appear'd to me. Your servant. [To BELARIUS] Thou art my brother. All o'erjoy'd Save these in bonds. LUCIUS. SOOTHSAYER. And here the bracelet of the truest princess That ever swore her faith. sir. with other spritely shows Of mine own kindred. her brothers. sir. upon his eagle back'd. The forlorn soldier. The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you. and might Have made you finish. Happy be you! CYMBELINE. I found This label on my bosom. And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. throws her eye On him. LUCIUS. her master. POSTHUMUS. my good lord. that so nobly fought. When I wak'd. Read. 'twas a fitment for The purpose I then follow'd. Let him show His skill in the construction. You holp us. Let's quit this ground. But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee. Here. CYMBELINE. whose containing Is so from sense in hardness that I can Make no collection of it. the counterchange Is severally in all. Pardon's the word to all. Which I so often owe. The malice towards you to forgive you. I will yet do you service. Princes. IACHIMO. Let them be joyful too. Joy'd are we that you are. IMOGEN. POSTHUMUS. to himself . I had you down. Live. methought Great Jupiter. but nor the time nor place Will serve our long interrogatories. [Kneeling] I am down again. From chance to chance. As you did mean indeed to be our brother. beseech you. Good my lord of Rome. And deal with others better. As I slept. POSTHUMUS. and did relieve me To see this gracious season. Philarmonus! SOOTHSAYER. See. hitting Each object with a joy. me. You are my father too. Kneel not to me. and declare the meaning. I am. As then your force did. [Reads] 'When as a lion's whelp shall. Nobly doom'd! We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law. My good master. Iachimo. so we'll hold thee ever. LUCIUS. For they shall taste our comfort. IMOGEN. That I was he. but your ring first. Posthumus anchors upon Imogen. And she. like harmless lightning. He would have well becom'd this place and grac'd The thankings of a king. The soldier that did company these three In poor beseeming.

My peace we will begin. should again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline. both on her and hers. and when from a stately cedar shall be lopp'd branches which. we submit to Caesar And to the Roman empire. CYMBELINE. Unknown to you. Although the victor. Laud we the gods. Which we call 'mollis aer. Being Leo-natus. INC. from the which We were dissuaded by our wicked queen. for the Roman eagle.. being dead many years. And. promising To pay our wonted tribute. Well. Th'imperial Caesar. CYMBELINE.unknown. Caius Lucius. This hath some seeming. SOOTHSAYER. who. let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together. To the majestic cedar join'd. and freshly grow. at this instant Is full accomplish'd. royal Cymbeline. and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air. then shall Posthumus end his miseries. Publish we this peace To all our subjects. thy virtuous daughter. Set on there! Never was a war did cease. And in the temple of great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify.' Thou. Whom heavens in justice. unsought. The fingers of the pow'rs above do tune The harmony of this peace. The lofty cedar. art the lion's whelp. be jointed to the old stock. whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty. doth import so much. were clipp'd about With this most tender air. shall after revive. Have laid most heavy hand.' and 'mollis aer' We term it 'mulier'. and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth. Leonatus. From south to west on wing soaring aloft. which 'mulier' I divine Is this most constant wife. Personates thee. Ere bloody hands were wash'd. by Belarius stol'n. seal it with feasts. Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE . CYMBELINE. And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our bless'd altars. So through Lud's Town march. Lessen'd herself and in the beams o' th' sun So vanish'd. Which shines here in the west. Exeunt THE END <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. without seeking find. The fit and apt construction of thy name. The vision Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke Of yet this scarce-cold battle. [To CYMBELINE] The piece of tender air. For many years thought dead. who even now Answering the letter of the oracle. SOOTHSAYER. Set we forward. are now reviv'd. which foreshow'd our princely eagle. with such a peace. Caesar.

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Mar. Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again! Ber. Horatio. bid them make haste. like the King that's dead. Mar. A piece of him. See. Ber. Bernardo! Ber. Mar. has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber. Exit. Who hath reliev'd you? Fran. Stay! Speak. Looks it not like the King? Mark it. Horatio. Ber. And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight. Have you had quiet guard? Fran. Hor. And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. sit we down. Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy. That. Friends to this ground. Mar. Question it. 'twill not appear. The rivals of my watch. Tush. twice seen of us. It harrows me with fear and wonder. Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Ber. In the same figure. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak! Mar. I have seen nothing. ho! Who is there? Hor. speak to it. Marcellus and myself. if again this apparition come. Stand. Horatio. What. What we two nights have seen. Fran. Give you good night. Mar. Thou art a scholar. good Marcellus. Hor. Last night of all. honest soldier. Ber. Mar. Horatio. Give you good night. He may approve our eyes and speak to it. When yond same star that's westward from the pole Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven Where now it burns. Ber. The bell then beating oneEnter Ghost. Ber. Well. tush. speak! I charge thee speak! . With us to watch the minutes of this night. Hor. Ber. O. Therefore I have entreated him along. farewell.And I am sick at heart. Holla. It is offended. SayWhat. Welcome. And liegemen to the Dane. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus. It would be spoke to. Not a mouse stirring. it stalks away! Hor. Bernardo hath my place. That are so fortified against our story. Most like. Mar. Hor. good night. And let us once again assail your ears. Sit down awhile. Ber. Welcome. Well. Fran. is Horatio there ? Hor. I think I hear them.

Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land. With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. That can I. Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes. . Against the which a moiety competent Was gaged by our king. Our last king. by Fortinbras of Norway. For food and diet. This bodes some strange eruption to our state. At least. I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Well ratified by law and heraldry. Hor. in an angry parle. Whose image even but now appear'd to us. Why such impress of shipwrights. Had he been vanquisher. Ber. Mar. the whisper goes so. who. and jump at this dead hour. all those his lands Which he stood seiz'd of. as you know. Hath in the skirts of Norway. in which our valiant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) Did slay this Fortinbras. I take it. as. which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras. Mar. As thou art to thyself. His fell to Hamlet. Now. by the same comart And carriage of the article design'd. What might be toward. Before my God. But. which is no other. 'Tis gone and will not answer. Mar. Did forfeit. sit down. to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't. Of unimproved mettle hot and full. whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. and tell me he that knows. And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war. Is it not like the King? Hor. So frown'd he once when. Dar'd to the combat. He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. How now. Horatio? You tremble and look pale. Mar. to the conqueror.Exit Ghost. Such was the very armour he had on When he th' ambitious Norway combated. Was. here and there. that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day? Who is't that can inform me? Hor. As it doth well appear unto our state. young Fortinbras. Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride. by a seal'd compact. those foresaid lands So by his father lost. Good now. In what particular thought to work I know not. But to recover of us. sir. 'Tis strange. and this. Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't? Hor. Thus twice before. with his life. by strong hand And terms compulsatory. in the gross and scope of my opinion.

O. Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch. The source of this our watch. And even the like precurse of fierce events. The graves stood tenantless. I think it be no other but e'en so. invulnerable. and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. that is the trumpet to the morn. And our vain blows malicious mockery. Whether in sea or fire. in earth or air. Speak of it! Stay. Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day. As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on. Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climature and countrymen. Which happily foreknowing may avoid. Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies . Shall I strike at it with my partisan? Hor. being so majestical. race to me. If thou art privy to thy country's fate. A little ere the mightiest Julius fell. and speak!. But soft! behold! Lo. and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. or use of voice. though it blast me. they say. Disasters in the sun. Ber. Speak to me. We do it wrong. like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. Hor. Ber.. you spirits oft walk in death). If there be any good thing to be done. That may to thee do ease. 'Tis here! Hor. and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land.Stay illusion! Spreads his arms. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. To offer it the show of violence. Enter Ghost again. Hor. And then it started. 'Tis gone! Exit Ghost. I have heard The cock.Stop it. As stars with trains of fire. when the cock crew. 'Tis here! Mar. and dews of blood. speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth (For which. Ber. Do. In the most high and palmy state of Rome. Speak to me.Is the main motive of our preparations. The cock crows. where it comes again! I'll cross it. For it is as the air. so like the King That was and is the question of these wars. and at his warning. and. It was about to speak. Marcellus! Mar. If thou hast any sound. if it will not stand.

No fairy takes. Break we our watch up. will speak to him. Elsinore. King of Denmark. Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. which have freely gone With this affair along. Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of ourselves. and of the truth herein This present object made probation. So have I heard and do in part believe it. [Voltemand. Cornelius. no spirit dare stir abroad.To his confine. For all. Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state. Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it. [Enter Claudius. in russet mantle clad. and with dirge in marriage. This spirit. scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose. But look. King. they say. nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms. then no planets strike. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green. Now follows. The bird of dawning singeth all night long. and a dropping eye. now our queen. our thanks. fitting our duty? Let's do't. A room of state in the Castle. In equal scale weighing delight and dole. Flourish. Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame. The nights are wholesome. To our most valiant brother. to suppress . Gertrude the Queen. with all bands of law. With mirth in funeral. and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. Thus much the business is: we have here writ To Norway. Therefore our sometime sister. uncle of young Fortinbras. the morn. Colleagued with this dream of his advantage. He hath not fail'd to pester us with message Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father. upon my life. Mar. So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. dumb to us. that you know. Polonius. Have we. It faded on the crowing of the cock. impotent and bedrid. So much for him. young Fortinbras. Some say that ever. As needful in our loves. as 'twere with a defeated joy.] Lords Attendant. 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated. and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe. Taken to wife. Laertes and his sister Ophelia. for. Exeunt. Scene II. Who. nor witch hath power to charm. Now for ourself and for this time of meeting. Holding a weak supposal of our worth. Hor. I pray. With an auspicious. And then. and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief. and by my advice Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet. Hamlet.

We doubt it nothing. and let your haste commend your duty. If it be. that duty done. King. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. and we here dispatch You.. From whence though willingly I came to Denmark To show my duty in your coronation. What wouldst thou have. will we show our duty. These indeed seem. The lists. what's the news with you? You told us of some suit. madam. Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath. more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. And now. Passing through nature to eternity. . my lord. Volt. good Cornelius.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak. Giving to you no further personal power To business with the King. Queen. Your leave and favour to return to France. No. shapes of grief. and less than kind! King. Laertes. 'That can denote me truly. And thy best graces spend it at thy will! But now. Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane And lose your voice. good mother. Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.His further gait herein. and my sonHam. My dread lord. and full proportions are all made Out of his subject. Laertes? Laer. For bearers of this greeting to old Norway. not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart. my cousin Hamlet. in that the levies. Nor the dejected havior of the visage. [Gives a paper. Nay. My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. The hand more instrumental to the mouth. He hath. Nor customary suits of solemn black. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? Pol. King. wrung from me my slow leave By laboursome petition. Ham. What is't. Laertes. Queen. my lord. In that. I do beseech you give him leave to go. Ay. cast thy nighted colour off. What wouldst thou beg. nor the fruitful river in the eye. madam. Together with all forms. Laertes. and you. Yet now I must confess. Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. That shall not be my offer. Not so. and all things. Cor. moods. [aside] A little more than kin. Take thy fair hour. All that lives must die. I am too much i' th' sun. Thou know'st 'tis common. it is common. And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. King. I know not 'seems. Voltemand. Seems. and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent. Good Hamlet. Heartily farewell. it is. Time be thine. Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.] Farewell. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham.

This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart. An understanding simple and unschool'd. Come away. Hamlet. for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne. It is most retrograde to our desire. That father lost. Let not thy mother lose her prayers. Ham. I pray thee stay with us. Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven. From the first corse till he that died to-day. Flourish. Respeaking earthly thunder. and think of us As of a father. Ham. a fault to nature. whose common theme Is death of fathers. Exeunt all but Hamlet. Why. A heart unfortified.' We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe. O that this too too solid flesh would melt. things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. and our son. And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again. But you must know. and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay. Madam. in grace whereof. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature. But I have that within which passeth showThese but the trappings and the suits of woe. King. A fault against the dead. Our chiefest courtier. And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you. For what we know must be. Hamlet. 'This must be so. And we beseech you. 'Tis unmanly grief. lost his. For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg. flat. madam. not so much. Queen. No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell. cousin. and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense. and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah. Be as ourself in Denmark. a mind impatient. Thaw. King. and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary. To reason most absurd. . But to persever In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness. It shows a will most incorrect to heaven. and who still hath cried. your father lost a father. go not to Wittenberg. come. not two. bend you to remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye. stale. fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed. To give these mourning duties to your father. I shall in all my best obey you.For they are actions that a man might play. 'tis a loving and a fair reply.

Thrift. But what is your affair in Elsinore? We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. I prithee do not mock me. And what make you from Wittenberg. Hor. She married. I am very glad to see you. Ham. nor it cannot come to good. He was a man. Sir. My lord.But what. Hor. Hor. A truant disposition. fellow student. Hor. and your poor servant ever. I came to see your father's funeral. I shall not look upon his like again. thy name is woman!A little month. my lord.methinks I see my father. My lord. O. she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe. that was to this Hyperion to a satyr. Horatio!. Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. and Bernardo. O. it followed hard upon. Nor shall you do my ear that violence To make it truster of your own report Against yourself. The same. He was a goodly king. and yet. Marcellus. Hor. my lord. sir. where. even she (O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer) married with my uncle. the King your father.I'll change that name with you. My lord. Hor.[To Bernardo] Good even. for I must hold my tongue! Enter Horatio.why she. most wicked speed. Ham. Ham. I am glad to see you well. Horatio? Marcellus? Mar. Indeed. within a monthLet me not think on't! Frailty. Horatio. . Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day.So excellent a king. Within a month. Ham. But break my heart. Horatio! My father. take him for all in all. My father's brother. good my lord. to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not. Hor.or I do forget myself. my lord? Ham. Hail to your lordship! Ham. Saw? who? Hor. Ham.. all tears. I think I saw him yesternight. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why. my good friend. but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. I would not hear your enemy say so. Ham. I saw him once. in faith. My good lord! Ham. In my mind's eye. Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes. make you from Wittenberg? Hor. thrift. I know you are no truant.

Appears before them and with solemn march Goes slow and stately by them. Yet once methought It lifted up it head and did address Itself to motion. And I with them the third night kept the watch. Ham. Ham. But even then the morning cock crew loud. Indeed. Where. till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen. The King my father? Hor. Hor.Ham. Stay'd it long? Hor. Then saw you not his face? Hor. Ham. as they had deliver'd. My lord. indeed. Thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes. These hands are not more like. each word made true and good. upon the platform where we watch'd. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. From top to toe? Both. my lord! He wore his beaver up. 'Tis very strange. Ham. very pale. O. Within his truncheon's length. Pale or red? Hor. Ham. Ham. My lord. What. Did you not speak to it? Hor. Armed at point exactly. from head to foot. It would have much amaz'd you. A figure like your father. my lord. Ham. my honour'd lord. Two nights together had these gentlemen (Marcellus and Bernardo) on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night Been thus encount'red. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Hor. Ham. My lord. yes. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Ham. cap-a-pe. both in time. But answer made it none.] We do. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did. like as it would speak. Form of the thing. This marvel to you. Hold you the watch to-night? Both [Mar. whilst they distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear. 'tis true. Ham. I knew your father. Hor. Arm'd. look'd he frowningly. my lord. Nay. Ham. I would I had been there. Season your admiration for a while With an attent ear. For God's love let me hear! Hor. Stand dumb and speak not to him. Ham. very like. The apparition comes. Ham. But where was this? Mar. As I do live. sirs. Most constantly. Hor. But this troubles me. Very like. . And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. and Ber. And at the sound it shrunk in haste away And vanish'd from our sight. Arm'd. say you? Both. I did.

My necessaries are embark'd. And whatsoever else shall hap to-night. Your loves. I will watch to-night. Ham. Ham. Perhaps he loves you now. His greatness weigh'd. Exit. and a toy in blood. Enter Laertes and Ophelia. as mine to you. For Hamlet. Foul deeds will rise. Ham. Exeunt [all but Hamlet]. All. I pray you all. but as this temple waxes. do not sleep. as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant. not permanent. not lasting. It was. But let me hear from you. as I have seen it in his life. Give it an understanding but no tongue. Farewell. And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the head. If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight. Laer. I'll visit you. Ham. Then if he says he loves you. The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal. Our duty to your honour. Oph.no? Hor. his will is not his own. Oph. Longer. Elsinore. longer. as unvalued persons do. Not when I saw't. Upon the platform. My father's spirit. If it assume my noble father's person. for on his choice depends The safety and health of this whole state. For he himself is subject to his birth. For nature crescent does not grow alone In thews and bulk. and the trifling of his favour. So. fare you well. Hor. but you must fear.sweet. . A room in the house of Polonius. Hold it a fashion. Though all the earth o'erwhelm them. I warr'nt it will. No more but so? Laer. A violet in the youth of primy nature. I will requite your loves. Let it be tenable in your silence still. I'll speak to it. Scene III. 'twixt eleven and twelve. He may not. sister. my soul. to men's eyes. His beard was grizzled. The perfume and suppliance of a minute. And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will. Would the night were come! Till then sit still. Hor. Do you doubt that? Laer.Both. though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I doubt some foul play. Perchance 'twill walk again. No more. Farewell. Carve for himself. And. A sable silver'd. Think it no more.in arms? All is not well. Forward.

. Youth to itself rebels. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy. which is no further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. But here my father comes. Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own rede. But not express'd in fancy. Take each man's censure. Or lose your heart. and their adoption tried.It fits your wisdom so far to believe it As he in his particular act and place May give his saying deed. Laer. And you are stay'd for. not gaudy. O. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven. And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Give every man thine ear. for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail. my dear sister.my blessing with thee! And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Pol. Whiles. rich. Ophelia. Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee. Yet here. Laertes? Aboard. but by no means vulgar: Those friends thou hast. unfledg'd comrade. The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon. For loan oft loses both itself and friend. but few thy voice. But. There. I stay too long. Do not as some ungracious pastors do. fear it. And keep you in the rear of your affection. though none else near. This above all. Oph. fear me not! Enter Polonius. Neither a borrower nor a lender be. good my brother. best safety lies in fear. For the apparel oft proclaims the man. chief in that. aboard. or your chaste treasure open To his unmast'red importunity. And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. Occasion smiles upon a second leave. Out of the shot and danger of desire. Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. like a puff'd and reckless libertine. Give thy thoughts no tongue. Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel. Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart. Be thou familiar. Fear it. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs. Be wary then. but reserve thy judgment. And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous. The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd. A double blessing is a double grace.to thine own self be true. But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd. but being in.

Laer. Thou canst not then be false to any man. my lord. This is for all: I would not. Oph. and remember well What I have said to you.as so 'tis put on me. Marry. Ophelia. Pol. of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. my lord. When the blood burns. daughter. Exit. my lord. Farewell. as the night the day. And hath given countenance to his speech. something touching the Lord Hamlet. Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. your servants tend. as you call them? Oph. Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase. Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl. he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion. Do not believe his vows. for they are brokers. Oph. What is't. Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. In few. Pol. Most humbly do I take my leave. My blessing season this in thee! Laer. 'Tis in my memory lock'd.And it must follow. Pol. Ophelia. Giving more light than heat. From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence. Pol. Do you believe his tenders. and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. I do not know. extinct in both Even in their promise. from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure . Ophelia. Pol. Tender yourself more dearly. If it be so. in plain terms. Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds. Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Farewell. For Lord Hamlet. The better to beguile. how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. fashion you may call it. So please you. Not of that dye which their investments show. Pol. I will teach you! Think yourself a baby That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay. Ay. Go to. as it is a-making. Oph. My lord. And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you. go to! Oph. And that in way of caution. Farewell. well bethought! 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given private time to you.I must tell you You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behooves my daughter and your honour. Laer. But mere implorators of unholy suits. springes to catch woodcocks! I do know. With almost all the holy vows of heaven. He hath. what I should think. Marry. Go. he hath said to you? Oph. my lord. Which are not sterling. The time invites you. These blazes. that he is young. And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Believe so much in him. Pol. What is between you? Give me up the truth. You must not take for fire. Ay.

Indeed? I heard it not. for some vicious mole of nature in them.be they as pure as grace.As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. my lord. A flourish of trumpets. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd. No. Ham. What hour now? Hor. What does this mean. it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. Hor. Mar. They clip us drunkards and with swinish phrase Soil our addition. Elsinore. The pith and marrow of our attribute. answer me? . Being nature's livery. King. it comes! Ham. Their virtues else. and indeed it takes From our achievements. Scene IV. though perform'd at height. Ay. Enter Ghost. is't. that these men Carrying. Come your ways. But to my mind. the stamp of one defect. Is it a custom? Ham. I charge you. O.wherein they are not guilty. The platform before the Castle. And. it is very cold. Horatio. Ham.By the o'ergrowth of some complexion.. my lord? Ham. As infinite as man may undergoShall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault. marry. Look to't. Keeps wassail. Exeunt. The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. It then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. I'll call thee Hamlet. as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down. So oft it chances in particular men That. Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens The form of plausive manners. Enter Hamlet. The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse. It is a nipping and an eager air. I say. As in their birth. Hor. Oph. though I am native here And to the manner born. Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee. or fortune's star. I shall obey. Hor. Look. it is struck. The dram of e'il Doth all the noble substance often dout To his own scandal. This heavy-headed revel east and west Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations. and two pieces go off. Be thy intents wicked or charitable. I think it lacks of twelve. royal Dane. Since nature cannot choose his origin. Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason. father. Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell. The air bites shrewdly. and Marcellus. my lord. and the swagg'ring upspring reels. Hor.

Hor. Hor. Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon.] Still am I call'd. Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea. Without more motive.Go on. Ham. What may this mean That thou. Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. into every brain That looks so many fadoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath. Unhand me. Go on. Being a thing immortal as itself? It waves me forth again. It will not speak. The very place puts toys of desperation. Let's follow. but tell Why thy canoniz'd bones. dead corse. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. why the sepulchre Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd. Making night hideous. And for my soul. what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. let's follow him. As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. It waves me still. My fate cries out And makes each petty artire in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!I say. Have after. gentlemen. horrible form Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness? Think of it.Let me not burst in ignorance. But do not go with it! Hor. You shall not go. . To what issue wail this come? Mar. Ham. Hor. Mar. by no means! Ham. Hold off your hands! Hor. [Ghost beckons. Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground. What if it tempt you toward the flood. Do not. hearsed in death. my lord. and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Say. No. Then will I follow it. Heaven will direct it. It beckons you to go away with it. Ham. Be rul'd. why is this? wherefore? What should we do? Ghost beckons Hamlet. Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Mar. You shall not go. Mar. Hor. away!. I'll follow thee. again in complete steel. what can it do to that. my lord! Ham. And there assume some other. Hor. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him. my lord. I'll follow it. I'll follow thee. Nay. Why. Mar. By heaven. Have burst their cerements. He waxes desperate with imagination. Hor.

Exeunt. Ham. The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown. like stars. O my prophetic soul! My uncle? Ghost. Haste me to know't. Ghost. O. . But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house. that incestuous. with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love. I will. Ghost. that adulterate beast. May sweep to my revenge. that have the power So to seduce!. list. Pity me not. Ham. Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. And for the day confin'd to fast in fires. Ham. but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. But this most foul. My hour is almost come. Ham. O God! Ghost. 'Tis given out that. List. Wouldst thou not stir in this. Ghost. start from their spheres. And each particular hair to stand an end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. With witchcraft of his wit. And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf. A serpent stung me. Enter Ghost and Hamlet. What? Ghost. Murther most foul.won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen. Hamlet. sleeping in my orchard. hear. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. Murther? Ghost. I am thy father's spirit. Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night. Scene V. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Ghost. Speak. as in the best it is. I find thee apt. Ham. The Castle. thou noble youth. Now. I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further. when thou shalt hear. But know. Ham. Elsinore. I am bound to hear. Ay. So art thou to revenge. with traitorous giftsO wicked wit and gifts. Ham. strange. freeze thy young blood. list! If thou didst ever thy dear father loveHam. Another part of the fortifications. poor ghost! Ghost. Ham. Thy knotted and combined locks to part. Make thy two eyes. Mark me. Alas. So the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd. that I. and unnatural.

howsoever thou pursuest this act. all pressures past That youth and observation copied there. whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage. And in the porches of my ears did pour The leperous distilment. as it never will be mov'd. at once dispatch'd. bear it not. Adieu. what a falling-off was there. The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire. grow not instant old. but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. All saws of books. Brief let me be. Remember thee? Yea. unanel'd. With juice of cursed hebona in a vial. and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine! But virtue. So did it mine. From me. my sinews. Ham.O Hamlet. thou poor ghost. Fare thee well at once. Ham. Most lazar-like. with vile and loathsome crust All my smooth body. sleeping. And thy commandment all alone shall live . my heart! And you. So lust. But soft! methinks I scent the morning air. though to a radiant angel link'd. horrible! most horrible! Ghost. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin. Remember thee? Ay. adieu. Exit. But bear me stiffly up. adieu! Remember me. Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole. like eager droppings into milk. horrible! O. And a most instant tetter bark'd about. all forms. by a brother's hand Of life. of queen. Leave her to heaven. If thou hast nature in thee. Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven. Unhous'led. No reckoning made. Thus was I. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell? Hold. nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught. Taint not thy mind. My custom always of the afternoon. of crown. Sleeping within my orchard. hold. from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records. disappointed. And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd. Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest. And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her. whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That swift as quicksilverr it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body. Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage. while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. But. O. The thin and wholesome blood.

ho. you will reveal it. my lord! Enter Horatio and Marcellus. and smile. These are but wild and whirling words. wonderful! Hor.' I have sworn't. Nor I. my lord. villain. As you are friends. And now. Yes. Not I. by heaven. as your business and desires shall point you. ho. You. good friends. my lord. and soldiers. my lord! Ham. Both. How is't. my lord. there you are. my lord. heartily. Nor I. Horatio. Touching this vision here. Give me one poor request. my lord. right! You are in the right! And so. ho. uncle. Hillo. scholars. and be a villain. Yes. by Saint Patrick. and for my own poor part. faith. So be it! Mar. Hor.in faith. my lord. There needs no ghost. Ay. Such as it is. Ham. Why. bird. Illo. Hor. that let me tell you. Hor. It is an honest ghost. tell it. . In faith. For every man hath business and desire. And much offence too. Ham. There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain.] So. boy! Come. I hold it fit that we shake hands and part. Ham. not I. Yes. My lord. [Writes. At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. O. Good my lord. Ham. without more circumstance at all. Ham. Hor.Within the book and volume of my brain. but swear't. Unmix'd with baser matter. smiling. Never make known what you have seen to-night. ho. adieu! Remember me. Ham. my noble lord? Hor. O'ermaster't as you may. What news. What is't. Look you. come from the grave To tell us this. How say you then? Would heart of man once think it? But you'll be secret? Both. There's no offence. Mar. Lord Hamlet! Hor. my lord. Heaven secure him! Ham. Hor. my lord? Mar. Hor. Hor. heartily. I am sorry they offend you. we will not. Mar. Mar. Nay. I'll go pray. (within) My lord. but there is. No. Now to my word: It is 'Adieu. damned villain! My tables! Meet it is I set it down That one may smile. my lord? We will. Ham. come. Ham. by heaven! Mar. For your desire to know what is between us. My lord.

or this head-shake. Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Swear. shall not lack.] Ham.' Or such ambiguous giving out. gentlemen. Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase. Hor. truepenny? Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage.this is not to do. come. my lord. The time is out of joint. [beneath] Swear. Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground. indeed. Ham. Aha boy. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. gentlemen. my lord. We have sworn. Swear by my sword. God willing. but this is wondrous strange! Ham. That you. Ham. Ghost. Come hither.' Or 'If we list to speak. say'st thou so? Art thou there. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do t' express his love and friending to you. O day and night. With arms encumb'red thus.' or 'There be. Ham. old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast? A worthy pioner! Once more remove. Swear. Ham. so help you mercy.' or 'We could.Ham. Ghost. as before. Never to speak of this that you have seen. an if they might. [beneath] Swear by his sword. let's go together. Let us go in together. Indeed. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. an if we would. There are more things in heaven and earth. well. we know. at such times seeing me. Ghost. Propose the oath. good friends. Upon my sword. rest. [beneath] Swear. How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself (As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on). Exeunt. Mar. And lay your hands again upon my sword. With all my love I do commend me to you." Hor. INC. perturbed spirit! So. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED . [They swear. upon my sword. As 'Well. Rest.. So grace and mercy at your most need help you. O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right! Nay. Ghost. Horatio. never. I pray. Ghost cries under the stage. already. And still your fingers on your lips. Consent to swear. Never to speak of this that you have heard: Swear by my sword. <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. Well said. Ham. never shall. to note That you know aught of me. But come! Here.

well said. be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence: 'Good sir. You shall do marvell's wisely. Elsinore. no. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. 'not well. Drabbing. What company. Reynaldo. And in part him. good Reynaldo. But.' Do you mark this.' you may say. Give him this money and these notes. here's my drift. some distant knowledge of him. And I believe it is a fetch of warrant. You laying these slight sullies on my son As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' th' working. fencing. Of general assault. my lord. Look you. come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it. Rey. And how. my lord. Rey.' or so. very well.' or 'gentleman'- . such wanton. You must not put another scandal on him.take heed of that. Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes The youth you breathe of guilty. and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son. Pol.COMMERCIALLY. Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris. That he is open to incontinency. Marry.>> Act II. My lord. Reynaldo? Rey. My lord. wild. Wherefore should you do this? Rey. my lord. The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind. my good lordPol. Marry. as you may season it in the charge. sir. Enter Polonius and Reynaldo. him you would sound. That's not my meaning. I will. But if't be he I mean. or drinking. Pol. marry. Take you. to make inquire Of his behaviour. Ay. sir. Rey. and there put on him What forgeries you please. and who. A savageness in unreclaimed blood. but. 'I know his father and his friends. swearing. Pol. Mark you. Before You visit him. and where they keep. You may go so far. I would know that. he's very wild Addicted so and so'. Pol. my lord. But breathe his faults so quaintly That they may seem the taints of liberty. Your party in converse. Faith. Rey. that would dishonour him. 'And in part him. Pol. Pol. Pol. As gaming. A room in the house of Polonius. Scene I. But. as 'twere. Ay. I did intend it. none so rank As may dishonour him. Ay. and usual slips As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. what means. Rey. at what expense. very well said. quarrelling. sir. or 'friend. As thus.

Pol. Ophelia? What's the matter? Oph. Pol. Lord Hamlet. and down-gyved to his ankle. Long stay'd he so. My lord. Shall you my son. fare ye well! Rey. What said he? Oph. have you not Rey.Ay. Enter Ophelia. My lord. or t'other day. By indirections find directions out. sir. I saw him yesterday.'a does. his knees knocking each other. my lord. does 'a this. I shall. So. Good my lord! [Going. He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk . Then goes he to the length of all his arm. Well. 'I saw him enter such a house of sale.According to the phrase or the addition Of man and countryRey. or perchance. Very good. Ungart'red. my lord. marry! He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman. With windlasses and with assays of bias.' at 'friend or so. or then. i' th' name of God I Oph. There was 'a gaming. I was about to say something! Where did I leave? Rey. My lord. He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. Rey. his stockings foul'd. At 'closes in the consequence'. a brothel. And let him ply his music. No hat upon his head. And thrice his head thus waving up and down. my lord. with his other hand thus o'er his brow. with his doublet all unbrac'd. But truly I do fear it. Pol. I do not know. He took me by the wrist and held me hard. Or then. With what. with such or such. You have me. And then. Observe his inclination in yourself. I have. Pol. and. At last.he comes before me. by my former lecture and advice. I have been so affrighted! Pol. a little shaking of mine arm. Mad for thy love? Oph. See you nowYour bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth. Pale as his shirt. Rey.' Videlicet. as you say. At 'closes in the consequence. And thus do we of wisdom and of reach. How now. Farewell! Exit Reynaldo. or so forth.What was I about to say? By the mass. there o'ertook in's rouse. And. Pol. And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors. as I was sewing in my closet. God b' wi' ye.' and gentleman. Pol.' Pol. my lord.] Pol. O my lord. There falling out at tennis'.

go we to the King. More than his father's death. This must be known. so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures. have you given him any hard words of late? Oph. What it should be. and to gather So much as from occasion you may glean. I did repel his letters and denied His access to me. And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres. Sith nor th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. my good lord. being of so young clays brought up with him. Welcome. Scene II. I am sorry. Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus That. which. That done. If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good will As to expend your time with us awhile For the supply and profit of our hope. Come. go with me. For out o' doors he went without their help And to the last bended their light on me. Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Pol. as you did command. open'd. Moreover that we much did long to see you. that thus hath put him So much from th' understanding of himself. Good gentlemen. I entreat you both That. I cannot dream of. being kept close. Exeunt. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation. [Enter King and Queen. This is the very ecstasy of love. A room in the Castle. I will go seek the King.And end his being. The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. King. So I call it. but. it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion. Flourish. What. And since so neighbour'd to his youth and haviour. I fear'd he did but trifle And meant to wrack thee. Elsinore. Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Pol. No. . lies within our remedy. but beshrew my jealousy! By heaven. cum aliis. he lets me go. he hath much talk'd of you. That hath made him mad. And with his head over his shoulder turn'd He seem'd to find his way without his eyes. Queen. Come. I am sorry that with better heed and judgment I had not quoted him. Come. dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time.

obeys. Say. he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. some of you. Thanks. Welcome. speak of that! That do I long to hear. Have I. King. Ay. age. my dear Gertrude. Thanks.that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. Queen. Both your Majesties Might. King. And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son. King. my good friends. Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! Queen. amen! Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. he sent out to suppress His nephew's levies. Queen. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. Voltemand. To be commanded.] He tells me. what from our brother Norway? Volt. Are joyfully return'd. we shall sift him. Enter Polonius. Guil. Well. Most fair return of greetings and desires.Go. Whereon old Norway. Receives rebuke from Norway. Pol. His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. Makes vow before his uncle never more To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty. Th' ambassadors from Norway. But better look'd into. Both to my God and to my gracious king. in fine. whereat griev'd. and. [Exit Polonius. Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. I doubt it is no other but the main. which he. Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee . I hold my duty as I hold my soul. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. my good lord. by the sovereign power you have of us. he truly found It was against your Highness. and Cornelius. O. Guil. in the full bent. which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack. my lord? Assure you. King. Pol. and bring them in. But we both obey.or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath us'd to do. my good liege. [with some Attendants]. Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz. Pol. To lay our service freely at your feet. overcome with joy. And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Enter Polonius. King. Voltemand. That so his sickness. and impotence Was falsely borne in hand. Thyself do grace to them. And here give up ourselves. in brief. Thou still hast been the father of good news. sends out arrests On Fortinbras. Upon our first.. And I do think.Ros.

Mad let us grant him then. Queen. What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go.'That's an ill phrase. Came this from Hamlet to her? Pol. Most welcome home! Exeunt Ambassadors. to define true madness. That he is mad. and my soul's idol. believe it. night is night. and the remainder thus. A foolish figure! But farewell it. for. Therefore.' Queen. Doubt truth to be a liar. to expostulate What majesty should be. since brevity is the soul of wit. [Reads. More matter. I will be faithful. Madam. and think upon this business. I will be brief. And at our more consider'd time we'll read.] 'Doubt thou the stars are fire. Were nothing but to waste night. Hath given me this. herein further shown. and surmise. Thus it remains. the most beautified Ophelia. Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour. O most best. For this effect defective comes by cause. Adieu. Mad call I it. Who in her duty and obedience. the cause of this defect. Why day is day. mark. 'beautified' is a vile phrase. Now gather. But never doubt I love. and madam.] That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise. Perpend. And pity 'tis 'tis true. Pol. My liege. And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes. Answer. King. This business is well ended. But you shall hear. On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. Thus: [Reads. what duty is. I swear I use no art at all. Pol. Good madam. So levied as before. a vile phrase. and time is time. against the Polack. With an entreaty. And now remains That we find out the cause of this effectOr rather say. 'To the celestial. and time. stay awhile. I have not art to reckon my groans. I have a daughter (have while she is mine). for I will use no art. . &c. with less art. 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity. these.And his commission to employ those soldiers. Doubt that the sun doth move. [Reads] the letter. I am ill at these numbers. Go to your rest. day. It likes us well.] 'In her excellent white bosom. at night we'll feast together. 'O dear Ophelia. [Gives a paper. but that I love thee best. Your noble son is mad.

Pol. King. whilst this machine is to him. Be you and I behind an arras then. Not that I know. But keep a farm and carters. As of a man faithful and honourable. All given to mine ear. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Or look'd upon this love with idle sight? What might you think? No. When I had seen this hot love on the wing (As I perceiv'd it. think. what might you. And he not from his reason fall'n thereon Let me be no assistant for a state. she took the fruits of my advice. if this be otherwise. We will try it. King. [points to his head and shoulder] Take this from this. If circumstances lead me. But how hath she Receiv'd his love? Pol. If I had play'd the desk or table book. and. I will find Where truth is hid. Enter Hamlet. What do you think of me? King.' And then I prescripts gave her. Queen.' This. This must not be. though it were hid indeed Within the centre. Mark the encounter.' When it prov'd otherwise.I would fain know thatThat I have Positively said ''Tis so. So he does indeed. and place. That she should lock herself from his resort. a short tale to make. Into the madness wherein now he raves. Hath there been such a time. HAMLET. Away. most dear lady. You know sometimes he walks four hours together Here in the lobby. King. Queen. As they fell out by time. Thence to a watch. And all we mourn for.? King. Fell into a sadness. hath his solicitings. I went round to work And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: 'Lord Hamlet is a prince. reading on a book. Admit no messengers. by this declension. Or given my heart a winking. receive no tokens. Pol. repulsed. If he love her not. Which done. I would fain prove so. by means. in obedience. both away . At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him. And more above. it may be.'Thine evermore. mute and dumb. I must tell you that. King. How may we try it further? Pol. then into a fast. Pol. And he. Pol. Thence to a lightness. Do you think 'tis this? Queen. I do beseech you. But what might you think. Before my daughter told me). out of thy star. Pol. hath my daughter shown me. Or my dear Majesty your queen here. very like. thence into a weakness.

my lord? Ham. [to Polonius] God save you. Excellent well. Rosencrantz! Good lads. Ham. [with Attendants]. To be honest. Ham. like a crab. Into my grave? Pol. and that they have a plentiful lack of wit. Words. My most dear lord! Ham. I will most humbly take my leave of you.Have you a daughter? Pol. words. I have. Slanders. [aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards. for you yourself. Exeunt King and Queen. should be old as I am if. Guil. yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down. [Aside] How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on. He is far gone. Pol.My honourable lord. how do ye both? Ros. All which. except my life. Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. sir! Exit [Polonius]. that is out o' th' air. Ham.. Pol. Friend.What do you read. Not I. There he is. I will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter. Between who? Pol. Well. Ham. being a god kissing carrion. my lord? Ham. You are a fishmonger. my lord. my lord? Ham. Guildenstern? Ah. As the indifferent children of the earth. You cannot. I mean.except my life.very near this. Ay. Honest. look to't. Pol. Pol. Let her not walk i' th' sun.Will You walk out of the air. Pol. together with most weak hams. Pol. Then I would you were so honest a man. as this world goes. except my life. that their faces are wrinkled. Fare you well. give me leave. my lord. What is the matter. far gone! And truly in my youth I suff'red much extremity for love. sir. sir. take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal. my lord. the matter that you read. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum. Ham. Ros. Pol. Do you know me. sir. my lord? Ham. Ham. Yet he knew me not at first. but not as your daughter may conceive. God-a-mercy. my lord? Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thou. Conception is a blessing. These tedious old fools! Pol. my lord. Indeed. though I most powerfully and potently believe. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog. which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. my lord. is to be one man pick'd out of ten thousand. yet there is a method in't. How does my good Lord Hamlet? Ham. you could go backward. My honour'd lord! Ros. sir. sir. O. . I'll speak to him again.. [aside] Though this be madness. Pol. He said I was a fishmonger.I'll board him presently. That's very true. words.

for. in which there are many confines. which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come. Denmark's a prison. Ham. my good friends. my lord. no other occasion. Ros. Ros. anything. my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. and there is a kind of confession in your looks. What should we say. my lord. We think not so. but I thank you. her privates we. None. to speak to you like an honest man. and dungeons. wards. But in the beaten way of friendship. deal justly with me. Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Ham. but that the world's grown honest. Nor the soles of her shoe? Ros. To visit you. I am even poor in thanks. Ham. To what end. That you must teach me. by the obligation of our ever-preserved love. my lord? Ham. Guil. O God. deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison hither? Guil. Ham. Both. were it not that I have bad dreams. and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. Happy in that we are not over-happy. dear friends. whether you were sent for or no. Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a strumpet. Ros. You were sent for. What have you.Guil. Which dreams indeed are ambition. Ros. Ham. then your ambition makes it one. Ham. Denmark being one o' th' worst. come! Nay. Truly. my lord. Why. Let me question more in particular. Faith. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you. I cannot reason. Ham. and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal. Beggar that I am. Ham. Why. or in the middle of her favours? Guil. my lord. Then is the world one. Come. I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space. We'll wait upon you. by my fay. for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. A dream itself is but a shadow. Prison. Ham. Ros. On Fortune's cap we are not the very button. 'Tis too narrow for your mind. what make you at Elsinore? Ros. A goodly one.but to th' purpose. [aside to Guildenstern] What say you? . Ham. Neither. Shall we to th' court? for. What news ? Ros. my lord? Ham. by the consonancy of our youth. Ros. Then are our beggars bodies. I am most dreadfully attended. speak. my lord? Ham. But let me conjure you by the rights of our fellowship. Why. No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my servants. Guil. then 'tis none to you. for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. and our monarchs and outstretch'd heroes the beggars' shadows. To me it is a prison. Then you live about her waist. and sure. be even and direct with me.

My lord. little eyases. this majestical roof fretted with golden fire. my lord. the air. Ham. it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.no. and the lady shall say her mind freely. or the blank verse shall halt fort. we were sent for. the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me.but wherefore I know not. sir. the humorous man shall end his part in peace.why. I have an eye of you. there has been much to do on both sides. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world. [aside] Nay then. To think. both in reputation and profit. if they should grow themselves to common players (as it is most like. Ham.lost all my mirth. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so follow'd? Ros. Nay. These are now the fashion.Ham. the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' th' sere. No indeed are they not. Ros. He that plays the king shall be welcome. it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame. their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their own succession. Even those you were wont to take such delight in. but there is. for a while. What players are they? Ros. Why did you laugh then. if their means are no better). Ros. Ham. an eyrie of children. and indeed. Ham. seems to me a sterile promontory. What.his Majesty shall have tribute of me. the earth. the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target. the tragedians of the city. nor woman neither. Ham. and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no feather. I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation. no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the question. Ham.If you love me. Guil. I have of late. there was no such stuff in my thoughts. was better both ways. Ham. . How comes it? Do they grow rusty? Ros. Faith. their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace. Ros. How chances it they travel? Their residence. We coted them on the way. and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy. look you. I will tell you why. and so berattle the common stages (so they call them) that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goosequills and dare scarce come thither. that cry out on the top of question and are most tyrannically clapp'd fort.. this most excellent canopy. So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery. though by your smiling you seem to say so. when I said 'Man delights not me'? Ros. hold not off. My lord. There was. this brave o'erhanging firmament. and hither are they coming to offer you service. are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards. the lover shall not sigh gratis. forgone all custom of exercises. what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you. if you delight not in man.

pastoral. 'Sblood. Ham. pastoral-comical. my lord? Ham. But my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceiv'd. my lord. Pol. lest my extent to the players (which I tell you must show fairly outwards) should more appear like entertainment than yours. either for tragedy. nor Plautus too light. fifty. The best actors in the world. for my uncle is King of Denmark. My lord. The actors are come hither. Hark you. Am I not i' th' right. Ham. O. that they do. If you call me Jephthah. Well be with you.' Pol. .and you too. Ham. Enter Polonius. come! Th' appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. my lord. In what.at each ear a hearer! That great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling clouts. Ham.You say right. For the law of writ and the liberty. Guil. judge of Israel. gentlemen! Ham. Do the boys carry it away? Ros. Pol. scene individable. I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Seneca cannot be too heavy. O Jephthah. My lord. Ham. buzz! Pol. and those that would make mows at him while my father lived give twenty. Mark it. Ham. Pol. It is not very strange. You are welcome. tragical-comical-historical-pastoral. I have news to tell you. history. my dear lord? Ham. When Roscius was an actor in RomePol. or poem unlimited. comedy. if philosophy could find it out. tragical-historical. [aside] Still on my daughter. my lord. historical-pastoral. Buzz. for they say an old man is twice a child. old Jephthah? Pol. Guil. Ay. 'As by lot. there is something in this more than natural. Ham. Ham. I am but mad north-north-west. I have a daughter that I love passing well. Why. Upon my honourHam. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. there has been much throwing about of brains. you are welcome to Elsinore.Hercules and his load too. 'One fair daughter. a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little. forty. Gentlemen. The which he loved passing well.Ham. what a treasure hadst thou! Pol. What treasure had he. these are the only men. Ros. a Monday morning. Your hands. Let me comply with you in this garb. There are the players. Then came each actor on his assPol. Ham. and no more. I have news to tell you. sir. that follows not. you know. Guildenstern. Happily he's the second time come to them. God wot. Flourish for the Players. twas so indeed.' and then. What follows then. Why. my lord? Ham. Nay. Is't possible? Guil.

With eyes like carbuncles. daughters. all. You are welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers. with flaming top Stoops to his base. That lend a tyrannous and a damned light To their lord's murther. and with a hideous crash Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear.. Pyrrhus at Priam drives. my lord. as most like it was. with good accent and good discretion. Come.Masters. Play. Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets. nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of affectation. We'll have a speech straight. you are all welcome. begin at this line. One speech in't I chiefly lov'd. Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd With heraldry more dismal. Seeming to feel this blow. like a piece of uncurrent gold. horridly trick'd With blood of fathers. did the night resemble When he lay couched in the ominous horse. like th' Hyrcanian beast-' 'Tis not so.Welcome. but it was (as I receiv'd it. give us a taste of your quality. . well spoken. Pol. not above once. Com'st' thou to' beard me in Denmark?. For lo! his sword. and thereabout of it especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. as wholesome as sweet.O. my good lord? Ham.'It came to pass.' The first row of the pious chanson will show you more. Black as his purpose. And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore. Come. he whose sable arms. for look where my abridgment comes. and others. 1. and by very much more handsome than fine. What speech. fly at anything we see. my old friend? Why. 'Anon he finds him.What. masters. set down with as much modesty as cunning. welcome. it begins with Pyrrhus: 'The rugged Pyrrhus. Pray God your voice. Striking too short at Greeks. let me see: 'The rugged Pyrrhus. pleas'd not the million.. Rebellious to his arm. the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks. lies where it falls. I remember one said there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury.let me see. But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword Th' unnerved father falls. Repugnant to command. I heard thee speak me a speech once. or if it was. His antique sword. but it was never acted. Enter four or five Players.. but call'd it an honest method. Unequal match'd. a passionate speech. 'Twas AEneas' tale to Dido. be not crack'd within the ring. whose judgments in such matters cried in the top of mine) an excellent play. good friends. 1. If it live in your memory. 'twas caviary to the general. I remember. Fore God. Play. Then senseless Ilium. my young lady and mistress? By'r Lady.I am glad to see thee well. thy face is valanc'd since I saw thee last. mothers. Head to foot Now is be total gules. Roasted in wrath and fire. your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last by the altitude of a chopine. proceed you.' So. in rage strikes wide. for the play. sons.. well digested in the scenes.

as we often see. Ham. after Pyrrhus' pause. And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven. sirs. A blanket. threat'ning the flames With bisson rheum. had seen the mobled queen-' Ham. With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Now falls on Priam. and has tears in's eyes. thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods.Good my lord.' Pol. forg'd for proof eterne. He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry. And. whe'r he has not turn'd his colour. But. Say on. the rack stand still. with tongue in venom steep'd 'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd. We'll hear a play to-morrow. When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In Mincing with his sword her husband's limbs. So. And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall On Mars's armour. 1. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon. come to Hecuba. Pyrrhus stood. 'But who. The bold winds speechless. for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time. About her lank and all o'erteemed loins. I will use them according to their desert. The less they deserve. so. In general synod take away her power. 'Run barefoot up and down. 1. Out. out. . and the orb below As hush as death. Did nothing. Take them in. Come. Play. and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity. Aroused vengeance sets him new awork. Ham.Prithee say on. Look. seem'd i' th' air to stick. God's bodykins. 'Tis well. 'The mobled queen'? Pol. Ham. The instant burst of clamour that she made (Unless things mortal move them not at all) Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven And passion in the gods. Play. like a neutral to his will and matter. much better! Use every man after his desert. As low as to the fiends! Pol. the more merit is in your bounty. Follow him. will you see the players well bestow'd? Do you hear? Let them be well us'd. My lord. But if the gods themselves did see her then. Pol. After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. Pol. and for a robe. Prithee no more! Ham. against some storm. or he sleeps.. Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel. man.Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam. This is too long. friends. A silence in the heavens. That's good! 'Mobled queen' is good. It shall to the barber's. as a painted tyrant. Exeunt Polonius and Players [except the First]. with your beard. in the alarm of fear caught upWho this had seen. a clout upon that head Where late the diadem stood. O who.anon the dreadful thunder Doth rend the region.

Follow that lord. Could force his soul so to his own conceit That. We'll ha't to-morrow night. from her working. in a dream of passion. what an ass am I! This is most brave. and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears. Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell. God b' wi' ye! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Now I am alone. Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech. But in a fiction. Ham. vengeance! Why. my lord. kindless villain! O. Yet I. Very well. [Exit First Player. Upon whose property and most dear life A damn'd defeat was made. Ham. Confound the ignorant. O what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here. A dull and muddy-mettled rascal. A broken voice. lecherous. study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines which I would set down and insert in't. Must (like a whore) unpack my heart with words And fall a-cursing like a very drab. Ay. You could. And can say nothing! No. ha? 'Swounds. Make mad the guilty and appal the free. for a need. I have heard . not for a king. Good my lord! Ham. all his visage wann'd. old friend? Can you play 'The Murther of Gonzago'? 1. Bloody bawdy villain! Remorseless. treacherous. and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him.] My good friends. or he to Hecuba. my lord. Play.and look you mock him not. Play. unpregnant of my cause. my brain! Hum. That I. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by th' nose? gives me the lie i' th' throat As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this. I'll leave you till night. so.Dost thou hear me. distraction in's aspect. A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About. or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal. Tears in his eyes. I should take it! for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall To make oppression bitter. Ay. That he should weep for her? What would he do. Ay. You are welcome to Elsinore. the son of a dear father murther'd. could you not? 1. Ros. peak Like John-a-dreams.

The spirit that I have seen May be a devil. I'll have grounds More relative than this. though it have no tongue. Of these we told him. And can you by no drift of circumstance Get from him why he puts on this confusion. INC. it so fell out that certain players We o'erraught on the way. Elsinore.>> ACT III. I'll tent him to the quick. But from what cause he will by no means speak. but of our demands Most free in his reply. 'Tis most true. And. they have already order This night to play before him. Queen. <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY.. With all my heart. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. Did he receive you well? Ros. I'll have these Players Play something like the murther of my father Before mine uncle. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF ILLINOIS BENEDICTINE COLLEGE WITH PERMISSION. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded. and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy. Ros. I'll observe his looks. Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? Ros. Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions. I know my course. For murther. If he but blench. King. Queen. Exit. Madam. But with a crafty madness keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. and it doth much content me To hear him so inclin'd. will speak With most miraculous organ. Guil. Rosencrantz. Niggard of question. The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. But with much forcing of his disposition.That guilty creatures. He does confess he feels himself distracted. and Lords. Polonius. Ophelia. Enter King. Guil. and the devil hath power T' assume a pleasing shape. . Did you assay him To any pastime? Ros. as I think. As he is very potent with such spirits. A room in the Castle. Guildenstern. And he beseech'd me to entreat your Majesties To hear and see the matter. Pol. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. Queen. King. And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it. They are here about the court. Scene I. yea. Abuses me to damn me. Most like a gentleman. sitting at a play. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY.

perchance to dream: ay. as he is behav'd. Queen.. And by opposing end them.Good gentlemen.to sleep. Ophelia. Must give us pause. That thus he suffers for. or no. To sleep. that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The Devil himself. so please you. That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness.that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.We are oft to blame in this. I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness.[To Ophelia] Read on this book..Gracious. or not to be.] Pol. Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. To both your honours. Enter Hamlet. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time. To be. and by a sleep to say we end The heartache. We may of their encounter frankly judge And gather by him. The pangs of despis'd love. Oph. seeing unseen. the proud man's contumely. Let's withdraw. my lord. Ophelia. For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither. [Exit Queen. [aside] O. Th' oppressor's wrong. King. King. the law's delay. So shall I hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again.to sleepNo more. and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. may here Affront Ophelia. my lord. leave us too. walk you here. Madam. Her father and myself (lawful espials) Will so bestow ourselves that. Ros. We shall. The insolence of office. To die. beautied with plast'ring art. Ham.. I hear him coming. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. and the spurns . Exeunt King and Polonius]. That he. give him a further edge And drive his purpose on to these delights. as 'twere by accident. We will bestow ourselves. I shall obey you. O heavy burthen! Pol. 'tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek. To die. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. If't be th' affliction of his love. there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil. 'Tis too much prov'd. I wish it may. And for your part. Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word. Sweet Gertrude.

Nymph. well. crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all. Ay. well. Ha. There. ha! Are you honest? Oph. you made me believe so. but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I have remembrances of yours That I have longed long to re-deliver.. Oph. my lord. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Ham. I loved you not. you know right well you did. from whose bourn No traveller returns.That patient merit of th' unworthy takes. my lord. my lord. I am very proud. or time to act them in. Their perfume lost. for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. But that the dread of something after deathThe undiscover'd country. for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. I humbly thank you. Could beauty. have better commerce than with honesty? Ham. How does your honour for this many a day? Ham. And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought. with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear. My lord. What means your lordship? Ham. Are you fair? Oph. Ham. You should not have believ'd me. Ham. No. Take these again.Soft you now! The fair Ophelia!. Where's your father? . Oph. Indeed. Oph. believe none of us. imagination to give them shape. for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it.puzzles the will. ambitious. And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. not I! I never gave you aught. Good my lord. revengeful. My lord? Ham. To grunt and sweat under a weary life. That if you be honest and fair. Ham. well. This was sometime a paradox. your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. I was the more deceived. I did love you once. Oph. but now the time gives it proof. now receive them. in thy orisons Be all my sins rememb'red. I pray you. truly. My honour'd lord. Oph. And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd As made the things more rich. What should such fellows as I do. Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest. Oph.

To England send him. eye. If thou dost marry. That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy. Th' observ'd of all observers. that he may play the fool nowhere but in's own house. or confine him where . God hath given you one face. and countries different. and you lisp. you nickname God's creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. in the ear Of all their conference. Farewell.Oph. do as you please. There's something in his soul O'er which his melancholy sits on brood. But if you hold it fit. tongue. Like sweet bells jangled. To a nunnery. Oph. I'll no more on't! it hath made me mad. Let her be round with him. Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus From fashion of himself. O. go. Go. sword. and you make yourselves another. help him. I have in quick determination Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England For the demand of our neglected tribute. O. Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state. To a nunnery. Ham. I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice. what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's. farewell. well enough. Love? his affections do not that way tend. With variable objects. go. and quickly too. Oph. I say. Get thee to a nunnery. quite down! And I.My lord. If she find him not.. And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger. you sweet heavens! Ham. which for to prevent. Or if thou wilt needs marry. out of tune and harsh. for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. King. At home. thou shalt not escape calumny. my lord. You jig. We heard it all. you amble. Let the doors be shut upon him. Nor what he spake. Go to. scholar's. It shall do well.How now. we will have no moe marriages. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason. What think you on't? Pol. And I'll be plac'd so please you. Those that are married already. Oph.shall live. Ophelia? You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said. I have heard of your paintings too. That suck'd the honey of his music vows. shall expel This something-settled matter in his heart. woe is me T' have seen what I have seen. after the play Let his queen mother all alone entreat him To show his grief. marry a fool.all but one. as pure as snow. O. though it lack'd form a little. Exit. The glass of fashion and the mould of form. the rest shall keep as they are. Farewell. O heavenly powers. Haply the seas. see what I see! Enter King and Polonius. soldier's.quite.. of ladies most deject and wretched. Was not like madness. restore him! Ham. But yet do I believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love.

and that presently. sir. Go make you ready. [Exit Polonius. We will. for in the very torrent. trippingly on the tongue. the mirror up to nature. O. as 'twere. as I pronounc'd it to you. For there be of them that will themselves laugh. pagan. or come tardy off. they imitated humanity so abominably. Horatio! Enter Horatio. whose end. and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion.Your wisdom best shall think. Enter Hamlet and three of the Players. reform it altogether! And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them. and heard others praise. though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered. to very rags. . I would have such a fellow whipp'd for o'erdoing Termagant. neither having the accent of Christians. both at the first and now. Suit the action to the word. with this special observance. What. it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters. Ham. It out-herods Herod. Be not too tame neither. tempest. there be players that I have seen play. scorn her own image. as many of our players do. have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men. Ham. Rosencrantz. and Guildenstern. Exeunt they two. Bid the players make haste. but let your own discretion be your tutor. King. Ham. Elsinore. to split the cars of the groundlings. the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O. I pray you. It shall be so. I warrant your honour. my lord? Will the King hear this piece of work? Pol. hall in the Castle. How now. thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation cop'd withal. Horatio. Speak the speech. who (for the most part) are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. Player. but use all gently. though it make the unskilful laugh. thus. Enter Polonius. to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand. Player. sweet lord. I had as live the town crier spoke my lines. Ham. that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing. the word to the action. Exeunt. to hold. nor the gait of Christian. Ham. Ham. That's villanous and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. cannot but make the judicious grieve. was and is. that. Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. And the Queen too. my lord. Scene II. Now this overdone. and not made them well. to show Virtue her own feature. you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Here. Exeunt Players. But if you mouth it.] Will you two help to hasten them? Both. and that highly (not to speak it profanely). Pray you avoid it. nor man. at your service. and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Hor. ho. O. I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us.

do not think I flatter. Ay. I will pay the theft. And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. my dear lord! Ham. These words are not mine. in my heart of heart. I prithee. . Brutus kill'd me. If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing. of my father's death. That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? No. Queen. Which I have told thee. Give him heedful note. Hamlet. i' faith. promise-cramm'd. They are coming to the play. of the chameleon's dish. Ham. Rosencrantz. [Enter King.Hor. It is a damned ghost that we have seen. with the Guard carrying torches. No. O. King. that suffers nothing. Well. Nay. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. and I will wear him In my heart's core. And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Be the players ready. Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe my uncle. For thou hast been As one. And scape detecting. What did you enact? Pol. For what advancement may I hope from thee. As I do thee. I have nothing with this answer. How fares our cousin Hamlet? Ham. and other Lords attendant. you say? Pol. Guildenstern. my lord. Sound a flourish. That did I. Something too much of this I There is a play to-night before the King. Excellent. I was kill'd i' th' Capitol. They stay upon your patience. Get you a place. Ros. her election Hath scald thee for herself. [To Polonius] My lord. ay. A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks. For I mine eyes will rivet to his face. and was accounted a good actor. Ham. and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. [Enter Trumpets and Kettledrums. Ham. One scene of it comes near the circumstance. my lord. I must be idle. Ophelia. I did enact Julius Caesar. in suff'ring all. I eat the air. And after we will both our judgments join In censure of his seeming. Give me that man That is not passion's slave. you play'd once i' th' university. Hor. my lord. Polonius. King. when thou seest that act afoot. If his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish. nor mine now. let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp. Danish march. You cannot feed capons so. Ham.

or else shall he suffer not thinking on. Oph. seem to condole with her. they'll tell all. Enter Prologue. my lord. The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes. For us. 'Tis brief. by'r Lady. with the hobby-horse. Oph. I? Oph. my lord? Ham. your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks. or the posy of a ring? Oph. The dumb show enters. comes in again. . seeing him asleep.Queen. for O. Oph. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts. Ham. She. [to the King] O. the Queen embracing him and he her. and makes passionate action. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. my dear Hamlet. and for our tragedy. Will he tell us what this show meant? Ham. pours poison in the sleeper's ears.] Oph. We beg your hearing patiently. Here's metal more attractive. Ham. As woman's love. my lord. [Exit. my lord. you are naught! I'll mark the play. Marry. let the devil wear black. Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly. ho! do you mark that? Ham. Ham. He lays him down upon a bank of flowers. The Queen returns. shall I lie in your lap? [Sits down at Ophelia's feet. You are naught. The dead body is carried away. Pol. finds the King dead. he must build churches then. Is this a prologue. Who. Nay 'tis twice two months. kisses it. What means this. for I'll have a suit of sables. he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Ay. she seems harsh and unwilling awhile. Ham. leaves him. this is miching malhecho. Nothing. No. good mother. my lord. Ham. Ham. So long? Nay then. Do you think I meant country matters? Oph. But. my lord. He takes her up. O God.] Ham. We shall know by this fellow. sit by me. and declines his head upon her neck. the hobby-horse is forgot!' Hautboys play. my head upon your lap? Oph. Oph. Pro. I mean. whose epitaph is 'For O. and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. takes off his crown. Lady. and my father died within 's two hours. Ham. What is. Oph. Be not you asham'd to show. Ay. my lord. and makes show of protestation unto him. it means mischief. No. You are merry. O heavens! die two months ago. I think nothing. Anon comes in a fellow. She kneels. Belike this show imports the argument of the play. my lord. Ham. Ay. Come hither. but in the end accepts his love. The players cannot keep counsel. my lord? Ham. Here stooping to your clemency. Ham. Exeunt. Oph. Oph. and leaves him. or any show that you'll show him.

[aside] Wormwood. Purpose is but the slave to memory. Where love is great. The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. So far from cheer and from your former state. My operant powers their functions leave to do. Ham. Whether love lead fortune. proof hath made you know. grief doth most lament. or else fortune love. like fruit unripe. and Hymen did our hands. it nothing must. But fill unshaken when they mellow be. That I distrust you. Where joy most revels. and haply one as kind For husband shalt thouQueen. Of violent birth. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground. The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift. King. Most necessary 'tis that we forget To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt. A second time I kill my husband dead When second husband kisses me in bed. I do believe you think what now you speak. Now what my love is. sticks on the tree. but poor validity. And hitherto doth love on fortune tend. I must leave thee. For 'tis a question left us yet to prove. And who in want a hollow friend doth try. on slender accident. you mark his favourite flies. King. joy grieves. Faith. or in extremity. For who not needs shall never lack a friend. but none of love. Since love our hearts. The passion ending. King. In neither aught. For women's fear and love holds quantity. What to ourselves in passion we propose. confound the rest! Such love must needs be treason in my breast. Yet. So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o'er ere love be done! But woe is me! you are so sick of late. And as my love is siz'd. Unite comutual in most sacred bands. the littlest doubts are fear. doth the purpose lose. my fear is so. Which now. . O. Queen. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures with themselves destroy. And thirty dozed moons with borrowed sheen About the world have times twelve thirties been. love. Discomfort you. nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. When second husband let me be accurst! None wed the second but who killed the first. But what we do determine oft we break. Grief joys. belov'd.Enter [two Players as] King and Queen. Honour'd. The great man down. and shortly too. Where little fears grow great. great love grows there. wormwood! Queen. my lord. And thou shalt live in this fair world behind. though I distrust. This world is not for aye.

Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife. And never come mischance between us twain! Exit. His name's Gonzago. Madam. nor heaven light.Directly seasons him his enemy. Ham. Queen. Sweet. leave me here awhile. it touches us not. how? Tropically. ever I be wife! Ham. Still better. Oph. Ham. but what o' that? Your Majesty. and time agreeing. Pox. no! They do but jest. nephew to the King. My spirits grow dull. King.' Marry. I could interpret between you and your love. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't? Ham. To desperation turn my trust and hope. Enter Lucianus. hands apt. Thou mixture rank. Our thoughts are ours.Begin. methinks. my lord. The lady doth protest too much. Luc. Ham. poison in jest. once a widow. and it destroy. He poisons him i' th' garden for's estate. So you must take your husbands. Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown. our withers are unwrung. drugs fit. Gonzago is the duke's name. Ham. orderly to end where I begun. O. how like you this play? Queen. But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. Thoughts black. and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep. You . and written in very choice Italian. If she should break it now! King. Oph. Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Meet what I would have well. and we that have free souls. This is one Lucianus. This play is the image of a murther done in Vienna. Pours the poison in his ears. With Hecate's ban thrice blasted. Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurp immediately. their ends none of our own. of midnight weeds collected. and begin! Come. no offence i' th' world. 'Tis deeply sworn. Confederate season. thrice infected. 'The Mousetrap. So think thou wilt no second husband wed. But. If. his wife. An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope. 'Tis a knavish piece of work. You are keen. Baptista. my lord. Oph. Nor earth to me give food. the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. murtherer. leave thy damnable faces. Sport and repose lock from me day and night. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. Ham. if I could see the puppets dallying. and worse. [He] sleeps. Ham. but she'll keep her word. Sleep rock thy brain. Queen. The story is extant. you are keen. Let the gall'd jade winch. else no creature seeing. What do you call the play? Ham. King.. You are as good as a chorus. No. You shall see anon.

pronounce. Sir. Ham.shall see anon how the murtherer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. sir? Guil. if not. Give me some light! Awa