A father cruel and a stepdame false,
1.7.3594A foolish suitor to a wedded lady
1.7.4595That hath her husband banished -- oh, that husband,
1.7.5596My supreme crown of grief, and those repeated
1.7.6597Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen
1.7.7598As my two brothers, happy; but most miserable
1.7.8599Is the desire that's glorious. Blessed be those,
1.7.9600How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
1.7.10601Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!
Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome
Comes from my lord with letters. Change you, madam:
And greets Your Highness dearly. Thanks, good sir;
All of her that is out of door, most rich;
1.7.18611If she be furnished with a mind so rare,
1.7.20613Have lost the wager. Boldness, be my friend;
1.7.21614Arm me, audacity, from head to foot,
1.7.22615Or like the Parthian I shall flying fight --
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He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most
619infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your
620trust.
1.7.28622But even the very middle of my heart
1.7.29623Is warmed by th'rest, and takes it thankfully.
1.7.30624You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
1.7.31625Have words to bid you, and shall find it so
In all that I can do. Thanks, fairest lady.
1.7.33628What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes
1.7.34629To see this vaulted arch and the rich crop
1.7.35630Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
1.7.36631The fiery orbs above and the twinned stones
1.7.37632Upon th'unnumbered beach, and can we not
1.7.38633Partition make with spectacles so precious
'Twixt fair and foul? What makes your admiration?
It cannot be i'th' eye, for apes and monkeys
1.7.41637'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and
1.7.42638Condemn with mows the other; nor i'th' judgment,
1.7.43639For idiots in this case of favor would
1.7.44640Be wisely definite; nor i'th' appetite:
1.7.45641Sluttery to such neat excellence opposed
What is the matter, trow?
What is the matter, trow? The cloyèd will,
1.7.49646That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub
1.7.50647Both filled and running, ravening first the lamb,
Longs after for the garbage. What, dear sir,
Thus raps you? Are you well? Thanks, madam, well. -- [To Pisanio]
1.7.53Beseech you, sir,
652desire my man's abode,
1.7.54Where I did leave him;
653he's strange and peevish.
I was going, sir,
655to give him welcome.
Continues well my lord?
657His health, beseech you?
Well, madam.
Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is.
Exceeding pleasant. None a stranger there
1.7.61661So merry and so gamesome; he is called
The Briton Reveler. When he was here
1.7.63664He did incline to sadness and oft-times
Not knowing why. I never saw him sad.
1.7.65667There is a Frenchman his companion, one
1.7.66668An eminent monsieur, that it seems much loves
1.7.68670The thick sighs from him whiles the jolly Briton,
1.7.69671Your lord I mean, laughs from's free lungs, cries, "Oh,
1.7.70672Can my sides hold, to think that man who knows
1.7.71673By history, report, or his own proof
1.7.72674What woman is -- yea, what she cannot choose
1.7.73675But must be, will's free hours languish for
Assurèd bondage?" Will my lord say so?
Aye, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter.
1.7.77680And hear him mock the Frenchman.
681But heavens know
1.7.78Some men are much to blame.
Some men are much to blame. Not he, I hope.
Not he;
684but yet Heaven's bounty towards him might
1.7.80685Be used more thankfully. In himself 'tis much;
1.7.81686In you, which I account his, beyond all talents.
1.7.82687Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too. What do you pity, sir?
Two creatures heartily.
Two creatures heartily. Am I one, sir?
1.7.85692You look on me. What wrack discern you in me
Deserves your pity? Lamentable! What,
1.7.87695To hide me from the radiant sun and solace
I'th' dungeon by a snuff? I pray you, sir,
1.7.89698Deliver with more openness your answers
That others do --
1.7.92701I was about to say, "enjoy your --" but
1.7.93702It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on't. You do seem to know
1.7.95705Something of me or what concerns me; pray you,
1.7.96706Since doubting things go ill often hurts more
1.7.97707Than to be sure they do (for certainties
1.7.98708Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,
1.7.99709The remedy then borne), discover to me
What both you spur and stop. Had I this cheek
1.7.101712To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
1.7.102713Whose every touch would force the feeler's soul
1.7.103714To th' oath of loyalty; this object, which
1.7.104715Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
1.7.105716Firing it only here; should I, damned then,
1.7.106717Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
1.7.107718That mount the Capitol, join grips with hands
1.7.108719Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood as
1.7.111722That's fed with stinking tallow, it were fit
1.7.112723That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt. My lord, I fear,
Has forgot Britain. And himself. Not I
1.7.116729The beggary of his change, but 'tis your graces
1.7.117730That from my mutest conscience to my tongue
Charms this report out. Let me hear no more.
O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
1.7.120734With pity that doth make me sick. A lady
1.7.122736Would make the great'st king double, to be partnered
1.7.123737With tomboys hired with that self exhibition
1.7.124738Which your own coffers yield; with diseased ventures
1.7.126740Which rottenness can lend Nature. Such boiled stuff
1.7.127741As well might poison poison. Be revenged,
1.7.128742Or she that bore you was no queen and you
Revenged?
1.7.131745How should I be revenged? If this be true --
1.7.132746As I have such a heart, that both mine ears
1.7.133747Must not in haste abuse -- if it be true,
How should I be revenged? Should he make me
1.7.135750Live like Diana's priest betwixt cold sheets
1.7.137752In your despite, upon your purse -- revenge it.
1.7.138753I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure,
1.7.139754More noble than that runagate to your bed,
1.7.140755And will continue fast to your affection,
Still close as sure. What ho, Pisanio?
Let me my service tender on your lips.
Away! I do condemn mine ears that have
1.7.144760So long attended thee. If thou wert honorable,
1.7.145761Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
1.7.146762For such an end thou seekst, as base as strange.
1.7.150766Thee and the devil alike. -- What ho, Pisanio? --
1.7.151767The King my father shall be made acquainted
1.7.152768Of thy assault. If he shall think it fit
1.7.157773He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio?
O happy Leonatus, I may say,
1.7.160776Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness,
1.7.161777Her assured credit. Blessed live you long,
1.7.163779Country called his, and you his mistress, only
1.7.164780For the most worthiest fit. Give me your pardon.
1.7.165781I have spoke this to know if your affiance
1.7.166782Were deeply rooted, and shall make your lord
1.7.167783That which he is, new o'er; and he is one
Half all men's hearts are his. You make amends.
He sits 'mongst men like a descended god;
1.7.173790More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
1.7.174791Most mighty princess, that I have adventured
1.7.175792To try your taking of a false report, which hath
1.7.176793Honored with confirmation your great judgment
1.7.178795Which you know cannot err. The love I bear him
1.7.179796Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made you,
1.7.180797Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray your pardon.
All's well, sir;
799take my power i'th' court for yours.
My humble thanks. I had almost forgot
1.7.183801T'entreat Your Grace but in a small request,
1.7.185803Your lord, myself, and other noble friends
Are partners in the business. Pray what is't?
Some dozen Romans of us and your lord,
1.7.188807The best feather of our wing, have mingled sums
1.7.190809Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
1.7.191810In France. 'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
1.7.192811Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
1.7.193812And I am something curious, being strange,
1.7.194813To have them in safe stowage. May it please you
To take them in protection? Willingly,
1.7.196816And pawn mine honor for their safety; since
1.7.197817My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bedchamber. They are in a trunk
1.7.200821To send them to you, only for this night;
I must aboard tomorrow. Oh, no, no.
Yes, I beseech, or I shall short my word
1.7.204826I crossed the seas on purpose and on promise
To see Your Grace. I thank you for your pains,
But not away tomorrow. Oh, I must, madam;
1.7.207831Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please
1.7.208832To greet your lord with writing, do't tonight.
1.7.209833I have outstood my time, which is material
To th' tender of our present. I will write.
1.7.211836Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept
1.7.212837And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.