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Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer:
Not know my voice! O time's extremity, Hast thou so crack dand 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 lamp some fading glimmer left; My dull deaf ears a little use to hear: All these old witnesses,-I cannot err,Tell me, thou art my son, Antipholus.
§ 4. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. SHAKSPEARE.
A laudable Ambition for Fame and true Conquest described.
King. LET Fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
And make us heirs of all eternity.
The mind shall banquet tho' the body pine-
Dumain. My loving lord, Dumain is mortiThe grosser manner of the world's delights [fied; He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves→→→ To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die: With all these living in philosophy.
Vanity of Pleasures.
Why, all delights are vain: but that most vain,
Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,
Save base authority from others' books:
Too much to know, is to know nought but fame, And every godfather can give a naine.
So study evermore is overshot;
While it doth study to have what it would,
An envious sneaping frost,
A conceited Courtier, or Man of Compliments. Our court, you know, is haunted
With a refined traveller of Spain;
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
For interim to our studies, shall relate
Biron, Armado is a most illustrious wight, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. Beauty.
My beauty though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, Not uttered by base sale of chapmen's tongues. A Wit.
In Normandy saw I this Longaville: A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well: The only foil of his fair virtue's gloss (If virtue's gloss will stain with any foil) Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; Whose edge hath pow'r to cut, whose will still wills
It should none spare that come within his power. Pri. Some merry mocking lord, be like: is'tso! Mar. They say so most, that most his humors know.
[grow. Pri. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they A Merry Man.
A merrier man,
A Comical Description of Cupid or Love.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh:
This Signior Julio's giant dwarf, Dan Cupid,
Of trotting 'paritors: (O my little heart)
And wear his colours! like a tumbler's hoop!
But come, the bow:-Now mercy goes to kill,
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapor is;
On a day (alack the day!)
Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear
-Who sees the heavenly Rosalind,
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,
Why universal plodding prisons up
When would you, my liege-or you—or you-
As wit turn'd fool: folly in wisdom hatch'd,
Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess
As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strange a note, As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote: Since all the power thereof it doth apply, To prore by wit, worth in simplicity.
Keenness of Women's Tongues. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; Above the sense of sense, so sensible Seemeth their conference; their conceit hath wings
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
Ladies mask'd and unmask'd. Fair ladies mask'd are roses in the bud; Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
A Lord Chamberlain or Gentleman Usher. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease; And utters it again when God doth please : He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares At wakes, and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs. And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Have not the grace to grace it with such show. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; Had he been Adam he had tempted Eve. He can carve too, and lisp: Why this is he That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy; This is the ape of form, Monsieur the nice, That when he plays at tables, chides the dice In honorable terms: nay, he can sing A mean most meanly; and in ushering Mend him who can: the ladies call him sweet; The stairs as he treads on them kiss his feet. This is the flower that smiles on every one, To show his teeth as white as whale his bone: And consciences that will not die in debt, Pay him the due of honey-tongu'd Boyet.
See where it comes! Behaviour, what wert thou Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou
Elegant Compliment to a Lady. Fair, gentle, sweet, [greet Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we With eyes best seeing Heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light: your capacity Is of that nature, as to your huge store [poor. Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but Humble Zeal to please. [how; That sport best pleases that doth least know When zeal strives to content, and the contents Die in the zeal of that which it presents, Their form confounded makes most form in mirth, [birth. When great things laboring perish in their The Effects of Love.
For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, [mors Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our huEven to the opposed end of our intents; And what in us hath seem'd ridiculousAs love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain; Form'd by the eye; and therefore like the eye, Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every vary'd object in his glance:
Trial of Love.
If this austere, insociable life Change not your offer made in heat of blood; If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, But that it bear this trial, and last love; Then, at the expiration of the year, Come challenge me.
Jest and Jester.
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron, Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; Full of comparisons, and wounding flouts; Which you on all estates will execute, That lie within the mercy of your wit: [brain To weed this wormwood from your fruitful And therewithal to win me, if you please, (Without the which I am not to be won) [day, You shall this twelvemonth term, from day to Visit the speechless sick, and still converse With groaning wretches: and your task shall With all the fierce endeavour of your wit, [be, T'enforce the pained impotent to smile.
Bir. To move wild laughter in the throat
It cannot be, it is impossible:
Ros. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
Do paint the meadows with delight:
Cuckow! Cuckow! O word of fear,
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks :
Cuckow! Cuckow! O word of fear,
§ 5. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. SHAKSPEARE.
Virtue given to be exerted.
THERE is a kind of character in thy life, That, to the observer, doth thy history Fully unfold: thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. Heav'n doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike [touch'd As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely But to fine issues: nor nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Dislike of Popularity.
But do not like to stage ine to their eyes:
Thus can the demi-god authority
The Consequence of Liberty indulged. Lucio. Why how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraint?
Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, As surfeit is the father of much fast, [liberty: So every scope, by the immoderate use, Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, Like rats that raven down their proper bane, A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die. Neglected Laws.
This new governor Awakes me all th' enrolled penalties, Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by
So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,
My holy Sir, none better knows than you How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd: And held in idle price to haunt assemblies Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps.
Licentiousness the Consequence of unexecuted Laws.
We have strict statutes, and most biting laws,
[steeds), (The needful bits and curbs to headstrong Which for these nineteen years we have let sleep; Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey: now as fond fathers Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children's sight For terror, not for use; in time the rod Becomes more mock'd than fear'd; so our decrees,
Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead;
Pardon the Sanction of Wickedness.
A severe saint-like Governor.
Lord Angelo is precise: Stands at a guard with envy: scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone: heuce shall we see, If pow'r change purpose, what our seemers be. A Virgin addressed. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek-roses Proclaim you are no less!
A Religious profest.
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted; By your renouncement, an immortal spirit, And to be talk'd with in sincerity, As with a saint.
Your brother and his lover have embrac'd: As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time,
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foyson; so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry. School-fellows.
Luc. Is she your cousin? [their names, Isab. Adoptedly, as schoolmaids change By vain though apt affection. Resolution.
Our doubts are traitors;
And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
The Prayers of Maidens effectual. Go to lord Angelo,
And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel,
All their petitions are as freely theirs
All Men frail.
And you as he, you would have slipt like him, But he, like you, would not have been so sternThe Duty of mutual Forgiveness.
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once,
Angelo. We must not make a scare-crow of But judge you as you are? Oh! think on that:
Setting it up to scare the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch and not their terror.
Esca. Ay, but yet
Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall, and bruise to death: alas! this
And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Isab. To-morrow! O, that's sudden! spare him, spare him:
[kitchens gen-We kill the fowl of season; shall we serve HeaHe's not prepar'd for death! Even for our
Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Let but your honor know,
(Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue) That in the working of your own affections, Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing,
Or that the resolute acting of your blood Could have attain'd th' effect of your own
Whether you had not some time in your life Err'd in this point, which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you.
Angelo. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, EsAnother thing to fall. I not deny, [calus, The jury, passing on the pris'ner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try; what's open made To justice, that justice seizes. What know the laws [pregnant, That thieves do pass on thieves? Tis very The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, Because we see it; but what we do not de, We tread upon, and never think of it. You may not so extenuate his offence, For I have had such faults: but rather tell me, When I that censure him do so offend, Let mine own judgement pattern out my death, And nothing come in partial.
Mercy frequently mistaken.. Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Not to be too hasty in Actions irremediable. Under your good correction I have seen When, after execution, judgement hath Repented o'er his doom.
Bad Actions already condemned, the Actors to be punished
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done: Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor.
Mercy in Governors recommended. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. If he had been as you,
With less respect than we do minister [ven To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you;
Who is it that hath dy'd for this offence?
Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept;
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
The Privilege of Authority.
We cannot weigh our brother with ourself. Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.