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Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy no-
A local habitation and a name.

To join with men in scorning your poor friend? The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sex as well as I may chide you for it;
Though I alone do feel the injury.

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Thes. We will, fair queen, up to the mounAnd mark the musical confusion [tain's top, Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus
once,

When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the boar
With hounds of Sparta; never did I hear
Such gallant chiding. For, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, ev'ry region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry; I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Thes. My hounds are bred out of the Spar-
tan kind,

So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd, like Thessalian
bulls,
[bells,

Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never halloo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn.
Fairy Motion.

Then, my queen, in silence sad
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

Confused Remembrance.

These things seem small and undistinguishable,

Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

The Power of Imagination.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact :
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine phrensy rolling,
Doth glance from heav'n to earth, from earth
And, as imagination bodies forth [to heav'n,

Night.

Now the hungry lion roars,

[thing

And the wolf behowls the moon ;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fore-done.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his spright
In the church-yard paths to glide.
And we fairies that do run,

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house;
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

§ 9. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
SHAKSPEARE.

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It is the witness still of excellency,
To put a strange face on his own perfection.
A Song.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny nonny.

Favorites compared to Honey-suckles, &c.

Bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honey-suckles ripened by the sun
Forbid the sun to enter; like favorites
Made proud by princes, that advance their
Against that power that bred it. [pride

Angling, &c.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait :
So angle we for Beatrice.

A scornful and satirical Beauty.
Nature never fram'd a woman's heart

Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
Misprising what they look on and her wit
Values itself so highly, that to her.

All matter else seems weak; she cannot love,
Nor take no shape, nor project of affection,
She is so self-endear'd.

-O she is fallen

Valuing of her; why she-
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
|Hath drops too few to wash her clean again!
And salt too little, which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!

Innocence discovered by Countenance.
I have mark'd

I never yet saw man, [tur'd, A thousand blushing apparitions How wise, how noble, young, how rarely fea- To start into her face; a thousand innocent But she would spell him backward; if fair

fac'd,

[winds;

shames,

[sister; In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
Trust not my reading, nor my observations,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenor of my book; trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.

She'd swear the gentleman should be her
If black, why Nature drawing of an antic,
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;
If low, an agate very vilely cut;
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all
If silent, why, a block, moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out:
And never gives to truth and virtue that
Which simpleness and merit. purchaseth.
Dissimulation.

O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
Comes not that blood as modest evidence

To witness simple virtue? Would you not!

swear,

All you that see her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shows? But she is none :
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed;
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

Female Seeming.

I never tempted her with word too large;
But as a brother to a sister show'd
Bashful sincerity and comely love.

Her. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you?
Clau. Out on thy seeming! I will write
against it:

You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown :
But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals
That rage in savage sensuality.

A Father lamenting his Daughter's Infamy.
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes;
For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die,
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy
shames,

Resolution.

I know not; if they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her if they wrong her

honor,

The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Nor age so eat up my invention,

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Ability in means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them throughly.

The Desire of loved Objects heightened by
their Loss.

This, well carried, shall, on her behalf
Change slander to remorse; that is some good!
But not for that dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She dying, as it must be so maintain❜d,
Upon the instant that she was accus'd,
Shall be lamented, pity'd, and excus'd
Of every hearer. For it so falls out,
That what we have, we prize not to the worth
While we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
While it was ours. So will it fare with Clau-

dio:

When he shall hear she died upon his words.
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination;
And every lovely organ of her life

Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving, delicate, and full of life
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she liv'd indeed. Then shall he

Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,
Strike at thy life.—Griev'd I, I had but one?
Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ?
O, one too much by thee! why had I one?
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
Why had I not, with charitable hand,
Took up a beggar's issue at my gates?
Who smeared thus, and mir'd with infamy,
I might have said, "No part of it is mine;
This shame derives itself from unknown (If ever love had interest in his liver) [mourn
loins."
[prais'd, And wish he had not so accused her;
But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I No, though he thought his accusation true.
And mine that I was proud on; mine so much Let this be so, and doubt not but success
That I myself was to myself not mine, Will fashion the event in better shape

Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But, if all aim but this be levell'd false,
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy;
And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her
(As best befits her wounded reputation)
In some reclusive and religious life,

Out of all eyes, tonguês, minds, and injuries.
Leon. Being that, alas!

I flow in grief, the smallest twine may lead me.

Counsel of no Weight in Misery.

I pray thee, cease my counsel,
Which falls into my ears as profitless
As water in a sieve: give not me counsel;
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with
mine.

Bring me a father that so lov'd his child,'
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him speak of patience : [mine,
Measure his love the length and breadth of
And let it answer every strain for strain;
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form :
If such a one will smile and stroke his beard,
In sorrow wag; cry hem! when he should

groan;

[drunk

And she lies buried with her ancestors: O! in a tomb where never scandal slept, Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany.

Villain to be noted.

Which is the villain? let me see his eyes;
That when I note another man like him,
I may avoid him.

Dirge on Hero's Death by Slander.
Done to death by sland'rous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies:
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,

Gives her fame which never dies!
So the life that died with shame
Lives in death with glorious fame!
Day-break.

The wolves have prey'd ; and look the gentle day,

Before the wheels of Phoebus round about,
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.

§ 10. THE TAMING OF THE SHREW. SHAKSPEARE.

Hounds.

THY hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

With candle-wasters: bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.
But there is no such man; for, brother, men
Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage;
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread;
Charm ach with air, and agony with words.
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral when he shall endure [sel;
The like himself: therefore give me no coun-
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
Ant. Therein do men from children no-
thing differ.
[blood:
Leon. I pray thee, peace-I will be flesh and
For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently,
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a pish at change and sufferance.

An aged Father's Resentment of Scandal.
Tush, tush, man! never fleer and jest at me;
I speak not like a dotard nor a fool;
As, under privilege of age, to brag [would do,
What I have done, being young, or what
Were I not old. Know Claudio, to thy head,
Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent child and
That I am forc'd to lay my rev'rence by; [me,
And, with gray hairs, and bruise of many days,
To challenge thee to trial of a man.

I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; Thy slander hath gone through and through

her heart,

Painting.

Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee Adonis, painted by a running brook; [straight And Cytherea all in sedges hid, [breath, Which seem to move and wanton with her E'en as the waving sedges play with wind.

The Uses of Travel and Study.

[had

Luc. Tranio, since-for the great desire 1 To see fair Padua, nursery of artsI am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, My trusty servant, well approv'd in all : Here let us breathe, and happily institute A course of learning and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being, and my father first, A merchant of great traffic thro' the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply, that treats of happiness By virtue specially to be achiev❜d. Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come; as he that leaves A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, I am in all affected as yourself, Glad that you thus continue your resolve,

To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy..
Only good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd:
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your common talk:
Music and poesy use to quicken you:

The mathematics, and the metaphysics, [you:
Fall to them as you find your stomach serves
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en!
In brief, Sir, study what you most affect.

Travel

Such wind as scatters young men thro' the world,

To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows.

Woman's Tongue.

Think you a little din can daunt my ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,

Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field? And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle, heard [clang? Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to th' ear As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

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Did ask if Katharine should be his wife; [loud, "Ay, by gogs-woons," quoth he, and swore so That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book; And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such [and priest; That down fell priest and book, and book "Now take them up," quoth he, "if any list."

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Petruchio's Trial of his Wife in the Article of Dress,

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet dish!-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it: come, let me have a bigger.
Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the
time,

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have
And not till then.
[one too,
Hor. That will not be in haste. [speak;
Kath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe;
Your betters have endur'd me say my mind;
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
Or else, my heart, concealing it, will break.
And, rather than it shall, I will be free,
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

Pet. Why thou say'st true: it is a paltry A custard coffin, a bauble, a silken pie: [cap, I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.

Kath. Love me or love me not, I like the And it I will have, or I will have none. [cap; Pet. Thy gown? why, ay, come, tailor,

let us see 't.

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did not bid you mar it to the time. Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be rememFor you shall hop without my custom, Sir: Go hop me over every kennel home, I'll none of it: hence! make your best of it.

Kath. Inever saw a better fashioned

gown,

Tran. What said the wench when he rose More quaint, more pleasing, more commend

[aboard,

up again? [stamp'd and swore, Grem. Trembled and shook: for why, he As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But, after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine : "A health," quoth he, as if he had been Carousing to his mates after a storm : Quaff'd off the muscadel, and threw the sops All in the sexton's face; having no other reason,

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, And seem'd to ask his sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck, And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack,

That, at the parting, all the church did echo.

able:

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me,

The Mind alone valuable.

Pet. Well, come my Kate; we will unto
your father's,

Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the sun breaks thro' the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.

A lovely Woman.

Fair, lovely maiden, young and affable, More clear of hue, and far more beautiful Than precious sardonyx, or purple rocks Of amethysts, or glistering hyacinth :

Sweet Katharine, this lovely woman-
Kath. Fair, lovely lady, bright and crystal-
line,

Beauteous and stately as the eye-train'd bird,
As glorious as the morning wash'd with dew,
Within whose eyes she takes her dawning
beams,

And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks;
Wrap up thy radiations in some cloud,
Lest that thy beauty make this stately town
Unhabitable as the burning zone,
With sweet reflections of thy lovely face.

The Wife's Duty to her Husband.

Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning, unkind
brow,

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor;
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair
And in no sense is meet or amiable. [buds,
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And while is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for
thee,

And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and

safe,

Then veil your stomachs, for it is no boot;
And place your hands beneath your husband's
In token of which duty, if he please, [foot:
My hand is ready-may it do him ease!
SHAKSPEARE

11. THE TEMPEST

Miranda and Prospero

Mir. OI have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in
her,

Dash'd all to pieces. O the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they pe-
Had I been any god of power, I would [rish'd.
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The freighting souls within her.

Pros. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort; The direful spectacle of the wreck which touch'd

The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel [sink.
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st
Caliban's Curses.

As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er !

I must eat my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
When thou
Which thou tak'st from me.
camest first,
[wouldst give me
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me :
Water with berries in 't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd
thee,

And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and
fertile ;

And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes a prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she 's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham'd that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, [peace;
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and Th' rest of th' island.
smooth,

Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts ?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for

frown:

But now I see our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com-
pare;
[least are.
That seeming to be most, which we indeed

Curs'd be I, that I did so! all the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Who first was mine own king: and here you
sty me

Music.

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