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For kissing of their feet; yet always bending

With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promonTowards their project. Then I beat my tabor; tory

[up At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd Have I made shake: and by the spurs pluck'd theit ears,

The pine and cedar: graves at my command Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, Have wak’d their sleepers ; oped and let them As they smelt inusic: so I charm'd their ears, By my so potent art.

[forth That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd thro’

Senses returning. Tooth'd briers, sharp fürzes, pricking goss, and

The charm dissolves apace : thorns,

And as the morning steals upon the night, Which enter'd their frail skins: at last I left'em Melting the darkness, so their rising senses I'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, Begin to chase the ign'rant fumes, that mantle There dancing up to the chins.

Their clearer reason

Their understanding Caliban. Pros. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Begins to swell; and the approaching tide Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,

Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;

That now lie foul and muddy. And as with age his body uglier grows,

Ariel's Song. Sn his mind cankers.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie:
Light of Fool.

There I couch when owls do cry.
Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole On the bat's back I do fly
Hear a foot fall.

[inay not After sunset merrily: Fine Sentiment of Humanity on Repentance.

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Ariel. - The king,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

His brother, and yours, abide all three distract-
And the remainder mourning over them,

Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience Brim-full of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly

Says, it is past her cure. Him that you term'd the good old lord Gon. You have not sought her help; of whose soft

Pros. I rather think,

igrace, zalo;

[drops for the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, His tears run down his beard, like winter's From eaves of reeds : your charnis so strongly

And rest inyself content. work 'em, That, if you now beheld them, your affections

$ 12. TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT Would become tender.


SHAKSPEARE. Pros. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, Sir, were I human.

Music and Love. Pros. And mine shall.

If music be the food of love, play on, Hast thou, who art but air, a touch, a feeling Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

The appetite may sicken, and so die. One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

That strain again :-it had a dying fall: Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south, art?

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

-Enough; no Tho' with their high wrongs I am struck to the Stealing, and giving odour quick,

more ; Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my sury

'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. Do I take part, the rarer action is (nitent,

() spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! In virtue than in vengeance : they being pe- Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

That, notwithstanding thy capacity
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown farther.

Of what validity and pitch soever,

But falls into abatement and low price,
Fairies and Magic.

Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy, Yeelves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and That it alone is high fantastical. groves;

Love, in reference to Hunting. And ye, that on the sands with printless foot (), when my eyes did see Olivia first, Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, Methought she purg'd the sir of pestilence; When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that That instant was I turn'd into a hart: By moon-shine do the green sour ringlets make, And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose E'er since pursue me. pastime

Natural Affection akin to Love. Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid To pay this debt of love but to a brricher, (Weak masters tho' ye be) I have bedimm’d How will she love, when the rich golden shaft The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else winds,

That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur’d vault These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder fill'd Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak (Her sweet perfections) with one self-king!

Desoription of Sebastian's Escape. More than light airs and recollected terms --I saw your brother,

Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times. Most provident in peril, bind himself [tice)

True Love. (Courage and hope both teaching hin the prac- Duke. Come hither, boy, if ever thou shalt To a strong mast, that liv'd upon the sea;

In the sweet pangs of it remember me: [love, Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, For such as I am, all true lovers are: I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, Upstaid and skittish in all inotions else, So long as I could see.

Save in the constant image of the creature Actions of the Great always talked of. That is belov’d.—How dost thou like this tune! You know

Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat What great ones do, the less will pratile of. Where love is thron'd. Outward Appearance a Token of inward Worth. In Love, the Women should be youngest. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain ;

Too old, by heaven! Let still the woman And, though that nature with a beauteous wall

take Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee An elder than herself; so wears she to him, I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits

So sways she level in her husband's heart.
With this thy fair and outward character.

For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
A beautiful Boy.

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
Dear lad, believe it;

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, For they shall yet belie thy happy years,

Than women's are. That say, thou art a man; Diana's lip

Vio. I think it well, my lord. [thyself, Is not more smooth and rubious ; ihy small Duke. Then let thy love be younger than pipe

Or ily affection cannot hold the bent: Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, For women are as roses; whose fair Power, And all is semblative a woman's part.

Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

Character of an old Song:
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain :
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : The spinsters and the kvitters in ihe sun,
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive,

And the free maids that weave their thread If you will lead these graces to the grave,

with bones, And leave the world no copy.

Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth,
Extreme Love.

And dallies with the innocence of love
My lord and master loves you: 0, such love Like the old age.
Could be but recompens'd, though you were

The nonpareil of beauty.

(crown'd Come away, come away, death,
Character of a noble Gentleman.

And in sad cypress let me be laid:
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Fly away, fly away, breath;
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;

1 am slain by a fair cruel maid.
In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and My shroud of white stuck all with yew,

O, prepare it;
And, in dimension, and the shape of nature,

My part of death no one so true
A gracious person; but yet I cannot love him; Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

Did share it.
He might have took his answer long ago.

On my black coffin let there be strown; Resolved Love.

Not a friend, not a friend greet [thrown: Oliv. -Why, what would you? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, A thousand, thousand sighs to save,

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be And call upon my soul within the house :

Lay me, O where
Write royal cantos of contemned love, Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;

To weep there.
Holla your name to the reverberate hills,

Concealed Love.
And make the babbling gossip of the air

Duke. There is no woman's sides
Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,

Can bide the beating of so strong a passion But you should pity me.

As love doth give my heart: no woman's

heart Disguise.

So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,

Alas! their love may be call'd appetite Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. No motion of the liver, but the palate.How easy is it, for the proper false

That suffers surfeit, cloyment, and revolt : In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!

But mine is all as hungry as the sea, Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we;, And can digest as much: make no compare For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Between that love a woman can bear me, Serious Music most agreeable to Lovers. And that I owe Olivia. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, Vio. Ay, but I knowThat old and antique song we heard last night: Duke. What dost thou know? [owe; Methought it did relieve my passion much; Vio. Too well what love women to men may

In faith, they are as true of heart as we. Wer't not affection chains thy tender days
My father had a danghter lov'd a man, To the sweet glauces of thy honor'd love,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I rather would entreat thy company,
I should your lordship:

To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Duke 'And what's her history? [love, Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home,

Vio. A blank, my lord: she never told her Wear out thy youth with snapeless idleness ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in therein, thought;

Even as I would, when I to love begin. [adieu ! And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, She sat like Patience on a monument, Think on thy Protheus, when thou haply seest Smiling at grief.

Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : A Jester.

Wish me partaker in thy happiness, This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; When thou dost meet good-hap; and, in thy And to do that well, craves a kind of wit: If ever danger do environ thee, [danger, He must observe their mood on whom he jests, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, The quality of persons and the time;

For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine. And like the haggard, check at every feather

The Evils of being in Love. That comes before his eye. This is a practice,

To be in love, where scorn is bought with As fall of labour as a wise man's art:

groans, For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;

(moment's mirth,

Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading But wise men's folly fall'n quite taints their wit.

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights, Flattery, its ill Effects.

If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain ; My servant, Sir! 'Twas never merry world, If lost, why then a grievous labor won; Siace lowly-feigning was call'd compliment. However, but a folly bought with wit, Unsought Love.

Or else a wit by folly vanquished. Cesario, by the roses of the spring,

Love commended and dispraised. Bt maidhood, honor, truth, and every thing, Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, The eating canker dwells, so cating love Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,

Val. And writers say, as the most forward For that I woo, ihou therefore hast no cause : Is eaten by the canker, ere-it blow, [bud But rather reason thus with reason fetter:

Even so by love the young and tender wit Lure sought is good, but giv'n unsought is Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, better.

Losing his verdure even in the prime,

And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Ant. Is't possible, that my deserts to you Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love:
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, He leaves his friends, to dignify them more:
Lest that it make me so unsound a man, I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd m me:
That I have done for you.

Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Vio. I know of none;

War with good counsel, set the world at Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:

nought; I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Made wit with musing weak, heart-sick with Than lying, rainness, babbling drunkenness,

thought. Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption Inhabits oar frail blood.

Love froward and dissembling.

Maids, in modesty, say No, to that [Ay. Deformity in the Mind. Ant. But o, how vile an idol proves this god! Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,

Which they would have the proff'rer construe Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be calld deform'd but the unkind:

And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod !
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil

The Advantages of Travel.
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil. Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship
Ignorance of ourselves :-One Drunkard's

Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
Reflection on another.

While other men, of slender reputation, Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure,

Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: I hate a drunken rogue.

(or a

Some to the wars, to try their fortune there; pavin,

Some, to discover islands far away :

Some, to the studious universities. | 13. THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF He said, that Protheus, your son, was meet;

For any, or for all these exercises,


And did request me to importove you, The Advantages of Travel, &c. To let bim spend his time no more at home, Vol. Cease'to persuade, my loving Protheus; Which would be great impeachment to his age Home keeping youth have ever homely wits : In having known no travel in his youth.


Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me Pity the dearth that I have pined in, to that

By longing for that food so long a time. Whereon this month I have been hammering, Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, I have considered well his loss of time; Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, And how he cannot be a perfect man, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Not being tried and tutord in the world: Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's Experience is by industry achiev'd,

But qualify the fire's extreme rage, [hot fire; And perfected by the swift course of time. Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Love compared to an April Day.

Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more O, how this spring of love resembleth

it burns : Th' uncertain glory of an April day; The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, Thou know'st, being stopp’d, impatiently doth And by and by a cloud takes all away!

But when his fair course is not hindered, (rage ; An accomplished young Gentleman.

He makes sweet music with the enamell's His years but young, but his experience old; Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge (stones, His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And, in a word (for far behind his worth

And by so many winding nooks he strays Come all the praises that I now bestow),"

With willing sport to the wide ocean. He is complete in feature, and in mind,

Then let me go, and hinder not my course With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,

And make a pastime of each weary step,
Contempt of Love punished.

Till the last step have brought me to my love :
I have done penance for contemning love :
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, (me
Whose high imperious thoughts have punishid And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,

| With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ;

A faithful and constant Lover. For, in revenge of my contempt of love, His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; And made them watchers of my own heart's His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart;

His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord;

earth. And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,

Gifts prevalent with Woman. There is no woe to his correction,

Win her with gifts, if she respect not words ; Nor to his service, no such joy on earth!

Dumb jewels, often, in their silent kind, Now no discourse, except it be of love;

More than quick words, do move a woman's Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep mind. Upon the very naked name of love. Love fed by Praise.

Flattery prevalent with Woman.

Flatter and praise, commend, extol their -Call her divine. Pro. I will not fatter her.

graces ; Val. O Aatter me: for love delights in praises. That man that hath a tongue I say is no man,

Tho' ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. Lover's Wealth.

If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Not for the world : why, man, she is mine

A Lover's Banishment.
And I as rich in having such a jewel, [own:
As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl,

And why not death, rather than live in tor. The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

To die is to be banished from myself: (ment!

And Sylvia is myself. Banish'd from her,
True Love jealous.

Is self from self; a deadly punishment!
For lore, thou know'st, is full of jealousy. What light is light, if Sylvia be not seen?

Love compard to a waren Image. What joy is joy, if Sylvia be not by? Now my love is thaw'd,

Unless it be to think that she is by, Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, And feed upon the shadow of perfection. Bears no impression of the thing it was. Except I be by Sylvia in the night, Unheedful Vows to be broken.

There is no music in the nightingale: Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;

Unless I look on Sylvia in the day, And he wants wit that wants resolved will

There is no day for me to look upon. To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. She is my essence; and I leave to be, Opposition to Love increases it.

If I be not by her fair influence Jul. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary

Foster'd, illumin'd, cherishd, kept alive. To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; A beautiful Person petitioning (in vain). Much less shall she that hath love's wings to Ay, ay; and she hath offered to the doom fly;

(Which unrevers'd stands in effectual force) And when the fight is made to one so dear, A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Of such divine perfection, as Sir Protheus. Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd ; Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make With them, upon her knees, her humble selt; return.

(soul's food? Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so beJub. Oh, know'st thou not, his looks are my came them,

As if but now they waxed pale for woe: Which I so lively acted with my tears,
But neither bended knees, pure hands held op, That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire. If I' in thought felt not her very sorrow!

Women sacred even to Banditti. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that: Fear not; he bears an honorable mind, And manage it against despairing thoughts. And will not use a woman lawlessly. Love compared to a Figure on Ice.

A Lover in Solitude.

How use doth breed a habit in a man! This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched in ice, which, with an hour's heat,

This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. Three Things hated by Women.

Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine

And to the nightingale's complaining notes With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent: Tune my distresses, and record my woes. Three things that women highly hold in bate. 9, thou that dost inhabit in my breast,

Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke Leave not the mansion so long tenuntless ; Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it; [in hate. Lest, growing ruinous, the building fail, Therefore it must, with circumstance, be And leave no memory of what it was; spoken

Repair me with thy presence, Sylvia : By one whom she esteemeth as his friend. Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain.

Love unreturned. The Power of Poetry with Women.

What dangerous action, stood it next to. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty

death, You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Would I not undergo for one calm look? Wrile, till your ink be dry; and with your tears o'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd, Moist it again; and frame some feeling line,

When women cannot love where they're beThat may discover such integrity:

lov'd. For Orpheus

' lute was strung with poet's Infidelity in a Friend, and Reconciliation on sinews;


Repentance. Whose golded touch could soften steel and

Vol. Treacherous man!

[mine eye Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans

Thou hast beguild my hopes; nought but Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.

Could have persuaded me: now I dare not Song.

I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disWho is Sylvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her?

prove me.


Who should be trusted, when one's own right Holy, fair, and wise is she :

Is perjur'd to the bosom? Protheus, The heavens such grace did lend her,


am sorry, I must never trust thee more, That she inight admired be.

But couni the world a stranger for thy sake. Is she kind as she is fair?

The private wound is deepest. For beauty lives with kindness :

Pro. My shame and guilt confound me.Lore doth to her eyes repair,

Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow To help him of his blindness;

Be a sufficient ransom for offence, And, being help'd, inhabits there.

I tender it here; I do as truly suffer, Then to Sylvia let us sing,

As e'er I did commit. That Sylvia is excelling;

Val. Then I am paid : She excels each mortal thing

And once again I do receive thee honest.Upon the dull earth dwelling:

Who by repentance is not satisfied,
To her let us garlands bring.

Is nor of heaven nor earth.
A Lover's Rest.

Inconstancy in Man.
Jul. And so, good rest.

O heaven! were man Pro. As wretches have o'er night,

But constant, he were perfect : that one error That wait for execution in the morn.

Fills him with faults.
True Luve.

A worthy Gentleman.
Thyself hast lov'd: and I have heard thee say, Now by the honor of my ancestry,
No grief did ever come so near thy heart, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
As when thy lady and thy true love died, And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. Know then, I here forget all former griefs,
Beauty neglected and lost.

Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, But since she did neglect her looking-glass, Plead a new state in thy unrivall’d merit And threw her sun-expelling mask away,

To which I thus subscribe—Sir Valentine, The air hath starr'd the roses in her cheeks, Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd: And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face. Take thou thy Sylvia, for thou hast deserv'd The Power of Action.

Reformed Exiles. (her. And, at that time I made her weep a-good,

These banished men For I did play a lamentable part:

Are men endued with worthy qualities;
Madam, 'iwas Ariadne, passioning,

They are reformed, civil, full of good,
For Theseus' perjury, and unjust fight; And fit for great employinent, worthy lord.

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