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Than Venus, or thofe pamper'd animals
That rage in favage sensuality.

An injured Lover's Abjuration of Love.
O Hero! what a hero had thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been plac'd
About the thoughts and counfels of thy heart!
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewel,
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
And on my eye-lids fhall conjecture hang,
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
And never fhall it more be gracious.

A Father lamenting bis Daughter's Infamy.
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes;
For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die,
Thought I thy fpirits were ftronger than thy
fhames,

Myfelf 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 waft thou lovely in my eyes?
Why had I not, with charitable hand,
Took up a beggar's iffue at my gates?
Who fmcared thus, and mir'd with infamy,
I might have faid, "No part of it is mine;
This fhame derives itself from unknown loins."

The Defire of loved Objects beightened by their Lofs.
This, well carried, fhall on her behalf
Change flander to remorfe; that is fome good:
But not for that dream I on this ftrange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She dying, as it must be fo maintain'd,
Upon the inftant that he was accus'd,
Shall be lamented, pity'd, and excus'd,
Of every hearer. For it fo falls out,
That what we have, we prize not to the worth
While we enjoy it; but being lack'd and loft,
Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue that poffeffion would not fhew us
Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudios
When he fhall hear fhe died upon his words,
The idea of her life thall fweetly creep
Into his study of imagination;
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit,
More moving, delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his foul,

Than when the liv'd indeed. Then fhall he mourn
(If ever love had interest in his liver),
And wish he had not fo accufed her;
No, though he thought his accufation true.
Let this be fo, and doubt not but fuccefs
Will fashion the event in better fhape

But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd,Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

And mine that I was proud on; mine fo much,
That I myself was to myfelf not mine,
Valuing of her; why she--O she is fallen
Into a pit of ink! that the wide fea

Hath drops too few to wath her clean again;
And falt too little, which may feafon give
To her foul tainted flesh!

Innocence difcovered by Countenance.
-I have mark'd

A thoufand blushing apparitions

To start into her face; a thousand innocent
fhames,

In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes ;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
To burn the errors that thefe princes hold
Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
Truft not my reading, nor my obfervations,
Which with experimental feal doth warrant
The tenour of my book; truft not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this fweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under fome biting error.

Refolution.

I know not if they fpeak but truth of her, Thefe hands fhall tear her if they wrong honour,

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

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

her

But, if all aim but this be levell'd falfe,
The fuppofition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy;
And, if it fort not well, you may conceal her
(As beft befits her wounded reputation)
In fome reclufive and religious life,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
Leon. Being that, alas!

I flow in grief, the smallest twine may lead me.
Counfel of no Weight in Mifery.

I pray thee, ceafe thy counsel,
Which falls into my ears as profitlefs
As water in a fieve; give not me counsel;
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,
But fuch a one whose wrongs do fuit with mine.
Bring me a father that fo lov'd his child,
Whofe joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him fpeak of patience:

Measure his love the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain ;
As thus for thus, and fuch a grief for fuch,
In every lineatnent, branch, fhape, and form:
If fuch a one will fmile and ftroke his beard,
In forrow wag; cry, hem! when he should groan;
Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk
With candle-wafters; bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.
But there is no fuch man; for, brother, men
Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tafting it,
Their counfel turns to pallion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage;
Fetter ftrong madness in a filken thread;
Charm ach with air, and agony with words.
No, no; 'tis all men's office to fpeak patience

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To thofe that wring under the load of forrow;
But no man's virtue, nor fufficiency,
To be fo moral when he fhall endure
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel;
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
Ant. Therein do men from children nothing
differ.
[blood:
Leo. I pray thee, peace-I will be flesh and
For there was never yet philofopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the ftyle of gods,
And made a pifh at change and fufferance.

[do,

An aged Father's Refentment of Scandal. Tush, tuf, man! never fleer and jeft at me; I fpeak not like a dotard, nor a fool; As, under privilege of age, to brag What I have done, being young, or what would Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head, Thou haft fo wrong'd my innocent child, and me, That I am forc'd to lay my rev'rence by; And, with grey hairs, and bruife of many days, To challenge thee to trial of a man, I fay, thou hast belied mine innocent child; Thy flander hath gone through and through her And the lies buried with her ancestors: [heart, O! in a tomb where never fcandal flept, Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany. Talking Braggarts.

you.

Cla. Away, I will not have to do with Leo. Cantt thou fo daffe me? Thou haft kill'd my child:

If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Ant. He fhall kill two of us, and mcn indeed: But that's no matter; let him kill one firft;Win me, and wear me,-let him anfwer ine: Come, follow me, boy: come, Sir boy, follow me; Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foyning fence: Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

Leo. Brother

[my niece: Ant. Content yourfelf. God knows, I lov'd And she is dead; flander'd to death by villains; That dare as well anfwer a man, indeed, As I dare take a ferpent by the tongue : Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milk-fops!Leo. Brother Anthony

[them: yea,
Ant. Hold you content; what, man! I know
And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple:
Scambling, out-facing, fafhion-mongring boys,
That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and flander,
Go anticly, and thew outward hidcoufnefs,
And fpeak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durft:
And this is all.

No Valour in a bad Caufe.
In a falfe quarrel there is no true valour.
Villain to be noted.
Which is the villain? let me fee 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 fland'rous tongues

Was the Hero that here lies: Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,

Gives her fame which never dies!

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Hounds.

HY hounds fhall make the welkin answer them,

And fetch fhrill echoes from the hollow earth. Painting.

Doft thou love pictures we will fetch thee Adonis, painted by a running brook; [ftraight And Citherea all in fedges hid, [breath, Which feem to move, and wanton with her Ev'n as the waving fedges play with wind.

Mirth and Merriment, its Advantage. Seeing too much fadness hath congeal'd your blood,

And melancholy is the nurfe of phrenfy, Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thoufand harms, and lengthens life. The Ufes of Travel and Study.

Luc, Tranio, fince-for the great defire I had To fee fair Padua, nursery of artsI am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy, The pleafant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, My trufty fervant, well approv'd in all; Here let us breathe, and happily inftitute A courfe of learning and ingenious ftudies. Pifa, 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 fon, brought up in Florence, It fhall become, to ferve all hopes conceiv'd, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I ftudy, Virtue, and that part of philofophy Will I apply, that treats of happiness By virtue fpecially to be achiev'd. Tell me thy mind: for I have Pifa left, And am to Padua come; as he that leaves A fhallow plafh, to plunge him in the deep, And with fatiety fecks to quench his thirst. Tra. Mi perdonale, gentle mafter mine, I am in all affected as yourself; Glad that you thus continue your refolve, To fuck the fweets of fweet philofophy. Only, good mafter, while we do admire This virtue, and this moral difcipline, Let's be no froics, nor no ftocks, I pray; Or fo devote to Ariftotle's checks, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd:

Talk

Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practife rhetoric in your common talk:
Mufic and poefy ufe to quicken you:
The mathematics, and the metaphyfics,

Fall to them as you find your stomach ferves you:
No profit grows where is no pleafure ta'en ;-
Ia brief, Sir, ftudy what you most affect.
Løve at fift Sight.

Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me-i
-is it poffible,

That love fhould of a fudden take fuch hold?
Luc. O, Tranio, till I found it to be true,
never thought it poffible, or likely;

I

But for while idly I ftood looking on,
I find the effect of love in idleness :
And now in plainnefs do confefs to thee,—
That art to me as fecret and as dear
As Anna to the queen of Carthage was-
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modeft girl:
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;
Aflift me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Tra. Mafter, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated from the heart:

If love have touch'd you, nought remains but fo, Rime te captum quàm queas minimó.

Travel.

Such wind as scatters young men thro' the world,

To feek their fortunes farther than at home,
Where fmall experience grows.

Woman's Tongue.

Think you, a little din can daunt my ears? Have 1 not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the fea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field? And heav'n's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing fteeds, and trumpets And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to th` car, As will a chefnut in a farmer's fire?

Extremes cure each other.

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Where two raging fires meet together, They do confume the thing that feeds their fury; Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gufts will blow out fire, and all.

Beauty.

Say that the frown; I'li fay fhe looks as clear As morning roles newly wash'd with dew.

Mufic.
Prepofterous afs! that never read fo far,
To know the caufe why mufic was ordain'd!
Was it not, to refresh the mind of man,
After his ftudies, or his ufual pain?
Then give me leave to read philofophy,
And, while I paufe, ferve in your harmony.

Wife married to all ber Husband's Fortunes.
To me the 's married, not unto my clothes:
Could I repair what he will wear in me,
As I can change thefe poor accoutrements,
'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.

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Defeription of a mad Wedding. When the priest

Did afk if Catherine thould be his wife; [loud,
Ay, by gogs-woons," quoth he, and fwore fo
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 fuch a
cuif,
[prieft;
That down fell prieft and book, and book and
"Now take them up," quoth he, "if any lift."
Tran. What faid the wench when he rose up
again?
[ftamp'd and fwore,
Grem. Trembled and fhook; 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 aboard,
Caroufing to his mates after a ftorm:
Quaff'd off the mufcadel, and threw the fops
All in the fexton's face; having no other reason,
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And feem'd to afk his fops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
And kifs'd her lips with fuch a clamorous fmack,
Petruchio's Trial of his Wife in the Article of Drefs.
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did befpeak.,
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet difh;-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-fhell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it come, let me have a bigger.

Cath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, And gentlewomen wear fuch caps as thefe. Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one [too, [fpeak;

And not till then.

Hor. That will not be in hafte. Cath. Why, Sir, I truft, I may have leave to And fpeak I will; I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind; And, if you cannot, beft you ftop your cars. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart; Or elfe, my heart, concealing it, will break: And, rather than it thall, I will be free, Even to the uttermoft, as I pleafe, in words.

Pet. Why, thou fay't true: it is a paltry cap, A cuftard coffin, a bauble, a filken pye: I love thee well, in that thou lik'ft it not.

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none. [fee't.

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay: come taylor, let us O, mercy, God! what masking stuff is here! What's this a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's fnip and nip, and cut, and flish,and flash, Like to a cenfer in a barber's fhop:

Why, what, o' devil's name, taylor, call'st thou

[gown.

this? Hor. I fec, fhe's like to have neither cap nor Tayl. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion and the time.

Pet. Marry, and did; but, if you be rememI did not bid you mar it to the time. Go hop me over every kennel home,

[ber'd,

For

For you fhall hop without my custom, Sir:
I'll none of it; hence! make your best of it.
Cath. I never faw a better fashion'd gown,
More quaint, more pleafing, more commend-
able:

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.

The Mind alone valuable.

To painful labour both by fea and land;
To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold,
While thou lieft warm at home, fecure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-
Too little payment for fo great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes a prince,
Even fuch, a woman oweth to her husband:

Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto And when the 's froward, peevish, fullen, four,

your father's,

Even in thefe honeft mean habiliments;

Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich :
And as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour 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 cel,
Because his painted fkin contents the eye!
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worfe
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 fardonyx, or purple rocks
Of amethysts, or gliftering hyacinth :
-Sweet Catherine, this lovely woman-
Cath. Fair, lovely lady, bright and cryftalline,
Beauteous and stately as the eye-train'd bird;
As glorious as the morning wash'd with dew,
Within whofe eyes the takes her dawning beams,
And golden fummer fleeps upon thy cheeks;
Vrap up thy radiations in fome cloud,

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Left that thy beauty make this stately town
Unhabitable as the burning zone,
With sweet reflections of thy lovely face.
Happiness attained.

Happily I have arriv'd at last
Unto the wifh

haven of my blifs.

Others meafired by our felries. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. Greybound.

O Sir, Lucentio flipp'd me for his greyhound,

Which runs himself, and catches for his matter. Wife's Submiffion.

Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, An awful rule, and right fupremacy; And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy?

The Wife's Duty to her Husband.

[buds;

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 frofts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds hake fair And in no fenfe is meet, or amiable. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And while it is fo, none fo dry or thirsty Will deign to fip, or touch one drop of it. Thy hufband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy fovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body

And not obedient to his honeft will,
What is the but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am afham'd, that women are so fimple
To offer war, where they fhculd kneel for peace;
Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and fway,
When they are bound to ferve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies foft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our foft 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 reafon haply more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown:
But now I fee our lances are but straws;
Our ftrength as weak, our weakness past compare;
That feeming to be moft, which we indeed leaft are.
Then vail your ftomachs, for it is no boot;
And place your hands beneath your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready-may it do him ease!

§ 11. THE TEMPEST. SHAKSPEARË. Miranda and Profpero.

Mir.I have fuffer'd

[veffel, With thofe that I faw fuffer! A brave Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her, Dafh'd all to pieces. O the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have funk the fea within the earth, or e'er

It should the good fhip fo have fwallow'd, and The freighting fouls within her.

Prof. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort. The direful fpectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compaffion in thee, I have with fuch provision in mine art So fafely order'd, that there is no foulNo not fo much perdition as an hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou saw'st sink. Caliban's Curfes.

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

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Water with berries in 't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the lefs,
That burn by day and night: and then Ilov'd
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o' th' ifle, [thee,
The fresh fprings, brine pits, barren place and
fertile ;

Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
If the ill fpirit have so fair a houfe, [temple:
Good things will strive to dwell with 't."
A Lover's Speech.

My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's lofs, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but thro' my prison once a day
ftyBehold this maid: all corners elfe o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in fuch a prifon.

[me

Curs'd be I, that I did fo! all the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the fubjects that you have,
Who first was mine own king, and here you
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The reft of th' island.

Caliban's Exultation after Profpero tells him pe
fought to violate the Honour of his Child.
Oh, ho, ho, ho!-I would it had been done
Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elle
This ifle with Calibans.

Prof. Abhorred slave!

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee, [hour
Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each
One thing or other when thou didst not,
favage,
[like
Know thine own meaning, but wouldft gabble
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: but thy vile
[good-nature
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly contin'd into this rock,

race,

Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon. [on't
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit
Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague rid you
For learning me your language!
Mufic.

Where should this mufic be in air or earth?
It founds no more: and fure, it waits upon
Some god of th' ifland. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This mufic crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury and my patlion
With its fweet air.

Ariel's Song.

Full fathom five thy father lies ;

Of his bones are coral made;
Thofe are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea-change

Into fomething rich and ftrange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his kncil,
Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.
Amiable Simplicity of Miranda on fit View of

Ferdinand.

Prof. This gallant, which thou feeft,

Refignation and Gratitude.

Befcech you, Sir, be merry: you have cause
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our lofs: our hint of woe
Is common; every day fome failor's wife,
The mafter of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have juft our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
(I mean our preservation) few in millions
Can fpeak like us: then wifely, good Sir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.

Defeription of Ferdinand's fwimming afbore.
I faw him beat the furges under him,
And ride upon their backs: he trod the water,
Whofe enmity he flung afide, and breafted
The furge moft fwoln that met him; his bold

head

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himfelf with his good arms in lufty strokes
foth' fhore; that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd,
As ftooping to relieve him: I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

Too fevere Reproof animadverted upon.
The truth you fpeak doth lack fome gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the fore,
When you should find the plafter.

Satire on Utopian Forms of Government.
I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of aroffic
Would I admit; no name of magiftrate;
Letters fhould not be known; riches, poverty,
And ufe of fervice, none; contracts, fucceflion,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, olive, none;
No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, ali :
And women too, but innocent and pure:
No fovereignty:

All thing's in common nature fhould produce,
Without fweat or endeavour: treafon, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature fhould bring forth
Of its own kind, all föifon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

Was in the wreck and, but he's fomething I would with fuch perfection govern, Sir,

ftain'd

[call him

With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might st

A goodly perfon.~

Mir. I might call him

A thing divine: for nothing natural

I ever faw fo noble.

Fer. Moft fure, the goddess

On whom thefe airs attend!

To excel the goiden age.

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