Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm. I pray you all, have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; If you And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Queen. What shall I do? Hamlet. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse; And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, I well believe, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; SEDUCTION. Ay, so you serve us, Till we serve you: but when you have our roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness. honour may sustain, Then weigh what loss your 232 SEDUCTION.-SHEPHERD. -SHIP. To his unmaster'd importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; SHEPHERD. The shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet, how lovely! To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? By my christendom ! So I were out of prison, and kept sheep, SHIP. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Purple the sails, and so perfum'd, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made As amorous of their strokes. Suppose, that you have seen, The well-appointed King at Hampton pier Do but think, You stand upon the rivage, and behold Your ships are not well mann'd : Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people SHIPWRECK. I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, 234 SHIPWRECK.-SILENCE. SLANDER. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, SILENCE. Silence is only commendable O, my Anthonio, I do know of these, That therefore only are reputed wise, The silence often of pure innocence SLANDER. 'Tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny For slander lives upon succession; Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou So viperous slander, Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, Transports his poison'd shot,-may miss our name, The best way is, to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; I'll devise some honest slanders To stain my cousin with: One doth not know, I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me? I see, the jewel, best enamelled, Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, She hath abated me of half my train; Look'd black upon me; Struck me with her tongue, Most serpent-like upon the very heart. Let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him if it do him right, Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Unclaim'd of any man. |