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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, nor more com-
mendable:

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 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 darkeft clouds,
So honour pecreth 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 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 amethifts, or gliftering hyacinth: --Sweet Catherine, this lovely woman

Cath. Fair, lovely lady, bright and cryftalline, Beauteous and ftately as the eve-train'd bird; As glorious as the morning wath'd with dew, Within whole eyes the takes her dawning beams, And golden fuumer fleeps upon thy checks; Wrap up thy radiations in fome cloud, Left that thy beauty make this stately town Unhabitable as the burning zone, With fweet reflections of thy lovely face." Happiness attained.

Happily I have arriv'd at laft Unto the wifhed haven of my bliss.

Others measured by ourselves.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. Greyhound

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

Which runs himfelf, and catches for his master. Wife's Submiffion.

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

The Wife's Duty to her Husband. Fie! fic! uuknit that threat'ning, unkind

brow;
And dart not fcornful glances from thofe cyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds fhake fair buds;
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 husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy fovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body

To painful labour both by fca and land;
To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold,
While thou lieft warm at home, fecure and fafe;
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 fubject owes a prince,
Even fuch, a woman oweth to her husband:
And when the's froward, peevish, sullen, four,
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 fo fimple
To offer war, where they fhould kneel for peace;
Or feck for rule, fupremacy, and fway,
When they are bound to ferve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies foft, and weak, and fmooth,
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 heut as great; my reafon, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown;
But now, I fee our lances are but ftraws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness paft compare;
That feeming to be moft, which we indeed leaft

arc.

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

§ 11.

THE TEMPEST. SHAKSPEARE. Miranda and Profpero.

I have fuffer'd

[veffel,

MO, With thofe that I faw fuffer! A brave

Who had no doubt fome noble creature in her,
Dath'd all to pieces. O the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perifh'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth, or e'er

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

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
Prof. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort.
I have with fuch provifion in mine art
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
So fafely order'd, that there is no foul-
Betid to any creature in the veffel
No not fo much perdition as an hair,
Which thou heard 'ft cry, which thou faw'ft sink,
Caliban's Curfes.

As wicked dew, as c'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholfome 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 I lov'd
And hew'd thee all the qualities o' th' ifle, [thee,
The fresh fprings, brine pits, barren place and
fertile;

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

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

Prof. Abhorred flave!
Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour
Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee cach
One thing or other: when thou didft not, favage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldft gabble

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Mufic.

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

Ariel's Song.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coal made;
Thofe are pearls that were his
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea-change,

cycs:

Into fomething rich and ftrange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. Amiable Simplicity of Miranda on first View

Ferdinand.

Prof. This gallant, which thou seeft,

of

Was in the wreck; and, but he's fomething ftain'd [call him

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

A goodly perfon.-—~

Mir. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever law to noble

Fer. Moft fure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend!

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Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a If the ill fpirit have fo fair a house, Good things will ftrive to dwell with 't. [temple: 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 prifon once a day Behold this maid: all corners elfe o' the earth Let Liberty make use of; space enough Have I in fuch a prifon.

Refignation and Gratitude.

Befeech 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 matter of fome merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, I mean our prefervation, few in millions Can fpeak like us: then wifely, good Sir, weigh Our forrow with our comfort.

Defcription of Ferdinand's frimming 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
To the fhore, that o'er his wave-worn batis bow’d.
As ftooping to relieve him: I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

Too fervere Reproof animadverted upon.
And time to fpeak it in: you rub the fore,
The truth you fpeak doth lack fome gentlenes,
When you thould find the plaifter.

Satire on Utopian Forms of Government.
I' the commonwealth I would by contrarics
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters fhould not be known; riches, poverty.
And ufe of fervice, none; contracts, fucceffion,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No ocupation; all men idle, all;

And women too, but innocent, and pure :
No fovereignty:

All things in common nature should 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 foizon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

I would with fuch perfection govern, Sir,
To excel the golden age.
Sleep.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

A fine Apofiopfis.

They fell together all, as by confent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-ftroke. What might,

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Worthy Sebaftian?-O, what might?-no more:-
And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face, [and
What thou fhouldft be: th'occafion speaks thee;
My ftrong imagination fees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Caliban's Curfes.

All the infections that the fun fucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make By inch-meal a difcafe! His fpirits hear me, [him And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll not pinch, Fright me with urchin-fhews, pitch me i' the mire, Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them; but For every trifle are they fet upon me; Sometimes, like apes, that moe and chatter at me, And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Their pricks at my foot-fall! fometime am I All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues Do hifs me into madness :-Lo! now! lo! Here comes a fpirit of his; and to torment me, For bringing wood in flowly: I'll fall flat; Perchance, he will not mind me.

Caliban's Promifes.

I'll fhew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.

I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Shew thee a jay's neft, and inftruct thee how
To fnare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
To cluft ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee
Young fea-mels from the rock.

True and unbiased Affection.-Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

There be fome sports are painful; but their
Jabour

Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of bafenefs
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but
The miftrefs which I ferve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleafures: O, fhe is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harfhnefs. I muft remove
Some thousands of thefe logs, and pile 'em up,
Upon a fore injunction. My fweet mistress
Weeps when the fees me work; and fays, fuch
Had ne'er like executor. I forget: [bafenefs
But thefe fweet thoughts do even refresh my la-
Moft bufy-lefs, when I do it.
[bours,

Admir'd Miranda!

Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with beft regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I lik'd feveral women; never any
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace the ow'd,

And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect, and fo peerlefs, are created
Of every creature's best.

Miranda's offering to carry the Logs for bim is
peculiarly elegant.
If you'll fit down,

I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.

And afterwards, bow innocent!
-I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of:
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.

Punishment of Crimes delayed, not forgotten.
For which foul deed
The powers, delaying not forgetting, have
Incens'd the feas and fhores, yea, all the creatures
Against your peace.

Guilty Confcience.

O, it is monftrous! monftrous!-
Methought, the billows fpoke, and told me of it;
The winds did fing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Profpero: it did bafs my trefpafs.
Gon. All three of them are defperate; their
great guilt,

Like poifon given to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the fpirits.

Profpero's Bonft of Miranda,
O Ferdinand,

Do not fmile at me that I boaft her off;
For thou shalt find the will outftrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.

Continence before Marriage.

Prof. If thou doft break her virgin-knot, before
All fanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minifter'd,
No fweet afperfion fhall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-eyed difdain, and difcord, shall beftrew
The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly,
That you fhall hate it both; therefore, take heed,
As Hymen's lamps fhall light you.
A Lover's Proteftation.
As I hope

Ferd.
For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life,

With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den,
The moft opportune place, the strong'ft fuggeftion
Our worfer genius can, fhall never melt
Mine honour into luft; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I fhall think, or Phoebus' steeds are foun-
Or night kept chain'd below.
[der'd,

Paffion too frong for Vors.
Prof. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are ftraw
To the fire i' the blood: be more abftemious,
Or elfe, good night your vow!

Ferdinand's Anfier.

I warrant you, Sir; The white, cold, virgin-snow upon my heart Abates the ardor of my liver.

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Vanity of Human Nature.

Prof. Our revels now are ended: these our actors, As I foretold you, were all fpirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the bafelefs fabric of this vifion, The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The folemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea all which it inherit, fhall diffolve; And, like this infubftantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind! We are fuch stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a fleep.

Drunkards inchanted by Ariel.

Ariel. I told you, Sir, they were red-hot with drinking;

So full of valour, that they fmote the air
For breathing in their faces, beat the ground
For killing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their

ears,

Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, As they finelt mufic: fo I charm'd their cars, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briars, fharp furzes, pricking gofs, and thorns,

Which enter'd their frail skins: at laft I left 'em I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins.

Caliban.

Prof. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never ftick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft; And as with age his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers.

Light of Foot.

Pray you, tread foftly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall.

Fine Sentiment, of Humanity on Repentance.
Ariel. The king,

His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow and difinay; but chiefly him
That you term'd Sir, the good old lord, Gonzalo;
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds: your charm fo ftrongly
works 'em,

That if you now behold them, your affections
Would become tender.

Prof. Doft thou think so, spirit?

Ariel. Mine would, Sir, were I human.
Prof. And mine fhall.

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groves;

And ye, that on the fands with printlefs foot
Do chafe the ebbing Neptune, and do fy him,
When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that
By moon-fhine do the green four ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whofe
paftime

Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the folemn curfew; by whofe aid
(Weak mafters tho' ye be) I have bedimm'd
The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous
winds,

And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I giv'n fire, and rifted Jove's flout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the fpurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have wak'd their fleepers; oped and let them forth By my fo potent art.

Senfes returning.

The charm diffolves apace; And as the morning fteals upon the night, Melting the darknets, fo their rifing fenfes Begin to chafe the ign'rant fumes, that mantle Their clearer reafon

Their understanding

Begins to fwell; and the approaching tide
Will fhortly fill the reafonable fhores,
That now lie foul and muddy.
Ariel's Song.

Where the bee fucks, there fuck I;
In a cowflip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After fummer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, fhall I live now,
Under the, bloffom that hangs on the bough
Patience.

Alon. Irreparable is the lofs; and patience Says, it is paft her cure.

Prof. I rather think,

You have not fought her help; of whofe foft grace,
For the like lofs, I have her fovereign aid,
And rest myself content.

§ 12.

TWELFTH NIGHT, or WHAT YOU WILL. SHAKSPEARE.

Mufic and Love. TF mufic be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, furfeiting, The appetite may ficken, and fo die. That ftrain again;-it had a dying fall: thO, it came o'er my car, like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.--Enough; no

Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and fhall not myself,
One of their kind. that relish ail as tharply,
Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Tho' with their high wrongs I am firuck to
quick,

Yet with my nobler reafon, 'gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The fole drift of my purp fe doth extend
Not a frown farther.

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Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch foever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! So full of thapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.

Love, in reference to Hunting.

O, when my eyes did fee Olivia firit,
Methought the purg'd the air of peftilence;
That inftant was I turn'd into a hart:
And my defires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er fince purfue me.

Natural Affection akin to Love.

O, fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will the love, when the rich golden fhaft Hath kill'd the flock of all affections elfe That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart, Thefe fovereign thrones, are all fupplied, and fill'd

(Her fweet perfections) with one felf-king! Defcription of Sebaftian's Escape. faw your brother,

Oliv.

Refolved Love.

Why, what would you?

Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my foul within the houfe;
Write royal cantos of contemned love,
And fing them loud even in the dead of night;
Holla your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling goffip of the air
Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not reft
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you fhould pity mc.

Difguife.
'Difguife, I fee, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How eafy is it, for the

proper falfe

In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms &
Alas! our frailty is the caufe, not we;
For, fuch as we are made of, fuch we be.

Serious Mufic moft agreeable to Lovers. Now, good Cefario, but that piece of fong, That old and antique fong we heard laft night: Methought it did relieve my paffion much; [tice) More than light airs and recollected terms prac-Of these most brifk and giddy-paced times. True Love.

Moft provident in peril, bind himfelf
(Courage and hope both teaching him the
To a frong maft, that liv'd upon the fea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
faw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could fee.

Actions of the Great always talked of.
You know
What great ones do, the lefs will prattle of.

Outward Appearance a Token of inward
Worth.

There is fair behaviour in thee, captain ; And, though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft clofe in pollution, yet of thee

I will believe, thou haft a mind that fuits
With this thy fair and outward character.
A beautiful Boy.

Dear lad, believe it;

For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That fay, thou art a man; Diana's lip
Is not more fmooth and rubious; thy fmall pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, fhrill and found,
And all is femblative a woman's part.

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Duke. Come hither, boy; if ever thou shalt love In the fweet pangs of it remember me; For fuch as I am, all true lovers are; Unftaid and fkittifh in all motions elfe, Save in the conftant image of the creature That is belov'd.-How doft thou like this tune! Vio. It gives a very echo to the feat Where love is thron'd.

In Love, the Woman bould be youngest. Too old, by heaven; let ftill the woman take An elder than herfelf; fo wears the to him, So fways fhe level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praife ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, fooner loft and worn, Than women's are.

Vio. I think it well, my lord.

Duke. Then let thy love be younger than Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: [thyfelf, For women are as rofes; whofe fair flower, Being once difplay'd, doth fall that very hour. Character of an old Song.

Mark it, Cefario, it is old and plain, The fpinfters and the knitters in the fun, And the free maids that weave their thread with

bones,

Do ufe to chant it; it is filly footh, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.

Song.

Come away, come away, death,

And in fad cyprefs let me be laid: Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am fain by a fair cruel maid.
My fhroud of white ftuck all with yew,
O, prepare it ;

My part of death no one fo true
Did thare it.

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