For you fhall hop without my custom, Sir: Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Even in thefe honeft mean habiliments; 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; A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, To painful labour both by fca and land; arc. Then vail your ftomachs, for it is no boot; § 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, It thould the good fhip fo have fwallow'd, and The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd As wicked dew, as c'er my mother brush'd Water with berries in't, and teach me how Curs'd be I, that I did fo! all the charms Caliban's Exultation after Profpero tells him he Prof. Abhorred flave! like Mufic. Where fhould this mufic be? i' the airor the earth? Ariel's Song. cycs: Into fomething rich and ftrange. 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! 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 Too fervere Reproof animadverted upon. Satire on Utopian Forms of Government. And women too, but innocent, and pure : All things in common nature should produce Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, I would with fuch perfection govern, Sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: A fine Apofiopfis. They fell together all, as by confent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-ftroke. What might, Worthy Sebaftian?-O, what might?-no more:- 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. I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; True and unbiased Affection.-Ferdinand, bearing a Log. There be fome sports are painful; but their Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of bafenefs Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth And put it to the foil: but you, O you, Miranda's offering to carry the Logs for bim is I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that; And afterwards, bow innocent! Punishment of Crimes delayed, not forgotten. Guilty Confcience. O, it is monftrous! monftrous!- Like poifon given to work a great time after, Profpero's Bonft of Miranda, Do not fmile at me that I boaft her off; Continence before Marriage. Prof. If thou doft break her virgin-knot, before Ferd. With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den, Paffion too frong for Vors. Ferdinand's Anfier. I warrant you, Sir; The white, cold, virgin-snow upon my heart Abates the ardor of my liver. 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 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. His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted; That if you now behold them, your affections Prof. Doft thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, Sir, were I human. groves; And ye, that on the fands with printlefs foot Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice 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 Where the bee fucks, there fuck I; 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, § 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 Yet with my nobler reafon, 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there, Love, in reference to Hunting. O, when my eyes did fee Olivia firit, 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, Difguife. proper falfe In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms & 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 Actions of the Great always talked of. Outward Appearance a Token of inward 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 Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years, 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. 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