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Shakespeare quotes on manThen can I drown an eye (unused to flow) For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight Thou art the grave Source: THE SONNETS 61 Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find out shames and idle hours in me, The scope and tenure of thy jealousy? O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake 111 O for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means which public manners breeds 144 Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still, The better angel is a man right fair No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though many of the rich are damn'd; but if I may have your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may Would God would serve the world so all the year! We'd find no fault with the tithe-woman, if I were the parson The brains of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach Pray you, gentlemen- I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief That the first face of neither, on the start, Can woman me unto 't That was not to be blam'd in the command of the service; it was a disaster of war that Source: ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL There is something in't that stings his nature; for on the reading it he chang'd almost into another man It was the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had praise for creating Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head and nod at every man Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor So please your Majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have Great King, I am no strumpet, by my life; I am either maid, or else this old man's wife Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent His pow'rful mandate to you We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry, The violence of either thee becomes, So does it no man else By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth If thou with Caesar paragon again My man of men If Antony Be free and healthful- why so tart a favour To trumpet such good tidings? If not well, Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes, Not like a formal man I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Should my performance perish [Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man For what I have conquer'd I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, Demand the like He is already Traduc'd for levity; and 'tis said in Rome That Photinus an eunuch and your maids Manage this war Sink Rome, and their tongues rot That speak against us! A charge we bear i' th' war, And, as the president of my kingdom, will Appear there for a man O'er my spirit Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Command me An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers Not many moons gone by Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted, He lessens his requests and to thee sues To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, A private man in Athens His coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child as soon As i' th' command of Caesar One that but performs The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To have command obey'd Scant not my cups, and make as much of me As when mine empire was your fellow too, And suffer'd my command O love, That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st The royal occupation! Thou shouldst see A workman in't Rebukeable, And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee Now like a man of steel I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you, and have fought Not as you serv'd the cause, but as't had been Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors But being charg'd, we will be still by land, Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his galleys Exit CLEOPATRA 'Tis well th'art gone, If it be well to live; but better 'twere Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death Might have prevented many Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; 'Tis the last service that I shall command you A noise within Wherefore's this noise? Enter a GUARDSMAN GUARDSMAN you have train'd me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier, And says, if ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms 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 Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you; I thought that all things had been savage here, And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment I have been told so of many; but indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain? You are a thousand times a properer man Than she a woman Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together; I had rather hear you chide than this man woo Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head- a better jointure, I think, than you make a woman; besides, he brings his destiny with him There's a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions She says I am not fair, that I lack manners; She calls me proud, and that she could not love me, Were man as rare as Phoenix Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in the world; here comes the man you mean Therefore, you clown, abandon- which is in the vulgar leave- the society- which in the boorish is company- of this female- which in the common is woman- which together is Know of me then- for now I speak to some purpose- that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit [To ORLANDO] I will satisfy you if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married to-morrow I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the world A poor virgin, sir, an ill-favour'd thing, sir, but mine own; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that man else will I'll have no father, if you be not he; I'll have no husband, if you be not he; Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, To put the finger in the eye and weep, Whilst man and master laughs my woes to scorn Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for such store, When one is one too many? Go get thee from the door Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in the cold; It would make a man mad as a buck to be so bought and sold Saving your merry humour, here's the note How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat, The fineness of the gold, and chargeful fashion, Which doth amount to three odd ducats more Than I stand debted to this gentleman Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS, with a rope's-end Here comes my man; I think he brings the money Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue But moody and dull melancholy, Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair, And at her heels a huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures and foes to life? In food, in sport, and life-preserving rest, To be disturb'd would mad or man or beast Be patient; for I will not let him stir Till I have us'd the approved means I have, With wholesome syrups, drugs, and holy prayers, To make of him a formal man again Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here, And now he's there, past thought of human reason Along with them They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain, A mere anatomy, a mountebank, A threadbare juggler, and a fortune-teller, A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, A living dead man Within this hour I was his bondman, sir, But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords Now am I Dromio and his man unbound Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him What authority surfeits on would relieve us; if they would yield us but the superfluity while it were wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely; but they think we are too dear I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man the Volsces have an army forth; against whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of our Roman power The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue From every meaner man I know you can do very little alone; for your helps are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single And to make us no better thought of, a little help will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude For your voices I have fought; Watch'd for your voices; for your voices bear Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six I have seen and heard of; for your voices have Done many things, some less, some more You speak o' th' people As if you were a god, to punish; not A man of their infirmity Proceed by process, Lest parties- as he is belov'd- break out, And sack great Rome with Romans Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am [Unmuffling] If, Tullus, Not yet thou know'st me, and, seeing me, dost not Think me for the man I am, necessity Commands me name myself But sure, if you Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue, More than the instant army we can make, Might stop our countryman Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier; No more infected with my country's love Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son- a widow That late he married- hath referr'd herself Unto a poor but worthy gentleman To his mistress, For whom he now is banish'd- her own price Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; By her election may be truly read What kind of man he is That a king's children should be so convey'd, So slackly guarded, and the search so slow That could not trace them! FIRST GENTLEMAN My queen! my mistress! O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man Our dear son, When you have given good morning to your mistress, Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need T' employ you towards this Roman By your leave, ho! [Knocks] I know her women are about her; what If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold Which buys admittance; oft it doth-yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up Their deer to th' stand o' th' stealer; and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief; Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man Let there be no honour Where there is beauty; truth where semblance; love Where there's another man Could I find out The woman's part in me! For there's no motion That tends to vice in man but I affirm It is the woman's part My fault being nothing- as I have told you oft- But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline I was confederate with the Romans Look! I draw the sword myself; take it, and hit The innocent mansion of my love, my heart I love and hate her; for she's fair and royal, And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? The rather- saving reverence of the word- for 'tis said a woman's fitness comes by fits O gods and goddesses! [Seeing the body] These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spongy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams; which portends, Unless my sins abuse my divination, Success to th' Roman host So please your Majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast, with a supply Of Roman gentlemen by the Senate sent Never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, So tender over his occasions, true, So feat, so nurse-like; let his virtue join With my request, which I'll make bold your Highness Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm Though he have serv'd a Roman Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment This above all- to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man Look you, sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expense; and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son, come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it But we both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded His antique sword, Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, Repugnant to command O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly (not to speak it profanely), that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably The single and peculiar life is bound With all the strength and armour of the mind To keep itself from noyance; but much more That spirit upon whose weal depends and rests The lives of many A combination and a form indeed Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man In his lawless fit Behind the arras hearing something stir, Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' And in this brainish apprehension kills The unseen good old man Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? It will be laid to us, whose providence Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt This mad young man This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace, That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies.- I humbly thank you, sir (sings) They bore him barefac'd on the bier (Hey non nony, nony, hey nony) And in his grave rain'd many a tear Will you ha' the truth an't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning; but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry; for you shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence; but to know a man well were to know himself It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gaingiving as would perhaps trouble a woman What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day, Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day O, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand!' to a true man Never did base and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Nor never could the noble Mortimer Receive so many, and all willingly You rogue, here's lime in this sack too! There is nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man I am eight times thrust through the doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut through and through; my sword hack'd like a handsaw- ecce signum! I never dealt better since I was a man Give you a reason on compulsion? If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I My own knee? When I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talent in the waist; I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring So please your Majesty, I would I could Quit all offences with as clear excuse As well as I am doubtless I can purge Myself of many I am charged withal Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my house? I have search'd, I have enquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant What say'st thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy husband? I love him well; he is an honest man So I told him, my lord, and I said I heard your Grace say so; and, my lord, he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouth'd man as he is, and said he would cudgel you By God, I cannot flatter, I defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself I saw young Harry with his beaver on His cushes on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship And so there is; but yet the King hath drawn The special head of all the land together- The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt, And many moe corrivals and dear men Of estimation and command in arms What, old acquaintance? Could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spar'd a better man O, I should have a heavy miss of thee If I were much in love with vanity! Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you you in your throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man In good faith, 'a cares not what mischief he does, if his weapon be out; he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child 'A comes continuantly to Pie-corner- saving your manhoods- to buy a saddle; and he is indited to dinner to the Lubber's Head in Lumbert Street, to Master Smooth's the silkman Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue! Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a man-queller and a woman-queller Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way You speak as having power to do wrong; but answer in th' effect of your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman It would be every man's thought; and thou art a blessed fellow to think as every man thinks And I may say to you we knew where the bona-robas were, and had the best of them all at commandment Dead! 'A would have clapp'd i' th' clout at twelve score, and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to see 'Phrase' call you it? By this day, I know not the phrase; but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command, by heaven Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit, Master Shallow 'A was the very genius of famine; yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores call'd him mandrake My gracious lord! my father! This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd So many English kings Their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society that they flock together in consent, like so many wild geese If I had a suit to Master Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputation of being near their master; if to his men, I would curry with Master Shallow that no man could better command his servants A foutra for thine office! Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King; Harry the Fifth's the man Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you If you be not too much cloy'd with fat meat, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katherine of France; where, for anything I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless already 'a be killed with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr and this is not the man Then go we in, to know his embassy; Which I could with a ready guess declare, Before the Frenchman speak a word of it to wit, no female Should be inheritrix in Salique land; Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala, Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen It is a simple one; but what though? It will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's sword will; and there's an end I will weep for thee; For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like Another fall of man I am boy to them all three; but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man to me; for indeed three such antics do not amount to a man The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irishman- a very vallant gentleman, i' faith By Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans Marry, th' athversary was have possession of the pridge; but he is enforced to retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the pridge; I can tell your Majesty the Duke is a prave man The poor condemned English, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gesture sad Investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats Presenteth them unto the gazing moon So many horrid ghosts Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welshman Then I would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved Owy, cuppele gorge, permafoy! Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword I need not be asham'd of your Majesty, praised be Got, so long as your Majesty is an honest man Will you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen, Our bending author hath pursu'd the story, In little room confining mighty men, Mangling by starts the full course of their glory Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art Protector And lookest to command the Prince and realm Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; A woman clad in armour chaseth them You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; For what you see is but the smallest part And least proportion of humanity And on my side it is so well apparell'd, So clear, so shining, and so evident, That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge, For treason executed in our late king's days? And by his treason stand'st not thou attainted, Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood; And till thou be restor'd thou art a yeoman Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth Which giveth many wounds when one will kill O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry, Pity the city of London, pity us! The Bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men, Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones And, banding themselves in contrary parts, Do pelt so fast at one another's pate That many have their giddy brains knock'd out When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court; But kings and mightiest potentates must die, For that's the end of human misery Let this dissension first be tried by fight, And then your Highness shall command a peace O thou whose wounds become hard-favoured Death, Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath! Brave Death by speaking, whether he will or no; Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit [Aside] She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore to be won Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle! God knows thou art a collop of my flesh; And for thy sake have I shed many a tear Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I could set my ten commandments in your face Before we make election, give me leave To show some reason, of no little force, That York is most unmeet of any man Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity my case! The spite of man prevaileth against me But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how God in all His creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Albans shrine Within this half hour hath receiv'd his sight; A man that ne'er saw in his life before And, Nevil, this I do assure myself, Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King You, madam, for you are more nobly born, Despoiled of your honour in your life, Shall, after three days' open penance done, Live in your country here in banishment With Sir John Stanley in the Isle of Man Enter the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand, with SIR JOHN STANLEY, the SHERIFF, and OFFICERS SERVING-MAN An't please your Grace, here my commission stays; And Sir John Stanley is appointed now To take her with him to the Isle of Man Stanley, I prithee go, and take me hence; I care not whither, for I beg no favour, Only convey me where thou art commanded Small curs are not regarded when they grin, But great men tremble when the lion roars, And Humphrey is no little man in England Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit? Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns, And bear the name and port of gentlemen? Cut both the villains' throats- for die you shall; The lives of those which we have lost in fight Be counterpois'd with such a petty sum! FIRST GENTLEMAN Suffolk's imperial tongue is stem and rough, Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and princes- command silence Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? That parchment, being scribbl'd o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings; but I say 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy Wherefore, on a brick wall have I climb'd into this garden, to see if I can eat grass or pick a sallet another while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man That is too much presumption on thy part; But if thy arms be to no other end, The King hath yielded unto thy demand Wouldst have me kneel? First let me ask of these, If they can brook I bow a knee to man Thy father bears the type of King of Naples, Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem, Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies; And every drop cries vengeance for his death 'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman Royal commanders, be in readiness; For with a band of thirty thousand men Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York, And in the towns, as they do march along, Proclaims him king, and many fly to him Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou, Although thy husband may be Menelaus; And ne'er was Agamemmon's brother wrong'd By that false woman as this king by thee Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself? Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk, Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance; And in the very pangs of death he cried, Like to a dismal clangor heard from far, 'Warwick, revenge! Brother, revenge my death.' So, underneath the belly of their steeds, That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood, The noble gentleman gave up the ghost Would I were dead, if God's good will were so! For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run- How many makes the hour full complete, How many hours brings about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live When this is known, then to divide the times- So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will can; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight May be possessed with some store of crowns; And I, that haply take them from him now, May yet ere night yield both my life and them To some man else, as this dead man doth me Some troops pursue the bloody-minded Queen That led calm Henry, though he were a king, As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust, Command an argosy to stern the waves Her suit is now to repossess those lands; Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in quarrel of the house of York The worthy gentleman did lose his life Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, But dreadful war shall answer his demand Edward's camp, near Warwick Enter three WATCHMEN, to guard the KING'S tent FIRST WATCHMAN But say, I pray, what nobleman is that That with the King here resteth in his tent? FIRST WATCHMAN O, is it So? But why commands the King That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, While he himself keeps in the cold field? SECOND WATCHMAN Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; The bruit thereof will bring you many friends What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia, With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders, Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas And with his troops doth march amain to London; And many giddy people flock to him Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward hear her speak these words, Infuse his breast with magnanimity And make him naked foil a man-at-arms New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd Came to the bar; where to his accusations He pleaded still not guilty, and alleged Many sharp reasons to defeat the law I have done; and God forgive me! Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and train FIRST GENTLEMAN Good angels keep it from us! What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir? SECOND GENTLEMAN Did you not of late days hear A buzzing of a separation Between the King and Katharine? FIRST GENTLEMAN Heaven will one day open The King's eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold bad man The BISHOPS place themselves on each side of the court, in manner of consistory; below them the SCRIBES When was the hour I ever contradicted your desire Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends Have I not strove to love, although I knew He were mine enemy? What friend of mine That had to him deriv'd your anger did Continue in my liking? Nay, gave notice He was from thence discharg'd? Sir, call to mind That I have been your wife in this obedience Upward of twenty years, and have been blest With many children by you I do profess You speak not like yourself, who ever yet Have stood to charity and display'd th' effects Of disposition gentle and of wisdom O'ertopping woman's pow'r Then follows that I weigh'd the danger which my realms stood in By this my issue's fail, and that gave to me Many a groaning throe My sovereign, I confess your royal graces, Show'r'd on me daily, have been more than could My studied purposes requite; which went Beyond all man's endeavours Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman You come to take your stand here, and behold The Lady Anne pass from her coronation? SECOND GENTLEMAN But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine, The Princess Dowager? How goes her business? FIRST GENTLEMAN Exeunt, first passing over the stage in order and state, and then a great flourish of trumpets SECOND GENTLEMAN Exit Procession, with a great flourish of trumpets Enter a third GENTLEMAN God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling? THIRD GENTLEMAN What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the Queen? THIRD GENTLEMAN I humbly thank your Highness And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnowed where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder; for I know There's none stands under more calumnious tongues Than I myself, poor man Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords; for those that tame wild horses Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle, But stop their mouth with stubborn bits and spur 'em Till they obey the manage Nay, my lord, That cannot be; you are a councillor, And by that virtue no man dare accuse you My Lord of Winchester, y'are a little, By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been; 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man Will these please you? Once more, my Lord of Winchester, I charge you, Embrace and love this man You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals? MAN large lengths of seas and shores Between my father and my mother lay, As I have heard my father speak himself, When this same lusty gentleman was got Exeunt all but the BASTARD A foot of honour better than I was; But many a many foot of land the worse Now your traveller, He and his toothpick at my worship's mess- And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, Why then I suck my teeth and catechize My picked man of countries King John, your king and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, Command thy son and daughter to join hands It cannot be; thou dost but say 'tis so; I trust I may not trust thee, for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal, And from Pope Innocent the legate here, Do in his name religiously demand Why thou against the Church, our holy mother, So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce Keep Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop Of Canterbury, from that holy see? This, in our foresaid holy father's name, Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee Good lords, although my will to give is living, The suit which you demand is gone and dead And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear A voluntary zeal and an unurg'd faith To your proceedings; yet, believe me, Prince, I am not glad that such a sore of time Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt, And heal the inveterate canker of one wound By making many what should be in that "Caesar"? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar." Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age since the great flood But it was famed with more than with one man? When could they say till now that talk'd of Rome That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, When there is in it but one only man If the tagrag people did not clap him and hiss him according as he pleased and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man But, woe the while! Our fathers' minds are dead, And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish And why should Caesar be a tyrant then? Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf But that he sees the Romans are but sheep Yes, every man of them, and no man here But honors you, and every one doth wish You had but that opinion of yourself Which every noble Roman bears of you If not the face of men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse- If these be motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence to his idle bed; So let high-sighted tyranny range on Till each man drop by lottery We'll leave you, Brutus, And, friends, disperse yourselves, but all remember What you have said and show yourselves true Romans So I did, Fearing to strengthen that impatience Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal Hoping it was but an effect of humor, Which sometime hath his hour with every man O constancy, be strong upon my side! Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might Here the street is narrow, The throng that follows Caesar at the heels, Of senators, of praetors, common suitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death Publius, good cheer, There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And sure he is an honorable man You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians, Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman Their battles are at hand; They mean to warn us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable O Cassius! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honor by his death This is most strange, That she that even but now was your best object, The argument of your praise, balm of your age, Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle So many folds of favour But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit that, sons at perfect age, and fathers declining, the father should be as ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue [Sings] Fools had ne'er less grace in a year, For wise men are grown foppish; They know not how their wits to wear, Their manners are so apish Acquaint my daughter no further with anything you know than comes from her demand out of the letter Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose, that what a man cannot smell out, 'a may spy into My lord, when at their home I did commend your Highness' letters to them, Ere I was risen from the place that show'd My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post, Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth From Goneril his mistress salutations; Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission, Which presently they read; on whose contents, They summon'd up their meiny, straight took horse, Commanded me to follow and attend The leisure of their answer, gave me cold looks, And meeting here the other messenger, Whose welcome I perceiv'd had poison'd mine- Being the very fellow which of late Display'd so saucily against your Highness- Having more man than wit about me, drew The King would speak with Cornwall; the dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service Caitiff, in pieces shake That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to woman Child Rowland to the dark tower came; His word was still Fie, foh, and fum! I smell the blood of a British man No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son; for he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him Ah dear son Edgar, The food of thy abused father's wrath! Might I but live to see thee in my touch, I'ld say I had eyes again! Old Man Heavens, deal so still! Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feel, feel your pow'r quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough Ere long you are like to hear (If you dare venture in your own behalf) A mistress's command See thyself, devil! Proper deformity seems not in the fiend So horrid as in woman I'll put't in proof, And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law, Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Enter a Gentleman [with Attendants] Sir, I thought it fit To send the old and miserable King To some retention and appointed guard; Whose age has charms in it, whose title more, To pluck the common bosom on his side And turn our impress'd lances in our eyes Which do command them Ha! What is't thou say'st, Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low- an excellent thing in woman I was seen with her in the manor-house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park; which, put together, is in manner and form following 'with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman Adieu, valour; rust, rapier; be still, drum; for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth good Boyet, You are not ignorant all-telling fame Doth noise abroad Navarre hath made a vow, Till painful study shall outwear three years, No woman may approach his silent court I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized In Normandy, saw I this Longaville [Singing] Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canst not hit it, my good man If they do speak our language, 'tis our will That some plain man recount their purposes If to come hither you have measur'd miles, And many miles, the Princess bids you tell How many inches doth fill up one mile [Sir Nathaniel retires] There, an't shall please you, a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dash'd Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canus; And when be was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried; when he breathed, he was a man I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I' the shipman's card Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid; He shall live a man forbid What beast wast then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man, And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man One cried, "God bless us!" and "Amen" the other, As they had seen me with these hangman's hands Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man Here lay Duncan, His silver skin laced with his golden blood, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature For ruin's wasteful entrance; there, the murtherers, Steep'd in the colors of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breech'd with gore Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, That darkness does the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it? OLD MAN And Duncan's horses-a thing most strange and certain- Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promised, and I fear Thou play'dst most foully for't; yet it was said It should not stand in thy posterity, But that myself should be the root and father Of many kings Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; Augures and understood relations have By maggot pies and choughs and rooks brought forth The secret'st man of blood Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny; it hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne, And fall of many kings The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them, but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say? GENTLEWOMAN Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm Excite the mortified man There is Seward's son And many unrough youths that even now Protest their first of manhood But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born He only lived but till he was a man, The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died Thou conclud'st like the sanctimonious pirate that went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scrap'd one out of the table Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes! I have purchas'd as many diseases under her roof as come to- SECOND GENTLEMAN First, an it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman How would you be If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made Sign me a present pardon for my brother Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world aloud What man thou art They say this Angelo was not made by man and woman after this downright way of creation Let him be but testimonied in his own bringings-forth, and he shall appear to the envious a scholar, a statesman, and a soldier If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can; but if he be a married man, he's his wife's head, and I can never cut of a woman's head Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd time out of mind; but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman if it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough; so every true man's apparel fits your thief Happily You something know; yet I believe there comes No countermand; no such example have we How came it that the absent Duke had not either deliver'd him to his liberty or executed him? I have heard it was ever his manner to do so He hath evermore had the liberty of the prison; give him leave to escape hence, he would not; drunk many times a day, if not many days entirely drunk I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house of profession; one would think it were Mistress Overdone's own house, for here be many of her old customers Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting To the under generation, you shall find Your safety manifested Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so well as I do; he's a better woodman than thou tak'st him for Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth; For the four winds blow in from every coast Renowned suitors, and her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece, Which makes her seat of Belmont Colchos' strond, And many Jasons come in quest of her I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker, but he- why, he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's, a better bad habit of frowning than the Count Palatine; he is every man in no man He is a proper man's picture; but alas, who can converse with a dumb-show? How oddly he is suited! I think he bought his doublet in Italy, his round hose in France, his bonnet in Germany, and his behaviour everywhere If I live to be as old as Sibylla, I will die as chaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner of my father's will But soft! how many months Do you desire? [To ANTONIO] Rest you fair, good signior; Your worship was the last man in our mouths In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as your worship shall know by this honest old man; and, though I say it, though old man, yet poor man, my father Shylock thy master spoke with me this day, And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment To leave a rich Jew's service to become The follower of so poor a gentleman Go to, here's a simple line of life; here's a small trifle of wives; alas, fifteen wives is nothing; a'leven widows and nine maids is a simple coming-in for one man Exit LAUNCELOT Alack, what heinous sin is it in me To be asham'd to be my father's child! But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas; the Goodwins I think they call the place, a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word Some dear friend dead, else nothing in the world Could turn so much the constitution Of any constant man Never did I know A creature that did bear the shape of man So keen and greedy to confound a man Truly, the more to blame he; we were Christians enow before, e'en as many as could well live one by another Yet more quarrelling with occasion! Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray thee understand a plain man in his plain meaning What shall de honest man do in my closet? Dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet I will not believe such a Cataian though the priest o' th' town commended him for a true man Her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page; and truly Master Page is an honest man I am sworn of the peace; you have show'd yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and patient churchman Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have suffer'd to bring this woman to evil for your good Think of that-that am as subject to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution and thaw What, hoa, Mistress Page! Come you and the old woman down; my husband will come into the chamber They shall have my horses, but I'll make them pay; I'll sauce them; they have had my house a week at command; I have turn'd away my other guests There is an old tale goes that Heme the Hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor Forest, Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle, And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner Run away with the cozeners; for so soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off from behind one of them, in a slough of mire; and set spurs and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses I cannot tell vat is dat; but it is tell-a me dat you make grand preparation for a Duke de Jamany I have suffer'd more for their sakes, more than the villainous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to bear I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man; but I came from her, Master Brook, like a poor old woman O powerful love! that in some respects makes a beast a man; in some other a man a beast If I had been married to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not have had him Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon; but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue Why should not I then prosecute my right? Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Upon this spotted and inconstant man Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy To be my henchman Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency? Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, In such disdainful manner me to woo Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisby, is the better- he for a man, God warrant us The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in mine orchard, were thus much overheard by a man of mine I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour Enter Leonato, [Antonio] his Brother, Hero his Daughter, and Beatrice his Niece, and a Kinsman; [also Margaret and Ursula] What should I do with him? dress him in my apparel and make him my waiting gentlewoman? He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him I think I told your lordship, a year since, how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the waiting gentlewoman to Hero (Exit Boy.) I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to love, will, after he hath laugh'd at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn by falling in love; and such a man is Claudio He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose, like an honest man and a soldier; and now is he turn'd orthography; his words are a very fantastical banquet-- just so many strange dishes One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace O, do not do your cousin such a wrong! She cannot be so much without true judgment (Having so swift and excellent a wit As she is priz'd to have) as to refuse So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick He hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowstring, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch Five shillings to one on't with any man that knows the statutes, he may stay him! Marry, not without the Prince be willing; for indeed the watch ought to offend no man, and it is an offence to stay a man against his will But know that I have to-night wooed Margaret, the Lady Hero's gentlewoman, by the name of Hero Yes, I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I Yea, in 'twere a thousand pound more than 'tis; for I hear as good exclamation on your worship as of any man in the city; and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it Know, Claudio, to thy head, Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by And, with grey hairs and bruise of many days, Do challenge thee to trial of a man In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion Because we come to do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans If she confess that she was half the wooer, Destruction on my head, if my bad blame Light on the man! Come hither, gentle mistress O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years, and since I could distinguish betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man that knew how to love himself Ere I would say I would drown myself for the love of a guinea hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this? SECOND GENTLEMAN How now, my lord! I have been talking with a suitor here, A man that languishes in your displeasure This fellow's of exceeding honesty, And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, Of human dealings I do attend here on the general; And think it no addition, nor my wish, To have him see me woman'd Marry, patience, Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen, And nothing of a man It is a creature That dotes on Cassio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many and be beguiled by one And to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife! She gave it him, and he hath given it his whore Setting aside his high blood's royalty, And let him be no kinsman to my liege, I do defy him, and I spit at him, Call him a slanderous coward and a villain; Which to maintain, I would allow him odds And meet him, were I tied to run afoot Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Or any other ground inhabitable Where ever Englishman durst set his foot Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot; My life thou shalt command, but not my shame In God's name and the King's, say who thou art, And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms; Against what man thou com'st, and what thy quarrel However God or fortune cast my lot, There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd, The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delightful measure or a dance; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends In war was never lion rag'd more fierce, In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, Than was that young and princely gentleman You have misled a prince, a royal king, A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you unhappied and disfigured clean; You have in manner with your sinful hours Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Broke the possession of a royal bed, And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs; Myself-a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the King in blood, and near in love Till you did make him misinterpret me- Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods, From my own windows torn my household coat, Raz'd out my imprese, leaving me no sign Save men's opinions and my living blood To show the world I am a gentleman Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys! FIRST GENTLEMAN Ah, he is young; and his minority Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester, A man that loves not me, nor none of you Yet had we not determin'd he should die Until your lordship came to see his end- Which now the loving haste of these our friends, Something against our meanings, have prevented- Because, my lord, I would have had you heard The traitor speak, and timorously confess The manner and the purpose of his treasons Two props of virtue for a Christian prince, To stay him from the fall of vanity; And, see, a book of prayer in his hand, True ornaments to know a holy man For happy wife, a most distressed widow; For joyful mother, one that wails the name; For one being su'd to, one that humbly sues; For Queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care; For she that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me; For she being fear'd of all, now fearing one; For she commanding all, obey'd of none Unless for that he comes to be your liege, You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertised, Sir Edward Courtney and the haughty prelate, Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother, With many moe confederates, are in arms The news I have to tell your Majesty Is that by sudden floods and fall of waters Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd; And he himself wand'red away alone, No man knows whither And since that time it is eleven years, For then she could stand high-lone; nay, by th' rood, She could have run and waddled all about; For even the day before, she broke her brow; And then my husband (God be with his soul! 'A was a merry man) took up the child What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man What she bid me say, I will keep to myself; but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the gentlewoman is young; and therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be off'red to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower! Your worship in that sense may call him man This gentleman, the Prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got this mortal hurt In my behalf- my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander- Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my kinsman I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, (God save the mark!) here on his manly breast As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murther her; as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman O, tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion Will you be ready? Do you like this haste? We'll keep no great ado- a friend or two; For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, It may be thought we held him carelessly, Being our kinsman, if we revel much It is some meteor that the sun exhales To be to thee this night a torchbearer And light thee on the way to Mantua Art thou gone so, my lord, my love, my friend? I must hear from thee every day in the hour, For in a minute there are many days [aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.- God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart Indeed I never shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him- dead- Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; And hither shall he come; and he and I Will watch thy waking, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua What if it be a poison which the friar Subtilly hath minist'red to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd Because he married me before to Romeo? I fear it is; and yet methinks it should not, For he hath still been tried a holy man Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! Enter Romeo's Man Balthasar, booted Noting this penury, to myself I said, 'An if a man did need a poison now Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.' O, this same thought did but forerun my need, And this same needy man must sell it me Going to find a barefoot brother out, One of our order, to associate me Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth, So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents; But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come- Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Exit O monstrous beast, how like a swine he lies! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself? FIRST HUNTSMAN This fellow I remember Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son; 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid, Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell; And twenty more such names and men as these, Which never were, nor no man ever saw Are you my wife, and will not call me husband? My men should call me 'lord'; I am your goodman We have not yet been seen in any house, Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces For man or master Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, Keep house and port and servants, as I should; I will some other be- some Florentine, Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to jest, And therefore frame your manners to the time Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life, Puts my apparel and my count'nance on, And I for my escape have put on his; For in a quarrel since I came ashore I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried But, sirrah, not for my sake but your master's, I advise You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an aglet-baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she has as many diseases as two and fifty horses If she be curst, it is for policy, For,she's not froward, but modest as the dove; She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; For patience she will prove a second Grissel, And Roman Lucrece for her chastity O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparison'd like the horse- with a linen stock on one leg and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gart'red with a red and blue list; an old hat, and the humour of forty fancies prick'd in't for a feather; a monster, a very monster in apparel, and not like a Christian footboy or a gentleman's lackey Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man Is more than one, And yet not many Grumio, Draw forth thy weapon; we are beset with thieves; Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man But I with blowing the fire shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold Wonder not, Nor be not grieved- she is of good esteem, Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth; Beside, so qualified as may beseem The spouse of any noble gentleman [To VINCENTIO] Why, how now, gentleman! Why, this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile, Intolerable, not to be endur'd! Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress; Say I command her come to me Re-enter KATHERINA with BIANCA and WIDOW See where she comes, and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion Then was this island- Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckl'd whelp, hag-born-not honour'd with A human shape [To ARIEL] Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds; but then exactly do All points of my command A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it; and for your sake Am I this patient log-man If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say, I saw such islanders, For certes these are people of the island, Who though they are of monstrous shape yet, note, Their manners are more gentle-kind than of Our human generation you shall find Many, nay, almost any You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wind'ring brooks, With your sedg'd crowns and ever harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Answer your summons; Juno does command in one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves When no man was his own This mis-shapen knave- His mother was a witch, and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, And deal in her command without her power Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest Most welcome, sir! [They salute] APEMANTUS Fie, th'art a churl; ye have got a humour there Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame O you gods, what a number of men eats Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood; and all the madness is, he cheers them up too There's much example for't; the fellow that sits next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest man to kill him Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' th' mire APEMANTUS' Grace Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but myself Re-enter CUPID, witb a Masque of LADIES as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing APEMANTUS [To the FOOL] Why, how now, Captain? What do you in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus? APEMANTUS For my own part, I must needs confess I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he mistook him and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman Thou cold sciatica, Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt As lamely as their manners Timon will to the woods, where he shall find Th' unkindest beast more kinder than mankind Alas, kind lord! He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat Of monstrous friends; nor has he with him to Supply his life, or that which can command it Do you damn others, and let this damn you, And ditches grave you all! PHRYNIA AND TIMANDRA That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou, [Digging] Whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast Teems and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, Engenders the black toad and adder blue, The gilded newt and eyeless venom'd worm, With all th' abhorred births below crisp heaven Whereon Hyperion's quick'ning fire doth shine- Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; Teem with new monsters whom thy upward face Hath to the marbled mansion all above Never presented!- O, a root! Dear thanks!- Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas, Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, That from it all consideration slips- Enter APEMANTUS More man? Plague, plague! APEMANTUS Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? APEMANTUS What beast couldst thou be that were not subject to a beast? And what beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in transformation! APEMANTUS [Looks at the gold] O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That sold'rest close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts! Think thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue Set them into confounding odds, that beasts May have the world in empire! APEMANTUS Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men; Then, if thou grant'st th'art a man, I have forgot thee Time, with his fairer hand, Offering the fortunes of his former days, The former man may make him Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right, If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Keep then this passage to the Capitol; And suffer not dishonour to approach The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate, To justice, continence, and nobility; But let desert in pure election shine; And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice Princes, that strive by factions and by friends Ambitiously for rule and empery, Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand A special party, have by common voice In election for the Roman empery Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius For many good and great deserts to Rome Sound drums and trumpets, and then enter MARTIUS and MUTIUS, two of TITUS' sons; and then two men bearing a coffin covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS, two other sons; then TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA the Queen of Goths, with her three sons, ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON, with AARON the Moor, and others, as many as can be How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts Rome shall record; and when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deserts, Romans, forget your fealty to me Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Styga, per manes vehor Ah, Marcus, Marcus! Brother, well I wot Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine, For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine own Give signs, sweet girl, for here are none but friends, What Roman lord it was durst do the deed I'll make you feed on berries and on roots, And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, And cabin in a cave, and bring you up To be a warrior and command a camp Ho, the gibbet-maker? He says that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hang'd till the next week Aemilius, do this message honourably; And if he stand on hostage for his safety, Bid him demand what pledge will please him best Peace, villain, peace!'- even thus he rates the babe- 'For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth, Who, when he knows thou art the Empress' babe, Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.' With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him, Surpris'd him suddenly, and brought him hither To use as you think needful of the man You kill'd her husband; and for that vile fault Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death, My hand cut off and made a merry jest; Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'd Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge These wrongs unspeakable, past patience, Or more than any living man could bear HECTOR TROILUS PARIS DEIPHOBUS HELENUS MARGARELON, a bastard son of Priam Trojan commanders AENEAS ANTENOR CALCHAS, a Trojan priest, taking part with the Greeks PANDARUS, uncle to Cressida AGAMEMNON, the Greek general MENELAUS, his brother Greek commanders Well, Troilus, well! I would my heart were in her body! No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus He has a shrewd wit, I can tell you; and he's a man good enough; he's one o' th' soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and a proper man of person That's Hector, that, that, look you, that; there's a fellow! Go thy way, Hector! There's a brave man, niece Ay, a minc'd man; and then to be bak'd with no date in the pie, for then the man's date is out The specialty of rule hath been neglected; And look how many Grecian tents do stand Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions And in the imitation of these twain- Who, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns With an imperial voice-many are infect If he were foil'd, Why, then we do our main opinion crush In taint of our best man You have broke it, cousin; and by my life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love; And fell so roundly to a large confession To angle for your thoughts; but you are wise- Or else you love not; for to be wise and love Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above Pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride; for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed You shall be mistress, and command him wholly A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o' th's days; and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ache in my bones that unless a man were curs'd I cannot tell what to think on't Attend me where I wheel; Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found, Empale him with your weapons round about; In fellest manner execute your arms As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man Dear lad, believe it, For they shall yet belie thy happy years That say thou art a man Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, And all is semblative a woman's part Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits that think they have thee do very oft prove fools; and I that am sure I lack thee may pass for a wise man Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple; 'tis with him in standing water, between boy and man Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man Be not afraid, good youth; I will not have you; And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man My niece shall take note of it; and assure thyself there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour 'Be opposite with kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity' and consequently sets down the manner how, as How do you, Malvolio? How is't with you? What, man, defy the devil; consider, he's an enemy to mankind You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man You'll find it otherwise, I assure you; therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others to taste their valour; belike this is a man of that quirk [Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't You would have been contracted to a maid; Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd; You are betroth'd both to a maid and man [To VIOLA] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times Thou never shouldst love woman like to me He, upon some action, Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman and follower of my lady's Fetch Malvolio hither; And yet, alas, now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in his case may do Wish me partaker in thy happiness When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, If ever danger do environ thee, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy headsman, Valentine It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe; And, in a word, for far behind his worth Comes all the praises that I now bestow, He is complete in feature and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care, Which to requite, command me while I live That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman But she I mean is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth; And kept severely from resort of men, That no man hath access by day to her Ay, but the doors be lock'd and keys kept safe, That no man hath recourse to her by night Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so, When she for thy repeal was suppliant, That to close prison he commanded her, With many bitter threats of biding there Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, And manage it against despairing thoughts O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue Come, we'll have you merry; I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for How now, are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? The music likes you not Gone to seek his dog, which to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady As many, worthy lady, to yourself! According to your ladyship's impose, I am thus early come to know what service It is your pleasure to command me in These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence; Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse, But mount you presently, and meet with me Upon the rising of the mountain foot That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave; Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly It is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh; they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter; Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all The King hath on him such a countenance As he had lost some province, and a region Lov'd as he loves himself; even now I met him With customary compliment, when he, Wafting his eyes to th' contrary and falling A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; So leaves me to consider what is breeding That changes thus his manners By his great authority; Which often hath no less prevail'd than so On your command Good Queen, my lord, good Queen- I say good Queen; And would by combat make her good, so were I A man, the worst about you I'll reconcile me to Polixenes, New woo my queen, recall the good Camillo- Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy Now, now; I have not wink'd since I saw these sights; the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half din'd on the gentleman; he's at it now I must have saffron to colour the warden pies; mace; dates- none, that's out of my note; nutmegs, seven; race or two of ginger, but that I may beg; four pound of prunes, and as many of raisins o' th' sun I know this man well; he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a process-server, a bailiff; then he compass'd a motion of the Prodigal Son, and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies; and, having flown over many knavish professions, he settled only in rogue How now, good fellow! Why shak'st thou so? Fear not, man; here's no harm intended to thee Yet for the outside of thy poverty we must make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly- thou must think there's a necessity in't- and change garments with this gentleman [Aside] What I do next shall be to tell the King Of this escape, and whither they are bound; Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail To force him after; in whose company I shall re-view Sicilia, for whose sight I have a woman's longing Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner Seest thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? Hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? Receives not thy nose court-odour from me? Reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? Think'st thou, for that I insinuate, that toaze from thee thy business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier cap-a-pe, and one that will either push on or pluck back thy business there; whereupon I command the to open thy affair If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly; the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster Being something gently consider'd, I'll bring you where he is aboard, tender your persons to his presence, whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in man besides the King to effect your suits, here is man shall do it Now he thanks the old shepherd, which stands by like a weather-bitten conduit of many kings' reigns My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on, Which sixteen winters cannot blow away, So many summers dry Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by th' well-doing steed Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harmed; Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, And reigned commanding in his monarchy Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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