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The tale of Tercus; here the leaf's turn'd down, How may we steal from hence; and, for the gap Where Philonel gave up ;-I have enough:

That we shall make in tiine, from our hence-going,
To the truuk again, and thut the fpring of it. And our return, t'excuse: but first, how get hence?
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night! that dawn- Why should excuse be born, or e'er begot?
May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; [ing We 'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee, speak,
Tho' this a heavenly angel, hell is here. How many score of miles may we well ride
[lle goes into the Trunk; the Scene closes. Twist hour and hour?

Pif. One score 'twixt fun and sun,
'Tis gold

Madam, 's enough for you ; and too much too.

Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Which buys admittance: oft it doth; yez, and makes Could never go fo flow: I have heard of riding Diana's rangers false themselves, and yield up

wagers, Their deer io the stand o’the Itealer : and 'tis gold where hortis have been nimbler than the sands Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the That runi'the clock's behalf But this is foolery. thicf;

Go, bid my woman feign a fickness; say,
Nav, sometime hangs both thief and true man: what She'll home t' her father: and provide me presently
Can it not do, and undo

A riding suit; no costlier than would fit
A Satire on Women.

A franklin's housewife.
Is there no way for men to be, but women Pif. Madam, you ’re best consider.
Muit be half-workers? We are all baftards;

Imo. I fee before me, man, nor here, nor here, And that most venerable man, which I

Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them, Did call my father, was I know not where

That I cannot look thro'. Away, I prychee; When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools Do as I bid thee: there 's no more to fay; Made me a counterfeit : yet my mother seem'd

Acceslible is none but Milford way.
The Dian o' that time : fo doth


A Forrft, with a Cave, in Wales.
The nonpareil of this.-0, vengeance, vengeance! Enter Bilarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Me of my lawful plealure the restrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such
A pudency so roly, the sweet view on 't

Whole roof 's as low as ours. Stoop, boys: this gate Might well have warm’d old Saturn ;-that I Instructs you how t'adore the heavens; and bews thought her

you As chaste as unfurn'd snow.

To morning's holy office. The gates of monarchs - Could I find out

Are arch'd to high that giants may jet thro' The woman's part in me !—for there's no motion And keep their impious turbans on, without That tends to vice in man, but I affirm.

Good-morrow tothe lun.- Hail, thou fair heaven! It is the woman's part : be it lying, note it,

We houle i’ the rock, yet use thce not so hardly The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; As proudor livers do. Lust, and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges hers;

Guid, Hail, hcaven ! Ambitions, coverings, change of prides, dildain,

Aru. Hail, heaven!

[hill: Nice-longings, flanders, mutability : {hers,

Bel. Now for our mountain sport up to Al faults that name, way, that hell knows, why, Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. ConIn part, or all; but, rather, all: for even to vice

lider, They are not constant, but are changing still ;

When you above perceive me like a crow, One vice, but of a minute old, for one

That it is place which lessens, and sets off. Not half to old as that. I'll write against them, And you may then revolve what tales I've told you, Detest them, curse them :-yet 'tis greater ikill

Of couits, of princes, of the tricks in war: In a true hate, to pray they have their will:

This service is not service, so being done, The very devils cannot plague them better.

But being so allow'd: To apprehend thus,

Draws us a profit from all things we fee :
All'ife's Impatience to meet her Husband. And often, to our comfort, shall we find
O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pi. The fharded bectle in a safer hold

Than is the full-sving'd cagle. O, this life He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me

Is nobler, than attending for a check ; How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs

Richer, than doing nothing for a babe; May plod it in a week, why may not I Prouder, than rufiling in unpaid-for filk : Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pifanio, Such guin the cap of him that makes them fine, (Wholong'ft, like me, to see thy lord, wholong'It-Yet keeps his book incrois d: no life to ours. ò, let me bate-but not like me : yet long it Guid. Out of your proof you speak; we, poor, Bue in a fainter kiud :-(, not like mc;


[know not Formine 's beyond, beyond )---say, and speak thick, Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing What air 's from home. Fiaply, this life is best, To the fimothering of the fente)-how far it is If quiet life be beft; sweeter to you, To this fame vlefied Milford : And, by th’ way. That have a tharper known; well corresponding Tell me how Wales was rade so happy, as With your stiff ave: but, unto us, it is Tinlicrit such a haven : But, first of all, A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed;

A prison



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A prison for a debtor, that not dares

And thus I set my foot on his neck; even then To ftride a limit.

The princely blod Hows in his check, he sweats, Arv. What should we speak of

Strainshis young nerves,and puts himselfinpofture
When we are as old as you ? when we fall hear That acts my words. The younger brother,
The rain and wind beat dark Decenibcr, how,

In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse (Once, Arviragus) in'as like a figure
The freezing hours away? We have feen nothing: Strikes life into my speech, and thews much more
We are beastly ; subtle as the fux, for prey: His own conceiving.
Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat :

Onir valour is, to chase what flies; our cage

-No, 'tis lander,
We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,

Whofeedge is Marperthan the livord; whose tongue
And sing our bondage freely.

Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Bel. How you speak!

Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
Did you but know the city's usuries,

All corners of the world : Kings, queens, and
And felt thein knowingly: the art o' the court, ftates,
As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave,
Is certain falling, or so flipp'ry, that

This viperous llander enters.
The fear 's as bad as falling : The toil of the war,
A pain that only seems to feek out danger

A Wife's Innocency.
I'the name of fame, and honour; which dies i'the

False to his bed! What is it to be false?
And hath as oft a fland'rous epitaph, [search ;

To lie in watch there, and to think on him?
As record of fair act; nay, many times

To wcep 'twixtclock and clock ?--If sleep charge
Doth ill deserye, by doing well ; what's worse,
Must curt'fie at the censure: 0, boys, this story To brcak it with a fearful dream of him,
The world may read in me: my body 's mark'á And cry myself awake? That’s false to 's bed?
With Roman fwords; and my report was nice

Woman in Man's Dress.
First with the best of note : Cymbeline lov'd me, You must forget to be a woman; change
And when a soldier was the theme, my name Command into obedience ; fear and niceness,
Was not far off: then was I as a tree [bigbt, (The handmaids of all women, or more truly
Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one Woman its pretty self), into a waggish courage,
A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, Ready in gibes, quick-answered, faucy, and
Shook doin my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, As quarrellous as the weazel : nay, you must
And left me bare to weather.

Forget that rarest treasure of your check,
Guid. Uncertain favour!

[you oft) Exposing it (but 0, the harder heart !
Bel. My fault being nothing, (as I have told Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch
But that two villains, whose falle oaths prevail'd Of common kifling Titan; and forget

my perfect honour, swore to Cymbcline, Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
I was confederate with the Romans: so You made great Juno angry.
Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years,
This rock, and these demelnes, have been my

The Forest and Cave.
world :

Enter Imogen in Boy's Clothes. Where I have lived at honest freedom ; paid Imo. I fee, a man's life is a tedious one : More pious debts to Heaven, than in all stains ;(I've tir'd myself; and for two nights together The fore-end of my time.—But, up to th’moun- Have made the ground my bed. I thould be fick, This is not hunters language: he that Itrikes But that my resolution helps me.

.-Milford, The venison first, shall be the lord o'th' fcast; When from the mountain-top Pifanio shew'd thee, To him the other two shall minister;

Thou waft within a ken. O, Jove! I think, And we will fear no poison, which attends Foundations fly the wretched : luch, I mean, In place of greater state.

Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars

told me,
'The Force of Nature.

I could n't miss my way: will poor folks lie
How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature ! That have afiliations on them ; knowing 'tis
These boys know little, they are fons to th`king; 4 punishment, or irial? Yes: no wonder,
Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness
They think they're mine : and, though train d up is forer than to lie for need; and falsehood
thus meanly

[hit Is worse in kings than beggars.-My dear lord !
V the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do Thou art one oʻthe false ones: now I think on thee,
The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, My hunger 's gone; but even before, I was
In simple and low things, to prince it, much At point to fink for food.--But what is this?
Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,

[ Seeing ibe Cave. The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom Here is a path to it :-'tis some savage hold; The king his father call a Guiderius, Jove ! I were beft not call; I dare not call: yet famine, When on my three-foot stool I fit, and tell Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. The warlike feats I've done, his fpirits fly out Plenty, and peace, breed cowards; hardness ever lato my story: fay--thus mine enciny feil; Of hardiness is mother.

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Arv. Stark, as you see : - Weariness

Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled Number, Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Not as death's dart, being laugh d at: his right Finds the down pillow hard.

Ropoting on a cushion.

[check Harmless Innocence.

Guid. Where? Imo. Good masters, harm me not :

Arv, O' the Roor:

[put Before I enter'd here, I cail'd; and thought

His arms thus leagued : I thought he Nept; and To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took : My clouted brogues from off my feet, whole rudegood troth, I found Aniwer'd my steps too loud.

[nets I have stolen nought; nor would not, tho I had Guid. Why, he but sleeps : Gold strew'd o'th' floor. Here's money for mymeat: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed ; I would have left it on the board, so soon

With female fairies will bis tomb be haunted, As I had made my meal, and parted

And worins will not come to thee. With for the provider.

Arru. With faireft flowers, prayers Guid, Money, youth?

While summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, Aiv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt ! ['ll fwecten thy fad grave : thou shalt not lack As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those

The flow'r, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor Who worship dirty gods.

The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor

The leaf of eglantine, whom not to flander,
To whom? to thee? What art thou ? Have not I With charitable bill (o bill fore thaming

Out-tweeten'd not thy breath; the ruddock would An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big?

Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Thy words, 1 grant, are bigger; for I wear not

Without a monument !) bring thee all this;
My dagger in my mouth.

Yea, and furr d moss befides, when flow'rs are
To winter-ground thy corfe.---

-Bring scarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Bil. Great griefs, I fee, ined'cine the less : for
Of roaring terrors; for defect of judgment

Is oft the cure of fear.

Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys;
Inborn Royalty

And, though he came our enemy, remember
-0, thou gouders,

He was paid for that: though mean and mighty Thou divine nature, how thyself thou blazon'st Together have one duít; yet reverence [rotung In these two princely boys! they are as gentle

(That angel of the world) doth make diftinction As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,

Of place 'tween higb and low. Our foe was Not wagging his sweet head ; and yet as rough,

princcly; Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'ft wind, And though you took his life, as being our foe, That by the top doth take the mountain pine,

Yir bury him as a prince.
And make him ftoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful Guid. Pray you fetch him higher.
That an invifiole instinct ihould frame then

Therlites' body is as good as Ajax,
To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;

When neither are alive.
Civility not seen from other; valour,

Funeral Dirge.
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
As if it had been fow'd !

Nor the furious winter's

rages ; Enter Arvirag us, with Imogen deal, bearing ber

Thou thy worldly talk haft done, in bis Aims.

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Bel. Look, here he comes,

Golden lads and girls all mult, And brings the dire occafion in his arms,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Of what we blame him for!

Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Arw. The bird is dead

Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; That we have made so much on. I had rather

Care no more to clothe, and eat; Have skipp'd from fixteen years of age, to fixty,

To thee the recd is as the oak : To have turn d my leaping time into a crutch,

The sceptre, learning, physic, must Than have seen this.

All follow this, and come to dust. Guid. O, sweetest, faireft lily!

Guid. Fear no more the lightning Hath, My brother wears thee not the one half so well, Av. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-Itone; As when thou grew'st thylelf.

Guid. Fear ng lander, censure rash; Bel. O, melancholy !

Arv. Thou hast finith'd joy and moan. Who ever yet could found thy bortom? find

Imogen awaking. The coze, to thew what coast thy fluggish care Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the Might eas'lieft harbour in? Thou blefled thing!

way!Jove knows what mán thou might'st have made; I thank you—by yond buch ?-pray, how far but I,

thither? Thou diedit, a most rare boy, of melancholy! Ods, pitikins !-can it be six miles yet? [sleep. How found you him?

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But soft ! no bedfellow :- gods and goddelies! The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike,

[Seeing the body. No fairy takes, nor witch hath pow'r to charm, These Pow'rs are like the pleasures of the world; So hallow'd and fo gracious is the time. This bloody man, the care on 't. I hope I dream;

Morning. For, so, I thought I was a cave-kceper,

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, And cook to honcst creatures: but 'tis not so ; Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,

Real Grief.
Which the brain makes of fumes: our very eyes
Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good

Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. I tiemble still with fear': but if there be [faith, Nor customary suits of solemn black,

'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!

Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, The dreain's here still : even when I wake, it is Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,

No, nor the fiuitful river in the Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt

Together with all forms, modes, ihews of grief, Routed Army.

That can denote me truly : these, indeed, teem, No blame be to you, Sir; for all was lost, For they are actions that a man night play: But that the heavens fought: the king himself But I have that within, which pafluth ihow; Of his wings deftirute, the army broken,

These, but the trappings and the tuits of woe. And but the backs of Britons icen, all Aving

Immoderate Grief difiomnended. Thro' a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted,

'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Lolling the tongue with flaught’iing, having work

Hamlet, More plentiful than tuols to do’t, itruck down Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, foine falling But, you must know, your father for a father;

To give these mourning duties to your father: Merely through fear; that the straight pa's was That father loft, joit his ; and the survivor bound,

damm'i With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living To do obsequious forrow. But to persever

In filial obligation, for some term
To die with lengthen'd shame.

In obftinate condolement, is a courte

Of impious iubbornnels; 'tis unmanly grief:
I, in mine own woe charm'd,

It thews a will most incorrect to Heaven; Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; A heart unfortified, or mind impatient; Nor feel him, where he struck: being an ugly An understanding simple and unicould : monster,

For what, we know, muft be, and is as common 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, As any the most vulgar thing to fense, Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we, Why should we, in our peevith opposition, That draw his knives i'the war.

Take it to heart? Fje! 'uis a fault to Heaven,

A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, $ 18. HAMLET. SHAKS PEARE.

To reason most absurd; whosi cominon theine Prodigies.

Is death of fathers, and who ili hath cried,

From the first corse till he that did to-day,
IN the most high and palmy state of Rome, This must be fo.
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

Hamilt's Soliloqrey on bis Mother's Marriage. The graves food tewantless, and the theeted dead

O, that this too, too folid fleth would melt, Did squeak and gibber in the Roman itrects;

Thaw, and resolve itfelf into a desy! Stars thone with trains of fire; dews of blood fell; Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd Disasters veil'd the fun; and the moist star,

His cannon 'gainst felf-laughter! O God! O God!
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire ftands, How weary, Itale, fiat, and unprofitable
Was fick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

Scem to me all the uses of this world!
Gbofis vanish at tbe crowing of the Cock; cand the Lie on 't! O fie! ’ris an unweeded garden,

Riverence paid to Chrilmes-Time. That grows to feed; things rank and gross in
Ber. Itwas about to speak, when the cock crew.

Hor. And then it Itarted like a guilty thing, Poffefs it merely. That it should come to this! Upon a fearful suminons. I have heard, Buttwo inonths dead ! nay, nut to much, not two: The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,

So excellent a king; that was, to this, Doth with his lofty and fhrill-founding throat Hyperion to a satyr: fo loving to my mother, Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, That he might not be cein the winds of taren Whether in fca or fire, in carth or air,

Vilit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Th' extravagant and erring fpirit hics

Muft Ir:memberi--whv,fe would hang on him, To his confine: and of the truth herein, As if incre: ic of appetie had grown This present object made probation.

By what it fud on: and yet, within a monthMar. It faded at the crowing of the cock. Let me not think on't--frailty, thy name is Some fay, that ever 'gainst that fearon coms,

woman ! Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, A little month;-or ere there thoes were old, This bird of dawning fingeth all night long : With which the follouv'd my poor father's body, And then, they fuy, no fpirit walks abroad; Like Niobe, ali icars;-why ihu, even she


O Heaven !


O Hearen! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Hamlet, on the Appearance of bis Fatker's Gbojl. Would have mourn d longer – married with mine Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! uncle,

Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, My father's brother; buit no more like my father, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from Than I to Hercules : within a inonth;

Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, [hell, Ere vet the falt of most unrighteous tears Thou com'st in such a questionable fhape, Had left the flushing in her gailed cyes, That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee Hamlet, She married: ( most wicked ?peed, to post King, father, royal Dane: 0, answer me: With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! Let me not burst in ignorance ! buc tell, It is not, nor it cannot come to, good.

Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, A complete Man.

Havé burst thcir cerements? why the fepulchre,
He was a man, take him for all in all, Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn’d,
I shall not look upon his like again.

Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws,
Cautions to young Ladies.

To cast thee up again? What may this mean, For Hamlet, and the trilling of his favour,

That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel, Hold it a fathion, and a toy in blood ;

Revisit'st thus the glimples of the moon, A viclet in the youth of primy nature,

Making night hidcous; and we fools of nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,

So borridly to shake our difpofition The perfume and suppliance of a minute;

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? No more.

The Mifebiofs it might tempt bim to. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, or to ihe dreadful summit of the cliff,

What if it tempt you towards the flood, my lord, If with too credent ear yor list his fongs;

That beetles o'er his base into the sea? Or lose your heart; or your ciiafte treature open

And there assume tome other horrible form, To his unmaster'd importunity.

Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear fisier;

And draw you into madness! Think of it: And keep you in the rear of your afficlion,

The very place puts toys of desperation, Out of the shot and danger of defire.

Without more motive, into ev'ry brain, The chariest maid is prodigal enough,

That looks so many fathoms to the sea,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:

And hears it roar beneath.
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes :
The canker galls the infants of the spring

Entir Ghol and Hamlct.
Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;

Hum. Wbither wilt thou Icad ine? spcak, I'll And in the morn and liquid dew of youth

(loft. Mark nie.

[go no further.

Han. I will
Contagious blastments are most imminent.

Gbol. My hour is almost come,
A Satire oul ingracious Parys.
I shall th' effects of this goud lulion keep

When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames

Must render up mylelf. As watchmen to my heart : but, good my brother,

Ham. Alas, poor ghost! Do not, as fome ungracious pastors do,

Gkujt. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;

To what I shall unfold. Whilft, like a puft and reckless libertine,

Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear. hear. Himself the primrose paths of dalliance treads,


. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt And recks not his own rcad.

Him. What?
A Fatber's Ailvice to his Sor, going to travel. Gunt. I am thy father's spirit;

Give thy thoughts no tongue, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
Nor any unproportion'd thought bis ačt. And, for the day, confin'd to falt in fires,
Be thou fainiliar, but by no means vulgar. Till the foul crimnes done in my days of nature,
The friends thou hatt, and their adoption tried, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
Grapple them to thy foul with hooks of fteci, To teil the secrets of my prison-house,
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg d comrade. Beware Would harrow uptly foul; freeze thy young blood;
Of entrance to a quarrel ; but, being in,

Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their Bear it, that the opposer iniy beware of thice.

Ipheres ;
Give ev'ry man thine car, but few hy voice : Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
Take cach man's centure, but referve thy judg. And cach particular hair to stand on end
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, {ment. Like quils upon the fretful porcupine :
But noe express d in farcv; rich, not gaudy:. But this etcrnai blazon must not be
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

To eary of Acth and blood: List, lift, o list! Neither a bortower, nor a Jender be:

If thou didst ever thy dear father loveFor loin oft lofes both itself and friend;

Hum. O Heaven!

(murder, And borrowing dulls the edge of hufbandry. Gbosi

. Revenge his foul and most unnatural This above all, to thinc own felf be true ;

H:. Murder And it must follow, as the night the dar,

67:. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; Thou canh rc: then be falte to any min. But this most foul, ftrange, and unnatur.d.

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