Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 470 words
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Sick now, droop now, this sickness doth infect The very life blood of our enterprise, 'tis catching hither even to our camp, He writes me here that inward sickness, And that his friends by deputation Can not so soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet To lay so dangerous and dear a trust On any soul removed but on his own, Yet doth he give us bold advertisement, That with our small conjunction we should on, To see how fortune is disposed to us, For as he writes there is no quailing now, Because the king is certainly possessed Of all our purposes, what say you to it? Your father's sickness is a maim to us. A perilous gash, a very limb lopped off, And yet in faith it is not, his present want Seems more than we shall find it: were it good To set the exact wealth of all our states All at one cast? to set so rich a main On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? It were not good for therein should we read The very bottom and the soul of hope, The very list, the very utmost bound Of all our fortunes. Faith, and so we should, Where now remains a sweet reversion, We may boldly spend upon the hope of what 'tis to come in, A comfort of retirement lives in this. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto If that the Devil and mischance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs. But yet I would your father had been here: The quality and hair of our attempt Brooks no division, it will be thought By some that know not why he is away, That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike Of our proceed kept the Earl from hence, And think how such an apprehension May turn the tide of fearful faction, And breed a kind of question in our cause : For well you know we of the offering side Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement, And stop all sight-holes every loop from whence The eye of reason may pry in upon us, This absence of your fathers draws a curtain That shows the ignorant a kind of fear Before not dreamt of. You strain too far. I rather of his absence make this use, It lends a lustre and more great opinion, A larger dare to our great enterprise Then if the Earl were here, for men must think If we without his help can make a head To push against a kingdom, with his help We shall oreturne it topsy-turvy down, Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole. As heart can think, there is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear, My cousin Vernon, welcome by my soul.
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Sicke now, droupe now, this sicknes doth infect The very life bloud of our enterprise, Tis catching hither euen to our campe, He writes me here that inward sicknesse, And that his friends by deputation Could not so soone be drawn, nor did he thinke it meet To lay so dangerous and deare a trust On any soule remoou'd but on his own, Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement, That with our small coniunction we should on, To see how fortune is disposd to vs, For as he writes there is no quailing now, Because the king is certainly possest Of al our purposes, what say you to it? You fathers sicknesse is a maime to vs. A perillous gash, a very limbe lopt off, And yet in faith it is not, his present want Seemes more then we shal find it: were it good To set the exact wealth of al our states Al at one cast? to set so rich a maine On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre? It were not good for therein should we read The very bottome and the soule of hope, The very list, the very vtmost bound Of all our fortunes. Faith, and so we should, Where now remaines a sweet reuersion, We may boldly spend vpon the hope of what tis to come in, A comfort of retirement liues in this. A randeuous, a home to flie vnto If that the Diuel and mischance looke big Vpon the maidenhead of our affaires. But yet I would your father had bin heere: The quality and haire of our attempt Brookes no deuision, it will be thought By some that know not why he is away, That wisedome, loialty, and meere dislike Of our proceedings kept the Earle from hence, And thinke how such an apprehension May turne the tide of fearfull faction, And breed a kind of question in our cause For wel you know we of the offring side Must keepe aloofe from strict arbitrement, And stop al sight-holes euery loope from whence The eie of reason may prie in vpon vs, This absence of your fathers drawes a curtain That shewes the ignorant a kind of feare Before not dreamt of. You straine too far. I rather of his absence make this vse, It lends a lustre and more great opinion, A larger dare to our great enterprise Then if the Earle were here, for men must thinke If we without his helpe can make a head To push against a kingdome, with his helpe We shal oreturne it topie tury down, Yet all goes well, yet all our ioints are whole. As hart can thinke, there is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland as this tearme of feare, My coosen Vernon, welcom by my soule.