Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 497 words
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Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. Ah good my Liege, I pray thee pardon me. Good heart, What grace hast thou thus to reprove These Worms for loving, that art most in love? Your eyes do make no couches in your tears. There is no certain Princess that appears. You'll not be perjured, 'tis a hateful thing: Tush, none but Minstrels like of Sonnetting. But are you not a shamed? nay, are you not All three of you, to be thus much o'er ' shot? You found his Moth, the King your Moth did see: But I a Beam do find in each of three. O what a Scene of foolrie have I seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen: O me, with what strict patience have I sat, To see a King transformed to a Gnat. To see great Hercules whipping a Gig, And profound Sallomon to tune a jig. And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, And Critic Timon laugh at idle toys. Where lies thy grief, o tell me good Dumain? And gentle Longavill, where lies thy pain? And where my lieges? all about the breast. A Caudle how! Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betrayed thus to thy overview? Not you by me, but I betrayed to you. I that am honest, I that hold it sin To break the vow I am engaged in. I am betrayed by keeping company With men like men of inconstancy. When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme? Or groan for Love? or spend 〈◊〉 minutes time, In pruning me when shall you hear that I will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye: a gate, a stace, a brow, a breast, a waist, a leg, a limb. Soft, Whither away so fast? A true man, or a the●fe, that gallops so. I post from Love, good Lover let me go. God bless the King. What present hast thou there? Some certain treason. What makes treason here? Nay it makes nothing sir. If it mart nothing neither, The treason and you go in peace away together. I beseech your Grace let this Letter be read, Our person misdoubts it: ttwas treason he said. Berowne read it over. Where hadst thou it? Of Costard. Where hadst thou it? Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. How now, What is in you? Why dost thou tear it? A toy my Liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it. It did move him to passion, & therefore let's hear it. It is Berownes writing, and here is his name. Ah you whoreson loggerhead, you were borne to do me seeme. Guilty my Lord, guilty: I confess, I confess. What? That you three fools, lacked me fool, to make up the mess▪ He, he, and you▪ and you my Liege, and I, Are pick-purse● in Love, and we deserve to die. O dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.
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Now ſtep I foorth to whip hipocriſie. Ah good my Leidge, I pray thee pardon mee. Good hart, What grace haſt thou thus to reproue Theſe Wormes for louing, that art moſt in loue? Your eyes do make no couches in your teares. There is no certaine Princeſſe that appeares. Youle not be periurde, tis a hatefull thing: Tuſh, none but Minſtrels like of Sonnetting. But are you not a ſhamed? nay, are you not All three of you, to be thus much ore' ſhot? You found his Moth, the King your Moth did ſee: But I a Beame do finde in each of three. O what a Scaene of foolrie haue I ſeene, Of ſighes, of grones, of ſorrow, and of teene: O mee, with what ſtrickt patience haue I ſat, To ſee a King transformed to a Gnat. To ſee great Hercules whipping a Gigge, And profound Sallomon to tune a Iigge. And Neſtor play at puſh-pin with the boyes, And Crittick Tymon laugh at idle toyes. Where lies thy griefe, o tell me good Dumaine? And gentle Longauill, where lies thy paine? And where my Liedges? all about the breſt. A Caudle hou! Too bitter is thy ieſt. Are we betrayed thus to thy ouer-view? Not you by mee, but I betrayed to you. I that am honeſt, I that holde it ſinne To breake the vow I am ingaged in. I am betrayed by keeping companie With men like men of inconſtancie. When ſhall you ſee mee write a thing in rime? Or grone for Loue? or ſpend minutes time, In pruning mee when ſhall you heare that I will prayſe a hand, a foote, a face, an eye: a gate, a ſtace, a brow, a breſt, a waſt, a legge, a limme. Soft, Whither away ſo faſt? A true man, or a thefe, that gallps ſo. I poſt from Loue, good Louer let me go. God bleſſe the King. What preſent haſt thou there? Some certaine treaſon. What makes treaſon heere? Nay it makes nothing ſir. Yf it mart nothing neither, The treaſon and you goe in peace away togeather. I beſeech your Grace let this Letter be read, Our perſon miſdoubts it: twas treaſon he ſaid. Berowne reade it ouer. Where hadſt thou it? Of Coſtard. Where hadſt thou it? Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. How now, What is in yo? Why doſt thou teare it? A toy my Leedge, a toy: your grace needs not feare it. It did moue him to paſsion, & therfore lets heare it. It is Berownes writing, and heere is his name. Ah you whoreſon loggerhead, you were borne to do me ſme. Gultie my Lord, guiltie: I confeſſe, I confeſſe. What? That you three fooles, lackt me foole, to make vp the meſſe▪ Hee, hee, and you▪ and you my Leege, and I, Are pick-purſe i Loue, and we deſerue to die. O diſmiſſe this audience, and I ſhall tell you more.