Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 499 words
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The fairest is confession. Were not you here but even now, disguysde? Madame, I was. And were you well advised? I was fair Madam. When you then were here, What did you whisper in your Lady's ear? That more than all the world, I did respect her. When she shall challenge this, you will reject her. Upon mine honour no. Peace peace, forbear: your Oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Despise me when I break this oath of mine. I will, and therefore keep it. Rosaline, What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Madame, he swore that he did hold me dear, As precious eyesight, and did value me Above this World: adding thereto more over, That he would wed me, or else die my Lover. God give thee joy of him: the Noble Lord Most honourably doth uphold his word▪ What mean you Madam: by my life my troth, I never swore this Lady such an oath. By heaven you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this: but take it sir again. My faith and this, the Princess I did give, I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. Pardon me sir, this jewel did she wear, And Lord Berowne (I thank him) is my dear. What? will you have me, or your Pearl again? Neither of either: I remit both twain. I see the trick an't: here was a consent, Knowing aforehand of our merriment, To dash it like a Christmas Comedy: Some carry tale, some please-man, some sleight sane: Some mumble news, some trencher Knight, some Dick That smiles, his cheek in years, and knows the trick To make my Lady laugh, when she's disposed: Told our intentes before: which once disclosed, The Ladies did change Favours; and then we Following the signs, wood but the sign of she▪ Now to our perjury, to add more terror, We are again forsworn in will and error. Much upon this 'tis: and might not you Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue? Do not you know my Lady's foot byth' squire? And laugh upon the apple of her eye? And stand between her back sir and the fire, Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? You put our Page out: go, you are aloud. Die when you will, a Smock shallbe your shroud. You leer upon me, do you: there's an eye Wounds like a leaden sword. Full merely hath this brave nuage, this career been run. Lo, he is tilting strait. Peace, I have done. Welcome pure wit, thou partest a fair fray. O Lord sir, they would know, My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy. When in the world I lived, I was the worlds commander: By East, West, North, and South, I spread my conquering might: My Scutcheon plain declares that I am Alexander. Your Nose says no, you are not: for it stands too right. Your nose smells no in his most tender smelling knight.
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The faireſt is confeſſion. Were not you here but euen now, diſguyſde? Madame, I was. And were you well aduiſde? I was faire Madame. When you then were heere, What did you whiſper in your Ladies eare? That more then all the world, I did reſpect her. When ſhe ſhall challenge this, you will reiect her. Vpon mine honour no. Peace peace, forbeare: your Oth once broke, you force not to forſweare. Deſpiſe me when I breake this oth of mine. I will, and therefore keepe it. Roſaline, What did the Rusſian whiſper in your eare? Madame, he ſwore that he did hold me deare, As precious ey-ſight, and did value me Aboue this Worlde: adding thereto more ouer, That he would wed me, or els die my Louer. God giue thee ioy of him: the Noble Lord Moſt honourablie doth vphold his word▪ What meane you Madame: by my life my troth, I neuer ſwore this Lady ſuch an oth. By heauen you did; and to confirme it plaine, You gaue me this: but take it ſir againe. My faith and this, the Princeſſe I did giue, I knew her by this Iewell on her ſleeue. Pardon me ſir, this Iewell did ſhe weare, And Lord Berowne (I thanke him) is my deare. What? will you haue me, or your Pearle againe? Neither of either: I remit both twaine. I ſee the tricke ant: here was a conſent, Knowing aforehand of our meriment, To daſh it lik a Chriſtmas Comedie: Some carry tale, ſome pleaſe-man, ſome ſleight ſaine: Some mumble newes, ſome trencher Knight, ſome Dick That ſmyles, his cheeke in yeeres, and knowes the trick To make my Lady laugh, when ſhees diſpoſd: Tolde our intentes before: which once diſcloſd, The Ladies did change Fauours; and then wee Folowing the ſignes, wood but the ſigne of ſhee▪ Now to our periurie, to add more terror, We are againe forſworne in will and error. Much vpon this tis: and might not you Foreſtall our ſport, to make vs thus vntrue? Do not you know my Ladies foote by'th ſquier? And laugh vpon the apple of her eie? And ſtand betweene her backe ſir and the fier, Holding a trencher, ieſting merrilie? You put our Page out: goe, you are aloude. Die when you will, a Smocke ſhalbe your ſhroude. You leere vpon me, do you: ther's an eie Woundes like a leaden ſword. Full merely hath this braue nuage, this carrere bin run. Loe, he is tilting ſtraight. Peace, I haue don. Welcome pure wit, thou partſt a faire fray. O Lord ſir, they would know, My hat to a halfe-pennie, Pompey prooues the beſt Worthie. When in the world I liud, I was the worldes commander: By Eaſt, Weſt, North, and South, I ſpred my conquering might: My Scutchion plaine declares that I am Aliſander. Your Noſe ſaies no, you are not: for it ſtands too right. Your noſe ſmels no in his moſt tender ſmelling knight.