Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 503 words
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To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be, it is impossible. Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. Why that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that lose grace, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools, A jests prosperity lies in the ear, Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it: then if sickly ears Deafed with the clamours of their own dear groans, Will hear your idle scorns; continue then, And I will have you, and that fault withal. But if they will not, throw away that spirit, And I shall find you empty of that fault, Right joyful of your reformation. A twelvemonth? well; befall what will befall, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an Hospital. I sweet my Lord, and so I take my leave. No Madam, we will bring you on your way. Our wooing doth not end like an old Play: Iacke hath not Gill: these Lady's courtesy Might well have made our sport a Comedy. Come sir, it wants a twelvemonth an aday. And then 'twill end. That's too long for a Play. Sweet Majesty vouchsafe me. Was not that Hector? The worthy Knight of Troy. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a Votary; I have vowed to Iaquenetta To hold the Plough for her sweet love three year. But most esteemed greatness, will you hear the Dialogue that the two Learned men have compiled, in praise of the Owl and the Cuckoo? it should have followed in the end of our show. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Holla, Approach. This side is Hiems, Winter. This Ver, the Spring: The one maintained by the Owl, th' other by the Cuckoo. Ʋer begin. When Daisies pied, and Violets blue, And Cuckow-budds of yellow hue: And Ladi-smockes all silver white, Do paint the Meadows with delight: The Cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus singes he, Cuckoo. Cuckoo, Cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear. When Shepherds pipe on Oaten Straws, And merry Larks are ploughmen's Clocks: When Turtles tread and Rooks and Daws, And Maidens bleach their summer smocks: The Cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus singes he, Cuckoo. Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear. When Isacles hang by the wall, And Dick the Shepherd blows his nail: And Thom bears Logs into the hall, And Milk comes frozen home in pail: When Blood is nipped, and ways be full, Then nightly singes the staring Owl Tu-whit to-who. A merry note, While greasy Ione doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the Parsons saw▪ And Birds sit brooding in the Snow, And Marrians nose looks red and raw: When roasted Crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly singes the staring Owl, Tu-whit to-who. A merry note, While greasy Ione doth keel the pot.
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To moue wilde laughter in the throate of death? It cannot be, it is impoſſible. Mirth cannot moue a ſoule in agonie. Why thats the way to choake a gibing ſpirrit, Whoſe influence is begot of that looſe grace, Which ſhallow laughing hearers giue to fooles, A ieſtes proſperitie lies in the eare, Of him that heares it, neuer in the tongue Of him that makes it: then if ſickly eares Deaft with the clamours of their owne deare grones, Will heare your idle ſcornes; continue then, And I will haue you, and that fault withall. But if they will not, throw away that ſpirrit, And I ſhall finde you emptie of that fault, Right ioyfull of your reformation. A tweluemonth? well; befall what will befall, Ile ieſt a tweluemonth in an Hoſpitall. I ſweete my Lord, and ſo I take my leaue. No Madame, we will bring you on your way. Our wooing doth not ende like an olde Play: Iacke hath not Gill: theſe Ladies courteſie Might well haue made our ſport a Comedie. Come ſir, it wants a tweluemonth an' aday. And then twill ende. That's too long for a Play. Sweete Maieſtie vouchſafe me. Was not that Hector? The worthie Knight of Troy. I will kiſſe thy royall finger, and take leaue. I am a Votarie; I haue vowde to Iaquenetta To holde the Plough for her ſweete loue three yeere. But moſt eſteemed greatnes, will you heare the Dialogue that the two Learned men haue compiled, in prayſe of the Owle and the Cuckow? it ſhould haue followed in the ende of our ſhew. Call them foorth quickly, we will do ſo. Holla, Approch. This ſide is Hiems, Winter. This Ʋer, the Spring: The one maynteined by the Owle, th' other by the Cuckow. Ʋer begin. When Daſies pied, and Violets blew, And Cuckow-budds of yellow hew: And Ladi-ſmockes all ſiluer white, Do paint the Meadowes with delight: The Cuckow then on euerie tree, Mocks married men; for thus ſinges hee, Cuckow. Cuckow, Cuckow: O word of feare, Vnpleaſing to a married eare. When Shepheards pipe on Oten Strawes, And merrie Larkes are Ploughmens Clocks: When Turtles tread and Rookes and Dawes, And Maidens bleach their ſummer ſmockes: The Cuckow then on euerie tree, Mockes married men, for thus ſinges he, Cuckow. Cuckow, cuckow: O word of feare, Vnpleaſing to a married eare. When Iſacles hang by the wall, And Dicke the Sheepheard blowes his naile: And Thom beares Logges into the hall, And Milke coms frozen home in paile: When Blood is nipt, and wayes be full, Then nightly ſinges the ſtaring Owle Tu-whit to-who. A merrie note, While greaſie Ione doth keele the pot. When all aloude the winde doth blow, And coffing drownes the Parſons ſaw▪ And Birdes ſit brooding in the Snow, And Marrians noſe lookes red and raw: When roaſted Crabbs hiſſe in the bowle, Then nightly ſinges the ſtaring Owle, Tu-whit to-who. A merrie note, While greaſie Ione doth keele the pot.