Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 522 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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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 and a day, And then 'twil 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 years. 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. Ver, begin. When Daisies pied, and Violets blue, And Cuckow-buds of yellow hue: And Ladie-smockes all silver white, Do paint the Meadows with delight. The Cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings 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 sings he, Cuckoo. Cuckoo, Cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear. When Icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the Sphepheard blows his nail; And Tom bears Logs into the hall, And Milk comes frozen home in pail: When blood is nipped, and ways be fowl, Then nightly sings 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 cossing drowns the Parsons saw: And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marrians nose looks red and raw: When roasted Crabs hisse in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring Owl, Tu-whit to who: A merry note, While greasy Ione doth keel the pot. The Words of Mercury, Are harsh after the songs of Apollo: You that way; we this way.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
To moue wilde laughter in the throate of death? It cannot be, it is impoſſible. Mirth cannot moue a ſoule in agonie. Why that's the way to choke a gibing ſpirit, Whoſe influence is begot of that looſe grace, Which ſhallow laughing hearers giue to fooles: A ieſts 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 clamors 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 ſpirit, And I ſhal 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 ſweet my Lord, and ſo I take my leaue. No Madam, we will bring you on your way. Our woing doth not end like an old Play: Iacke hath not Gill: theſe Ladies courteſie Might wel haue made our ſport a Comedie. Come ſir, it wants a tweluemonth and a day, And then 'twil end. That's too long for a play. Sweet Maieſty vouchſafe me. Was not that Hector? The worthie Knight of Troy. I wil kiſſe thy royal finger, and take leaue. I am a Votarie, I haue vow'd to Iaquenetta to holde the Plough for her ſweet loue three yeares. But moſt eſteemed greatneſſe, wil you heare the Dialogue that the two Learned men haue compiled, in praiſe of the Owle and the Cuckow? It ſhould haue followed in the end of our ſhew. Call them forth quickely, we will do ſo. Holla, Approach. This ſide is Hiems, Winter. This Ver, the Spring: the one maintained by the Owle, Th' other by the Cuckow. Ver, begin. When Daſies pied, and Violets blew, And Cuckow-buds of yellow hew: And Ladie-ſmockes all ſiluer white, Do paint the Medowes with delight. The Cuckow then on euerie tree, Mockes married men, for thus ſings he, Cuckow. Cuckow, Cuckow: O word of feare, Vnpleaſing to a married eare. When Shepheards pipe on Oaten ſtrawes, And merrie Larkes are Ploughmens clockes: When Turtles tread, and Rookes and Dawes, And Maidens bleach their ſummer ſmockes: The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men; for thus ſings he, Cuckow. Cuckow, Cuckow: O word of feare, Vnpleaſing to a married eare. When Iſicles hang by the wall, And Dicke the Sphepheard blowes his naile; And Tom beares Logges into the hall, And Milke comes frozen home in paile: When blood is nipt, and waies be fowle, Then nightly ſings the ſtaring Owle Tu-whit to-who. A merrie note, While greaſie Ione doth keele the pot. When all aloud the winde doth blow, And coſſing drownes the Parſons ſaw: And birds ſit brooding in the ſnow, And Marrians noſe lookes red and raw: When roaſted Crabs hiſſe in the bowle, Then nightly ſings the ſtaring Owle, Tu-whit to who: A merrie note, While greaſie Ione doth keele the pot. The Words of Mercurie, Are harſh after the ſongs of Apollo: You that way; we this way.