Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 528 words
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And that Count Claudio did mean upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this. What else? This is all. And this is more masters than you can deny, prince Iohn is this morning secretly stolen away: Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner refused, and upon the grief of this sodamlie died: Master Constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonatoes', I will go before and show him their examination. Come, let them be opinioned. Let them be in the hands of Coxcomb. God's my life, where's the Sexton? let him write down the Prince's officer Coxcomb: come, bind them, thou naughty varlet. Away, you are an ass, you are an ass. Dost thou not suspect my place? dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! but masters, remember that I am an ass though it be not written down, yet forget not that i am nasse: No thou villain, thou art full of piety as shall be prou de upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow, and which is more, an officer, and which is more, a householder, and which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina, and one that knows the Law, go to and a rich fellow enough, go to, and a fellow that hath had losses, and on that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him: bring him away: O that I had been writ down an ass! If you go on thus, you will kill yourself, And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief, Against yourself. I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless, As water in a sive: give not me counsel, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Bring me a father that so loved his child, Whose joy of her is ouer-whelmd like mine, And bid him speak of patience, Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, And let it answer every strain for strain, As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: If such a one will smile and struck his beard, And sorrow, wag, cry 'em, when he should groan, Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk, With candle-wasters: bring him yet to me, And I of him will gather patience: But there is no such man, for brother, men Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief, Which they themselves not feel, but tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before, Would give preceptiall medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air, and agony with words, No, no, 'tis all men's office, to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral, when he shall endure The like himself: therefore give me no counsel, My griefs cry louder than advertisement
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And that Counte Claudio did meane vppon his wordes, to disgrace Hero before the whole assemblie, and not marrie her. O villaine! thou wilt be condemnd into euerlasting redemption for this. VVhat else? This is all. And this is more masters then you can deny, prince Iohn is this morning secretlie stolne awaie: Hero was in this manner accusde, in this verie manner refusde, and vppon the griefe of this sodamlie died: Maister Constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonatoes, I will goe before and shew him their examination. Come, let them be opiniond. Let them be in the hands of Coxcombe. Gods my life, wheres the Sexton? let him write down the Princes officer Coxcombe: come, bind them, thou naughty varlet. Away, you are an asse, you are an asse. Doost thou not suspect my place? doost thou not suspect my yeeres? O that he were here to write me downe an asse! but maisters, remember that I am an asse▪ though it bee not written downe, yet forget not that i am nasse: No thou villaine, thou art full of pretie as shal be prou de vpon thee by good witnes. I am a wise fellow, and which is more, an officer, and which is more, a housholder, and which is more, as pretty a peece of flesh as anie is in Messina, and one that knowes the Law, goe to and a rich fellow enough, go to, and a fellow that hath had losses, and on that hath two gownes and euery thing hansome about him: bring him away: O that I had bin writ downe an asse! If you go on thus, you will kill your selfe, And tis not wisedome thus to second griefe, Against your selfe. I pray thee cease thy counsaile, Which falles into mine eares as profitlesse, As water in a syue: giue not me counsaile, Nor let no comforter delight mine eare, But such a one whose wrongs doe sute with mine. Bring me a father that so lou'd his child, Whose ioy of her is ouer-whelmd like mine, And bid him speake of patience, Measure his woe the length and bredth of mine, And let it answer euery straine for straine, As thus for thus, and such a griefe for such, In euery lineament, branch, shape, and forme: If such a one will smile and stroke his beard, And sorrow, wagge, crie hem, when he should grone, Patch griefe with prouerbes, make misfortune drunke, With candle-wasters: bring him yet to me, And I of him will gather patience: But there is no such man, for brother, men Can counsaile, and speake comfort to that griefe, Which they themselues not feele, but tasting it, Their counsaile turnes to passion, which before, Would giue preceptiall medcine to rage, Fetter strong madnesse in a silken thred, Charme ach with ayre, and agony with words, No, no, tis all mens office, to speake patience To those that wring vnder the loade of sorrow But no mans vertue nor sufficiencie To be so morall, when he shall endure The like himselfe: therefore giue me no counsaile, My griefes crie lowder then aduertisement