Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 517 words
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Why then your Ambition makes it one: 'tis too narrow for your mind. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a King of infinite space; were it not that I have bad dreams. Which dreams indeed are Ambition: for the very substance of the Ambitious, is merely the shadow of a Dream. A dream itself is but a shadow. Truly, and I hold Ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow. Then are our Beggar's bodies; and our Monarches and outstretched Heroes the Beggar's Shadows: shall we to th' Court: for, by my faith I cannot reason? we'll wait upon you. No such matter. I will not sort you with the rest of my servants: for to speak to you like an honest man: I am most dreadfully attended; but in the beaten way of friendship. What make you at Elsonower? To visit you my Lord, no other occasion. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thankes; but I thank you: and sure dear friends my thanks are too dear a halfpenny; were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me: come, come; nay speak. What should we say my Lord? Why any thing. But to the purpose; you were sent for; and there is a kind confession in your looks; which your modesties have not craft enough to colour, I know the good King & Queen have sent for you. To what end my Lord? That you must teach me: but let me conjure you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the Obligation of our euer-preserued love, and by what more dear, a better proposer could charge you withal; be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no. What say you? Nay then I have an eye of you: if you love me hold not off. My Lord, we were sent for. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery of your secricie to the King and Queen: moult no feather, I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise; and indeed, it goes so heavenly with my disposition; that this goodly frame the Earth, seems to me a sterile Promontory; this most excellent Canopy the Air, look you, this brave o'erhanging, this Majestical Roof, fretted with golden fire: why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how Noble in Reason? how infinite in faculty? in form and moving how express and admirable? in Action, how like an Angel? in apprehension, how like a God? the beauty of the world, the Paragon of Animals; and yet to me, what is this Quintessence of Dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so. My Lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
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Why then your Ambition makes it one: 'tis too narrow for your minde. O God, I could be bounded in a nutſhell, and count my ſelfe a King of infinite ſpace; were it not that I haue bad dreames. Which dreames indeed are Ambition: for the very ſubſtance of the Ambitious, is meerely the ſhadow of a Dreame. A dreame it ſelfe is but a ſhadow. Truely, and I hold Ambition of ſo ayry and light a quality, that it is but a ſhadowes ſhadow. Then are our Beggers bodies; and our Monarchs and out-ſtretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes: ſhall wee to th' Court: for, by my fey I cannot reaſon? Wee'l wait vpon you. No ſuch matter. I will not ſort you with the reſt of my ſeruants: for to ſpeake to you like an honeſt man: I am moſt dreadfully attended; but in the beaten way of friendſhip. What make you at Elſonower? To viſit you my Lord, no other occaſion. Begger that I am, I am euen poore in thankes; but I thanke you: and ſure deare friends my thanks are too deare a halfepeny; were you not ſent for? Is it your owne inclining? Is it a free viſitation? Come, deale iuſtly with me: come, come; nay ſpeake. What ſhould we ſay my Lord? Why any thing. But to the purpoſe; you were ſent for; and there is a kinde confeſſion in your lookes; which your modeſties haue not craft enough to color, I know the good King & Queene haue ſent for you. To what end my Lord? That you muſt teach me: but let mee coniure you by the rights of our fellowſhip, by the conſonancy of our youth, by the Obligation of our euer-preſerued loue, and by what more deare, a better propoſer could charge you withall; be euen and direct with me, whether you were ſent for or no. What ſay you? Nay then I haue an eye of you: if you loue me hold not off. My Lord, we were ſent for. I will tell you why; ſo ſhall my anticipation preuent your diſcouery of your ſecricie to the King and Queene: moult no feather, I haue of late, but wherefore I know not, loſt all my mirth, forgone all cuſtome of exerciſe; and indeed, it goes ſo heauenly with my diſpoſition; that this goodly frame the Earth, ſeemes to me a ſterrill Promontory; this moſt excellent Canopy the Ayre, look you, this braue ore-hanging, this Maieſticall Roofe, fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing to mee, then a foule and peſtilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in Reaſon? how infinite in faculty? in forme and mouing how expreſſe and admirable? in Action, how like an Angel? in apprehenſion, how like a God? the beauty of the world, the Parragon of Animals; and yet to me, what is this Quinteſſence of Duſt? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your ſmiling you ſeeme to ſay ſo. My Lord, there was no ſuch ſtuffe in my thoughts.