Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 526 words
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Good my Lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do freely bar the door of your own Liberty, if you deny your griefs to your Friend. Sir I lack Advancement. How can that be, when you have the voice of the King himself, for your Succession in Denmark? I, but while the grass grows, the Proverb is something musty. O the Recorder. Let me see, to withdraw with you, why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? O my Lord, if my Duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this Pipe? My Lord, I cannot. I pray you. Believe me, I cannot. I do beseech you. I know no touch of it, my Lord. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these Ventiges with your finger and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most excellent Music. Look you, these are the stops. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony, I have not the skill. Why look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me: you would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart of my Mystery; you would sound me from my lowest Note, to the top of my Compass: and there is much Music, excellent Voice, in this little Organ, yet cannot you make it. Why do you think, that I am easier to be played on, than a Pipe? Call me what Instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. God bless you Sir. My Lord; the Queen would speak with you, and presently. Do you see that Cloud? that's almost in shape like a Camel. By ' th' Miss, and it's like a Camel indeed. Me thinks it is like a Weasel. It is backed like a Weasel. Or like a Whale? Very like a Whale. Then will I come to my Mother, by and by: They fool me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by. I will say so. By and by, is easily said. Leave me Friends: 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When Churchyards yawn, and Hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. Soft now, to my Mother: Oh Heart, lose not thy Nature; let not ever The Soul of Nero, enter this firm bosom: Let me be cruel, not unnatural, I will speak Daggers to her, but use none: My Tongue and Soul in this be Hypocrites. How in my words somever she be shent, To give them Seals, never my Soul consent. I like him not, nor stands it safe with us, To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you, I your Commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you: The terms of our estate, may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow Out of his Lunacies.
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Good my Lord, what is your cauſe of diſtemper? You do freely barre the doore of your owne Libertie, if you deny your greefes to your Friend. Sir I lacke Aduancement. How can that be, when you haue the voyce of the King himſelfe, for your Succeſſion in Denmarke? I, but while the graſſe growes, the Prouerbe is ſomething muſty. O the Recorder. Let me ſee, to withdraw with you, why do you go about to recouer the winde of mee, as if you would driue me into a toyle? O my Lord, if my Dutie be too bold, my loue is too vnmannerly. I do not well vnderſtand that. Will you play vpon this Pipe? My Lord, I cannot. I pray you. Beleeue me, I cannot. I do beſeech you. I know no touch of it, my Lord. 'Tis as eaſie as lying: gouerne theſe Ventiges with your finger and thumbe, giue it breath with your mouth, and it will diſcourſe moſt excellent Muſicke. Looke you, theſe are the ſtoppes. But theſe cannot I command to any vtterance of hermony, I haue not the skill. Why looke you now, how vnworthy a thing you make of me: you would play vpon mee; you would ſeeme to know my ſtops: you would pluck out the heart of my Myſterie; you would ſound mee from my loweſt Note, to the top of my Compaſſe: and there is much Muſicke, excellent Voice, in this little Organe, yet cannot you make it. Why do you thinke, that I am eaſier to bee plaid on, then a Pipe? Call me what Inſtrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play vpon me. God bleſſe you Sir. My Lord; the Queene would ſpeak with you, and preſently. Do you ſee that Clowd? that's almoſt in ſhape like a Camell. By' th' Miſſe, and it's like a Camell indeed. Me thinkes it is like a Weazell. It is back'd like a Weazell. Or like a Whale? Verie like a Whale. Then will I come to my Mother, by and by: They foole me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by. I will ſay ſo. By and by, is eaſily ſaid. Leaue me Friends: 'Tis now the verie witching time of night, When Churchyards yawne, and Hell it ſelfe breaths out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do ſuch bitter buſineſſe as the day Would quake to looke on. Soft now, to my Mother: Oh Heart, looſe not thy Nature; let not euer The Soule of Nero, enter this firme boſome: Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall, I will ſpeake Daggers to her, but vſe none: My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites. How in my words ſomeuer ſhe be ſhent, To giue them Seales, neuer my Soule conſent. I like him not, nor ſtands it ſafe with vs, To let his madneſſe range. Therefore prepare you, I your Commiſſion will forthwith diſpatch, And he to England ſhall along with you: The termes of our eſtate, may not endure Hazard ſo dangerous as doth hourely grow Out of his Lunacies.