Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 510 words
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When were you wont to be so full of songs sirrah? I have used it nuncle, ever since thou mad'st thy daughters thy mother, for when thou gavest them the rod, and puttest down thine own breeches, than they for sudden joy did weep, and I for sorrow sung, that such a King should play bopeep, and go the fools among, prithee Nuncle keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie, I would feign learn lie. And you lie, we'll have you whipped. I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are, they'll have me whipped for speaking true, thou wilt have me whipped for lying, and sometime I am whipped for holding my peace, I had rather be any kind of thing then a fool, and yet I would not be thee Nuncle, thou hast pared thy wit a both sides, & left nothing in the middle, here comes one of the parings. How now daughter, what makes that Frontlet on, Me thinks you are too much o'late i'th' frown. Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frown, thou, thou art an O without a figure, I am better than thou art now, I am a fool, thou art nothing, yes forsooth I will hold my tongue, so your face bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum, he that keeps neither crust nor crumb, Weary of all, shall want some. That's a sheald peascod. Not only sir this, your all-licenced fool, but other of your insolent retinue do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth in rank & (not to be endured riots,) Sir I had thought by making this well known unto you, to have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful by what yourself too late have spoke and done, that you protect this course, and put on by your allowance, which if you should, the fault would not scape censure, nor the redress, sleep, which in the tender of a wholesome weal, might in their working do you that offence, that else were shame, that then necessity must call discreet proceed. For you trow nuncle, the hedge sparrow fed the Cuckoo so long, that it had it head bitten off be it young, so out went the candle, and we were left darkling. Are you our daughter? Come sir, I would you would make use of that good wisdom whereof I know you are fraught, and put away these dispositions, that of late transform you from what you rightly are. May not an Ass know when the cart draws the horse, whoop jug I love thee. Doth any here know me? why this is not Lear, doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? where are his eyes, either his notion, weakness, or his discern are lethargy, sleeping, or waking; ha! sure 'tis not so, who is it that can tell me who I am? Lears shadow I would learn that, for by the marks of sovereignty, knowledge, and reason, I should be false persuaded I had daughters.
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When were you wont to be so full of songs sirra? I haue vs'd it nuncle, euer since thou mad'st thy daughters thy mother, for when thou gauest them the rod, and put'st downe thine own breeches, then they for sudden ioy did weep, and I for sorrow sung, that such a King should play bo-peepe, and goe the fooles among, prethe Nunckle keepe a schoolemaster that can teach thy foole to lye, I would faine learne lye. And you lye, weele haue you whipt. I maruell what kin thou and thy daughters are, they'l haue me whipt for speaking true, thou wilt haue mee whipt for ing, and sometime I am whipt for holding my peace, I had rather be any kind of thing then a foole, and yet I would not bee thee Nuncle, thou hast pared thy wit a both sides, & left nothing in the middle, here comes one of the parings. How now daughter, what makes that Frontlet on, Me thinks you are too much alate it'h frowne. Thou wast a prettie fellow when thou had'st no need to care for her frowne, thou, thou art an O without a figure, I am better then thou art now, I am a foole, thou art nothing, yes forsooth I will hould my tongue, so your face bids mee, though you say nothing. Mum, mum, he that keepes neither crust nor crum, Wearie of all, shall want some. That's a sheald pescod. Not onely sir this, your all-licenc'd foole, but other of your insolent retinue do hourely carpe and quarrell, breaking forth in ranke & (not to be indured riots,) Sir I had thought by making this well knowne vnto you, to haue found a safe redres, but now grow fearefull by what your selfe too late haue spoke and done, that you protect this course, and put on by your allowance, which if you should, the fault would not scape censure, nor the redresse, sleepe, which in the tender of a wholsome weale, might in their working doe you that offence, that else were shame, that then necessitie must call discreet proceedings. For you trow nuncle, the hedge sparrow fed the Cookow so long, that it had it head bit off beit young, so out went the candle, and we were left darkling. Are you our daughter? Come sir, I would you would make vse of that good wisedome whereof I know you are fraught, and put away these dispositions, that of late transforme you from what you rightly are. May not an Asse know when the cart drawes the horse, whoop Iug I loue thee. Doth any here know mee? why this is not Lear, doth Lear walke thus? speake thus? where are his eyes, either his notion, weaknes, or his discernings are lethergie, sleeping, or wakeing; ha! sure tis not so, who is it that can tell me who I am? Lears shadow I would learne that, for by the markes of soueraintie, knowledge, and reason, I should bee false perswaded I had daughters.