Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 507 words
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justice most gracious Duke, oh grant me justice, Even for the service that long since I did thee, When I bedrid thee in the wars, and took Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice. Unless the fear of death doth make me door, I see my son Antipholus and Dromio. justice (sweet Prince) against that Woman there: She whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife; That hath abused and dishonoured me, Even in the strength and height of injury: Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shameless thrown on me. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just. This day (great Duke) she shut the doors upon me, While she with Harlots feasted in my house. A grievous fault: say woman, didst thou so? No my good Lord. Myself, he, and my sister, To day did dine together: so befall my soul, As this is false he burdens me withal. Near may I look on day, nor sleep on night, But she tells to your Highness' simple truth. O perjured woman! They are both forsworn, In this the Madman justly chargeth them. My Liege, I am advised what I say, Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine, Nor headie-rash prouoak'd with raging ire, Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad. This woman locked me out this day from dinner; That Goldsmith there, were he not packed with her, Can witness it: for he was with me then, Who parted with me to go fetch a Chain, Promising to bring it to the Porpentine, Where Balthasar and I did dine together. Our dinner done, and he not coming thither, I went to seek him. In the street I met him, And in his company that Gentleman. There did this perjured Goldsmith swear me down, That I this day of him received the Chain, Which God he knows, I saw not. For the which, He did arrest me with an Officer. I did obey, and sent my Peasant home For certain Ducats: he with none returned. Then fairly I bespoke the Officer To go in person with me to my house. By ' th' way, we met my wife, her sister, and a rabble more Of vild Confederates: Along with them They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced Villain; A mere Anatomy, a Mountebank, A threadbare juggler, and a Fortune-teller, A needy-hollow-ey'dsharpe-looking-wretch; A living dead man. This pernicious slave, Forsooth took on him as a Conjurer: And gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse, And with no-face (as 'twere) outfacing me, Cries out, I was possessed. Then altogether They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence, And in a dark and dankish vault at home There left me and my man, both bound together, Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gained my freedom; and immediately Ran hither to your Grace, whom I beseech To give me ample satisfaction For these deep shames, and great indignities.
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Iuſtice moſt gracious Duke, oh grant me iuſtice, Euen for the ſeruice that long ſince I did thee, When I berid thee in the warres, and tooke Deepe ſcarres to ſaue thy life; euen for the blood That then I loſt for thee, now grant me iuſtice. Vnleſſe the feare of death doth make me dore, I ſee my ſonne Antipholus and Dromio. Iuſtice (ſweet Prince) againſt yt Woman there: She whom thou gau'ſt to me to be my wife; That hath abuſed and diſhonored me, Euen in the ſtrength and height of iniurie: Beyond imagination is the wrong That ſhe this day hath ſhameleſſe throwne on me. Diſcouer how, and thou ſhalt finde me iuſt. This day (great Duke) ſhe ſhut the doores vpon me, While ſhe with Harlots feaſted in my houſe. A greeuous fault: ſay woman, didſt thou ſo? No my good Lord. My ſelfe, he, and my ſiſter, To day did dine together: ſo befall my ſoule, As this is falſe he burthens me withall. Nere may I looke on day, nor ſleepe on night, But ſhe tels to your Highneſſe ſimple truth. O periur'd woman! They are both forſworne, In this the Madman iuſtly chargeth them. My Liege, I am aduiſed what I ſay, Neither diſturbed with the effect of Wine, Nor headie-raſh prouoak'd with raging ire, Albeit my wrongs might make one wiſer mad. This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner; That Goldſmith there, were he not pack'd with her, Could witneſſe it: for he was with me then, Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine, Promiſing to bring it to the Porpentine, Where Balthaſar and I did dine together. Our dinner done, and he not comming thither, I went to ſeeke him. In the ſtreet I met him, And in his companie that Gentleman. There did this periur'd Goldſmith ſweare me downe, That I this day of him receiu'd the Chaine, Which God he knowes, I ſaw not. For the which, He did arreſt me with an Officer. I did obey, and ſent my Peſant home For certaine Duckets: he with none return'd. Then fairely I beſpoke the Officer To go in perſon with me to my houſe. By 'th 'way, we met my wife, her ſiſter, and a rabble more Of vilde Confederates: Along with them They brought one Pinch, a hungry leane-fac'd Villaine; A meere Anatomie, a Mountebanke, A thred-bare Iugler, and a Fortune-teller, A needy-hollow-ey'd-ſharpe-looking-wretch; A liuing dead man. This pernicious ſlaue, Forſooth tooke on him as a Coniurer: And gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulſe, And with no-face (as 'twere) out-facing me, Cries out, I was poſſeſt. Then altogether They fell vpon me, bound me, bore me thence, And in a darke and dankiſh vault at home There left me and my man, both bound together, Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in ſunder, I gain'd my freedome; and immediately Ran hether to your Grace, whom I beſeech To giue me ample ſatisfaction For theſe deepe ſhames, and great indignities.