Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 491 words
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Come sir, you peevishly threw it to her: and her will is, it should be so returned: If it be worth stooping for, there it lies, in your eye: if not, be it his that finds it. I left no Ring with her: what means this Lady? Fortune forbidden my outside have not charmed her: She made good view of me, indeed so much, That me thought her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me sure, the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlish messenger: None of my Lord's Ring? Why he sent her none; I am the man, if it be so, as 'tis, Poor Lady, she were better love a dream: Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness, Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. How easy is it, for the proper false In women's waxed hearts to set their forms: Alas, O frailty is the cause, not we, For such as we are made, if such we be: How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly, And I (poor monster) fond as much on him: And she (mistaken) seems to dote on me: What will become of this? As I am man, My state is desperate for my master's love: As I am woman (now alas the day) What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breath? O time, thou must untangle this, not I, It is too hard a knot for me t'vnty. Approach Sir Andrew: not to be a bed after midnight, is to be up betimes, and Deliculo surgere, thou knowst. Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late. A false conclusion: I hate it as an vnfill'd Can. To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then is early: so that to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Does not our lives consist of the four Elements? Faith so they say, but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking. Th' art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink Marian I say, a stoop of wine. here comes the fool i'faith. How now my hearts: Did you never see the Picture of we three? Welcome ass, now let's have a catch. By my troth the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. Insooth thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the Equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas very good i'faith: I sent thee six pence for thy Lemon, hadst it? I did impeticos thy gratility: for Maluolios nose is no Whipstock. My Lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses. Excellent: Why this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now a song.
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Come ſir, you peeuiſhly threw it to her: and her will is, it ſhould be ſo return'd: If it bee worth ſtooping for, there it lies, in your eye: if not, bee it his that findes it. I left no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady? Fortune forbid my out-ſide haue not charm'd her: She made good view of me, indeed ſo much, That me thought her eyes had loſt her tongue, For ſhe did ſpeake in ſtarts diſtractedly. She loues me ſure, the cunning of her paſsion Inuites me in this churliſh meſſenger: None of my Lords Ring? Why he ſent her none; I am the man, if it be ſo, as tis, Poore Lady, ſhe were better loue a dreame: Diſguiſe, I ſee thou art a wickedneſſe, Wherein the pregnant enemie does much. How eaſie is it, for the proper falſe In womens waxen hearts to ſet their formes: Alas, O frailtie is the cauſe, not wee, For ſuch as we are made, if ſuch we bee: How will this fadge? My maſter loues her deerely, And I (poore monſter) fond aſmuch on him: And ſhe (miſtaken) ſeemes to dote on me: What will become of this? As I am man, My ſtate is deſperate for my maiſters loue: As I am woman (now alas the day) What thriftleſſe ſighes ſhall poore Oliuia breath? O time, thou muſt vntangle this, not I, It is too hard a knot for me t'vnty. Approach Sir Andrew: not to bee a bedde after midnight, is to be vp betimes, and Deliculo ſurgere, thou know'ſt. Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to be vp late, is to be vp late. A falſe concluſion: I hate it as an vnfill'd Canne. To be vp after midnight, and to go to bed then is early: ſo that to go to bed after midnight, is to goe to bed betimes. Does not our liues conſiſt of the foure Elements? Faith ſo they ſay, but I thinke it rather conſiſts of eating and drinking. Th' art a ſcholler; let vs therefore eate and drinke Marian I ſay, a ſtoope of wine. Heere comes the foole yfaith. How now my harts: Did you neuer ſee the Picture of we three? Welcome aſſe, now let's haue a catch. By my troth the foole has an excellent breaſt. I had rather then forty ſhillings I had ſuch a legge, and ſo ſweet a breath to ſing, as the foole has. Inſooth thou waſt in very gracious fooling laſt night, when thou ſpok'ſt of Pigrogromitus, of the Ʋapians paſsing the Equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas very good yfaith: I ſent thee ſixe pence for thy Lemon, hadſt it? I did impeticos thy gratillity: for Maluolios noſe is no Whip-ſtocke. My Lady has a white hand, and the Mermidons are no bottle-ale houſes. Excellent: Why this is the beſt fooling, when all is done. Now a ſong.