Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 439 words
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We are tougher (Brother) Than you can put us to't. No longer stay. One Seue'night longer. Very sooth, to morrow. we'll part the time betweene's then: and in that I'll no gainsaying. Press me not (' beseech you) so: There is no Tongue that moves; none, none i' th' World So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My Affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Were (in your Love) a Whip to me; my stay, To you a Charge, and Trouble: to save both, Farewell (our Brother.) Tongue-tied our Queen? speak you. I had thought (Sir) to have held my peace, until You had drawn Oaths from him, not to stay: you (Sir) Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction, The by-gone-day proclaimed, say this to him, He's beat from his best ward. Well said, Hermione. To tell, he longs to see his Son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, we'll thwack him hence with Distaffs. Yet of your Royal presence, I'll adventure The borrow of a Week. When at Bohemia You take my Lord, I'll give him my Commission, To let him there a Month, behind the Gest Prefixed for's parting: yet (good-deed) Leontes, I love thee not a jar o' th' Clock, behind What Lady she her Lord. You'll stay? No, Madame. Nay, but you will? I may not verily. Verily? You put me off with limber Vows: but I, Though you would seek t' unsphere the Stars with Oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going: Verily You shall not go; a Ladies Verily ' is As potent as a Lords. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a Prisoner, Not like a Guest: so you shall pay your Fees When you depart, and save your Thanks. How say you? My Prisoner? or my Guest? by your dread Verily, One of them you shall be. Your Guest then, Madame: To be your Prisoner, should import offending; Which is for me, less easy to commit, Than you to punish. Not your Gaoler then, But your kind Hostess. Come, I'll question you Of my Lords Tricks, and yours, when you were Boys: You were pretty Lordings then? We were (fair Queen) Two Lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to morrow, as to day, And to be Boy eternal. Was not my Lord The verver Wag o' th' two?
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We are tougher (Brother) Then you can put vs to't. No longer ſtay. One Seue'night longer. Very ſooth, to morrow. Wee'le part the time betweene's then: and in that Ile no gaine-ſaying. Preſſe me not ('beſeech you) ſo: There is no Tongue that moues; none, none i' th' World So ſoone as yours, could win me: ſo it ſhould now, Were there neceſſitie in your requeſt, although 'Twere needfull I deny'd it. My Affaires Doe euen drag me home-ward: which to hinder, Were (in your Loue) a Whip to me; my ſtay, To you a Charge, and Trouble: to ſaue both, Farewell (our Brother.) Tongue-ty'd our Queene? ſpeake you. I had thought (Sir) to haue held my peace, vntill You had drawne Oathes from him, not to ſtay: you (Sir) Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are ſure All in Bohemia's well: this ſatisfaction, The by-gone-day proclaym'd, ſay this to him, He's beat from his beſt ward. Well ſaid, Hermione. To tell, he longs to ſee his Sonne, were ſtrong: But let him ſay ſo then, and let him goe; But let him ſweare ſo, and he ſhall not ſtay, Wee'l thwack him hence with Diſtaffes. Yet of your Royall preſence, Ile aduenture The borrow of a Weeke. When at Bohemia You take my Lord, Ile giue him my Commiſſion, To let him there a Moneth, behind the Geſt Prefix'd for's parting: yet (good-deed) Leontes, I loue thee not a Iarre o' th' Clock, behind What Lady ſhe her Lord. You'le ſtay? No, Madame. Nay, but you will? I may not verely. Verely? You put me off with limber Vowes: but I, Though you would ſeek t' vnſphere the Stars with Oaths, Should yet ſay, Sir, no going: Verely You ſhall not goe; a Ladyes Verely 'is As potent as a Lords. Will you goe yet? Force me to keepe you as a Priſoner, Not like a Gueſt: ſo you ſhall pay your Fees When you depart, and ſaue your Thanks. How ſay you? My Priſoner? or my Gueſt? by your dread Verely, One of them you ſhall be. Your Gueſt then, Madame: To be your Priſoner, ſhould import offending; Which is for me, leſſe eaſie to commit, Then you to puniſh. Not your Gaoler then, But your kind Hoſteſſe. Come, Ile queſtion you Of my Lords Tricks, and yours, when you were Boyes: You were pretty Lordings then? We were (faire Queene) Two Lads, that thought there was no more behind, But ſuch a day to morrow, as to day, And to be Boy eternall. Was not my Lord The verver Wag o' th' two?