Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 459 words
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We were as twyned Lambs, that did frisk i' th' Sun, And bleat the one at th' other: what we changed, Was Innocence, for Innocence: we knew not The Doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed That any did: Had we pursued that life, And our weak Spirits ne'er been higher reared With stronger blood, we should have answered Heaven Boldly, not guilty; the Imposition cleared, Hereditary ours. By this we gather You have tripped since. O my most sacred Lady, Temptations have since then been borne to's: for In those vnfledg'd days, was my Wife a Girl; Your precious self had then not crossed the eyes Of my young Play fellow. Grace to boot: Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your Queen and I are Devils: yet go on, Th' offences we have made you do, we'll answer, If you first sinned with us: and that with us You did continue fault; and that you slipped not With any, but with us. Is he won yet? he'll stay (my Lord.) At my request he would not: Hermione (my dearest) thou never spoak'st To better purpose. Never? Never, but once. What? have I twice said well? when was't before? I prithee tell me: crams with praise, and makes As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our Wages. You may ride's With one soft Kiss a thousand Furlongs, ere With Spur we heat an Acre. But to th' Goal: My last good deed, was to entreat his stay. What was my first? it has an elder Sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her Name were Grace. But once before I spoke to th' purpose? when? Nay, let me have't: I long. Why, that was when Three crabbed Months had soured themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white Hand: A clap thyself, my Love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever. 'Tis Grace indeed. Why lo-you now; I have spoke to th' purpose twice: The one, for ever earned a Royal Husband; Th' other, for some while a Friend. Too hot, too hot: To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have Tremor Cordis on me: my heart dances, But not for joy; not joy. This Entertainment May a free face put on: derive a Liberty From Heartiness, from Bounty, fertile Bosom, And well become the Agent: it may; I grant: But to be paddling Palms, and pinching Fingers, As now they are, and making practised Smiles As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere The Mort o' th' Deer: oh, that is entertainment My Bosom likes not, nor my Brows. Mamillius, Art thou my Boy? I, my good Lord.
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We were as twyn'd Lambs, that did frisk i' th' Sun, And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang'd, Was Innocence, for Innocence: we knew not The Doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd That any did: Had we purſu'd that life, And our weake Spirits ne're been higher rear'd With ſtronger blood, we ſhould haue anſwer'd Heauen Boldly, not guilty; the Impoſition clear'd, Hereditarie ours. By this we gather You haue tript ſince. O my moſt ſacred Lady, Temptations haue ſince then been borne to's: for In thoſe vnfledg'd dayes, was my Wife a Girle; Your precious ſelfe had then not croſs'd the eyes Of my young Play fellow. Grace to boot: Of this make no concluſion, leaſt you ſay Your Queene and I are Deuils: yet goe on, Th' offences we haue made you doe, wee'le anſwere, If you firſt ſinn'd with vs: and that with vs You did continue fault; and that you ſlipt not With any, but with vs. Is he woon yet? Hee'le ſtay (my Lord.) At my requeſt he would not: Hermione (my deareſt) thou neuer ſpoak'ſt To better purpoſe. Neuer? Neuer, but once. What? haue I twice ſaid well? when was't before? I prethee tell me: cram's with prayſe, and make's As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueleſſe, Slaughters a thouſand▪ wayting vpon that. Our prayſes are our Wages. You may ride's With one ſoft Kiſſe a thouſand Furlongs, ere With Spur we heat an Acre. But to th' Goale: My laſt good deed, was to entreat his ſtay. What was my firſt? it ha's an elder Siſter, Or I miſtake you: O, would her Name were Grace. But once before I ſpoke to th' purpoſe? when? Nay, let me haue't: I long. Why, that was when Three crabbed Moneths had ſowr'd themſelues to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white Hand: A clap thy ſelfe, my Loue; then didſt thou vtter, I am yours for euer. 'Tis Grace indeed. Why lo-you now; I haue ſpoke to th' purpoſe twice: The one, for euer earn'd a Royall Husband; Th' other, for ſome while a Friend. Too hot, too hot: To mingle friendſhip farre, is mingling bloods. I haue Tremor Cordis on me: my heart daunces, But not for ioy; not ioy. This Entertainment May a free face put on: deriue a Libertie From Heartineſſe, from Bountie, fertile Boſome, And well become the Agent: 't may; I graunt: But to be padling Palmes, and pinching Fingers, As now they are, and making practis'd Smiles As in a Looking-Glaſſe; and then to ſigh, as 'twere The Mort o' th' Deere: oh, that is entertainment My Boſome likes not, nor my Browes. Mamillius, Art thou my Boy? I, my good Lord.