Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 493 words
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To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the Sky: I am angling now, (Though you perceive me not how I give Lyne) Go too, go too. How she holds up the Neb? the Bill to him? And arms her with the boldness of a Wife To her allowing Husband. Gone already, Ynch-thick knee-deep; o'er head and ears a forked one. Go play (Boy) play: thy Mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue Will hisse me to my Grave: Contempt and Clamour Will be my Knell. Go play (Boy) play, there have been (Or I am much deceived) Cuckolds ere now, And many a man there is (even at this present, Now, while I speak this) holds his Wife by th' Arm, That little thinks she has been sluyced in's absence, And his Pond fished by his next Neighbour (by Sir Smile, his Neighbour:) nay, there's comfort in't, Whiles other men have Gates, and those Gates opened (As mine) against their will. Should all despair That have revolted Wives, the tenth of Mankind Would hang themselves. Physic for't, there's none: It is a bawdy Planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it: From East, West, North, and South, be it concluded, No Barricodo for a Belly. Know't, It will let in and out the Enemy, With bag and baggage: many thousand on's Have the Disease, and feeleed not. How now Boy? I am like you say. Why, that's some comfort. What? Camillo there? I, my good Lord. Go play (Mamillius) thou'rt an honest man: Camillo, this great Sir will yet stay longer. You had much ado to make his Anchor hold, When you cast out, it still came home. Didst note it? He would not stay at your Petitions, made His Business more material. Didst perceive it? They're here with me already; whispering, rounding: Sicilia is a soforth: 'tis far gone, When I shall gust it last. How camed (Camillo) That he did stay? At the good Queen's entreaty. At the Queens be't: Good should be pertinent, But so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding Pate but thine? For thy Conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common Blocks. Not noted, is't, But of the finer Natures? by some Severalls Of Head-piece extraordinary? Lower Messes Perchance are to this Business purblind? say. Business, my Lord? I think most understand Bohemia stays here longer. Ha'? Stays here longer. I, but why? To satisfy your Highness, and the Entreaties Of our most gracious Mistress. Satisfy? Th' entreaties of your Mistress? Satisfy? Let that suffice. I have trusted thee (Camillo) With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My Chamber-Councels, wherein (Priestlike) thou Hast cleansed my Bosom: I, from thee departed Thy Penitent reformed: but we have been Deceived in thy Integrity, deceived In that which seems so. Be it forbidden (my Lord.)
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To your owne bents diſpoſe you: you'le be found, Be you beneath the Sky: I am angling now, (Though you perceiue me not how I giue Lyne) Goe too, goe too. How ſhe holds vp the Neb? the Byll to him? And armes her with the boldneſſe of a Wife To her allowing Husband. Gone already, Ynch-thick knee-deepe; ore head and eares a fork'd one. Goe play (Boy) play: thy Mother playes, and I Play too; but ſo diſgrac'd a part, whoſe iſſue Will hiſſe me to my Graue: Contempt and Clamor Will be my Knell. Goe play (Boy) play, there haue been (Or I am much deceiu'd) Cuckolds ere now, And many a man there is (euen at this preſent, Now, while I ſpeake this) holds his Wife by th' Arme, That little thinkes ſhe ha's been ſluyc'd in's abſence, And his Pond fiſh'd by his next Neighbor (by Sir Smile, his Neighbor:) nay, there's comfort in't, Whiles other men haue Gates, and thoſe Gates open'd (As mine) againſt their will. Should all deſpaire That haue reuolted Wiues, the tenth of Mankind Would hang themſelues. Phyſick for't, there's none: It is a bawdy Planet, that will ſtrike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powrefull: thinke it: From Eaſt, Weſt, North, and South, be it concluded, No Barricodo for a Belly. Know't, It will let in and out the Enemy, With bag and baggage: many thouſand on's Haue the Diſeaſe, and feele't not. How now Boy? I am like you ſay. Why, that's ſome comfort. What? Camillo there? I, my good Lord. Goe play (Mamillius) thou'rt an honeſt man: Camillo, this great Sir will yet ſtay longer. You had much adoe to make his Anchor hold, When you caſt out, it ſtill came home. Didſt note it? He would not ſtay at your Petitions, made His Buſineſſe more materiall. Didſt perceiue it? They're here with me already; whiſp'ring, rounding: Sicilia is a ſo-forth: 'tis farre gone, When I ſhall guſt it laſt. How cam't (Camillo) That he did ſtay? At the good Queenes entreatie. At the Queenes be't: Good ſhould be pertinent, But ſo it is, it is not. Was this taken By any vnderſtanding Pate but thine? For thy Conceit is ſoaking, will draw in More then the common Blocks. Not noted, is't, But of the finer Natures? by ſome Seueralls Of Head-peece extraordinarie? Lower Meſſes Perchance are to this Buſineſſe purblind? ſay. Buſineſſe, my Lord? I thinke moſt vnderſtand Bohemia ſtayes here longer. Ha? Stayes here longer. I, but why? To ſatisfie your Highneſſe, and the Entreaties Of our moſt gracious Miſtreſſe. Satisfie? Th' entreaties of your Miſtreſſe? Satisfie? Let that ſuffice. I haue truſted thee (Camillo) With all the neereſt things to my heart, as well My Chamber-Councels, wherein (Prieſt-like) thou Haſt cleans'd my Boſome: I, from thee departed Thy Penitent reform'd: but we haue been Deceiu'd in thy Integritie, deceiu'd In that which ſeemes ſo. Be it forbid (my Lord.)