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 · 495 words
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Swear his thought over By each particular Star in Heaven, and By all their Influences; you may as well Forbidden the Sea for to obey the Moon, As (or by Oath) remove, or (Counsel) shake The Fabric of his Folly, whose foundation Is piled upon his Faith, and will continue The standing of his Body. How should this grow? I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown, then question how 'tis borne. If therefore you dare trust my honesty, That lies enclosed in this Trunk, which you Shall bear along impawnd, away to Night, Your Followers I will whisper to the Business, And will by twoes, and three, at several Posterns, Clear them o' th' City: For myself, I'll put My fortunes to your service (which are here By this discovery lost.) Be not uncertain, For by the honour of my Parents, I Have uttered Truth: which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer, Than one condemned by the Kings own mouth: Thereon his Execution sworn. I do believe thee: I saw his heart in's face. Give me thy hand, Be Pilot to me, and thy places shall Still neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and My people did expect my hence departure Two days ago. This jealousy Is for a precious Creature: as she's rare, Must it be great; and, as his Person's mighty, Must it be violent: and, as he does conceive, He is dishonoured by a man, which ever Professed to him: why his Revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear ore-shades me: Good Expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious Queen, part of his Theme; but nothing Of his ill-ta'ne suspicion. Come Camillo, I will respect thee as a Father, if Thou bearest my life off, hence: Let us avoid. It is in mine authority to command The Keys of all the Posterns: Please your Highness To take the urgent hour. Come Sir, away. Take the Boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. Come (my gracious Lord) Shall I be your playfellow? No, I'll none of you. Why (my sweet Lord?) You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me, as if I were a Baby still. I love you better. And why so (my Lord?) Not for because Your Brows are blacker (yet black-browes they say Become some Women best, so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a Cemicircle, Or a halfmoon, made with a Pen.) Who taught ' this? I learned it out of women's faces: pray now, What colour are your eyebrows? Blew (my Lord.) Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a Lady's Nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. Hark ye, The Queen (your Mother) rounds apace: we shall Present our services to a fine new Prince One of these days, and then you'd wanton with us, If we would have you.
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Sweare his thought ouer By each particular Starre in Heauen, and By all their Influences; you may as well Forbid the Sea for to obey the Moone, As (or by Oath) remoue, or (Counſaile) ſhake The Fabrick of his Folly, whoſe foundation Is pyl'd vpon his Faith, and will continue The ſtanding of his Body. How ſhould this grow? I know not: but I am ſure 'tis ſafer to Auoid what's growne, then queſtion how 'tis borne. If therefore you dare truſt my honeſtie, That lyes encloſed in this Trunke, which you Shall beare along impawnd, away to Night, Your Followers I will whiſper to the Buſineſſe, And will by twoes, and threes, at ſeuerall Poſternes, Cleare them o' th' Citie: For my ſelfe, Ile put My fortunes to your ſeruice (which are here By this diſcouerie loſt.) Be not vncertaine, For by the honor of my Parents, I Haue vttred Truth: which if you ſeeke to proue, I dare not ſtand by; nor ſhall you be ſafer, Then one condemnd by the Kings owne mouth: Thereon his Execution ſworne. I doe beleeue thee: I ſaw his heart in's face. Giue me thy hand, Be Pilot to me, and thy places ſhall Still neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and My people did expect my hence departure Two dayes agoe. This Iealouſie Is for a precious Creature: as ſhee's rare, Muſt it be great; and, as his Perſon's mightie, Muſt it be violent: and, as he do's conceiue, He is diſhonor'd by a man, which euer Profeſs'd to him: why his Reuenges muſt In that be made more bitter. Feare ore-ſhades me: Good Expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious Queene, part of his Theame; but nothing Of his ill-ta'ne ſuſpition. Come Camillo, I will reſpect thee as a Father, if Thou bear'ſt my life off, hence: Let vs auoid. It is in mine authoritie to command The Keyes of all the Poſternes: Pleaſe your Highneſſe To take the vrgent houre. Come Sir, away. Take the Boy to you: he ſo troubles me, 'Tis paſt enduring. Come (my gracious Lord) Shall I be your play-fellow? No, Ile none of you. Why (my ſweet Lord?) You'le kiſſe me hard, and ſpeake to me, as if I were a Baby ſtill. I loue you better. And why ſo (my Lord?) Not for becauſe Your Browes are blacker (yet black-browes they ſay Become ſome Women beſt, ſo that there be not Too much haire there, but in a Cemicircle, Or a halfe-Moone, made with a Pen.) Who taught 'this? I learn'd it out of Womens faces: pray now, What colour are your eye-browes? Blew (my Lord.) Nay, that's a mock: I haue ſeene a Ladies Noſe That ha's beene blew, but not her eye-browes. Harke ye, The Queene (your Mother) rounds apace: we ſhall Preſent our ſeruices to a fine new Prince One of theſe dayes, and then youl'd wanton with vs, If we would haue you.