Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 506 words
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This hath been Your faithful Servant: I dare lay mine Honour He will remain so. I humbly thank your Highness. Pray walk awhile. About some half hour hence, Pray you speak with me; You shall (at least) go see my Lord aboard. For this time leave me. Sir, I would advise you to shift a Shirt; the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in: There's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent. If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him? No faith: not so much as his patience. Hurt him: His body's a passable Carcase if he be not hurt. It is a thoroughfare for Steel if it be not hurt. His Steel was in debt, it went o' th' Backside the Town. The Villain would not stand me. No, but he fled forward still, toward your face. Stand you? you have Land enough of your own: But he added to your having, gave you some ground. As many Inches, as you have Oceans (Puppies.) I would they had not come between us. So would I, till you had measured how long a Fool you were upon the ground. And that she should love this Fellow, and refuse me. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. Sir, as I told you always: her Beauty & her Brain go not together. she's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit. She shines not upon Fools, lest the reflection Should hurt her. Come, I'll to my Chamber: would there had been some hurt done. I wish not so, unless it had been the fall of an Ass, which is no great hurt. You'll go with us? I'll attend your Lordship. Nay come, let's go together. Well my Lord. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' th' Haven, And questioned'st every Sail: if he should write, And I not have it, 'twere a Paper lost As offered mercy is: What was the last That he spoke to thee? It was his Queen, his Queen. Then waved his Handkerchief? And kissed it, Madam. Senseless Linen, happier therein than I And that was all? No Madam: for so long As he could make me with his eye, or ear, Distinguish him from others, he did keep The Deck, with Glove, or Hat, or Handkerchief, Still waving, as the fits and stirs of's mind Can best express how slow his Soul sailed on, How swift his Ship. Thou shouldst have made him As little as a Crow, or less, ere left To after-eye him. Madam, so I did. I would have broke mine eyestrings; Cracked them, but to look upon him, till the diminution Of space, had pointed him sharp as my Needle: Nay, followed him, till he had melted from The smallness of a Gnat, to air: and then Have turned mine eye, and wept. But good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him.
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This hath beene Your faithfull Seruant: I dare lay mine Honour He will remaine ſo. I humbly thanke your Highneſſe. Pray walke a-while. About ſome halfe houre hence, Pray you ſpeake with me; You ſhall (at leaſt) go ſee my Lord aboord. For this time leaue me. Sir, I would aduiſe you to ſhift a Shirt; the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: where ayre comes out, ayre comes in: There's none abroad ſo wholeſome as that you vent. If my Shirt were bloody, then to ſhift it. Haue I hurt him? No faith: not ſo much as his patience. Hurt him: His bodie's a paſſable Carkaſſe if he bee not hurt. It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt. His Steele was in debt, it went o' th' Backe-ſide the Towne. The Villaine would not ſtand me. No, but he fled forward ſtill, toward your face. Stand you? you haue Land enough of your owne: But he added to your hauing, gaue you ſome ground. As many Inches, as you haue Oceans (Puppies.) I would they had not come betweene vs. So would I, till you had meaſur'd how long a Foole you were vpon the ground. And that ſhee ſhould loue this Fellow, and refuſe mee. If it be a ſin to make a true election, ſhe is damn'd. Sir, as I told you alwayes: her Beauty & her Braine go not together. Shee's a good ſigne, but I haue ſeene ſmall reflection of her wit. She ſhines not vpon Fooles, leaſt the reflection Should hurt her. Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had beene ſome hurt done. I wiſh not ſo, vnleſſe it had bin the fall of an Aſſe, which is no great hurt. You'l go with vs? Ile attend your Lordſhip. Nay come, let's go together. Well my Lord. I would thou grew'ſt vnto the ſhores o' th' Hauen, And queſtioned'ſt euery Saile: if he ſhould write, And I not haue it, 'twere a Paper loſt As offer'd mercy i: What was the laſt That he ſpake to thee? It was his Queene, his Queene. Then wau'd his Handkerchiefe? And kiſt it, Madam. Senſeleſſe Linnen, happier therein then And that was all? No Madam: for ſo long As he could make me with his eye, or eare, Diſtinguiſh him from others, he did keepe The Decke, with Gloue, or Hat, or Handkerchife, Still wauing, as the fits and ſtirres of's mind Could beſt expreſſe how ſlow his Soule ſayl'd on, How ſwift his Ship. Thou ſhould'ſt haue made him As little as a Crow, or leſſe, ere left To after-eye him. Madam, ſo I did. I would haue broke mine eye-ſtrings; Crack'd them, but to looke vpon him, till the diminution Of ſpace, had pointed him ſharpe as my Needle: Nay, followed him, till he had melted from The ſmalneſſe of a Gnat, to ayre: and then Haue turn'd mine eye, and wept. But good Piſanio, When ſhall we heare from him.