Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 508 words
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What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your Bowl. If his wit had been like him that broke it: it would have run all out. When a Gentleman is disposed to swear: it is not for any standers by to curtail his oaths. Ha'? No my Lord; nor crop the ears of them. Whoreson dog: I gave him satisfaction? would he had been one of my Rank. To have smelled like a Foole. I am not vexed more at any thing in th' earth: a pox on't. I had rather not be so Noble as I am: they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my Mother: every jacke-slave hath his belly full of Fight, and I must go up and down like a Cock, that no body can match. You are Cock and Capon too, and you crow Cock, with your comb on. Sayest thou? It is not fit you Lordship should undertake every Companion, that you give offence too. No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors. I, it is fit for your Lordship only. Why so I say. Did you here of a Stranger that's come to Court night? A Stranger, and I not know on't? He's a strange Fellow himself, and knows it not. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of Leonatus Friends. Leonatus? A banished Rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this Stranger? One of your Lordship's Pages. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't? You cannot derogate my Lord. Not easily I think. You are a Fool granted, therefore your Issues being foolish do not derogate. Come, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost to day at Bowls, I'll win to night of him. Come: go. I'll attend your Lordship. That such a crafty Devil as is his Mother Should yield the world this Ass: A woman, that Bears all down with her Brain, and this her Son, Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, And leave eighteen. Alas poor Princess, Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st, Betwixt a Father by thy Stepdame governed, A Mother hourly coining plots: A Wooer, More hateful than the foul expusion is Of thy dear Husband. Then that horrid Act Of the divorce, heeled make the Heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear Honour. Keep vnshaked That Temple thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand T' enjoy thy banished Lord: and this great Land. Who's there? My woman: Helen? Please you Madam. What houe is it? Almost midnight, Madam. I have read three hours then: Mine eyes are weak, Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed. Take not away the Taper, leave it burning: And if thou canst awake by four o' th' clock, I prithee call me: Sleep hath seized me wholly. To your protection I commend me, Gods, From fairies, and the Tempter's of the night, Guard me beseech ye.
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What got he by that? you haue broke his pate with your Bowle. If his wit had bin like him that broke it: it would haue run all out. When a Gentleman is diſpos'd to ſweare: it is not for any ſtanders by to curtall his oathes. Ha? No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them. Whorſon dog: I gaue him ſatisfaction? would he had bin one of my Ranke. To haue ſmell'd like a Foole. I am not vext more at any thing in th' earth: a pox on't. I had rather not be ſo Noble as I am: they dare not fight with me, becauſe of the Queene my Mother: euery Iacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting, and I muſt go vp and downe like a Cock, that no body can match. You are Cocke and Capon too, and you crow Cock, with your combe on. Sayeſt thou? It is not fit you Lordſhip ſhould vndertake euery Companion, that you giue offence too. No, I know that: but it is fit I ſhould commit offence to my inferiors. I, it is fit for your Lordſhip onely. Why ſo I ſay. Did you heere of a Stranger that's come to Court night? A Stranger, and I not know on't? He's a ſtrange Fellow himſelfe, and knowes it not. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of Leonatus Friends. Leonatus? A baniſht Raſcall; and he's another, whatſoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger? One of your Lordſhips Pages. Is it fit I went to looke vpon him? Is there no deogation in't? You cannot derogate my Lord. Not eaſily I thinke. You are a Foole graunted, therefore your Iſſues being fooliſh do not derogate. Come, Ile go ſee this Italian: what I haue loſt to day at Bowles, Ile winne to night of him. Come: go. Ile attend your Lordſhip. That ſuch a craftie Diuell as is his Mother Should yeild the world this Aſſe: A woman, that Beares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne, Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, And leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princeſſe, Thou diuine Imogen, what thou endur'ſt, Betwixt a Father by thy Step-dame gouern'd, A Mother hourely coyning plots: A Wooer, More hatefull then the foule expuſion is Of thy deere Husband. Then that horrid Act Of the diuorce, heel'd make the Heauens hold firme The walls of thy deere Honour. Keepe vnſhak'd That Temple thy faire mind, that thou maiſt ſtand T' enioy thy baniſh'd Lord: and this great Land. Who's there? My woman: Helene? Pleaſe you Madam. What houe is it? Almoſt midnight, Madam. I haue read three houres then: Mine eyes are weake, Fold downe the leafe where I haue left: to bed. Take not away the Taper, leaue it burning: And if thou canſt awake by foure o' th' clock, I prythee call me: Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly. To your protection I commend me, Gods, From Fayies, and the Tempters of the night, Guard me beſeech yee.