Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 514 words
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Where then? Hath Britain all the Sun that shines? Day? Night? Are they not but in Britain? I' th' world's Volume Our Britain seems as of it, but not in't: In a great Pool, a Swannes-nest, prithee think There's livers out of Britain. I am most glad You think of other place: Th' Ambassador, Lucius the Roman comes to Milford-haven To morrow. Now, if you could wear a mind Dark, as your Fortune is, and but disguise That which t'appear itself, must not yet be, But by selfe-danger, you should tread a course Pretty, and full of view: yea, happily, near The residence of Posthumus; so nigh (at least) That though his Actions were not visible, yet Report should render him hourly to your ear, As truly as he moves. Oh for such means, Though peril to my modesty, not death on't I would adventure. Well then, here's the point: You must forget to be a Woman: change Command, into obedience. Fear, and Niceness (The Handmaids of all Women, or more truly Woman it pretty self) into a waggish courage, Ready in gybes, quicke-answered, saucy, and As quarrelous as the Weasel: Nay, you must Forget that rarest Treasure of your Cheek, Exposing it (but oh the harder heart, Alack no remedy) to the greedy touch Of common-kissing Titan: and forget Your laboursome and dainty Trimmes, wherein You made great Iuno angry. Nay be brief? I see into thy end, and am almost A man already. First, make yourself but like one, Forthinking this. I have already fit ('Tis in my Cloak-bag) Doublet, Hat, Hose, all That answer to them: Would you in their serving, (And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of such a season) 'fore Noble Lucius Present yourself, desire his service: tell him Wherein you're happy; which will make him know, If that his head have ear in Music, doubtless With joy he will embrace you: for he's Honourable, And doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad: You have me rich, and I will never fail Beginning, nor supplement. Thou art all the comfort The Gods will diet me with. Prithee away, There's more to be considered: but we'll even All that good time will give us. This attempt, I am Soldier too, and will abide it with A Prince's Courage. Away, I prithee. Well Madam, we must take a short farewell, Lest being missed, I be suspected of Your carriage from the Court. My Noble Mistress, here is a box, I had it from the Queen, What's in't is precious: If you are sick at Sea, Or Stomacke-qualmed at Land, a Dram of this Will drive away distemper. To some shade, And fit you to your Manhood: may the Gods Direct you to the best. Amen: I thank thee. Thus far, and so far well. Thanks, Royal Sir: My Emperor hath wrote, I must from hence, And am right sorry, that I must report ye My Master's Enemy. Our Subjects (Sir) Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself To show less Sovereignty than they, must needs Appear un-kinglike.
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Where then? Hath Britaine all the Sunne that ſhines? Day? Night? Are they not but in Britaine? I' th' worlds Volume Our Britaine ſeemes as of it, but not in't: In a great Poole, a Swannes-neſt, prythee thinke There's liuers out of Britaine. I am moſt glad You thinke of other place: Th' Ambaſſador, Lucius the Romane comes to Milford-Hauen To morrow. Now, if you could weare a minde Darke, as your Fortune is, and but diſguiſe That which t'appeare it ſelfe, muſt not yet be, But by ſelfe-danger, you ſhould tread a courſe Pretty, and full of view: yea, happily, neere The reſidence of Poſthumus; ſo nie (at leaſt) That though his Actions were not viſible, yet Report ſhould render him hourely to your eare, As truely as he mooues. Oh for ſuch meanes, Though perill to my modeſtie, not death on't I would aduenture. Well then, heere's the point: You muſt forget to be a Woman: change Command, into obedience. Feare, and Niceneſſe (The Handmaides of all Women, or more truely Woman it pretty ſelfe) into a waggiſh courage, Ready in gybes, quicke-anſwer'd, ſawcie, and As quarrellous as the Weazell: Nay, you muſt Forget that rareſt Treaſure of your Cheeke, Expoſing it (but oh the harder heart, Alacke no remedy) to the greedy touch Of common-kiſſing Titan: and forget Your labourſome and dainty Trimmes, wherein You made great Iuno angry. Nay be breefe? I ſee into thy end, and am almoſt A man already. Firſt, make your ſelfe but like one, Fore-thinking this. I haue already fit ('Tis in my Cloake-bagge) Doublet, Hat, Hoſe, all That anſwer to them: Would you in their ſeruing, (And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of ſuch a ſeaſon) 'fore Noble Lucius Preſent your ſelfe, deſire his ſeruice: tell him Wherein you're happy; which will make him know, If that his head haue eare in Muſicke, doubtleſſe With ioy he will imbrace you: for hee's Honourable, And doubling that, moſt holy. Your meanes abroad: You haue me rich, and I will neuer faile Beginning, nor ſupplyment. Thou art all the comfort The Gods will diet me with. Prythee away, There's more to be conſider'd: but wee'l euen All that good time will giue vs. This attempt, I am Souldier too, and will abide it with A Princes Courage. Away, I prythee. Well Madam, we muſt take a ſhort farewell, Leaſt being miſt, I be ſuſpected of Your carriage from the Court. My Noble Miſtris, Heere is a boxe, I had it from the Queene, What's in't is precious: If you are ſicke at Sea, Or Stomacke-qualm'd at Land, a Dramme of this Will driue away diſtemper. To ſome ſhade, And fit you to your Manhood: may the Gods Direct you to the beſt. Amen: I thanke thee. Thus farre, and ſo fare well. Thankes, Royall Sir: My Emperor hath wrote, I muſt from hence, And am right ſorry, that I muſt report ye My Maſters Enemy. Our Subiects (Sir) Will not endure his yoake; and for our ſelfe To ſhew leſſe Soueraignty then they, muſt needs Appeare vn-Kinglike.