Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 522 words
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Meet thee at Milford-haven: (I forgot to ask him one thing, I'll remembered anon:) even there, thou villain Posthumus will I kill thee. I would these Garments were come. She said upon a time (the bitterness of it, I now belch from my heart) that she held the very Garment of Posthumus, in more respect, than my Noble and natural person; together with the adornment of my Qualities. With that Suit upon my back will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insulment ended on his dead body, and when my Lust hath dined (which as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised:) to the Court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingl, and I'll be merry in my Revenge. Be those the Garments? I, my Noble Lord. How long is't since she went to Milford-haven? She can scarce be there yet. Bring this Apparel to my Chamber, that is the second thing that I have commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary Mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall render itself to thee. My Revenge is now at Milford, would I had wings to follow it. Come, and be true. Thou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee, Were to prove false, which I will never be To him that is most true. To Milford go, And find not her, whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow You Heavenly blessings on her: This Fool's speed Be crossed with slowness; Labour be his meede. I see a man's life is a tedious one, I have tired myself: and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me: Milford, When from the Mountain top, Pisanio showed thee, Thou was't within a ken. Oh Ioue, I think Foundations fly the wretched: such I mean, Where they should be relieved. Two Beggars told me, I could not miss my way. Will poor Folks lie That have Afflictions on them, knowing 'tis A punishment, or Trial? Yes; no wonder, When Rich-ones scarce tell true. To lapse in Fullness Is sorer, then to lie for Need: and Falshood Is worse in Kings, than Beggars. My dear Lord, Thou art one o' th' false Ones: Now I think on thee, My hunger's go; but even before, I was At point to sink, for Food. But what is this? here is a path too't: 'tis some savage hold: I were best not call; I dare not call: yet Famine Ere clean it overthrow Nature, makes it valiant. Plenty, and Peace breeds Cowards: Hardness ever Of Hardiness is Mother. Hoa? who's here? If any thing that's civil, speak: if savage, Take, or lend. Hoa? No answer? Then I'll enter. Best draw my Sword; and if mine Enemy But fear the Sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. Such a Foe, good Heavens.
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Meet thee at Milford-Hauen: (I forgot to aske him one thing, Ile remember't anon:) euen there, thou villaine Poſthumus will I kill thee. I would theſe Garments were come. She ſaide vpon a time (the bitterneſſe of it, I now belch from my heart) that ſhee held the very Garment of Poſthumus, in more reſpect, then my Noble and naturall perſon; together with the adornement of my Qualities. With that Suite vpon my backe wil I rauiſh her: firſt kill him, and in her eyes; there ſhall ſhe ſee my valour, which wil then be a torment to hir contempt. He on the ground, my ſpeech of inſulment ended on his dead bodie, and when my Luſt hath dined (which as I ſay, to vex her, I will execute in the Cloathes that ſhe ſo prais'd:) to the Court Ile knock her backe, foot her home againe. She hath deſpis'd mee reioycingly, and Ile bee merry in my Reuenge. Be thoſe the Garments? I, my Noble Lord. How long is't ſince ſhe went to Milford-Hauen? She can ſcarſe be there yet. Bring this Apparrell to my Chamber, that is the ſecond thing that I haue commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntarie Mute to my deſigne. Be but dutious, and true preferment ſhall render it ſelfe to thee. My Reuenge is now at Milford, would I had wings to follow it. Come, and be true. Thou bid'ſt me to my loſſe: for true to thee, Were to proue falſe, which I will neuer bee To him that is moſt true. To Milford go▪ And finde not her, whom thou purſueſt. Flow, flow You Heauenly bleſſings on her: This Fooles ſpeede Be croſt with ſlowneſſe; Labour be his mede. I ſee a mans life is a tedious one, I haue tyr'd my ſelfe: and for two nights together Haue made the ground my bed. I ſhould be ſicke, But that my reſolution helpes me: Milford, When from the Mountaine top, Piſanio ſhew'd thee, Thou was't within a kenne. Oh Ioue, I thinke Foundations flye the wretched: ſuch I meane, Where they ſhould be releeu'd. Two Beggers told me, I could not miſſe my way. Will poore Folkes lye That haue Afflictions on them, knowing 'tis A puniſhment, or Triall? Yes; no wonder, When Rich-ones ſcarſe tell true. To lapſe in Fulneſſe Is ſorer, then to lye for Neede: and Falſhood Is worſe in Kings, then Beggers. My deere Lord, Thou art one o' th' falſe Ones: Now I thinke on thee, My hunger's gone; but euen before, I was At point to ſinke, for Food. But what is this? Heere is a path too't▪ 'tis ſome ſauage hold: I were beſt not call; I dare not call: yet Famine Ere cleane it o're-throw Nature, makes it valiant. Plentie, and Peace breeds Cowards: Hardneſſe euer Of Hardineſſe is Mother. Hoa? who's heere? If any thing that's ciuill, ſpeake: if ſauage, Take, or lend. Hoa? No anſwer? Then Ile enter. Beſt draw my Sword; and if mine Enemy But feare the Sword like me, hee'l ſcarſely looke on't. Such a Foe, good Heauens.