Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Then be so, Better to cease to be. Pray Sir, to ' th' Army: I, and my Brother are not known; yourself So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown, Cannot be questioned. By this Sun that shines I'll thither: What thing is't, that I never Did see man dye, scarce ever looked on blood, But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venison? Never bestrid a Horse save one, that had A Rider like myself, who ne'er wore Rowel, Nor Iron on his heel? I am ashamed To look upon the holy Sun, to have The benefit of his blessed Beams, remaining So long a poor unknown. By heavens I'll go, If you will bless me Sir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care: but if you will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me, by The hands of Romans'. So say I, Amen. No reason I (since of your lives you set So slight a valewation) should reserve My cracked one to more care. Have with you Boys: If in your Country wars you chance to dye, That is my Bed too (Lads) and there I'll lie. Led, lead; the time seems long, their blood thinks scorn Till it fly out, and show them Princes borne. Yea bloody cloth. I'll keep thee: for I am wished Thou shouldst be coloured thus. You married ones, If each of you should take this course, how many Must murder Wives much better than themselves For wrying but a little? Oh Pisanio, Every good Servant does not all Commands: No Bond, but to do just ones. Gods, if you Should have ' ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never Had lived to put on this: so had you saved The noble Imogen, to repent, and strooke Me (wretch) more worth your Vengeance. But alack, You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love To have them fall no more: you some permit To second ills with ills, each elder worse, And make them dread it, to the doers thrift. But Imogen is your own, do your best wills, And make me blessed to obey. I am brought hither Among th' Italian Gentry, and to fight Against my Lady's Kingdom: 'Tis enough That (Britain) I have killed thy Mistress: Peace, I'll give no wound to thee: therefore good Heavens, Hear patiently my purpose. I'll disrobe me Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself As does a Britain Peasant: so I'll fight Against the part I come with: so I'll dye For thee (O Imogen) even for whom my life Is every breath, a death: and thus, unknown, Pitied, nor hated, to the face of peril Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know More valour in me, than my habits show. Gods, put the strength o' th' Leonatis in me: To shame the guise o' th' world, I will begin, The fashion less without, and more within.
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Then be ſo, Better to ceaſe to be. Pray Sir, to' th' Army: I, and my Brother are not knowne; your ſelfe So out of thought, and thereto ſo ore-growne, Cannot be queſtion'd. By this Sunne that ſhines Ile thither: What thing is't, that I neuer Did ſee man dye, ſcarſe euer look'd on blood, But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Veniſon? Neuer beſtrid a Horſe ſaue one, that had A Rider like my ſelfe, who ne're wore Rowell, Nor Iron on his heele? I am aſham'd To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haue The benefit of his bleſt Beames, remaining So long a poore vnknowne. By heauens Ile go, If you will bleſſe me Sir, and giue me leaue, Ile take the better care: but if you will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me, by The hands of Romaines. So ſay I, Amen. No reaſon I (ſince of your liues you ſet So ſlight a valewation) ſhould reſerue My crack'd one to more care. Haue with you Boyes: If in your Country warres you chance to dye, That is my Bed too (Lads) and there Ile lye. Lead, lead; the time ſeems long, their blood thinks ſcorn Till it flye out, and ſhew them Princes borne. Yea bloody cloth. Ile keep thee: for I am wiſht Thou ſhould'ſt be colour'd thus. You married ones, If each of you ſhould take this courſe, how many Muſt murther Wiues much better then themſelues For wrying but a little? Oh Piſanio, Euery good Seruant do's not all Commands: No Bond, but to do iuſt ones. Gods, if you Should haue 'tane vengeance on my faults, I neuer Had liu'd to put on this: ſo had you ſaued The noble Imogen, to repent, and ſtrooke Me (wretch) more worth your Vengeance. But alacke, You ſnatch ſome hence for little faults; that's loue To haue them fall no more: you ſome permit To ſecond illes with illes, each elder worſe, And make them dread it, to the dooers thrift. But Imogen is your owne, do your beſt willes, And make me bleſt to obey. I am brought hither Among th' Italian Gentry, and to fight Againſt my Ladies Kingdome: 'Tis enough That (Britaine) I haue kill'd thy Miſtris: Peace, Ile giue no wound to thee: therefore good Heauens, Heare patiently my purpoſe. Ile diſrobe me Of theſe Italian weedes, and ſuite my ſelfe As do's a Britaine Pezant: ſo Ile fight Againſt the part I come with: ſo Ile dye For thee (O Imogen) euen for whom my life Is euery breath, a death: and thus, vnknowne, Pittied, nor hated, to the face of perill My ſelfe Ile dedicate. Let me make men know More valour in me, then my habits ſhow. Gods, put the ſtrength o' th' Leonati in me: To ſhame the guize o' th' world, I will begin, The faſhion leſſe without, and more within.