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I'll yet follow
The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me.
But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick;
And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
Mine honesty, and I, begin to square.
The loyalty, well held to fools, does make
Thou shalt not see me blush,
All good people,
You that thus far have come to pity me,
home and lose me.
I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment,
And by that name must die; yet, heaven bear witness, And, if I have a conscience, let it sink me,
Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful !
Nor is there living,
(I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)
Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart
My vows and prayers
And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall!
Though all the world should crack their duty to you,
They, for their truth, might better wear their heads, Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their hats.
Have 1 with all my full affections
Still met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd him?
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?
I have been to you a true and humble wife,
Yea, subject to your countenance; glad, or sorry,
Here I kneel:
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will, though he do shake me off
If, in the course
A loss of her,
I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament.
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
Here is my hand for my true constancy;
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Chain me with roaring bears;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
Or bid me go into a new-made
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
If to preserve this vessel for
From any other foul unlawful touch,
False to his bed! What is it, to be false?
To lie in watch there, and to think on him?
To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge
To break it with a fearful dream of him,
And cry myself awake? that's false to his bed,
Is it ?
Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
O, that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
In purity of manhood stand upright,
You play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.
Be not fond,
To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood,
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words, Low-crooked curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning.
He loves to hear,
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
says, he does; being then most flattered.