To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Travel Such wind as scatters young men thro' the world, To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows. Woman's Tongue. Think you a little din can daunt my ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat ? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field? And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle, heard [clang? Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to th' ear As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire? " Description of a mad Wedding. When the priest Did ask if Katharine should be his wife; [loud, Ay, by gogs-woons," quoth he, and swore so That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book; And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff [and priest; That down fell priest and book, and book "Now take them up," quoth he, "if: any list." Tran. What said the wench when he rose up again? [stamp'd and swore, Grem. Trembled and shook: for why, he As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But, after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: [aboard, "A health," quoth he, as if he had been Carousing to his mates after a storm : Quaff'd off the muscadel, and threw the sops All in the sexton's face; having no other reason, But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, And seem'd to ask his sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck, And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, That, at the parting, all the church did echo. Petruchio's Trial of his Wife in the Article of Dress. Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer. And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. Pet. Why thou say'st true: it is a paltry A custard coffin, a bauble, a silken pie: [cap, I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not. Kath. Love me or love me not, I like the And it I will have, or I will have none. [cap; Pet. Thy gown? why, ay, come, tailor, let us see 't. O, mercy, God! what masking stuff is here! What 's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-can non: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here 's snip and nip, and cut, and slish, and Like to a censer in a barber's shop:. [slash, Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? [nor gown. Hor. I see, she 's like to have neither cap According to the fashion and the time. Tail. You bid me make it orderly and well, I [ber'd, did not bid you mar it to the time. Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be rememGo hop me over every kennel home, For you shall hop without my custom, Sir: I'll none of it: hence! make your best of it. Kath. Inever saw a better fashioned gown, More quaint, more pleasing, more commendable: Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. The Mind alone valuable. Pet. Well, come my Kate; we will unto Even in these honest mean habiliments; A lovely Woman. Fair, lovely maiden, young and affable, More clear of hue, and far more beautiful Than precious sardonyx, or purple rocks Of amethysts, or glistering hyacinth : Sweet Katharine, this lovely womanKath. Fair, lovely lady, bright and crystalline, Beauteous and stately as the eye-train'd bird, And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks; The Wife's Duty to her Husband. Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning, unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, And for thy maintenance commits his body Then veil your stomachs, for it is no boot; And place your hands beneath your husband's In token of which duty, if he please, [foot: My hand is ready-may it do him ease! § 11. THE TEMPEST SHAKSPEARE Miranda and Prospero Mir. OI have suffer'd Dash'd all to pieces. O the cry did knock Pros. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort; The direful spectacle of the wreck which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er ! I must eat my dinner. This island 's mine, by Sycorax my mother, When thou Which thou tak'st from me. camest first, [wouldst give me Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me: Water with berries in 't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, smooth, Curs'd be I, that I did so! all the charms Music. Where should this music be? in air or earth? It sounds no more and sure it waits upon Some god of th' island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air. Ariel's Song. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made, My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me, Description of Ferdinand's swimming ashore. I saw him beat the surges under him, 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt, pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts; Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how Ferdinand There be some sports are painful : but their Satire on Utopian Forms of Government. As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but [be The mistress whom I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labors pleasures: O, she is All things in common nature should produce, Ten times more gentle than her father's Without sweat or endeavor: treason, felony, crabbed : [move Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, And he 's compos'd of harshness. I must reWould I not have; but nature should bring Some thousands of these logs, and pile 'em up, Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress forth Weeps when she sees me work: and says, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd such baseness Had ne'er such executor. I forget; But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my Admir'd Miranda ! Indeed, the top of admiration : worth [labors, their ears, Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, Fine Sentiment of Humanity on Repentance. Ariel. ['em Which enter'd their frail skins: at last I left What 's dearest to the world! full many a lady I' th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, I have eyed with best regard; and many a time There dancing up to the chins. The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage [tues Brought my too diligent ears; for several virHave I lik'd several women: never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she own'd, And put it to the foil: but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best. Guilty Conscience. His brother, and yours, abide all three distract. zalo; work 'em, [it: That, if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! The name of Prosper. It did bass my trespass. Like poison given to work a great time after, Continence before Marriage. Pros. If thou dost break her virgin-knot, Vanity of Human Nature. [heed, Hast thou, who art but air, a touch, a feeling Fairies and Magic. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Pros. Our revels now are ended: these our By moon-shine do the green sour ringlets actors (As I foretold you) were all spirits, and Drunkards enchanted by Ariel. make, [pastime Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters tho' ye be) I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt the strong-bas'd promon[up and by the spurs pluck'd graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers; oped and let them By my so potent art. tory Have I made shake Ariel. I told you, Sir, they were red hot The pine and cedar with drinking; So full of valor, that they smote the air bor; [forth Senses returning. Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ign'rant fumes, that mantle Their clearer reason Their understanding Begins to swell; and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, That now lie foul and muddy. Ariel's Song. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, § 12. TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL. SHAKSPEARE. Music and Love. Ir music be the food of love, play on, "Tis not so sweet now as it was before. Description of Sebastian's Escape. I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself [practice) (Courage and hope both teaching him the To a strong mast, that liv'd upon the sea; Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, So long as I could see. Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Character of a noble Gentleman. Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant, And, in dimension, and the shape of nature, Oliv. Resolved Love. Why, what would you? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house: Write royal cantos of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night, Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me. Serious Music most agreeable to Lovers. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night: Methought it did relieve my passion much; More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times. True Love. Duke. Come hither, boy, if ever thou shalt In the sweet pangs of it remember me : [love, For such as I am, all true lovers are: Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune? Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is thron'd. Character of an old Song. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain : Outward Appearance a Token of inward And the free maids that weave their thread The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Worth. with bones, Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age. |