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$8. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. Her. Then let us teach our trial patience,

SHAKSPEARE. Because it is a customary cross, [sighs, Tediousness of E.xpectation. As due to love, as thoughts and dreams, and Thes. How slow

Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires,

Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man's revenue.

I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow,

By his best arrow with the golden head,
The Witchcraft of Love.
By the simplicity of Venus' doves,

[loves; My gracious duke,

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers This man háth witch'd the bosom of my child: And by that fire which burnt the Carthage Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her

queen, rhymes,

When the false Trojan under sail was seen ; And interchang'd love tokens with my child :

By all the vows that ever men have broke, Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, In number more than ever women spoke; With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; In that same place thou hast appointed me, And stol'n the impression of her fantasy To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits,

(sengers Modest and generous Eulogium of a Rival. Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, mes

Hel. Call you me fair? That fair again unsay: Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: Demetrius loves you, fair; O happy fair ! With cunning hast thou filchi'd my daughter's Your eyes are lode-stars, and your tongue heart:

sweet air Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,

More tunable than lark to shepherd's ear, To stubborn harshness.

When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds A Father's Authority.

appear. To you your father should be as a god :

Sickness is catching: (), were favor so! One that compos’d your beauties; yea, and one Yours I would catch, fair Hermia, ere I go : To whom you are but as a form in wax

My ear should catch your voice, my eye your By him imprinted; and within his power


[melody To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet

Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, Nun.

The rest I'll give to be to you translated. Thes. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your o teach me how you look! and with what art

desires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood,

You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. Whether (if you yield not to your father's choice)

Moon. You can endure the livery of a nun;

When Phæbe doth behold For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd; Her silver visage in the watery glass, To live a barren sister all your life,

Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass. Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless

Love. moon.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Love can transpose to form and dignity: To undergo such maiden pilgrimage! Love looks not with the eyes, but with the But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d,

mind, Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind; Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste:

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste; Ere I will yield iny virgin-patent up, And therefore is Love said to be a child, Unto his lordship, to whose unwish'd yoke Because in choice he is so oft beguild: My soal consents not to give sovereignty.

As waggish boys in games themselves forswear;
True Love erer crossed.

So the boy Love is perjur'd every where.
Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,

Cowslips, and Fairy Employment.
The course of true love never did run smooth;

The cowslips tall her pensioners be; But either it was different in blood,

In their gold coats spots you see;

Those be rubies, fairy favors ;
Or else misgrafted in respect of years; In those freckles live their savors;
Or else it stood upon the choice of friends:
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,

I must go seek some dew-drops here,
War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it;

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Making it momentary as a sound,

Puck, or Robin Good-fellow. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; I am that merry wand'rer of the night. Brief as the lightning in the collied night, I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heav'n and When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, earth :

Neighing in likeness of a filly fual ; And, ere a man hath pow'r to say—Behold! And sometimes lurk I in a gossip's bowl, The jaws of darkness do devour it up:

In very likeness of a roasted crab; So quick bright things come to confusion ! And when she drinks, against her lips I bob,

loffe ;

And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale ; It fell upon a little western flow'r, [wound,
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Before milk-white; now purpled-with love's
Sometime for three-foot-stool mistaketh me; And maidens call it, “ Love in Idlenesss."
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And rails or cries, and falls into a cough:

Virtuous Love's Protection and Reliance. And then the whole quire hold their hips and Your virtue is my privilege for that.

(swear It is not night when I do see your face, And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and Therefore I think I am not in the night; A merrier hour was never wasted there. Nor doth this wood lack worlds of companys Fairy Jealousy, and the Effects of it.

For you in my respect are all the world!

Then how can it be said, I am alone, These are the forgeries of jealousy ;.

When all the world is here to look on me? And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

A Fairy Bank. By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,

I know a bank, whereon the wild thyme Or on the beached margent of the sea,

blows, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,

Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our

Quite over-canopy'd with luscious woodbine, sport: Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, There sleeps Titania, sometime of the night,

With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine; As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea

Lulld in these flow'rs with dances and delight. Contagious fogs; which, falling in the land, Have every pelting river made so proud,

Fairy Courtesies. That they have orerborne their continents. The ox has therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ;

Be kind and courteous to this gentleman: The ploughman lost his sweat: and the green Feed him with apricots and dewberries;

corn Hath rotted, ere its youth attain’d a beard ;

With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The fold stands empty in the drowned field,

The honey-bags steal from the humble bees, And crows are fatted with the murrain stock; And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes ;

And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, The nine men's morris is filled up with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,

To have my love to bed, and to arise; For lack of tread is undistinguishable.

And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, The human mortals want their winter here;

To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes; No night is now with hymn or carol blest ;

Nod to him, elves, and do him couriesies. Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,

Swiftness of Fairy's Motion.
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound.

I go, I go, look how I go:

Swifter iban arrow from the Tartar's bow. And, thorough this distemperature, we see The seasons alter ; hoary-headed frosts Sense of Hearing quickened by Loss of Sight. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ;

Dark night, that from the eye his function And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,

takes, An od'rous chaplet of sweet summer-buds Is, as in mock'ry, set : the spring, the summer, Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,

The ear more quick of apprehension makes. The chilling autumn, angry winter, change

It pays the hearing double recompense.
Their wonted liveries, and the 'mazed world
By their increase now knows not which is

Female Friendship.

Is all the council that we two have shar'd, Love in Idleness.

The sister vows, the hours that we have spent, Thou remember'st

When we have chid the hasty-footed time Since once I sat upon a promontory,

For parting us : O! and is all forgot? And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, All school-days friendship, childhood innoUttering such dulcet and harmonious breath We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, [cence? That the rude sea grew civil at her song; Have with our needles created both one Hower, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion; To hear the sea-maid's music.

Both warbling of one song, both in one key; That very time I saw (but thou couldst not) As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Had been incorporate ; so we grew together, Cupid, all arm’d: a certain aim he took Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, At a fair vestal, throned by the west; But yet an union in partition : And loos'd his love-shaft sinartly from his bow, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts. So with two seeming bodies, but one heart: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Two of the first like coats in heraldry, Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. And the imperial vot'ress passed on, [moon; and will you rend our ancient love asunder, In maiden meditation, fancy free.

To join with men in scorning your poor friend? Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:

Our sex as well as I may chide you for it; Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy noThough I alone do feel the injury.

A local habitation and a name. [thing Lover's Hate the greatest Harm. Simpleness and modest Duty always acceptable. What can you do me greater harm than hate? Philost. No, my noble lord, Female Timidity.

It is not for you. I have heard it over,
I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Unless you can find sport in their intents,

And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
Let her not hurt me; I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;

Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain,

To do you service.
I am a right inaid for my cowardice.

Thes. I will hear that play:

For never any thing can be amiss,
Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, When simpleness and duty tender it.
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger ;

Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'erAt whose approach, ghosts wandering here And duty in his service perishing. [charg’d, Troop home to church-yards. (and there, Thes. "Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no

such thing Embracing.

Our sport shall be to take what they mistake: So doth the woodbine the sweet honey-suckle Ind what poor duty cannot do, Gently entwist-the female ivy so

Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.

Where I have come, great clerks have purposed Dew in Flowers.

To greet me with premeditated welcomes; That same dew, which sometime on the buds Make periods in the midst of sentences,

Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Was wont to swell like round and orient Throule their practis'd accents in their fears, pearls,

And in conclusion dumbly have broke off, Stood now within the pretty flowret's eyes Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome:

Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet, Hunting, and Hounds.

And in the modesty of fearful duty Thes. We will, fair queen, up to the moun- I read as much, as from the ratiling tongue And mark the musical confusion [tain's top, Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Love, therefore, and tongue-ty'd simplicity, Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, In least speak most, to my capacity. When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the boar

Clock. With hounds of Sparta ; never did I hear

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Such gallant chiding. For, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, ev'ry region near

Night. Seem'd all one mutual cry; I never heard

Now the hungry lion roars, So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

And the wolf bebowls the moon; Thes. My hounds are bred out of the Spar. Whilst the heavy plonghman snores, tan kind,

All with weary task fore-done. So few'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung Now the wasted brands do glow, With ears that sweep away the morning dew;

Whilst the screech-owl screeching loud, Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd, like Thessalian Puts the wretch that lies in woe, bulls,


In remembrance of a shroud. Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like Now it is the time of night, Each under each. A cry more tuneable

That the graves, all gaping wide,
Was never halloo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn. Every one lets forth his spright

In the church-yard paths to glide.
Fuiry Motion.

And we fairies that do run,
Then, my queen, in silevce sad

By the triple Hecat's team,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon

From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

Now are frolic; not a mouse
Confused Remembrance. [able, Shall disturb this hallow'd hous: ;
These things seem small and undistinguish. I am sent with broom before,
Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. To sweep the dust behind the door.

The Power of Imagination.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact:

$ 9. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;

SHAKSPEARE. That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,

Peace inspires Love. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. But now I am return'd, and that war The poet's eye, in a fine phrensy rolling,

thoughts Doth glance from heav'n to earth, from earth to Have left their places vacant, in their rooms And, as imagination bodies forth [heav'n, Come thronging soft and delicate desires, The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen | All prompting me how fair young Hero is.


Friendship in Love.

And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders, Friendship is constant in all

other things, To stain my cousin with; one doth not know Save in the office and affairs of love:

How much an ill word may empoison liking. Therefore all hearts in love use their own

Beatrice's Recantation, Let every eye negotiate for itself,

[tongues, And trust no agent: beauty is a witch,

What fire is in mine ears? can this be true ? Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. Stand I condemu'd for pride and scorn so

much ? Merit always modest. It is the witness still of excellency,

Contempt farewell! and maiden pride adieu !

No glory lives behind the back of such. To put a strange face on his own perfection. And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee, A Song:

Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand ; Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite Men were deceivers ever ;

thee One foot in sea, and one on shore,

To bind our loves up in a holy band :
To one thing constant never,

For others say thou dost deserve; and I
Then sigh not so,

Believe it better than reportingly.
But let ihem go,

And be you blithe and bonny,

O, what authority and show of truth
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny nonny.

Can cunning sin cover itself withal !

Comes not that blood as modest evidence Favourites compared to Honey-suckles, &c. To witness simple virtue ? Would you not -Bid her steal into the pleached bower,

Where honey-suckles ripened by the sun All that see her, that she were a maid,
Forbid the sun to enter; like favorites By these exterior shows? But she is none :
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride She knows the heat of a luxurious bed ;
Against that power that bred it.

Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
Scheme to captivate Beatrice.

Female Seeming.
Let it be thy part

I never tempted her with word too large ;
To praise him more than ever man did merit: But as a brother to a sister show'd
My talk to thee must be, how Benedick Bashful sincerity and comely love..
Is sick in love with Beatrice: Of this matter Her. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you !
Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,

Clau. Out on thy seeming! I will write That only wounds by hearsay.

against it : Angling, &c.

You seem to me as Dian in her orb; The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown: Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,

But you are more intemperate in your blood
And greedily devour the treacherous bait : Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals
So angle we for Beatrice.

That rage in savage sensuality.
A scornful and satirical Beauty.

An injured Lover's Aljuration of Love. Nature never fram'd a woman's heart

O Hero! what a hero hadst thou been, Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice. If half thy outward graces had been plac'd Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart! Misprising what they look on: and her wit But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell, Values itself so highly, that to her

Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! All matter else seems weak; she cannot love, For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, Nor take no shape, nor project of affection, And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, She is so self-endear'd.

To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,

And never shall it more be gracious.
I never yet saw man, (tur'd,

A Father lamenting his Daughter's Infamy. How wise, how noble, young, how rarely fea- Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes; But she would spell him backward ; if fair For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, fac'd

[sister; Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy She'd swear the gentleman should be her

shames, If black, why Nature drawing of an antic, Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed ;

Strike at thy life.-Griev'd I, I had but one? If low, an agate very vilely cut;

Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame? If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; o, one too much by thee! why had I one? If silent, why, a block, moved with none.

Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ? So turns she every man the wrong side out:

Why had I not, with charitable hand, And never gives to truth and virtue that

Took up a beggar's issue at my gates ? Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.

Who smeared thus, and mir’d with infamy, Slandering the Object, a Way to destroy Af I might have said, “No part of it is mine; fection.

This shame derives itself from unknown loins." No; rather I will go to Benedick, But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I And counsel him to fight against his passion :


And mine that I was proud on; mine so much Will quench the wonder of her infamy;
That I myself was to myself not mine, And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her
Valuing of her; why she - she is fallen (As best befits her wounded reputation)
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea

In some reclusive and religious life,
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again! Out of all

eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. And salt ioo little, which may season give Leon. Being that, alas ! To her foul tainted Alesh!

I fow in grief, the smallest twine may lead mo. Innocence discovered by Countenance.

Counsel of no Weight in Misery.
-I have mark'd

A thousand blushing apparitions

pray thee, cease thy counsel,

Which falls into my ears as profitless To start into her face, a thousand innocent As water in a sieve: give noi me counsel; shames,

Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes ;

But such a one whose wrongs do suit with And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire

mine. To burn the errors that these princes hold Bring me a father that so lov'd his child, Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Trust not niy reading, nor my observations,

And bid him speak of patience : [mine, Which with experimental seal doth warrant

Measure his love the length and breadth of The tenor of my book; trust not my age, And let it answer every strain for strain ; My reverence, calling, nor divinity,

As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here Under some biting error.

In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:

If such a one will smile and stroke his beard, Resolution.

In sorrow wag; cry hem! when heshould groan; I know not: if they speak but truth of her, Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune These hands shall tear her: if they wrong her drunk honor,

With candle-wasters : bring him yet to me, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. And I of him will gather patience. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, But there is no such man; for, brother, men Nor age so eat up my invention,

Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Which they themselves not feel; but tasting it, Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, Their counsel terns to passion, which before But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind, Would give preceptial medicine to rage; Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread; Ability in means, and choice of friends, Charm ach with air, and agony with words. To quit me of them throughly.

No, no; 'uis all men's office to speak patience The Desire of loved Oljects heightened by their To those that wring under the load of sorrow; Loss.

But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, This , well carried, shall, on her behalf

To be so moral when he shall endure [sel; Change slander to remorse, that is some good: The like himself: therefore give me no counBut not for that dream I on this strange course,

My griefs cry louder than advertisement. But on this travail look for greater birth.

Ant. Therein do men from children nothing She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,


[blood : Upon the instant that she was accus'd,

Leo. I pray thee, "peace I will be flesh and Shall be lamented, pityd, and excus’d

For there was never yet philosopher, Of every hearer. For it so falls out,

That could endure the tooth-ach patiently, That what we have, we prize not to the worth However they have writ the style of gods, While we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, And made a pish at change and sufferance. Why, then we rack the value, then we find

An aged Father's Resentment of Scandal. The virtue that possession would not show us Tush, tush, man! never fleer and jest at nie; While it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio : I speak not like a dotard nor a fool; When he shall hear she died upon his words, The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

As, under privilege of age, to brag [do,

What I have done, being young, or what would Into his study of imagination;

Were I not old. Know Claudio, to thy head, And every lovely organ of her life

Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent child and Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,

That I am forc'd to lay my rev'rence by; [me, More moving, delicate, and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

And, with gray hairs, and bruise of many days,

To challenge ihee to trial of a man. Than when she liv'd indeed. Then shall be I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; (If ever love had interest in his liver) [mourn Thy slander hath gone through and through And wish he had not so accused her;

her heart, No, though he thought his accusation true.

And she lies buried with her ancestors :
Let this be so, and doubt not but success O! in a tomb where never scandal slept,
Will fashion the event in better shape

Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany.
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
, if all aim but this be levelld false,

Talking Braggarts.
The supposition of the lady's death

Cla. Away, I will not have to do with you.

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