Nine changes of the watery star has been The shepherd’s note since we have left our throne Without a burden. Time as long again Would be fill’d up, my brother, with our thanks; And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply With one “we thank you” many thousands more That go before it.

Nine changes of the watery star has been The shepherd’s note since we have left our throne Without a burden. Time as long again Would be fill’d up, my brother, with our thanks; And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply With one “we thank you” many thousands more That go before it.

nine changes of the watery star has been time as long again would be fill’d up my brother with our thanks

Stay your thanks a while, And pay them when you part.

Stay your thanks a while, And pay them when you part.

stay your thanks a while and pay them when you part

Sir, that’s tomorrow. I am question’d by my fears, of what may chance Or breed upon our absence; that may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say “This is put forth too truly.” Besides, I have stay’d To tire your royalty.

Sir, that’s tomorrow. I'm question’d by my fears, of what may chance Or breed upon our absence; that may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say “This is put forth too truly.” Besides, I have stay’d To tire your royalty.

that’s tomorrow i am question’d by my fears of what may chance or breed upon our absence

We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to ’t.

We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to ’t.

we are tougher brother than you can put us to ’t

No longer stay.

No longer stay.

no longer stay

One seve’night longer.

One seve’night longer.

one seve’night longer

Very sooth, tomorrow.

Very sooth, tomorrow.

very sooth tomorrow

We’ll part the time between ’s then: and in that I’ll no gainsaying.

We’ll part the time between ’s then: and in that I’ll no gainsaying.

we’ll part the time between ’s then and in that i’ll no gainsaying

Press me not, beseech you, so, There is no tongue that moves, none, none i’ th’ world, So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although ’Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Were, in your love a whip to me; my stay To you a charge and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother.

Press me not, beseech you, so, There is no tongue that moves, none, none i’ th’ world, So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although ’Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Were, in your love a whip to me; my stay To you a charge and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother.

press me not beseech you there is no tongue that moves

Tongue-tied, our queen? Speak you.

Tongue-tied, our queen? Speak you.

tongue-tied our queen? speak you

I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly. Tell him you are sure All in Bohemia’s well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaimed. Say this to him, He’s beat from his best ward.

I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly. Tell him you're sure All in Bohemia’s well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaimed. Say this to him, He’s beat from his best ward.

i had thought to have held my peace until you had

Well said, Hermione.

Well said, Hermione.

well said hermione

To tell he longs to see his son were strong. But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We’ll thwack him hence with distaffs.

To tell he longs to see his son were strong. But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We’ll thwack him hence with distaffs.

to tell he longs to see his son were strong but let him say so then and let him go but let him swear so

No, madam.

No, madam.

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no, but you will?

no, but you will?

but you will?

I may not, truly.

I may not, truly.

i may not

truly! You put me off with limber vows; but I, Though you would seek t’ unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say “Sir, no going.” truly, You shall not go. A lady’s truly is As potent as a lord’s. Will go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a guest: so you shall pay your fees When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner or my guest? By your dread “truly,” One of them you shall be.

truly! You put me off with limber vows; but I, Though you would seek t’ unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say “Sir, no going.” truly, You shall not go. A lady’s truly is As potent as a lord’s. Will go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a guest: so you shall pay your fees When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner or my guest? By your dread “truly,” One of them you shall be.

truly! you put me off with limber vows though you would seek t’ unsphere the stars should yet say “sir

Your guest, then, madam. To be your prisoner should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit Than you to punish.

Your guest, then, madam. To be your prisoner should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit Than you to punish.

your guest to be your prisoner should import offending

Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I’ll question you Of my lord’s tricks and yours when you were boys. You were pretty lordings then.

Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I’ll question you Of my lord’s tricks and yours when you were boys. You were pretty lordings then.

not your gaoler then but your kind hostess i’ll question you of my lord’s tricks and

We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day tomorrow as today, And to be boy eternal.

We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day tomorrow as today, And to be boy eternal.

we were fair queen two lads that thought there was no more and to be boy eternal

Was not my lord The verier wag o’ th’ two?

Was not my lord The verier wag o’ th’ two?

was not my lord the verier wag o’ th’ two?

We were as twinn’d lambs that did frisk i’ th’ sun And bleat the one at th’ other. What we chang’d Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream’d That any did. Had we pursu’d that life, And our weak spirits ne’er been higher rear’d With stronger blood, we should have answer’d heaven Boldly “Not guilty,” the imposition clear’d Hereditary ours.

We were as twinn’d lambs that did frisk i’ th’ sun And bleat the one at th’ other. What we chang’d Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream’d That any did. Had we pursu’d that life, And our weak spirits ne’er been higher rear’d With stronger blood, we should have answer’d heaven Boldly “Not guilty,” the imposition clear’d Hereditary ours.

we were as twinn’d lambs that did frisk what we chang’d was innocence for innocence we knew not the doctrine of ill-doing nor dream’d that any did

By this we gather You have tripp’d since.

By this we gather You have tripp’d since.

by this we gather you have tripp’d since

O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to ’s! for In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes Of my young play-fellow.

O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to ’s! for In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes Of my young play-fellow.

o my most sacred lady temptations have since then been born to ’s! your precious self had then not cross’d the

Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils. Yet go on; Th’ offences we have made you do we’ll answer, If you first sinn’d with us, and that with us You did continue fault, and that you slipp’d not With any but with us.

Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils. Yet go on; Th’ offences we have made you do we’ll answer, If you first sinn’d with us, and that with us You did continue fault, and that you slipp’d not With any but with us.

grace to boot! of this make no conclusion lest you say your queen and i are devils yet go on th’ offences we have made you do we’ll answer

Is he won yet?

Is he won yet?

is he won yet?

He’ll stay, my lord.

He’ll stay, my lord.

he’ll stay my lord

At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, you never spok’st To better purpose.

At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, you never spok’st To better purpose.

at my request he would not hermione my dearest you never spok’st to better purpose

Never?

Never?

never? yes never what were you looking for

Never but once.

Never but once.

never but once

What! have I twice said well? when was’t before? I please tell me. Cram ’s with praise, and make ’s As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages. You may ride ’s With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs before With spur we heat an acre. But to th’ goal: My last good deed was to entreat his stay. What was my first? It has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose—when? no, let me have’t; I long.

What! have I twice said well? when was’t before? I please tell me. Cram ’s with praise, and make ’s As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages. You may ride ’s With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs before With spur we heat an acre. But to th’ goal: My last good deed was to entreat his stay. What was my first? It has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose—when? no, let me have’t; I long.

what! have i twice said well? when was’t cram ’s with praise and make ’s as fat as tame things one good deed dying tongueless slaughters a thousand

Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour’d themselves to death, before I could make you open your white hand And clap thyself my love; then did you utter “I am yours for ever.”

Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour’d themselves to death, before I could make you open your white hand And clap thyself my love; then did you utter “I'm yours for ever.”

that was when three crabbed months had sour’d before i could make you open your white then did you utter “i am yours for ever

’Tis Grace indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to th’ purpose twice. The one for ever earn’d a royal husband; Th’ other for some while a friend.

’Tis Grace indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to th’ purpose twice. The one for ever earn’d a royal husband; Th’ other for some while a friend.

’tis grace indeed lo you now i have spoke to th’ purpose twice

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. I have _tremor cordis_ on me. My heart dances, But not for joy,—not joy. This entertainment May a free face put on, derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent: ’t may, I grant: But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers, As now they are, and making practis’d smiles As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as ’twere The mort o’ th’ deer. O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Mamillius, Art you my boy?

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. I have _tremor cordis_ on me. My heart dances, But not for joy,—not joy. This entertainment May a free face put on, derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent: ’t may, I grant: But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers, As now they are, and making practis’d smiles As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as ’twere The mort o’ th’ deer. O, that's entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Mamillius, Art you my boy?

to mingle friendship far is mingling bloods i have _tremor cordis_ on me my heart dances but not for joy

Ay, my good lord.

Ay, my good lord.

my good lord

I’ fecks! Why, that’s my bawcock. What! have smutch’d your nose? They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf Are all call’d neat.—Still virginalling Upon his palm?—How now, you wanton calf! Art you my calf?

I’ fecks! Why, that’s my bawcock. What! have smutch’d your nose? They say it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf Are all call’d neat.—Still virginalling Upon his palm?—How now, you wanton calf! Art you my calf?

i’ fecks! why that’s my bawcock what! have smutch’d your nose? they say it

Yes, if you will, my lord.

Yes, if you will, my lord.

if you will my lord

you want’st a rough pash and the shoots that I have To be full like me:—yet they say we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say anything. But were they false As o’er-dy’d blacks, as wind, as waters, false As dice are to be wish’d by one that fixes No bourn ’twixt his and mine, yet were it true To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page, Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain! Most dear’st! my collop! Can your dam?—may’t be? Affection! your intention stabs the centre: you dost make possible things not so held, Communicat’st with dreams;—how can this be?— With what’s unreal you coactive art, And fellow’st nothing: then ’tis very credent you may’st co-join with something; and you dost, And that beyond commission, and I find it, And that to the infection of my brains And hardening of my brows.

you want’st a rough pash and the shoots that I have To be full like me:—yet they say we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say anything. But were they false As o’er-dy’d blacks, as wind, as waters, false As dice are to be wish’d by one that fixes No bourn ’twixt his and mine, yet were it true To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page, Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain! Most dear’st! my collop! Can your dam?—may’t be? Affection! your intention stabs the centre: you dost make possible things not so held, Communicat’st with dreams;—how can this be?— With what’s unreal you coactive art, And fellow’st nothing: then ’tis very credent you may’st co-join with something; and you dost, And that beyond commission, and I find it, And that to the infection of my brains And hardening of my brows.

you want’st a rough pash and the shoots —yet they say we are almost as like as eggs women say so that will say anything

What means Sicilia?

What means Sicilia?

what means sicilia?

He something seems unsettled.

He something seems unsettled.

he something seems unsettled

How, my lord? What cheer? How is’t with you, best brother?

How, my lord? What cheer? How is’t with you, best brother?

my lord? what cheer? how is’t with you best brother?

You look As if you held a brow of much distraction: Are you mov’d, my lord?

You look As if you held a brow of much distraction: Are you mov’d, my lord?

you look as if you held a brow of much distraction are you mov’d my lord?

No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy’s face, methoughts I did recoil Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech’d, In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money?

No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy’s face, methoughts I did recoil Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech’d, In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money?

in good earnest how sometimes nature will betray its folly its tenderness

No, my lord, I’ll fight.

No, my lord, I’ll fight.

my lord i’ll fight

You will? Why, happy man be ’s dole! My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours?

You will? Why, happy man be ’s dole! My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours?

you will? why happy man be ’s dole! my brother are you so fond of your young prince

If at home, sir, He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all. He makes a July’s day short as December; And with his varying childness cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.

If at home, sir, He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all. He makes a July’s day short as December; And with his varying childness cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.

if at home he’s all my exercise my mirth

So stands this squire Offic’d with me. We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, How you lov’st us show in our brother’s welcome; Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: Next to thyself and my young rover, he’s Apparent to my heart.

So stands this squire Offic’d with me. We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, How you lov’st us show in our brother’s welcome; Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: Next to thyself and my young rover, he’s Apparent to my heart.

so stands this squire offic’d with me we two will walk my lord and leave you to your graver steps

If you would seek us, We are yours i’ the garden. Shall ’s attend you there?

If you would seek us, We are yours i’ the garden. Shall ’s attend you there?

if you would seek us we are yours i’ the garden shall ’s attend you there?

To your own bents dispose you: you’ll be found, Be you beneath the sky. I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband!

To your own bents dispose you: you’ll be found, Be you beneath the sky. I'm angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband!

to your own bents dispose you you’ll be found be you beneath the sky i am angling now

I am like you, they say.

I'm like you, they say.

i am like you they say

Why, that’s some comfort. What! Camillo there?

Why, that’s some comfort. What! Camillo there?

that’s some comfort what! camillo there?

Ay, my good lord.

Ay, my good lord.

my good lord

Go play, Mamillius; you’rt an honest man.

Go play, Mamillius; you’rt an honest man.

go play mamillius you’rt an honest man

You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home.

You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home.

you had much ado to make his anchor hold when you cast out it still came home

did note it?

didn'te it?

did note it?

He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material.

He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material.

he would not stay at your petitions made his business more material

did perceive it?

did perceive it?

did perceive it?

At the good queen’s entreaty.

At the good queen’s entreaty.

at the good queen’s entreaty

At the queen’s be’t: “good” should be pertinent, But so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but yours? For your conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks. Not noted, is’t, But of the finer natures? by some severals Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes Perchance are to this business purblind? say.

At the queen’s be’t: “good” should be pertinent, But so it's, it's not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but yours? For your conceit's soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks. Not noted, is’t, But of the finer natures? by some severals Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes Perchance are to this business purblind? say.

at the queen’s be’t “good” should be pertinent but so it is it is not

Business, my lord? I think most understand Bohemia stays here longer.

Business, my lord? I think most understand Bohemia stays here longer.

business my lord? i think most understand bohemia stays

Ha?

Ha?

ha? what did you say wait what

Stays here longer.

Stays here longer.

stays here longer

Ay, but why?

Ay, but why?

but why?

To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.

To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.

to satisfy your highness and the entreaties of our most gracious mistress

Satisfy? Th’ entreaties of your mistress? Satisfy? Let that suffice. I have trusted you, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-counsels, wherein, priest-like, you have cleans’d my bosom; I from you departed your penitent reform’d. But we have been Deceiv’d in your integrity, deceiv’d In that which seems so.

Satisfy? Th’ entreaties of your mistress? Satisfy? Let that suffice. I have trusted you, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-counsels, wherein, priest-like, you have cleans’d my bosom; I from you departed your penitent reform’d. But we have been Deceiv’d in your integrity, deceiv’d In that which seems so.

satisfy? th’ entreaties of your mistress? satisfy? let i have trusted you camillo with all the nearest things to my heart

Be it forbid, my lord!

Be it forbid, my lord!

be it forbid my lord!

To bide upon’t: you art not honest; or, If you inclin’st that way, you art a coward, Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course requir’d; or else you must be counted A servant grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a fool That seest a game play’d home, the rich stake drawn, And tak’st it all for jest.

To bide upon’t: you art not honest; or, If you inclin’st that way, you art a coward, Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course requir’d; or else you must be counted A servant grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a fool That seest a game play’d home, the rich stake drawn, And tak’st it all for jest.

to bide upon’t you art not honest if you inclin’st that way

My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Among the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilful-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play’d the fool, it was my negligence, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance, ’twas a fear Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, Are such allow’d infirmities that honesty Is never free of. But, beseech your Grace, Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass By its own visage: if I then deny it, ’Tis none of mine.

My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Among the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilful-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play’d the fool, it was my negligence, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance, ’twas a fear Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, Are such allow’d infirmities that honesty Is never free of. But, beseech your Grace, Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass By its own visage: if I then deny it, ’Tis none of mine.

my gracious lord i may be negligent foolish and fearful

Ha’ not you seen, Camillo? (But that’s past doubt: you have, or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold’s horn) or heard? (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute) or thought? (for cogitation Resides not in that man that does not think) My wife is slippery? If you wilt confess, Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say My wife’s a hobby-horse, deserves a name As rank as any flax-wench that puts to Before her troth-plight: say’t and justify’t.

Ha’ not you seen, Camillo? (But that’s past doubt: you have, or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold’s horn) or heard? (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute) or thought? (for cogitation Resides not in that man that does not think) My wife is slippery? If you wilt confess, Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say My wife’s a hobby-horse, deserves a name As rank as any flax-wench that puts to Before her troth-plight: say’t and justify’t.

ha’ not you seen camillo? (but that’s past doubt you have or your eye-glass is thicker than a cuckold’s

I would not be a stander-by to hear My sovereign mistress clouded so, without My present vengeance taken: ’shrew my heart, You never spoke what did become you less Than this; which to reiterate were sin As deep as that, though true.

I would not be a stander-by to hear My sovereign mistress clouded so, without My present vengeance taken: ’shrew my heart, You never spoke what did become you less Than this; which to reiterate were sin As deep as that, though true.

i would not be a stander-by to hear without my present vengeance taken ’shrew my heart you never spoke what did become you less than this

Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh?—a note infallible Of breaking honesty?—horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? Noon, midnight? and all eyes Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing? Why, then the world and all that’s in’t is nothing, The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing, My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.

Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh?—a note infallible Of breaking honesty?—horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? Noon, midnight? and all eyes Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing? Why, then the world and all that’s in’t is nothing, The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing, My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.

is whispering nothing? is leaning cheek to cheek? minutes? noon midnight? and all eyes blind with the pin theirs only

Good my lord, be cur’d Of this diseas’d opinion, and betimes, For ’tis most dangerous.

Good my lord, be cur’d Of this diseas’d opinion, and betimes, For ’tis most dangerous.

good my lord be cur’d of this diseas’d opinion and betimes for ’tis most dangerous

Say it be, ’tis true.

Say it be, ’tis true.

say it be ’tis true

No, no, my lord.

No, no, my lord.

my lord

It is; you lie, you lie: I say you liest, Camillo, and I hate you, Pronounce you a gross lout, a mindless slave, Or else a hovering temporizer that Canst with yours eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both. Were my wife’s liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass.

It is; you lie, you lie: I say you liest, Camillo, and I hate you, Pronounce you a gross lout, a mindless slave, Or else a hovering temporizer that Canst with yours eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both. Were my wife’s liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass.

you lie you lie i say you liest

Who does infect her?

Who does infect her?

who does infect her?

Why, he that wears her like her medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I Had servants true about me, that bare eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits, Their own particular thrifts, they would do that Which should undo more doing: ay, and you, His cupbearer,—whom I from meaner form Have bench’d and rear’d to worship, who mayst see Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven, How I am galled,—mightst bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial.

Why, he that wears her like her medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I Had servants true about me, that bare eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits, Their own particular thrifts, they would do that Which should undo more doing: ay, and you, His cupbearer,—whom I from meaner form Have bench’d and rear’d to worship, who mayst see Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven, How I'm galled,—mightst bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial.

he that wears her like her medal hanging about his neck bohemia

Sir, my lord, I could do this, and that with no rash potion, But with a ling’ring dram, that should not work Maliciously like poison. But I cannot Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have lov’d you,—

Sir, my lord, I could do this, and that with no rash potion, But with a ling’ring dram, that should not work Maliciously like poison. But I can't Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have lov’d you,—

my lord i could do this and that with no rash potion

Make that your question, and go rot! Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation; sully The purity and whiteness of my sheets, (Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps) Give scandal to the blood o’ th’ prince, my son, (Who I do think is mine, and love as mine) Without ripe moving to’t? Would I do this? Could man so blench?

Make that your question, and go rot! Dost think I'm so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation; sully The purity and whiteness of my sheets, (Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps) Give scandal to the blood o’ th’ prince, my son, (Who I do think is mine, and love as mine) Without ripe moving to’t? Would I do this? Could man so blench?

make that your question and go rot! dost think i am so muddy so unsettled to appoint myself in this vexation

I must believe you, sir: I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for’t; Provided that, when he’s remov’d, your highness Will take again your queen as yours at first, Even for your son’s sake, and thereby for sealing The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms Known and allied to yours.

I must believe you, sir: I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for’t; Provided that, when he’s remov’d, your highness Will take again your queen as yours at first, Even for your son’s sake, and thereby for sealing The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms Known and allied to yours.

i must believe you and will fetch off bohemia for’t

you dost advise me Even so as I mine own course have set down: I’ll give no blemish to her honour, none.

you dost advise me Even so as I mine own course have set down: I’ll give no blemish to her honour, none.

you dost advise me even so as i i’ll give no blemish to her honour

My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia And with your queen. I am his cupbearer. If from me he have wholesome beverage, Account me not your servant.

My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia And with your queen. I'm his cupbearer. If from me he have wholesome beverage, Account me not your servant.

my lord go then and with a countenance as clear as friendship keep with bohemia and with your queen

This is all: Do’t, and you have the one half of my heart; Do’t not, you splitt’st yours own.

This is all: Do’t, and you have the one half of my heart; Do’t not, you splitt’st yours own.

this is all and you have the one half of my heart do’t not

I’ll do’t, my lord.

I’ll do’t, my lord.

i’ll do’t my lord

I will seem friendly, as you have advis’d me.

I will seem friendly, as you have advis’d me.

i will seem friendly as you have advis’d me

O miserable lady! But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do’t Is the obedience to a master; one Who, in rebellion with himself, will have All that are his so too. To do this deed, Promotion follows. If I could find example Of thousands that had struck anointed kings And flourish’d after, I’d not do’t. But since Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Let villainy itself forswear’t. I must Forsake the court: to do’t, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now! Here comes Bohemia.

O miserable lady! But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do’t Is the obedience to a master; one Who, in rebellion with himself, will have All that are his so too. To do this deed, Promotion follows. If I could find example Of thousands that had struck anointed kings And flourish’d after, I’d not do’t. But since Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Let villainy itself forswear’t. I must Forsake the court: to do’t, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now! Here comes Bohemia.

o miserable lady! but for me what case stand i in? i must be and my ground to do’t is the obedience to a master

This is strange. I think My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Good day, Camillo.

This is strange. I think My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Good day, Camillo.

this is strange i think my favour here begins to warp not speak? good day camillo

Hail, most royal sir!

Hail, most royal sir!

most royal sir!

What is the news i’ th’ court?

What is the news i’ th’ court?

what is the news i’ th’ court?

None rare, my lord.

None rare, my lord.

none rare my lord

The king has on him such a countenance As he had lost some province, and a region Lov’d as he loves himself. Even now I met him With customary compliment, when he, Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling A lip of much contempt, speeds from me, and So leaves me to consider what is breeding That changes thus his manners.

The king has on him such a countenance As he had lost some province, and a region Lov’d as he loves himself. Even now I met him With customary compliment, when he, Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling A lip of much contempt, speeds from me, and So leaves me to consider what is breeding That changes thus his manners.

the king has on him such a countenance and a region lov’d as he loves himself even now i met him with customary compliment when he

I dare not know, my lord.

I dare not know, my lord.

i dare not know my lord

How, dare not? Do not? Do you know, and dare not? Be intelligent to me? ’Tis thereabouts; For, to yourself, what you do know, you must, And cannot say you dare not. Good Camillo, Your chang’d complexions are to me a mirror Which shows me mine chang’d too; for I must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus alter’d with’t.

How, dare not? Do not? Do you know, and dare not? Be intelligent to me? ’Tis thereabouts; For, to yourself, what you do know, you must, And can't say you dare not. Good Camillo, Your chang’d complexions are to me a mirror Which shows me mine chang’d too; for I must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus alter’d with’t.

dare not? do not? do you know and dare not? be intelligent to me? ’tis

There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper, but I cannot name the disease, and it is caught Of you that yet are well.

There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper, but I can't name the disease, and it's caught Of you that yet are well.

there is a sickness which puts some of but i cannot name the disease and it is caught of you that yet are well

How caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk. I have look’d on thousands who have sped the better By my regard, but kill’d none so. Camillo,— As you are certainly a gentleman, thereto Clerk-like, experienc’d, which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents’ noble names, In whose success we are gentle,—I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge Thereof to be inform’d, imprison’t not In ignorant concealment.

How caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk. I have look’d on thousands who have sped the better By my regard, but kill’d none so. Camillo,— As you're certainly a gentleman, thereto Clerk-like, experienc’d, which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents’ noble names, In whose success we are gentle,—I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge Thereof to be inform’d, imprison’t not In ignorant concealment.

how caught of me? make me not sighted i have look’d on thousands who have sped but kill’d none so camillo

I may not answer.

I may not answer.

i may not answer

A sickness caught of me, and yet I well? I must be answer’d. Dost you hear, Camillo, I conjure you, by all the parts of man Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least Is not this suit of mine, that you declare What incidency you dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; Which way to be prevented, if to be; If not, how best to bear it.

A sickness caught of me, and yet I well? I must be answer’d. Dost you hear, Camillo, I conjure you, by all the parts of man Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least Is not this suit of mine, that you declare What incidency you dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; Which way to be prevented, if to be; If not, how best to bear it.

a sickness caught of me and yet i well? i must be answer’d dost you hear camillo

Sir, I will tell you; Since I am charg’d in honour, and by him That I think honourable. Therefore mark my counsel, Which must be ev’n as swiftly follow’d as I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me Cry lost, and so goodnight!

Sir, I will tell you; Since I'm charg’d in honour, and by him That I think honourable. Therefore mark my counsel, Which must be ev’n as swiftly follow’d as I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me Cry lost, and so goodnight!

i will tell you since i am charg’d in honour and by him that i think honourable

On, good Camillo.

On, good Camillo.

good camillo

I am appointed him to murder you.

I'm appointed him to murder you.

i am appointed him to murder you

By whom, Camillo?

By whom, Camillo?

by whom camillo?

By the king.

By the king.

by the king

For what?

For what?

for what

He thinks, no, with all confidence he swears, As he had seen’t or been an instrument To vice you to’t, that you have touch’d his queen Forbiddenly.

He thinks, no, with all confidence he swears, As he had seen’t or been an instrument To vice you to’t, that you have touch’d his queen Forbiddenly.

he thinks with all confidence he swears as he had seen’t or been an instrument

O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly, and my name Be yok’d with his that did betray the Best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn’d, no, hated too, worse than the great’st infection That e’er was heard or read!

O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly, and my name Be yok’d with his that did betray the Best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn’d, no, hated too, worse than the great’st infection That e’er was heard or read!

then my best blood turn to an infected jelly and my name be yok’d with his that and my approach be shunn’d

Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon As or by oath remove or counsel shake The fabric of his folly, whose foundation Is pil’d upon his faith, and will continue The standing of his body.

Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon As or by oath remove or counsel shake The fabric of his folly, whose foundation Is pil’d upon his faith, and will continue The standing of his body.

swear his thought over by each particular star you may as well forbid the sea for whose foundation is pil’d upon his faith and will continue the stand

How should this grow?

How should this grow?

how should this grow?

I know not: but I am sure ’tis safer to Avoid what’s grown than question how ’tis born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty, That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you Shall bear along impawn’d, away tonight. Your followers I will whisper to the business, And will by twos and threes, at several posterns, Clear them o’ th’ city. For myself, I’ll put My fortunes to your service, which are here By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain, For, by the honour of my parents, I Have utter’d truth: which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemned by the king’s own mouth, Thereon his execution sworn.

I know not: but I'm sure ’tis safer to Avoid what’s grown than question how ’tis born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty, That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you Shall bear along impawn’d, away tonight. Your followers I will whisper to the business, And will by twos and threes, at several posterns, Clear them o’ th’ city. For myself, I’ll put My fortunes to your service, which are here By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain, For, by the honour of my parents, I Have utter’d truth: which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemned by the king’s own mouth, Thereon his execution sworn.

i know not but i am sure ’tis safer to avoid if therefore you dare trust my honesty that lies enclosed in this trunk

I do believe you. I saw his heart in ’s face. Give me your hand, Be pilot to me, and your places shall Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready, and My people did expect my hence departure Two days ago. This jealousy Is for a precious creature: as she’s rare, Must it be great; and, as his person’s mighty, Must it be violent; and as he does conceive He is dishonour’d by a man which ever Profess’d to him, why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear o’ershades me. Good expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing Of his ill-ta’en suspicion! Come, Camillo, I will respect you as a father if you bear’st my life off hence. Let us avoid.

I do believe you. I saw his heart in ’s face. Give me your hand, Be pilot to me, and your places shall Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready, and My people did expect my hence departure Two days ago. This jealousy Is for a precious creature: as she’s rare, Must it be great; and, as his person’s mighty, Must it be violent; and as he does conceive He is dishonour’d by a man which ever Profess’d to him, why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear o’ershades me. Good expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing Of his ill-ta’en suspicion! Come, Camillo, I will respect you as a father if you bear’st my life off hence. Let us avoid.

i do believe you i saw his heart in ’s face give me your hand be pilot to me

It is in mine authority to command The keys of all the posterns: please your highness To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away.

It is in mine authority to command The keys of all the posterns: please your highness To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away.

it is in mine authority to command the please your highness to take the urgent hour