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Shakespeare's First Folio Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the Shakespeare's First Folio novel. A total of 691 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : Shakespeare's First Folio/35 Plays.by William Shakespeare.To the Reader.This Figure
Shakespeare's First Folio/35 Plays.by William Shakespeare.To the Reader.This Figure, that thou here feest put, It was for gentle Shakespeare cut: Wherein the Grauer had a strife with Naure, to out-doo the life: O, could he but haue dravvne his vvit A
- 191 Gru. I sir, they be ready, the Oates haue eaten the horses Kate. Nay then, Doe what thou canst, I will not goe to day, No, nor to morrow, not till I please my selfe, The dore is open sir, there lies your way, You may be iogging whiles your bootes are gree
- 190 Bap. I am glad he's come, howsoere he comes Bion. Why sir, he comes not Bap. Didst thou not say hee comes?Bion. Who, that Petruchio came?Bap. I, that Petruchio came Bion. No sir, I say his horse comes with him on his backe Bap. Why that's all o
- 189 Enter Lucentio, Hortentio, and Bianca.Luc. Fidler forbeare, you grow too forward Sir, Haue you so soone forgot the entertainment Her sister Katherine welcom'd you withall Hort. But wrangling pedant, this is The patronesse of heauenly harmony: Then gi
- 188 Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go Pet. No, not a whit, I finde you pa.s.sing gentle: 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen, And now I finde report a very liar: For thou art pleasant, gamesome, pa.s.sing courteous, But slow in speec
- 187 Bap. Why then thou canst not break her to the Lute?Hor. Why no, for she hath broke the Lute to me: I did but tell her she mistooke her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering, When (with a most impatient diuellish spirit) Frets call you thes
- 186 Kate. Minion thou lyest: Is't not Hortensio?Bian. If you affect him sister, heere I sweare Ile pleade for you my selfe, but you shal haue him Kate. Oh then belike you fancie riches more, You wil haue Gremio to keepe you faire Bian. Is it for him you
- 185 Gru. And that his bags shal proue Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our loue, Listen to me, and if you speake me faire, Ile tel you newes indifferent good for either.Heere is a Gentleman whom by chance I met Vpon agreement from vs to his liking,
- 184 Beg. 'Tis a verie excellent peece of worke, Madame Ladie: would 'twere done.They sit and marke.Enter Petruchio, and his man Grumio.Petr. Verona, for a while I take my leaue, To see my friends in Padua; but of all My best beloued and approued fri
- 183 Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange, Sorrie am I that our good will effects Bianca's greefe Gre. Why will you mew her vp (Signior Baptista) for this fiend of h.e.l.l, And make her beare the pennance of her tongue Bap. Gentlemen content ye:
- 182 Beg. Am I a Lord, and haue I such a Ladie?Or do I dreame? Or haue I dream'd till now?I do not sleepe: I see, I heare, I speake: I smel sweet sauours, and I feele soft things: Vpon my life I am a Lord indeede, And not a Tinker, nor Christopher Slie.We
- 181 Hunts. Why Belman is as good as he my Lord, He cried vpon it at the meerest losse, And twice to day pick'd out the dullest sent, Trust me, I take him for the better dogge Lord. Thou art a Foole, if Eccho were as fleete, I would esteeme him worth a do
- 180 Iaq. But for the seuenth cause. How did you finde the quarrell on the seuenth cause?Clo. Vpon a lye, seuen times remoued: (beare your bodie more seeming Audry) as thus sir: I did dislike the cut of a certaine Courtiers beard: he sent me word, if I said hi
- 179 Phe. Nor I Orl. Nor I.Exeunt.Scoena Tertia.Enter Clowne and Audrey. Clo. To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey, to morow will we be married Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of y world?Heere
- 178 Will. Which he sir?Clo. He sir, that must marrie this woman: Therefore you Clowne, abandon: which is in the vulgar, leaue the societie: which in the boorish, is companie, of this female: which in the common, is woman: which together, is, abandon the socie
- 177 Oli. When last the yong Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to returne againe Within an houre, and pacing through the Forrest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancie, Loe what befell: he threw his eye aside, And marke what obiect did present i
- 176 Ros. O coz, coz, coz: my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathome deepe I am in loue: but it cannot bee sounded: my affection hath an vnknowne bottome, like the Bay of Portugall Cel. Or rather bottomlesse, that as fast as you poure affecti
- 175 Orl. Vertue is no horne-maker: and my Rosalind is vertuous Ros. And I am your Rosalind Cel. It pleases him to call you so: but he hath a Rosalind of a better leere then you Ros. Come, wooe me, wooe mee: for now I am in a holy-day humor, and like enough to
- 174 Enter Siluius and Phebe.Sil. Sweet Phebe doe not scorne me, do not Phebe Say that you loue me not, but say not so In bitternesse; the common executioner Whose heart th' accustom'd sight of death makes hard Falls not the axe vpon the humbled neck
- 173 Clow. I do truly: for thou swear'st to me thou art honest: Now if thou wert a Poet, I might haue some hope thou didst feigne Aud. Would you not haue me honest?Clo. No truly, vnlesse thou wert hard fauour'd: for honestie coupled to beautie, is to
- 172 Iaq. There I shal see mine owne figure Orl. Which I take to be either a foole, or a Cipher Iaq. Ile tarrie no longer with you, farewell good signior Loue Orl. I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Monsieur Melancholly Ros. I wil speake to him like a saw
- 171 Cel. But didst thou heare without wondering, how thy name should be hang'd and carued vpon these trees?Ros. I was seuen of the nine daies out of the wonder, before you came: for looke heere what I found on a Palme tree; I was neuer so berim'd si
- 170 Enter Orlando.Orl. Hang there my verse, in witnesse of my loue, And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale spheare aboue Thy Huntresse name, that my full life doth sway.O Rosalind, these Trees shall be my Bookes, And
- 169 1.Lord. My Lord, he is but euen now gone hence, Heere was he merry, hearing of a Song Du.Sen. If he compact of iarres, grow Musicall, We shall haue shortly discord in the Spheares: Go seeke him, tell him I would speake with him.Enter Iaques.1.Lord. He sau
- 168 Clo. And mine, but it growes something stale with mee Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon'd man, If he for gold will giue vs any foode, I faint almost to death Clo. Holla; you Clowne Ros. Peace foole, he's not thy kinsman Cor. Who cals? Clo
- 167 D.Sen. And did you leaue him in this contemplation?2.Lord. We did my Lord, weeping and commenting Vpon the sobbing Deere Du.Sen. Show me the place, I loue to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter 1.Lor. Ile bring you to him stra
- 166 Ros. I would try if I could cry hem, and haue him Cel. Come, come, wrastle with thy affections Ros. O they take the part of a better wrastler then my selfe Cel. O, a good wish vpon you: you will trie in time in dispight of a fall: but turning these iests
- 165 Cel. And mine to eeke out hers Ros. Fare you well: praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you Cel. Your hearts desires be with you Char. Come, where is this yong gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?Orl. Readie Sir, but his will hath in i
- 164 Clo. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chinnes, and sweare by your beards that I am a knaue Cel. By our beards (if we had them) thou art Clo. By my knauerie (if I had it) then I were: but if you sweare by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no mor
- 163 Orl. I, better then him I am before knowes mee: I know you are my eldest brother, and in the gentle condition of bloud you should so know me: the courtesie of nations allowes you my better, in that you are the first borne, but the same tradition takes not
- 162 By heauen I wil nere come in your bed Vntil I see the Ring Ner. Nor I in yours, til I againe see mine Ba.s.s. Sweet Portia, If you did know to whom I gaue the Ring, If you did know for whom I gaue the Ring, And would conceiue for what I gaue the Ring, And
- 161 Mes. Stephano is my name, and I bring word My Mistresse will before the breake of day Be heere at Belmont, she doth stray about By holy crosses where she kneeles and prayes For happy wedlocke houres Loren. Who comes with her?Mes. None but a holy Hermit an
- 160 Por. Art thou contented Iew? what dost thou say?Shy. I am content Por. Clarke, draw a deed of gift Shy. I pray you giue me leaue to goe from hence, I am not well, send the deed after me, And I will signe it Duke. Get thee gone, but doe it Gra. In christn
- 159 Iew. 'Tis verie true: O wise and vpright Iudge, How much more elder art thou then thy lookes?Por. Therefore lay bare your bosome Iew. I, his brest, So sayes the bond, doth it not n.o.ble Iudge?Neerest his heart, those are the very words Por. It is so
- 158 Bas. For thy three thousand Ducates heere is six Iew. If euerie Ducat in sixe thousand Ducates Were in sixe parts, and euery part a Ducate, I would not draw them, I would haue my bond?Du. How shalt thou hope for mercie, rendring none?Iew. What iudgement s
- 157 Portia. They shall Nerrissa: but in such a habit, That they shall thinke we are accomplished With that we lacke; Ile hold thee any wager When we are both accoutered like yong men, Ile proue the prettier fellow of the two, And weare my dagger with the brau
- 156 Por. So do I my Lord, they are intirely welcome Lor. I thanke your honor; for my part my Lord, My purpose was not to haue seene you heere, But meeting with Salerio by the way, He did intreate mee past all saying nay To come with him along Sal. I did my Lo
- 155 Shy. I thanke thee good Tuball, good newes, good newes: ha, ha, here in Genowa Tub. Your daughter spent in Genowa, as I heard, one night fourescore ducats Shy. Thou stick'st a dagger in me, I shall neuer see my gold againe, fourescore ducats at a sit
- 154 How many be commanded that command?How much low pleasantry would then be gleaned From the true seede of honor? And how much honor Pickt from the chaffe and ruine of the times, To be new varnisht: Well, but to my choise.Who chooseth me shall get as much as
- 153 Enter Anthonio.Ant. Who's there?Gra. Signior Anthonio?Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano, where are all the rest?'Tis nine a clocke, our friends all stay for you, No maske to night, the winde is come about, Ba.s.sanio presently will goe aboord, I haue sent
- 152 Sol. And so will I Lor. Meete me and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging Some houre hence Sal. 'Tis good we do so.Enter.Gra. Was not that Letter from faire Iessica? Lor. I must needes tell thee all, she hath directed How I shall take her from her Fathers h
- 151 Gob. His Maister and he (sauing your wors.h.i.+ps reuerence) are scarce catercosins Lan. To be briefe, the verie truth is, that the Iew hauing done me wrong, doth cause me as my Father being I hope an old man shall frutifie vnto you Gob. I haue here a dis
- 150 Exeunt.Actus Secundus.Enter Morochus a tawnie Moore all in white, and three or foure followers accordingly, with Portia, Nerrissa, and their traine. Flo. Cornets.Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadowed liuerie of the burnisht sunne, To whom I
- 149 Ba.s.s. For the which, as I told you, Anthonio shall be bound Shy. Anthonio shall become bound, well Ba.s.s. May you sted me? Will you pleasure me?Shall I know your answere Shy. Three thousand ducats for three months, and Anthonio bound Ba.s.s. Your answ
- 148 But fish not with this melancholly baite For this foole Gudgin, this opinion: Come good Lorenzo, faryewell a while, Ile end my exhortation after dinner Lor. Well, we will leaue you then till dinner time.I must be one of these same dumbe wise men.For Grati
- 147 Tongue not a word: Come trusty sword: Come blade, my brest imbrue: And farwell friends, thus Thisbie ends; Adieu, adieu, adieu Duk. Moone-s.h.i.+ne & Lion are left to burie the dead Deme. I, and Wall too Bot. No, I a.s.sure you, the wall is downe, that pa
- 146 Enter Lyon and Moone-s.h.i.+ne Lyon. You Ladies, you (whose gentle harts do feare The smallest monstrous mouse that creepes on floore) May now perchance, both quake and tremble heere, When Lion rough in wildest rage doth roare.Then know that I, one Snug t
- 145 Where I haue come, great Clearkes haue purposed To greete me with premeditated welcomes; Where I haue seene them s.h.i.+uer and looke pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences, Throttle their practiz'd accent in their feares, And in conclusion, du
- 144 Flute the bellowes-mender? Snout the tinker? Starueling?G.o.ds my life! Stolne hence, and left me asleepe: I haue had a most rare vision. I had a dreame, past the wit of man, to say, what dreame it was. Man is but an a.s.se, if he goe about to expound thi
- 143 Dians bud, or Cupids flower, Hath such force and blessed power.Now my t.i.tania wake you my sweet Queene t.i.ta. My Oberon, what visions haue I seene!Me-thought I was enamoured of an a.s.se Ob. There lies your loue t.i.ta. How came these things to pa.s.s
- 142 Dem. Lysander, speake againe; Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?Speake in some bush: Where dost thou hide thy head?Rob. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And wilt not come? Come recrean
- 141 Lys. Thy loue? out tawny Tartar, out; Out loathed medicine; O hated poison hence Her. Do you not iest?Hel. Yes sooth, and so do you Lys. Demetrius: I will keepe my word with thee Dem. I would I had your bond: for I perceiue A weake bond holds you; Ile not
- 140 Ob. Stand aside: the noyse they make, Will cause Demetrius to awake Puck. Then will two at once wooe one, That must needs be sport alone: And those things doe best please me, That befall preposterously.Enter Lysander and Helena.Lys. Why should you think y
- 139 Fai. Ready; and I, and I, and I, Where shall we go?t.i.ta. Be kinde and curteous to this Gentleman, Hop in his walkes, and gambole in his eies, Feede him with Apric.o.c.ks, and Dewberries, With purple Grapes, greene Figs, and Mulberries, The honie-bags st
- 138 Write me a Prologue, and let the Prologue seeme to say, we will do no harme with our swords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeede: and for the more better a.s.surance, tell them, that I Piramus am not Piramus, but Bottome the Weauer; this will put
- 137 Ober. What thou seest when thou dost wake, Do it for thy true Loue take: Loue and languish for his sake.Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare, Pard, or Boare with bristled haire, In thy eye that shall appeare, When thou wak'st, it is thy deare, Wake when s
- 136 Ober. Do you amend it then, it lies in you, Why should t.i.tania crosse her Oberon?I do but beg a little changeling boy, To be my Henchman Qu. Set your heart at rest, The Fairy land buyes not the childe of me, His mother was a Votresse of my Order, And in
- 135 Flu. Heere Peter Quince Quin. You must take Thisbie on you Flut. What is Thisbie, a wandring Knight?Quin. It is the Lady that Pyramus must loue Flut. Nay faith, let not mee play a woman, I haue a beard comming Qui. That's all one, you shall play it
- 134 Manet Lysander and Hermia.Lys. How now my loue? Why is your cheek so pale?How chance the Roses there do fade so fast?Her. Belike for want of raine, which I could well Beteeme them, from the tempest of mine eyes Lys. For ought that euer I could reade, Coul
- 133 Dum. The worthie Knight of Troy Brag. I wil kisse thy royal finger, and take leaue.I am a Votarie, I haue vow'd to Iaquenetta to holde the Plough for her sweet loue three yeares. But most esteemed greatnesse, wil you heare the Dialogue that the two L
- 132 Marc. I am sorrie Madam, for the newes I bring is heauie in my tongue. The King your father Qu. Dead for my life Mar. Euen so: My tale is told Ber. Worthies away, the Scene begins to cloud Brag. For mine owne part, I breath free breath: I haue seene the d
- 131 Lon. His legge is too big for Hector Dum. More Calfe certaine Boi. No, he is best indued in the small Ber. This cannot be Hector Dum. He's a G.o.d or a Painter, for he makes faces Brag. The Armipotent Mars, of Launces the almighty, gaue Hector a gif
- 130 Curat. When in the world I liu'd, I was the worldes Commander: By East, West, North, & South, I spred my conquering might My Scutcheon plaine declares that I am Alisander Boiet. Your nose saies no, you are not: For it stands too right Ber. Your nose
- 129 Much vpon this tis: and might not you Forestall our sport, to make vs thus vntrue?Do not you know my Ladies foot by'th squier?And laugh vpon the apple of her eie?And stand betweene her backe sir, and the fire, Holding a trencher, iesting merrilie?You
- 128 Kin. O you haue liu'd in desolation heere, Vnseene, vnuisited, much to our shame Qu. Not so my Lord, it is not so I sweare, We haue had pastimes heere, and pleasant game, A messe of Russians left vs but of late Kin. How Madam? Russians?Qu. I in truth
- 127 Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the Razors edge, inuisible: Cutting a smaller haire then may be seene, Aboue the sense of sence so sensible: Seemeth their conference, their conceits haue wings, Fleeter then arrows, bullets wind, th
- 126 Boy. She heares her selfe Rosa. How manie wearie steps, Of many wearie miles you haue ore-gone, Are numbred in the trauell of one mile?Bero. We number nothing that we spend for you, Our dutie is so rich, so infinite, That we may doe it still without accom
- 125 Mar. Follie in Fooles beares not so strong a note, As fool'ry in the Wise, when Wit doth dote: Since all the power thereof it doth apply, To proue by Wit, worth in simplicitie.Enter Boyet.Qu. Heere comes Boyet, and mirth in his face Boy. O I am stab&
- 124 Pag. An excellent deuice: so if any of the audience hisse, you may cry, Well done Hercules, now thou crushest the Snake; that is the way to make an offence gracious, though few haue the grace to doe it Brag. For the rest of the Worthies?Peda. I will play
- 123 Long. Now to plaine dealing, Lay these glozes by, Shall we resolue to woe these girles of France?Kin. And winne them too, therefore let vs deuise, Some entertainment for them in their Tents Ber. First from the Park let vs conduct them thither, Then homewa
- 122 Kin. Hence sirs, away Clo. Walk aside the true folke, & let the traytors stay Ber. Sweet Lords, sweet Louers, O let vs imbrace, As true we are as flesh and bloud can be, The Sea will ebbe and flow, heauen will shew his face: Young bloud doth not obey an o
- 121 Dum. Once more Ile read the Ode that I haue writ Ber. Once more Ile marke how Loue can varry Wit.Dumane reades his Sonnet.On a day, alack the day: Loue, whose Month is euery May, Spied a blossome pa.s.sing faire, Playing in the wanton ayre: Through the Ve
- 120 Peda. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pupill of mine, where if (being repast) it shall please you to gratifie the table with a Grace, I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill, vndertake your bien venut
- 119 Curat.Nath. Truely M[aster]. Holofernes, the epythithes are sweetly varied like a scholler at the least: but sir I a.s.sure ye, it was a Bucke of the first head Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo Dul. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a p.r.i.c.ket Hol.
- 118 This Letter is mistooke: it importeth none here: It is writ to Iaquenetta Qu. We will read it, I sweare.Breake the necke of the Waxe, and euery one giue eare Boyet reades. By heauen, that thou art faire, is most infallible: true that thou art beauteous, t
- 117 Remuneration, O, that's the Latine word for three-farthings: Three-farthings remuneration, What's the price of this yncle? i.d. no, Ile giue you a remuneration: Why?It carries it remuneration: Why? It is a fairer name then a French-Crowne. I wil
- 116 Brag. But O, but O Boy. The Hobbie-horse is forgot Bra. Cal'st thou my loue Hobbi-horse Boy. No Master, the Hobbie-horse is but a Colt, and and your Loue perhaps, a Hacknie: but haue you forgot your Loue?Brag. Almost I had Boy. Negligent student, le
- 115 Long. G.o.ds blessing a your beard Boy. Good sir be not offended, Shee is an heyre of Faulconbridge Long. Nay, my choller is ended: Shee is a most sweet Lady.Exit. Long.Boy. Not vnlike sir, that may be. Enter Beroune.Ber. What's her name in the cap B
- 114 Prin. Were my Lord so, his ignorance were wise, Where now his knowledge must proue ignorance.I heare your grace hath sworne out House-keeping: 'Tis deadly sinne to keepe that oath my Lord, And sinne to breake it: But pardon me, I am too sodaine bold,
- 113 Brag. Villaine, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned Clo. Well sir, I hope when I doe it, I shall doe it on a full stomacke Brag. Thou shalt be heauily punished Clo. I am more bound to you then your fellowes, for they are but lightly rewa
- 112 Boy. You are a gentleman and a gamester sir Brag. I confesse both, they are both the varnish of a compleat man Boy. Then I am sure you know how much the grosse summe of deus-ace amounts to Brag. It doth amount to one more then two Boy. Which the base vulg
- 111 Ferd. that vnletered small knowing soule, Clow Me?Ferd. that shallow va.s.sall Clow. Still mee?) Ferd. which as I remember, hight Costard, Clow. O me) Ferd. sorted and consorted contrary to thy established proclaymed Edict and Continent, Cannon: Which wit
- 110 Ber. Wel, say I am, why should proud Summer boast, Before the Birds haue any cause to sing?Why should I ioy in any abortiue birth?At Christmas I no more desire a Rose, Then wish a Snow in Mayes new fangled showes: But like of each thing that in season gro
- 109 Clau. And Ile be sworne vpon't, that he loues her, For heres a paper written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his owne pure braine, Fas.h.i.+oned to Beatrice Hero. And heeres another, Writ in my cosins hand, stolne from her pocket, Containing her aff
- 108 Prin. Good morrow masters, put your Torches out, The wolues haue preied, and looke, the gentle day Before the wheeles of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsie East with spots of grey: Thanks to you all, and leaue vs, fare you well Clau. Good morrow mas
- 107 Const. G.o.d saue the foundation Leon. Goe, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thanke thee Const. I leaue an arrant knaue with your wors.h.i.+p, which I beseech your wors.h.i.+p to correct your selfe, for the example of others: G.o.d keepe your wors.
- 106 Clau. If he be, he knowes how to turne his girdle Ben. Shall I speake a word in your eare?Clau. G.o.d blesse me from a challenge Ben. You are a villaine, I iest not, I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare: do me right, or
- 105 Broth. Therein do men from children nothing differ Leonato. I pray thee peace, I will be flesh and bloud, For there was neuer yet Philosopher, That could endure the tooth-ake patiently, How euer they haue writ the stile of G.o.ds, And made a push at chanc
- 104 Beat. You dare easier be friends with mee, than fight with mine enemy Bene. Is Claudio thine enemie?Beat. Is a not approued in the height a villaine, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man! what, beare her in hand vnti
- 103 Chid I, for that at frugal Natures frame?O one too much by thee: why had I one?Why euer was't thou louelie in my eies?Why had I not with charitable hand Tooke vp a beggars issue at my gates, Who smeered thus, and mir'd with infamie, I might haue
- 102 Actus Quartus.Enter Prince, b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Leonato, Frier, Claudio, Bened.i.c.ke, Hero, and Beatrice.Leonato. Come Frier Francis, be briefe, onely to the plaine forme of marriage, and you shal recount their particular duties afterwards Fran. You come hith
- 101 Beat. Ye Light aloue with your heeles, then if your husband haue stables enough, you'll looke he shall lacke no barnes Mar. O illegitimate construction! I scorne that with my heeles Beat. 'Tis almost fiue a clocke cosin, 'tis time you were
- 100 Watch. Peace, stir not Bor. Conrade I say Con. Here man, I am at thy elbow Bor. Mas and my elbow itcht, I thought there would a scabbe follow Con. I will owe thee an answere for that, and now forward with thy tale Bor. Stand thee close then vnder this pe
- 99 Prin. You know he does Bast. I know not that when he knowes what I know Clau. If there be any impediment, I pray you discouer it Bast. You may thinke I loue you not, let that appeare hereafter, and ayme better at me by that I now will manifest, for my bro
- 98 Vrsu. O doe not doe your cosin such a wrong, She cannot be so much without true iudgement, Hauing so swift and excellent a wit As she is prisde to haue, as to refuse So rare a Gentleman as signior Bened.i.c.ke Hero. He is the onely man of Italy, Alwaies e
- 97 Claudio. And she is exceeding wise Prince. In euery thing, but in louing Bened.i.c.ke Leon. O my Lord, wisedome and bloud combating in so tender a body, we haue ten proofes to one, that bloud hath the victory, I am sorry for her, as I haue iust cause, bei
- 96 Bene. I know that, but I would haue thee hence, and heere againe. I doe much wonder, that one man seeing how much another man is a foole, when he dedicates his behauiours to loue, will after hee hath laught at such shallow follies in others, become the ar
- 95 Beat. Speake cosin, or (if you cannot) stop his mouth with a kisse, and let not him speake neither Pedro. In faith Lady you haue a merry heart Beatr. Yea my Lord I thanke it, poore foole it keepes on the windy side of Care, my coosin tells him in his eare
- 94 Exeunt.Musicke for the dance.Iohn. Sure my brother is amorous on Hero, and hath withdrawne her father to breake with him about it: the Ladies follow her, and but one visor remaines Borachio. And that is Claudio, I know him by his bearing Iohn. Are not you
- 93 Beat. Iust, if he send me no husband, for the which blessing, I am at him vpon my knees euery morning and euening: Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face, I had rather lie in the woollen Leonato. You may light vpon a husband that hath
- 92 Pedro. My loue is thine to teach, teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learne Any hard Lesson that may do thee good Clau. Hath Leonato any sonne my Lord?Pedro. No childe but Hero, she's his onely heire.Dost thou affect her Claudio?Cl