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
- 591 Ham. What man dost thou digge it for?Clo. For no man Sir Ham. What woman then?Clo. For none neither Ham. Who is to be buried in't? Clo. One that was a woman Sir; but rest her Soule, shee's dead Ham. How absolute the knaue is? wee must speake by the Card
- 590 Queen. One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele, So fast they'l follow: your Sister's drown'd Laertes Laer. Drown'd! O where?Queen. There is a Willow growes aslant a Brooke, That shewes his h.o.r.e leaues in the gla.s.sie streame: There with fantasticke
- 589 Ophe. And will he not come againe, And will he not come againe: No, no, he is dead, go to thy Death-bed, He neuer wil come againe.His Beard as white as Snow, All Flaxen was his Pole: He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone, Gramercy on his Soule.And
- 588 King. Pretty Ophelia Ophe. Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont.By gis, and by S[aint]. Charity, Alacke, and fie for shame: Yong men wil doo't, if they come too't, By c.o.c.ke they are too blame.Quoth she before you tumbled me, You promis'd m
- 587 How now? What hath befalne?Rosin. Where the dead body is bestow'd my Lord, We cannot get from him King. But where is he?Rosin. Without my Lord, guarded to know your pleasure King. Bring him before vs Rosin. Hoa, Guildensterne? Bring in my Lord.Enter Ham
- 586 Qu. To who do you speake this?Ham. Do you see nothing there?Qu. Nothing at all, yet all that is I see Ham. Nor did you nothing heare?Qu. No, nothing but our selues Ham. Why look you there: looke how it steals away: My Father in his habite, as he liued, L
- 585 Enter Hamlet.Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying, And now Ile doo't, and so he goes to Heauen, And so am I reueng'd: that would be scann'd, A Villaine killes my Father, and for that I his foule Sonne, do this same Villaine send To heauen. Oh
- 584 Guild. Nay, good my Lord, this courtesie is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholsome answer, I will doe your Mothers command'ment: if not, your pardon, and my returne shall bee the end of my Businesse Ham. Sir, I cannot Guild.
- 583 King. 'Tis deepely sworne: Sweet, leaue me heere a while, My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile The tedious day with sleepe Qu. Sleepe rocke thy Braine, Sleepes And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine.Exit Ham. Madam, how like you this Pla
- 582 Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrance, Guildensterne, and other Lords attendant with his Guard carrying Torches. Danish March. Sound a Flourish.Ham. They are comming to the Play: I must be idle.Get you a place King. How fares our Cosin Hamlet
- 581 There my Lord Ham. Ha, ha: Are you honest?Ophe. My Lord Ham. Are you faire?Ophe. What meanes your Lords.h.i.+p? Ham. That if you be honest and faire, your Honesty should admit no discourse to your Beautie Ophe. Could Beautie my Lord, haue better Comerce t
- 580 Pol. Looke where he ha's not turn'd his colour, and ha's teares in's eyes. Pray you no more Ham. 'Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest, soone. Good my Lord, will you see the Players wel bestow'd.Do ye heare, let them be well vs'd: for they a
- 579 Ham. Why did you laugh, when I said, Man delights not me?Rosin. To thinke, my Lord, if you delight not in Man, what Lenton entertainment the Players shall receiue from you: wee coated them on the way, and hither are they comming to offer you Seruice Ham.
- 578 Pol. Honest, my Lord?Ham. I sir, to be honest as this world goes, is to bee one man pick'd out of two thousand Pol. That's very true, my Lord Ham. For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge, being a good kissing Carrion- Haue you a daughter?Pol. I haue
- 577 Go some of ye, And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him.Enter.Queene. Amen.Enter Polonius. Pol. Th' Amba.s.sadors from Norwey, my good Lord, Are ioyfully return'd King. Thou s
- 576 Exeunt.Actus Secundus.Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.Polon. Giue him his money, and these notes Reynoldo Reynol. I will my Lord Polon. You shall doe maruels wisely: good Reynoldo, Before you visite him you make inquiry Of his behauiour Reynol. My Lord, I d
- 575 But howsoeuer thou pursuest this Act, Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soule contriue Against thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen, And to those Thornes that in her bosome lodge, To p.r.i.c.ke and sting her. Fare thee well at once; The Glow-worme showes t
- 574 Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly: is it very cold?Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre Ham. What hower now?Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue Mar. No, it is strooke Hor. Indeed I heard it not: then it drawes neere the season, Wherein the Spirit held his wont
- 573 Ham. Very like, very like: staid it long?Hor. While one with moderate hast might tell a hundred All. Longer, longer Hor. Not when I saw't Ham. His Beard was grisly? no Hor. It was, as I haue seene it in his life, A Sable Siluer'd Ham. Ile watch to Nigh
- 572 Qu. Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet: I prythee stay with vs, go not to Wittenberg Ham. I shall in all my best Obey you Madam King. Why 'tis a louing, and a faire Reply, Be as our selfe in Denmarke. Madam come, This gentle and vnforc'd accord
- 571 Mar. It is offended Barn. See, it stalkes away Hor. Stay: speake; speake: I Charge thee, speake.Exit the Ghost.Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer Barn. How now Horatio? You tremble & look pale: Is not this something more then Fantasie?What thinke you o
- 570 Sey. Had he his hurts before?Rosse. I, on the Front Sey. Why then, G.o.ds Soldier be he: Had I as many Sonnes, as I haue haires, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his Knell is knoll'd Mal. Hee's worth more sorrow, and that Ile spend for hi
- 569 Exeunt.Scena s.e.xta.Drumme and Colours. Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe, and their Army, with Boughes.Mal. Now neere enough: Your leauy Skreenes throw downe, And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle) Shall with my Cosin your right n.o.ble Sonne L
- 568 The diuell d.a.m.ne thee blacke, thou cream-fac'd Loone: Where got'st thou that Goose-looke Ser. There is ten thousand Macb. Geese Villaine?Ser. Souldiers Sir Macb. Go p.r.i.c.ke thy face, and ouer-red thy feare Thou Lilly-liuer'd Boy. What Soldiers, P
- 567 Doct. You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, hauing no witnesse to confirme my speech.Enter Lady, with a Taper.Lo you, heere she comes: This is her very guise, and vpon my life fast asleepe: obserue her, stand clo
- 566 Mac. Fit to gouern? No not to liue. O Natio[n] miserable!With an vnt.i.tled Tyrant, b.l.o.o.d.y Sceptred, When shalt thou see thy wholsome dayes againe?Since that the truest Issue of thy Throne By his owne Interdiction stands accust, And do's blaspheme h
- 565 Son. Then you'l by 'em to sell againe Wife. Thou speak'st withall thy wit, And yet I'faith with wit enough for thee Son. Was my Father a Traitor, Mother?Wife. I, that he was Son. What is a Traitor? Wife. Why one that sweares, and lyes Son. And be all
- 564 But yet Ile make a.s.surance: double sure, And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue, That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies; And sleepe in spight of Thunder.Thunder 3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in his hand.What is this, that rises
- 563 Exeunt.Scaena s.e.xta.Enter Lenox, and another Lord.Lenox. My former Speeches, Haue but hit your Thoughts Which can interpret farther: Onely I say Things haue bin strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead: And the righ
- 562 Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present: Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse, Then pitty for Mischance Rosse. His absence (Sir) Layes blame vpon his
- 561 Macb. So shall I Loue, and so I pray be you: Let your remembrance apply to Banquo, Present him Eminence, both with Eye and Tongue: Vnsafe the while, that wee must laue Our Honors in these flattering streames, And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts, Disg
- 560 Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice (Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous) In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.Is't farre you ride?Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time 'Twixt this, and Supper. Goe n
- 559 Macd. Wherefore did you so?Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious, Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man: Th' expedition of my violent Loue Out-run the pawser, Reason. Here lay Duncan, His Siluer skinne, lac'd with His Golden Blood, A
- 558 Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason enough for G.o.ds sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen: oh come in, Equiuocator.Knock.Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an
- 557 Scena Secunda.Enter Lady.La. That which hath made the[m] drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me fire.Hearke, peace: it was the Owle that shriek'd, The fatall Bell-man, which giues the stern'st good-night.He is about it, the Do
- 556 King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?We courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose To be his Purueyor: But he rides well, And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him To his home before vs: Faire and n.o.ble Hostesse We are your guest to night L
- 555 Macb. Giue me your fauour: My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred, Where euery day I turne the Leafe, To reade them.Let vs toward the King: thinke vpon What hath chanc'd: and at more time, The Interim
- 554 2. Ile giue thee a Winde 1. Th'art kinde 3. And I another 1. I my selfe haue all the other, And the very Ports they blow, All the Quarters that they know, I'th' s.h.i.+p-mans Card.Ile dreyne him drie as Hay: Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day Hang vpon
- 553 Octa. Do so, good Messala Messa. How dyed my Master Strato?Stra. I held the Sword, and he did run on it Messa. Octauius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest seruice to my Master Ant. This was the n.o.blest Roman of them all: All the Conspira
- 552 I will proclaime my name about the Field.I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.A Foe to Tyrants, and my Countries Friend.I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.Enter Souldiers, and fight. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I, Brutus my Countries Friend: Know me for
- 551 Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.Bru. Ride, ride Messala, ride and giue these Billes Vnto the Legions, on the other side.Lowd Alarum.Let them set on at once: for I perceiue But cold demeanor in Octauio's wing: And sodaine push giues them the ouerthrow: R
- 550 Ant. Tut I am in their bosomes, and I know Wherefore they do it: They could be content To visit other places, and come downe With fearefull brauery: thinking by this face To fasten in our thoughts that they haue Courage; But 'tis not so.Enter a Messenger
- 549 Exeunt.Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument?Luc. Heere in the Tent Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?Poore knaue I blame thee not, thou art ore-watch'd. Call Claudio, and some other of my men, Ile haue them sleepe on Cus.h.i.+ons in my Tent Luc. V
- 548 Bru. No man beares sorrow better. Portia is dead Cas. Ha? Portia?Bru. She is dead Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I crost you so?O insupportable, and touching losse! Vpon what sicknesse?Bru. Impatient of my absence, And greefe, that yong Octauius with Ma
- 547 Shall I be frighted, when a Madman stares?Ca.s.si. O ye G.o.ds, ye G.o.ds, Must I endure all this?Bru. All this? I more: Fret till your proud hart break.Go shew your Slaues how Chollericke you are, And make your Bondmen tremble. Must I bouge?Must I obseru
- 546 Octa. So you thought him, And tooke his voyce who should be p.r.i.c.kt to dye In our blacke Sentence and Proscription Ant. Octauius, I haue seene more dayes then you, And though we lay these Honours on this man, To ease our selues of diuers sland'rous lo
- 545 All. Peace hoe Ant. Moreouer, he hath left you all his Walkes, His priuate Arbors, and new-planted Orchards, On this side Tyber, he hath left them you, And to your heyres for euer: common pleasures To walke abroad, and recreate your selues.Heere was a Cae
- 544 2 If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar ha's had great wrong 3 Ha's hee Masters? I feare there will a worse come in his place 4. Mark'd ye his words? he would not take y Crown, Therefore 'tis certaine, he was not Ambitious 1. If it be found s
- 543 Manet Antony.O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth: That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers.Thou art the Ruines of the n.o.blest man That euer liued in the Tide of Times.Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood.Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prop
- 542 Dec. And Ca.s.sius too Bru. Where's Publius?Cin. Heere, quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together, least some Friend of Caesars Should chance- Bru. Talke not of standing. Publius good cheere, There is no harme intended to your person, No
- 541 Sooth. Madam not yet, I go to take my stand, To see him pa.s.se on to the Capitoll Por. Thou hast some suite to Caesar, hast thou not?Sooth. That I haue Lady, if it will please Caesar To be so good to Caesar, as to heare me: I shall beseech him to befrien
- 540 Caes Mark Antony shall say I am not well, And for thy humor, I will stay at home.Enter Decius.Heere's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so Deci. Caesar, all haile: Good morrow worthy Caesar, I come to fetch you to the Senate house Caes And you are come i
- 539 Bru. Why so I do: good Portia go to bed Por. Is Brutus sicke? And is it Physicall To walke vnbraced, and sucke vp the humours Of the danke Morning? What, is Brutus sicke?And will he steale out of his wholsome bed To dare the vile contagion of the Night?An
- 538 Ca.s.s. This, Caska; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cymber Brut. They are all welcome.What watchfull Cares doe interpose themselues Betwixt your Eyes, and Night?Ca.s.s. Shall I entreat a word?They whisper. Decius. Here lyes the East: doth not the Day bre
- 537 Ca.s.si. 'Tis Cinna, I doe know him by his Gate, He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?Cinna. To finde out you: Who's that, Metellus Cymber?Ca.s.si. No, it is Caska, one incorporate To our Attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?Cinna. I am glad on't
- 536 Ca.s.si. To what effect?Cask. Nay, and I tell you that, Ile ne're looke you i'th' face againe. But those that vnderstood him, smil'd at one another, and shooke their heads: but for mine owne part, it was Greeke to me. I could tell you more newes too:
- 535 Ca.s.si. I know that vertue to be in you Brutus, As well as I do know your outward fauour.Well, Honor is the subiect of my Story: I cannot tell, what you and other men Thinke of this life: But for my single selfe, I had as liefe not be, as liue to be In a
- 534 Mur. Wherefore reioyce?What Conquest brings he home?What Tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in Captiue bonds his Chariot Wheeles?You Blockes, you stones, you worse then senslesse things: O you hard hearts, you cruell men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey
- 533 Sounds a Parly.The Senators appeare vpon the wals.Till now you haue gone on, and fill'd the time With all Licentious measure, making your willes The scope of Iustice. Till now, my selfe and such As slept within the shadow of your power Haue wander'd wit
- 532 Stew. It is vaine that you would speake with Timon: For he is set so onely to himselfe, That nothing but himselfe, which lookes like man, Is friendly with him 1.Sen. Bring vs to his Caue.It is our part and promise to th' Athenians To speake with Timon 2.
- 531 Pain. As I tooke note of the place, it cannot be farre where he abides Poet. What's to be thought of him?Does the Rumor hold for true, That hee's so full of Gold?Painter. Certaine.Alcibiades reports it: Phrinica and Timandylo Had Gold of him. He likewis
- 530 Ape. Liue, and loue thy misery Tim. Long liue so, and so dye. I am quit Ape. Mo things like men, Eate Timon, and abhorre then.Exit Apeman[tus].Enter the Bandetti. 1 Where should he haue this Gold? It is some poore Fragment, some slender Ort of his remaind
- 529 Ape. I, that I was no Prodigall Tim. I, that I am one now.Were all the wealth I haue shut vp in thee, I'ld giue thee leaue to hang it. Get thee gone: That the whole life of Athens were in this, Thus would I eate it Ape. Heere, I will mend thy Feast Tim.
- 528 Tim. How doest thou pitty him whom y dost troble, I had rather be alone Alc. Why fare thee well: Heere is some Gold for thee Tim. Keepe it, I cannot eate it Alc. When I haue laid proud Athens on a heape Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens Alc. I Timon, an
- 527 The G.o.ds confound (heare me you good G.o.ds all) Th' Athenians both within and out that Wall: And graunt as Timon growes, his hate may grow To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low.Amen.Enter.Enter Steward with two or three Seruants.1 Heare you M[as
- 526 2 Euery man heares so: what would hee haue borrowed of you?1 A thousand Peeces 2 A thousand Peeces?1 What of you?2 He sent to me sir- Heere he comes. Enter Timon and Attendants.Tim. With all my heart Gentlemen both; and how fare you?1 Euer at the best, he
- 525 Stew. O my Lord, you onely speake from your distracted soule; there's not so much left to furnish out a moderate Table Tim. Be it not in thy care: Go I charge thee, inuite them all, let in the tide Of Knaues once more: my Cooke and Ile prouide.Exeunt.Ent
- 524 Luc. Flaminius? Sir, a word: Pray is my Lord readie to come forth?Flam. No, indeed he is not t.i.t. We attend his Lords.h.i.+p: pray signifie so much Flam. I need not tell him that, he knowes you are too diligent.Enter Steward in a Cloake, m.u.f.fled. Luc
- 523 Seruil. Has onely sent his present Occasion now my Lord: requesting your Lords.h.i.+p to supply his instant vse with so many Talents Lucil. I know his Lords.h.i.+p is but merry with me, He cannot want fifty fiue hundred Talents Seruil. But in the mean tim
- 522 Tim. Prythee no more Stew. Heauens, haue I said, the bounty of this Lord: How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants This night englutted: who is not Timons, What heart, head, sword, force, meanes, but is L[ord]. Timons: Great Timon, n.o.ble, Worthy,
- 521 Var. How dost Foole?Ape. Dost Dialogue with thy shadow?Var. I speake not to thee Ape. No 'tis to thy selfe. Come away Isi. There's the Foole hangs on your backe already Ape. No thou stand'st single, th'art not on him yet Cap. Where's the Foole now?A
- 520 Aper. What a coiles heere, seruing of beckes, and iutting out of b.u.mmes. I doubt whether their Legges be worth the summes that are giuen for 'em.Friends.h.i.+ps full of dregges, Me thinkes false hearts, should neuer haue sound legges.Thus honest Fooles
- 519 The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and to shew their loues, each single out an Amazon, and all Dance, men with women, a loftie straine or two to the Hoboyes, and cease.Tim. You haue done our pleasures Much grace (faire Ladies) Set a fa
- 518 2 Long may he liue in Fortunes. Shall we in?Ile keepe you Company.Exeunt.Hoboyes Playing lowd Musicke. A great Banquet seru'd in: and then, Enter Lord Timon, the States, the Athenian Lords, Ventigius which Timon redeem'd from prison. Then comes dropping
- 517 Tim. That's a lasciuious apprehension Ape. So, thou apprehend'st it, Take it for thy labour Tim. How dost thou like this Iewell, Apemantus?Ape. Not so well as plain-dealing, which wil not cast a man a Doit Tim. What dost thou thinke 'tis worth? Ape. No
- 516 Tim. Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius Luc. Heere at your Lords.h.i.+ps seruice Oldm. This Fellow heere, L[ord]. Timon, this thy Creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift, And my estate deserues a
- 515 Poet. Good day Sir Pain. I am glad y'are well Poet. I haue not seene you long, how goes the World?Pain. It weares sir, as it growes Poet. I that's well knowne: But what particular Rarity? What strange, Which manifold record not matches: see Magicke of B
- 514 Enter.Iul. Go get thee hence, for I will not away, What's here, A cup clos'd in my true loues hand?Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end O churle, drinke all? and left no friendly drop, To helpe me after, I will kisse thy lips, Happlie some poyson yet
- 513 Or if his mind be writ, giue me his Letter Iohn. Going to find a bare-foote Brother out, One of our order to a.s.sociate me, Here in this Citie visiting the sick, And finding him, the Searchers of the Towne Suspecting that we both were in a house Where th
- 512 Mu. Why hearts ease; Pet. O Musitions, Because my heart it selfe plaies, my heart is full Mu. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now Pet. You will not then?Mu. No Pet. I will then giue it you soundly Mu. What will you giue vs?Pet. No money on my faith,
- 511 Enter old Capulet.Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir, The second c.o.c.ke hath Crow'd, The Curphew Bell hath rung, 'tis three a clocke: Looke to the bakte meates, good Angelica, Spare not for cost Nur. Go you Cot-queane, go, Get you to bed, faith youle be sick
- 510 Exit Paris.Iul. O shut the doore, and when thou hast done so, Come weepe with me, past hope, past care, past helpe Fri. O Iuliet, I alreadie know thy griefe, It streames me past the compa.s.se of my wits: I heare thou must and nothing may prorogue it, On
- 509 Speake not, reply not, do not answere me.My fingers itch, wife: we scarce thought vs blest, That G.o.d had lent vs but this onely Child, But now I see this one is one too much, And that we haue a curse in hauing her: Out on her Hilding Nur. G.o.d in heaue
- 508 Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision; This doth not so: for she diuideth vs.Some say, the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes, O now I would they had chang'd voyces too: Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray, Hunting thee hence, with Hunts-vp
- 507 Fri. Harke how they knocke: (Who's there) Romeo arise, Thou wilt be taken, stay a while, stand vp: Knocke.Run to my study: by and by, G.o.ds will What simplenesse is this: I come, I come.Knocke.Who knocks so hard? Whence come you? what's your will?Enter
- 506 Alacke the day, hee's gone, hee's kil'd, he's dead Iul. Can heauen be so enuious?Nur. Romeo can, Though heauen cannot. O Romeo, Romeo.Who euer would haue thought it Romeo Iuli. What diuell art thou, That dost torment me thus? This torture should be ro
- 505 Mer. Come sir, your Pa.s.sado Rom. Draw Benuolio, beat downe their weapons: Gentlemen, for shame forbeare this outrage, Tibalt, Mercutio, the Prince expresly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streetes.Hold Tybalt, good Mercutio.Exit Tybalt.Mer. I am hurt.
- 504 Why she is within, where should she be?How odly thou repli'st: Your Loue saies like an honest Gentleman: Where is your Mother?Nur. O G.o.ds Lady deare, Are you so hot? marrie come vp I trow, Is this the Poultis for my aking bones?Henceforward do your mes
- 503 Nur. You say well Mer. Yea is the worst well, Very well tooke: Ifaith, wisely, wisely Nur. If you be he sir, I desire some confidence with you?Ben. She will endite him to some Supper Mer. A baud, a baud, a baud. So ho Rom. What hast thou found?Mer. No Ha
- 502 Ben. Tibalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a Letter to his Fathers house Mer. A challenge on my life Ben. Romeo will answere it Mer. Any man that can write, may answere a Letter Ben. Nay, he will answere the Letters Maister how he dares, being dar
- 501 Rome. A thousand times the worse to want thy light, Loue goes toward Loue as school-boyes fro[m] their books But Loue fro[m] Loue, towards schoole with heauie lookes.Enter Iuliet againe.Iul. Hist Romeo hist: O for a Falkners voice, To lure this Ta.s.sell
- 500 Merc. He is wise, And on my life hath stolne him home to bed Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall.Call good Mercutio: Nay, Ile coniure too Mer. Romeo, Humours, Madman, Pa.s.sion, Louer, Appeare thou in the likenesse of a sigh, Speake but one t
- 499 Rom. What Ladie is that which doth inrich the hand Of yonder Knight?Ser. I know not sir Rom. O she doth teach the Torches to burne bright: It seemes she hangs vpon the cheeke of night, As a rich Iewel in an aethiops eare: Beauty too rich for vse, for eart
- 498 Nurse. Goe Gyrle, seeke happie nights to happy daies.Exeunt.Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benuolio, with fiue or sixe other Maskers, Torch-bearers.Rom. What shall this spech be spoke for our excuse?Or shall we on without Apologie? Ben. The date is out of such pr
- 497 Rom. For your broken s.h.i.+n Ben. Why Romeo art thou mad?Rom. Not mad, but bound more then a mad man is: Shut vp in prison, kept without my foode, Whipt and tormented: and G.o.dden good fellow, Ser. G.o.dgiG.o.den, I pray sir can you read?Rom. I mine own
- 496 Mount. Many a morning hath he there beene seene, With teares augmenting the fresh mornings deaw, Adding to cloudes, more cloudes with his deepe sighes, But all so soone as the all-cheering Sunne, Should in the farthest East begin to draw The shadie Curtai
- 495 Samp. A dog of the house of Mountague, moues me Greg. To moue, is to stir: and to be valiant, is to stand: Therefore, if thou art mou'd, thou runst away Samp. A dogge of that house shall moue me to stand.I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountag
- 494 t.i.t. Because I would be sure to haue all well, To entertaine your Highnesse, and your Empresse Tam. We are beholding to you good Andronicus?t.i.t. And if your Highnesse knew my heart, you were: My Lord the Emperour resolue me this, Was it well done of r
- 493 For well I wote the Empresse neuer wags; But in her company there is a Moore, And would you represent our Queene aright It were conuenient you had such a deuill: But welcome as you are, what shall we doe?Tam. What would'st thou haue vs doe Andronicus?Dem
- 492 Luci. Too like the Syre for euer being good.First hang the Child that he may see it sprall, A sight to vexe the Fathers soule withall Aron. Get me a Ladder Lucius, saue the Childe, And beare it from me to the Empresse: If thou do this, Ile shew thee wondr