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sherris: So that skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack: for that sets it a-work; and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris; that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,--to forswear thin potations, and addict themselves to sack.

How now, Bardolph? Bar. The army is discharged all, and gone. Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; and there will

I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire: I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him.





Geo. COME, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;


they have been up these two days. Joh. They have the more need to sleep now then. Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the

commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it. Joh. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say it was

never merry world in England, since gentlemen came

up. Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in handy

crafts-men. Joh. The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons. Geo. Nay more, the king's council are no good workmen, Joh. True: and yet it is said,-Labour in thy vocation:

which is as much to say, as,-let the magistrates be

labouring men: and therefore should we be magistrates. Geo. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better sign of a brave

mind, than a hard hand. Joh. I see them! I see them! There's Best's son, the tan

ner of Wingham ;Geo. He shall have the skins of our enemies, to make dog's leather of.

Joh. And Dick the butcher,-
Geo. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's

throat cut like a calf.
Joh. And Smith the weaver:-
Geo. Argo, their thread of life is spun.
Joh. Come, come, let's fall in with them.
Cad. We John Cade, so term'd of our supposed father,-
Dic. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.
Cad. --for our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with the

spirit of putting down kings and princes, Command

silence. Dic. Silence! Cad. My father was a Mortimer,Dic. He was an honest man, and a good bricklayer. Cad. My mother a Plantagenet,Dic. I knew her well, she was a midwife. Cad. My wife descended of the Lacies,Dic. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and sold many

ląces. Smi. But, now of late, not able to travel with her furred

pack, she washes bucks here at home. Cad. Therefore am I of an honourable house. Dic. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable; and there

was he born, under a hedge; for his father had never

a house, but the cage. Cad. Valiant I am. Smi. 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant. Cad. I am able to endure much. Dic. No question of that: for I have seen him whipped

three market-days together. Cad. I fear neither sword nor fire. Smi. He need not fear the sword ; his coat is of proof. Dic. But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being

burnt i'the hand for stealing of sheep. Cad. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, and vows

reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass. And,

when I am king, (as king I will be)All. God save your majesty! Cad. I thank you, good people:-There shall be no money;

all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, a

and worship me their lord. Dic. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. Cad. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable

thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's-wax: for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.




CHAT should I care what every dor doth buz

to ,

that the best judgments can report me wronged;
them liars and their slanders impudent.
Perhaps, upon the rumour of their speeches,
some grievéd friend will whisper to me ; Crites,
men speak ill of thee. So they be ill men,
if they spake worse, 'twere better: for of such
to be dispraised, is the most perfect praise.
What can his censure hurt me, whom the world
hath censured vile before me! If good Chrestus,
Euthus or Phronimus, had spoke the words,
they would have moved me, and I should have called
my thoughts and actions to a strict account
upon the hearing: but when I remember
'tis Hedon and Anaides, alas, then
I think but what they are and am not stirred;
the one a light voluptuous reveller,
the other, a strange arrogating puff,
both impudent and ignorant enough;
that talk as they are wont, not as I merit:
traduce by custom, as most dogs do bark,
do nothing out of judgment, but disease,
speak ill, because they never could speak well.
And who'd be angry with this race of creatures?
what wise physician have we ever seen
moved with a frantic man? the same affects
that he doth bear to his sick patient
should a right mind carry to such as these :
and I do count it a most rare revenge,


that I can thus, with such a sweet neglect,
pluck from them all the pleasure of their malice.


AY, my good friend, but hear me! I confess

man is the child of sorrow, and this world,
in which we breathe, hath cares enough to plague us;
but it hath means withal to sooth these cares,
and he, who meditates on others' woes,
shall in that meditation lose his own:
call then the Tragic poet to your aid,
hear him, and take instruction from the stage:
let Telephus appear; behold a prince,
a spectacle of poverty and pain,
wretched in both.–And what if you are poor?
are you a demi-god? are you the son
of Hercules? begone! complain no more.
Doth your mind struggle with distracting thoughts?
Do your wits wander? are you mad? Alas!
so was Alcmæon, whilst the world ador'd
his father as their God. Your eyes are dim;
what then? the eyes of Edipus were dark,
totally dark. You mourn a son; he's dead;
turn to the tale of Niobe for comfort,
and match your loss with hers. You're lame of foot;
compare it with the foot of Philoctetes,
and make no more complaint. But you are old,
old and unfortunate; consult Oëneus;
hear what a king endur'd, and learn content.
Sum up your miseries, number up your sighs,
the tragic stage shall give you tear for tear,
and wash out all afflictions but its own.




. Quin.

Bot. ARE

RE we all met?

Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient
place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our
stage, this hawthorn brake our tiring-house; and
we will do it in action as we will do it before the
Peter Quince,


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Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom?
Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and

Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must
draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies can-

not abide. How answer you that? Snout. By'r lakin, a parlous fear. Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is

done. Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Write

me a prologue: and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed: and, for the more better assurance, tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them out of

fear. Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be

written in eight and six. Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and

eight. Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? Star. I fear it, I promise you. Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves : to

bring in,—God shield us!-a lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to

look to it. Snout. Therefore another prologue must tell, he is not a

lion. Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face

must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life: no, I am no such thing; I am a man as other men are:-and there, indeed, let him name his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner.


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