Each Marking Instance |
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That
this
lives
in
thy
mind?
What
seest
thou
else
In
the
dark
backward
and
abysm
of
time?
(460_1_c011,
checkmark)
|
18 |
In
the
dark
backward
and
abysm
of
time?
(460_1_c011,
underline)
|
8 |
Though
thou
didst
learn,
had
that
in't
which
good
natures
Could
not
abide
to
be
with;
therefore
wast
thou
(460_1_c022,
score)
|
19 |
This
ancient
morsel,
this
sir
Prudence,
who
Should
not
upbraid
our
course.
For
all
the
rest,
They'll
take
suggestion,
as
a
cat
laps
milk;
They'll
tell
the
clock
to
any
business
that
We
say
befits
the
hour.
Seb.
Thy
case,
dear
friend,
Shall
be
my
precedent;
as
thou
got'st
Milan,
(460_1_c036,
score3)
|
50 |
Cal.
Be
not
afeard;
the
isle
is
full
of
noises,
Sounds,
and
sweet
airs,
that
give
delight,
and
hurt
not.
Sometimes
a
thousand
twangling
instruments
Will
hum
about
mine
ears;
and
sometimes
voices,
(460_1_c051,
score)
|
33 |
[Exeunt
SEB.
and
ANT.
Gon.
All
three
of
them
are
desperate;
their
great
guilt,
(460_1_c056,
arcedscore)
|
14 |
Like
poison
given
to
work
a
great
time
after,
(460_1_c056,
underline)
|
9 |
Now
'gins
to
bite
the
spirits:
(460_1_c057,
underline)
|
6 |
Pro.
A
devil,
a
born
devil,
on
whose
nature
Nurture
can
never
stick;
on
whom
my
pains,
Humanely
taken,
all,
all
lost,
quite
lost;
And
as,
with
age,
his
body
uglier
grows,
So
his
mind
cankers:
I
will
plague
them
all,
(460_1_c063,
scoresinout)
|
41 |
In
virtue
than
in
vengeance:
they
being
penitent,
The
sole
drift
of
my
purpose
doth
extend
Not
a
frown
further:
Go,
release
them,
Ariel:
(460_1_c067,
score)
|
24 |
In
virtue
than
in
vengeance:
they
being
penitent,
The
sole
drift
of
my
purpose
doth
extend
(460_1_c067,
scoresinout)
|
16 |
In
virtue
than
in
vengeance:
they
being
penitent,
(460_1_c067,
score)
|
8 |
they
being
penitent,
(460_1_c067,
underline)
|
3 |
Mira.
O!
wonder!
How
many
goodly
creatures
are
there
here!
How
beauteous
mankind
is!
O
brave
new
world,
That
has
such
people
in't!
(460_1_c072,
score)
|
23 |
Pro.
'Tis
new
to
thee.
(460_1_c072,
checkmark)
|
5 |
'Tis
new
to
thee.
(460_1_c072,
border)
|
4 |
How
young
Leander
crossed
the
Hellespont.
(460_1_c083,
checkmark)
|
6 |
like
a
male-content;
to
relish
a
love-song,
like
a
robin-
red-breast;
to
walk
alone,
like
one
that
had
the
pestilence
(460_1_c095,
checkmark)
|
20 |
to
walk
alone,
like
one
that
had
the
pestilence
(460_1_c095,
underline)
|
9 |
not
welcome.
I
reckon
this
always—
that
a
man
is
never
undone,
till
he
be
hanged;
nor
never
welcome
to
a
place,
till
some
certain
shot
be
paid,
and
the
(460_1_c109,
checkmark)
|
30 |
I
to
myself
am
dearer
than
a
friend;
(460_1_c111,
line)
|
8 |
Lest
it
should
burn
above
the
bounds
of
reason.
Jul.
The
more
thou
dam'st
it
up,
the
more
it
burns;
The
current,
that
with
gentle
murmur
glides,
Thou
know'st,
being
stopped,
impatiently
doth
rage;
But,
when
his
fair
course
is
not
hindered,
He
makes
sweet
music
with
th'
enameled
stones,
Giving
a
gentle
kiss
to
every
sedge
He
overtaketh
in
his
pilgrimage;
And
so
by
many
winding
nooks
he
strays,
With
willing
sport
to
the
wild
ocean.
Then
let
me
go,
and
hinder
not
my
course:
I'll
be
as
patient
as
a
gentle
stream,
And
make
a
pastime
of
each
weary
step,
Till
the
last
step
have
brought
me
to
my
love;
And
there
I'll
rest,
as,
after
much
turmoil,
A
blessed
soul
doth
in
Elysium.
(460_1_c113,
score)
|
126 |
And
there
I'll
rest,
as,
after
much
turmoil,
A
blessed
soul
doth
in
Elysium.
(460_1_c113,
checkmark)
|
14 |
To
make
a
virtue
of
necessity,
(460_1_c130,
crosschecks3)
|
6 |
Pro.
In
love,
Who
respects
friend?
(460_1_c147,
checkmark)
|
6 |
'Mongst
all
foes,
that
a
friend
should
be
the
worst!
(460_1_c148,
checkmark)
|
10 |
Who
by
repentance
is
not
satisfied,
Is
nor
of
heaven,
nor
earth;
for
these
are
pleased;
(460_1_c148,
checkmark)
|
16 |
Who
by
repentance
is
not
satisfied,
(460_1_c148,
underline)
|
6 |
mind,
and
the
boy
never
need
to
understand
any
thing;
for
'tis
not
good
that
children
should
know
any
wickedness;
old
folks,
you
know,
have
discretion,
as
they
(460_1_c185,
checkmark)
|
28 |
peer
out!
that
any
madness,
I
ever
yet
beheld,
(460_1_c218,
checkmark)
|
9 |
Be
not
as
extreme
in
submission
As
in
offence;
(460_1_c225,
scoresinout)
|
9 |
And
though
that
nature
with
a
beauteous
wall
Doth
oft
close
in
pollution,
yet
of
thee
I
will
believe,
thou
hast
a
mind
that
suits
With
this
thy
fair
and
outward
character.
I
pray
thee
and
I'll
pay
thee
bounteously,
Conceal
me
what
I
am;
and
be
my
aid
For
such
disguise
as,
haply,
shall
become
The
form
of
my
intent.
I'll
serve
this
duke;
Thou
shalt
present
me
as
an
eunuch
to
him;
It
may
be
worth
thy
pains;
for
I
can
sing,
(460_1_c252,
score)
|
84 |
Clo.
The
more
fool
you,
madonna,
to
mourn
for
your
brother's
soul
being
in
heaven.
—Take
away
the
fool,
gentlemen.
(460_1_c260,
diagonalscore)
|
20 |
Oli.
O,
you
are
sick
of
self-love,
Malvolio,
and
taste
with
a
distempered
appetite.
To
be
generous,
guiltless
and
of
free
disposition,
is
to
take
those
things
for
bird-bolts,
that
you
deem
cannon-bullets:
There
is
no
slander
in
an
allowed
fool,
though
he
do
nothing
but
rail;
nor
no
railing
in
a
known
discreet
man,
though
he
do
nothing
but
reprove.
(460_1_c261,
score2)
|
61 |
Unless
the
master
were
the
man.
—How
now?
Even
so
quickly
may
one
catch
the
plague?
(460_1_c267,
checkmark)
|
16 |
Fate,
show
thy
force:
ourselves
we
do
not
owe;
What
is
decreed,
must
be;
and
be
this
so!
[Exit.
(460_1_c267,
score)
|
19 |
How
easy
is
it
for
the
proper-false
In
women's
waxen
hearts
to
set
their
forms!
Alas,
our
frailty
is
the
cause,
not
we;
For
such
as
we
are
made
of,
such
we
be.
How
will
this
fadge?
My
master
loves
her
dearly;
And
I,
poor
monster,
fond
as
much
on
him;
And
she,
mistaken,
seems
to
dote
on
me:
(460_1_c270,
score)
|
59 |
after
midnight,
is
to
be
up
betimes;
and
diluculo
surgere
(460_1_c270,
score)
|
10 |
Clo.
O
mistress
mine,
where
are
you
roaming?
O,
stay
and
hear;
your
true
love's
coming,
That
can
sing
both
high
and
low:
Trip
no
farther,
pretty
sweeting;
Journeys
end
in
lovers'
meeting,
Every
wise
man's
son
doth
know.
(460_1_c272,
arcedscore)
|
39 |
Clo.
What
is
love?
'tis
not
hereafter;
Present
mirth
hath
present
laughter;
What's
to
come
is
still
unsure:
In
delay
there
lies
no
plenty;
Then
come
kiss
me,
sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's
a
stuff
will
not
endure.
(460_1_c272,
score)
|
35 |
than
a
steward?
Dost
thou
think,
because
thou
art
virtuous,
there
shall
be
no
more
cakes
and
ale?
(460_1_c274,
hashmark)
|
18 |
since
the
youth
of
the
count's
was
to-day
with
my
(460_1_c275,
checkmark)
|
10 |
Sir
To.
What,
for
being
a
Puritan?
thy
exquisite
(460_1_c275,
checkmark)
|
9 |
too
late
to
go
to
bed
now:
(460_1_c276,
underline)
|
7 |
An
elder
than
herself;
so
wears
she
to
him,
So
sways
she
level
in
her
husband's
heart.
For,
boy,
however
we
do
praise
ourselves,
Our
fancies
are
more
giddy
and
unfirm,
More
longing,
wavering,
sooner
lost
and
worn
(460_1_c277,
arcedscore)
|
38 |
The
spinsters
and
the
knitters
in
the
sun,
And
the
free
maids
that
weave
their
thread
with
bones,
Do
use
to
chant
it;
it
is
silly
sooth,
And
dallies
with
the
innocence
of
love,
Like
the
old
age.
(460_1_c278,
score2)
|
38 |
Sir
To.
Peace,
I
say.
Mal.
To
be
Count
Malvolio;—
Sir
To.
Ah,
rogue!
Sir
And.
Pistol
him,
pistol
him.
Sir
To.
Peace,
peace!
Mal.
There
is
example
for't;
the
lady
of
the
Strachy
married
the
yeoman
of
the
wardrobe.
Sir
And.
Fie
on
him,
Jezebel!
Fab.
O,
peace!
now
he's
deeply
in;
look
how
imagination
blows
him.
Mal.
Having
been
three
months
married
to
her,
sitting
in
my
state,—
Sir
To.
O,
for
a
stone
bow,
to
hit
him
in
the
eye!
Mal.
Calling
my
officers
about
me,
in
my
branched
velvet
gown;
having
come
from
a
day
bed,
where
I
left
Olivia
sleeping.
Sir
To.
Fire
and
brimstone!
Fab.
O,
peace,
peace!
Mal.
And
then
to
have
the
humor
of
state:
and
after
a
demure
travel
of
regard,—
telling
them
I
know
my
place,
as
I
would
they
should
do
theirs—
to
ask
for
my
kinsman
Toby:—
Sir
To.
Bolts
and
shackles!
Fab.
O,
peace,
peace,
peace!
now,
now.
Mal.
Seven
of
my
people,
with
an
obedient
start,
make
out
for
him:
I
frown
the
while;
and,
perchance,
wind
up
my
watch,
or
play
with
my
some
rich
jewel.
Toby
approaches;
court'sies
there
to
me:—
Sir
To.
Shall
this
fellow
live?
Fab.
Though
our
silence
be
drawn
from
us
with
cars,
yet
peace.
Mal.
I
extend
my
hand
to
him
thus,
quenching
my
familiar
smile
with
an
austere
regard
of
control:—
Mr.
R.P.
Knight
conjectures
that
this
is
a
corruption
of
Stratici,
a
title
anciently
given
to
the
Governors
of
Messina,
and
Illyria
is
not
far
from
Messina.
If
so,
it
will
mean
the
Governor's
lady.
The
word
Strachy
is
printed
with
a
capital
and
in
Italics
in
the
first
folio.
Puffs
him
up.
Thus
in
the
Two
Gentlemen
of
Verona,
the
clown
says—
"Who
that
is,
a
team
of
horses
shall
not
pluck
from
me."
(460_1_c282,
score)
|
308 |
Mal.
Seven
of
my
people,
with
an
obedient
start,
make
out
for
him:
I
frown
the
while;
and,
perchance,
wind
up
my
watch,
or
play
with
my
some
rich
jewel.
Toby
approaches;
court'sies
there
to
me:—
(460_1_c282,
score)
|
36 |
Mal.
I
extend
my
hand
to
him
thus,
quenching
my
familiar
smile
with
an
austere
regard
of
control:—
(460_1_c282,
score2)
|
18 |
And
to
do
that
well,
craves
a
kind
of
wit:
He
must
observe
their
mood
on
whom
he
jests,
The
quality
of
persons,
and
the
time;
And,
like
the
haggard,
check
at
every
feather
That
comes
before
his
eye.
This
is
a
practice,
As
full
of
labor
as
a
wise
man's
art:
For
folly,
that
he
wisely
shows,
is
fit;
But
wise
men,
folly-fallen,
quite
taint
their
wit.
A
wild
hawk,
or
hawk
not
well
trained. /w>—Dr.
Johnson
reads
"Nor
like
(460_1_c288,
score2)
|
81 |
Oli.
Why,
then,
methinks,
'tis
time
to
smile
again;
O
world,
how
apt
the
poor
are
to
be
proud!
If
one
should
be
a
prey,
how
much
the
better
To
fall
before
the
lion,
than
the
wolf?
(460_1_c290,
score)
|
37 |
Oli.
O,
what
a
deal
of
scorn
looks
beautiful
In
the
contempt
and
anger
of
his
lip!
A
murderous
guilt
shows
not
itself
more
soon
Than
love
that
would
seem
hid:
love's
night
is
noon.
Cesario,
by
the
roses
of
the
spring,
By
maidhood,
honor,
truth,
and
every
thing,
I
love
thee
so,
that,
maugre
all
thy
pride,
Nor
wit,
nor
reason,
can
my
passion
hide.
Do
not
extort
thy
reasons
from
this
clause,
For,
that
I
woo,
thou
therefore
hast
no
cause:
But,
rather,
reason
thus
with
reason
fetter:
Love
sought
is
good,
but
given
unsought,
is
better.
(460_1_c291,
score)
|
99 |
and
full
of
invention:
taunt
him
with
the
license
of
ink:
if
thou
thou'st
him
some
thrice,
it
shall
not
be
(460_1_c293,
diagonalscore)
|
21 |
be
opposite
with
a
kinsman,
(460_1_c298,
underline)
|
5 |
Sir
And.
Plague
on't:
an
I
thought
he
had
been
valiant
and
so
cunning
in
fence,
I'd
have
seen
him
damned
ere
I'd
have
challenged
him.
Let
him
let
the
matter
slip,
and
I'll
give
him
my
horse,
gray
Capilet.
(460_1_c304,
score)
|
40 |
Ant.
Will
you
deny
me
now?
Is't
possible,
that
my
deserts
to
you
Can
lack
persuasion?
Do
not
tempt
my
misery,
Lest
that
it
make
me
so
unsound
a
man,
As
to
upbraid
you
with
those
kindnesses
That
I
have
done
for
you.
Vio.
I
know
of
none;
(460_1_c306,
score)
|
48 |
I
hate
ingratitude
more
in
a
man,
Than
lying,
vainness,
babbling,
drunkenness,
Or
any
taint
of
vice,
whose
strong
corruption
Inhabits
our
frail
blood.
(460_1_c306,
score)
|
24 |
In
nature
there's
no
blemish,
but
the
mind;
None
can
be
called
deformed,
but
the
unkind:
Virtue
is
beauty;
but
the
beauteous-evil
(460_1_c306,
score)
|
22 |
and
I
would
I
were
the
first
that
ever
dissembled
in
such
a
gown.
(460_1_c310,
underline)
|
14 |
Mal.
I
think
nobly
of
the
soul,
and
no
way
approve
his
opinion.
(460_1_c312,
checkmark)
|
13 |
Mal.
They
have
here
propertied
me;
keep
me
in
darkness,
send
ministers
to
me,
asses,
and
do
all
they
(460_1_c313,
checkmark)
|
19 |
can
to
face
me
out
of
my
wits.
(460_1_c313,
underline)
|
8 |
such
a
barren
rascal?
An
you
smile
not,
he's
gagged:
And
thus
the
whirligig
of
Time
brings
in
his
revenges.
(460_1_c327,
checkmark)
|
20 |
Heaven
doth
with
us,
as
we
with
torches
do;
Not
light
them
for
themselves:
for
if
our
virtues
Did
not
go
forth
of
us,
'twere
all
alike
As
if
we
had
them
not.
Spirits
are
not
finely
touched,
But
to
fine
issues:
nor
nature
never
lends
The
smallest
scruple
of
her
excellence,
But
like
a
thrifty
goddess,
she
determines
Herself
the
glory
of
a
creditor,
Both
thanks
and
use.
But
I
do
bend
my
speech
To
one
that
can
my
part
in
him
advertise:
(460_1_c334,
score)
|
84 |
Clo.
All
houses
in
the
suburbs
of
Vienna
must
be
plucked
down.
(460_1_c338,
checkmark)
|
12 |
Duke.
My
holy
sir,
none
better
knows
than
you
How
I
have
ever
loved
the
life
removed;
And
held
in
idle
price
to
haunt
assemblies,
Where
youth,
and
cost,
and
witless
bravery
keeps.
I
have
delivered
to
lord
Angelo
(A
man
of
stricture
and
firm
abstinence)
(460_1_c342,
score)
|
46 |
the
life
removed;
(460_1_c342,
underline)
|
3 |
And
he,
that
suffers.
O,
it
is
excellent
To
have
a
giant's
strength;
but
it
is
tyrannous
To
use
it
like
a
giant.
Lucio.
That's
well
said.
(460_1_c358,
score)
|
27 |
Thou
rather,
with
thy
sharp
and
sulphurous
bolt,
Split'st
the
unwedgeable
and
gnarled
oak,
Than
the
soft
myrtle:
—But
man,
proud
man!
Dressed
in
a
little
brief
authority,—
Most
ignorant
of
what
he's
most
assured,
His
glassy
essence,—
like
an
angry
ape,
Plays
such
fantastic
tricks
before
high
Heaven,
As
make
the
angels
weep;
who,
with
our
spleens,
Would
all
themselves
laugh
mortal.
Lucio.
O,
to
him,
to
him,
wench:
he
will
relent;
He's
coming;
I
perceive't.
(460_1_c358,
score)
|
77 |
Great
men
may
jest
with
saints:
'tis
wit
in
them!
But,
in
the
less,
foul
profanation.
(460_1_c359,
score)
|
16 |
Ang.
Why
do
you
put
these
sayings
upon
me?
Isab.
Because
authority,
though
it
err
like
others,
Hath
yet
a
kind
of
medicine
in
itself,
That
skins
the
vice
o'
the
top:
go
to
your
bosom;
(460_1_c359,
score)
|
36 |
The
tempter,
or
the
tempted,
who
sins
most?
Ha!
Not
she;
nor
doth
she
tempt:
but
it
is
I,
That,
lying
by
the
violet,
in
the
sun,
Do,
as
the
carrion
does,
not
as
the
flower,
Corrupt
with
virtuous
season.
Can
it
be,
That
modesty
may
more
betray
our
sense
(460_1_c360,
score)
|
50 |
Duke.
Hail
to
you,
provost!
so
I
think
you
are.
Prov.
I
am
the
provost:
what's
your
will,
good
friar?
Duke.
Bound
by
my
charity,
and
my
blest
order,
I
come
to
visit
the
afflicted
spirits
Here
in
the
prison:
do
me
the
common
right
To
let
me
see
them;
and
to
make
me
know
The
nature
of
their
crimes,
that
I
may
minister
(460_1_c361,
score)
|
64 |
Grown
feared
and
tedious;
yea
my
gravity,
Wherein
(let
no
man
hear
me)
I
take
pride,
Could
I,
with
boot,
change
for
an
idle
plume,
Which
the
air
beats
for
vain.
O
place!
O
form!
(460_1_c363,
enclosure)
|
35 |
How
often
dost
thou
with
thy
case,
thy
habit,
Wrench
awe
from
fools,
and
tie
the
wiser
souls
To
thy
false
seeming?
Blood,
thou
still
art
blood!
(460_1_c363,
enclosure)
|
27 |
Were
equal
poise
of
sin
and
charity.
Isab.
That
I
do
beg
his
life,
if
it
be
sin,
Heaven,
let
me
bear
it!
you
granting
of
my
suit,
If
that
be
sin,
I'll
make
it
my
morn
prayer
To
have
it
added
to
the
faults
of
mine,
And
nothing
of
your
answer.
Ang.
Nay,
but
hear
me:
Your
sense
pursues
not
mine:
either
you
are
ignorant,
Or
seem
so,
craftily;
and
that's
not
good.
Isab.
Let
me
be
ignorant,
and
in
nothing
good,
(460_1_c365,
score)
|
83 |
Thank
faults
may
shake
our
frames,)
let
me
be
bold;—
I
do
arrest
your
words:
Be
that
you
are,
That
is,
a
woman;
if
you
be
more,
you're
none:
If
you
be
one,
(as
you
are
well
expressed
(460_1_c367,
score)
|
38 |
Ang.
Who
will
believe
thee,
Isabel?
My
unsoiled
name,
the
austereness
of
my
life,
My
vouch
against
you,
and
my
place
i'
the
state,
Will
so
your
accusation
overweigh,
That
you
shall
stifle
in
your
own
report,
And
smell
of
calumny.
I
have
begun;
And
now
I
give
my
sensual
race
the
rein:
Fit
thy
consent
to
my
sharp
appetite;
(460_1_c367,
score)
|
60 |
Or,
by
the
affection
that
now
guides
me
most,
I'll
prove
a
tyrant
to
him:
as
for
you,
Say
what
you
can,
my
false
o'erweighs
your
true.
(460_1_c368,
checkmark)
|
27 |
my
false
o'erweighs
your
true.
(460_1_c368,
underline)
|
5 |
Isab.
To
whom
shall
I
complain?
Did
I
tell
this,
Who
would
believe
me?
O
perilous
mouths,
That
bear
in
them
one
and
the
self-same
tongue,
Either
of
condemnation
or
approof!
(460_1_c368,
score)
|
31 |
Are
nursed
by
baseness.
Thou
art
by
no
means
valiant;
For
thou
dost
fear
the
soft
and
tender
fork
Of
a
poor
worm.
Thy
best
of
rest
is
sleep,
And
that
thou
oft
provok'st;
yet
grossly
fear'st
Thy
death,
which
is
no
more.
Thou
art
not
thyself;
For
thou
exist'st
on
many
a
thousand
grains
That
issue
out
of
dust.
Happy
thou
art
not;
For
what
thou
hast
not,
still
thou
striv'st
to
get;
And
what
thou
hast,
forget'st.
Thou
art
not
certain;
For
thy
complexion
shifts
to
strange
affects,
After
the
moon.
If
thou
art
rich,
thou
art
poor;
(460_1_c369,
score)
|
100 |
Of
a
poor
worm.
Thy
best
of
rest
is
sleep,
And
that
thou
oft
provok'st;
yet
grossly
fear'st
(460_1_c369,
wavyscore)
|
18 |
Thy
death,
which
is
no
more.
(460_1_c369,
underline)
|
6 |
For,
like
an
ass,
whose
back
with
ingots
bows,
Thou
bear'st
thy
heavy
riches
but
a
journey,
And
death
unloads
thee.
Friend
hast
thou
none;
For
thine
own
bowels,
which
do
call
thee
sire,
The
mere
effusion
of
thy
proper
loins,
Do
curse
the
gout,
serpigo,
and
the
rheum,
For
ending
thee
no
sooner.
Thou
hast
nor
youth"
nor
age;
But,
as
it
were,
an
after-dinner's
sleep,
Dreaming
on
both;
for
all
thy
blessed
youth
Becomes
as
aged,
and
doth
beg
the
alms
Of
palsied
eld;
and
when
thou
art
old,
and
rich,
Thou
hast
neither
heat,
affection,
limb,
nor
beauty,
To
make
thy
riches
pleasant.
What's
yet
in
this
That
bears
the
name
of
life?
Yet
in
this
life
Lie
hid
more
thousand
deaths;
yet
death
we
fear,
That
makes
these
odds
all
even.
Claud.
I
humbly
thank
you.
To
sue
to
live,
I
find,
I
seek
to
die:
And
seeking
death,
find
life:
let
it
come
on.
(460_1_c370,
score)
|
159 |
The
sense
of
death
is
most
in
apprehension;
And
the
poor
beetle,
that
we
tread
upon,
In
corporal
sufferance
finds
a
pang
as
great
As
when
a
giant
dies.
(460_1_c371,
wavyscore)
|
29 |
The
sense
of
death
is
most
in
apprehension;
(460_1_c371,
underline)
|
8 |
Whose
settled
visage
and
deliberate
word
Nips
youth
i'
the
head,
and
follies
doth
enmew,
(460_1_c372,
checkmark)
|
15 |
Whose
settled
visage
and
deliberate
word
(460_1_c372,
underline)
|
6 |
Lucio.
Sir,
I
know
him,
and
I
love
him.
Duke.
Love
talks
with
better
knowledge,
and
knowledge
with
dearer
love.
(460_1_c382,
score2)
|
20 |
Duke.
No
might
nor
greatness
in
mortality
Can
censure
'scape:
back-wounding
calumny
The
whitest
virtue
strikes:
what
king
so
strong
Can
tie
the
gall
up
in
the
slanderous
tongue?
(460_1_c383,
enclosure)
|
29 |
is
only
in
request;
and
it
is
as
dangerous
to
be
aged
in
any
kind
of
course,
as
it
is
virtuous
to
be
constant
in
any
undertaking.
There
is
scarce
truth
enough
(460_1_c384,
score2)
|
32 |
O,
what
may
man
within
him
hide,
Though
angel
on
the
outward
side!
(460_1_c385,
score)
|
13 |
I
have
sat
here
all
day.
(460_1_c386,
underline)
|
6 |
Thou
must
be
made
immortal.
(460_1_c390,
underline)
|
5 |
Prov.
His
friends
still
wrought
reprieves
for
him;
(460_1_c393,
checkmark)
|
8 |
His
friends
(460_1_c393,
underline)
|
2 |
How
seems
he
to
be
touched?
Prov.
A
man
that
apprehends
death
no
more
dreadfully
but
as
a
drunken
sleep
careless,
reckless,
and
fearless
of
what's
past,
present,
or
to
come;
insensible
(460_1_c393,
score)
|
32 |
cover
the
favor.
Duke.
O,
death's
a
great
disguiser:
and
you
may
(460_1_c394,
checkmark)
|
12 |
Abhor.
Sirrah,
bring
Barnardine
hither.
Clo.
Master
Barnardine!
You
must
rise
and
be
hanged,
master
Barnardine!
Abhor.
What,
ho,
Barnardine!
Barnar.
[Within.]
A
pox
o'
your
throats!
Who
makes
that
noise
there?
What
are
you?
Clo.
Your
friends,
sir;
the
hangman:
you
must
be
so
good,
sir,
to
rise
and
be
put
to
death.
Barnar.
[Within.]
Away,
you
rogue,
away;
I
am
sleepy.
Abhor.
Tell
him,
he
must
awake,
and
that
quickly
too.
Clo.
Pray,
master
Barnardine,
awake
till
you
are
executed,
and
sleep
afterwards.
Abhor.
Go
in
to
him,
and
fetch
him
out.
Clo.
He
is
coming,
sir,
he
is
coming;
I
hear
his
straw
rustle.
(460_1_c396,
brace)
|
107 |
Clo.
O,
the
better,
sir;
for
he
that
drinks
all
night,
and
is
hanged
betimes
in
the
morning,
may
sleep
the
sounder
all
the
next
day.
(460_1_c397,
wavyscore)
|
26 |
Duke.
This
nor
hurts
him,
nor
profits
you
a
jot:
(460_1_c399,
checkmark)
|
10 |
For
my
authority
bears
a
credent
bulk,
That
no
particular
scandal
once
can
touch,
But
it
confounds
the
breather.
He
should
have
lived,
Save
that
his
riotous
youth,
with
dangerous
sense,
(460_1_c402,
score)
|
31 |
Duke.
Away
with
her:
—poor
soul.
She
speaks
this
in
the
infirmity
of
sense.
Isab.
O
prince,
I
conjure
thee,
as
thou
believest
There
is
another
comfort
than
this
world,
That
thou
neglect
me
not,
with
that
opinion
That
I
am
touched
with
madness:
make
not
impossible
That
which
but
seems
unlike:
'tis
not
impossible
(460_1_c405,
score)
|
55 |
That
I
am
touched
with
madness:
(460_1_c405,
underline)
|
6 |
But
one,
the
wicked'st
caitiff
on
the
ground,
May
seem
as
shy,
as
grave,
as
just,
as
absolute,
As
Angelo;
even
so
may
Angelo,
(460_1_c405,
score)
|
24 |
To
speak
before
your
time.
—Proceed.
Isab.
I
went
To
this
pernicious
caitiff
deputy.
(460_1_c407,
score)
|
14 |
That's
somewhat
madly
spoken.
(460_1_c407,
underline)
|
4 |
Isab.
O,
that
it
were
as
like
as
it
is
true!
(460_1_c407,
crosschecks3)
|
11 |
Where
I
have
seen
corruption
boil
and
bubble,
Till
it
o'errun
the
stew;
laws,
for
all
faults;
But
faults
so
countenanced,
that
the
strong
statutes
Stand
like
the
forfeits
in
a
barber's
shop,
As
much
in
mock
as
mark.
(460_1_c414,
score)
|
39 |
Which
I
did
think
with
slower
foot
came
on,
That
brained
my
purpose:
but
peace
be
with
him!
That
life
is
better
life,
past
fearing
death,
Than
that
which
lives
to
fear:
make
it
your
comfort,
So
happy
is
your
brother.
(460_1_c416,
score)
|
41 |
Sweet
Isabel,
do
yet
but
kneel
by
me;
Hold
up
your
hands;
say
nothing;
I'll
speak
all.
They
say,
best
men
are
moulded
out
of
faults;
And,
for
the
most,
become
much
more
the
better
For
being
a
little
bad:
so
may
my
husband.
(460_1_c418,
score)
|
44 |
Let
him
not
die:
My
brother
had
but
justice,
In
that
he
did
the
thing
for
which
he
died:
For
Angelo,
His
act
did
not
o'ertake
his
bad
intent;
And
must
be
buried
but
as
an
intent
That
perished
by
the
way:
thoughts
are
no
subjects;
Intents
but
merely
thoughts.
(460_1_c418,
score)
|
50 |
Leon.
A
kind
overflow
of
kindness:
there
are
no
faces
truer
than
those
that
are
so
washed.
How
much
better
it
is
to
weep
at
joy,
than
to
joy
at
weeping!
(460_1_c426,
checkmark)
|
31 |
hath
he
killed
and
eaten
in
these
wars?
But
how
many
hath
he
killed?
For,
indeed,
I
promised
to
eat
all
of
his
killing.
Leon.
Faith,
niece,
you
tax
seignior
Benedick
too
(460_1_c426,
score)
|
32 |
Bene.
What,
my
dear
lady
Disdain!
—Are
you
yet
living?
(460_1_c428,
checkmark)
|
10 |
my
dear
lady
Disdain!
(460_1_c428,
underline)
|
4 |
as
the
first
of
May
doth
the
last
of
December.
But
I
hope
you
have
no
intent
to
turn
husband;
have
you?
(460_1_c430,
checkmark)
|
22 |
world
one
man,
but
he
will
wear
his
cap
with
suspicion?
Shall
I
never
see
a
bachelor
of
threescore
(460_1_c430,
score)
|
19 |
again?
Go
to,
i'faith;
an
thou
wilt
needs
thrust
thy
neck
into
a
yoke,
wear
the
print
of
it,
and
sigh
away
(460_1_c430,
score2)
|
22 |
Sundays.
Look,
don
Pedro
is
returned
to
seek
you.
Re-enter
DON
PEDRO.
(460_1_c430,
score)
|
12 |
the
force
of
his
will.
Bene.
That
a
woman
conceived
me,
I
thank
her;
that
she
brought
me
up,
I
likewise
give
her
most
humble
thanks;
but
that
I
will
have
a
recheat
winded
in
my
forehead,
or
hang
my
bugle
in
an
invisible
baldrick,
all
women
shall
pardon
me:
because
I
will
not
do
them
the
wrong
to
mistrust
any,
I
will
do
myself
the
right
to
trust
none;
and
the
fine
is,
(for
the
which
I
may
(460_1_c431,
score)
|
79 |
D.
John.
I
wonder,
that
thou,
being
(as
thou
say'st
thou
art)
born
under
Saturn,
goest
about
to
apply
a
moral
medicine
to
a
mortifying
mischief.
I
cannot
hide
what
I
am:
I
must
be
sad
when
I
have
cause,
and
smile
at
no
man's
jests;
eat
when
I
have
stomach,
and
wait
for
no
man's
leisure;
sleep
when
I
am
drowsy,
(460_1_c435,
score)
|
62 |
and
say,
Get
you
to
heaven,
Beatrice,
get
you
to
heaven;
here's
no
place
for
you
maids:
so
deliver
I
up
my
apes,
and
away
to
Saint
Peter
for
the
heavens;
he
shows
me
where
the
bachelors
sit,
and
there
live
we
as
merry
as
the
day
is
long.
(460_1_c438,
score)
|
49 |
wooing,
wedding,
and
repenting,
is
as
a
Scotch
jig,
a
measure,
and
a
cinque-pace;
the
first
suit
is
hot
and
hasty,
like
a
Scotch
jig,
and
full
as
fantastical;
the
wedding,
mannerly-modest,
as
a
measure
full
of
state
and
ancientry;
and
then
comes
repentance,
and,
with
his
bad
legs,
falls
into
the
cinque-pace
faster
and
faster,
till
he
sink
into
his
grave.
(460_1_c439,
score)
|
62 |
Claud.
Thus
answer
I
in
name
of
Benedick,
But
hear
these
ill
news
with
the
ears
of
Claudio.—
'Tis
certain
so;
—the
prince
wooes
for
himself.
Friendship
is
constant
in
all
other
things,
Save
in
the
office
and
affairs
of
love:
Therefore,
all
hearts
in
love
use
their
own
tongues;
Let
every
eye
negotiate
for
itself,
And
trust
no
agent;
for
beauty
is
a
witch,
Against
whose
charms
faith
melteth
into
blood.
This
is
an
accident
of
hourly
proof,
Which
I
mistrusted
not:
farewell,
therefore,
Hero!
(460_1_c442,
score)
|
86 |
D.
Pedro.
None,
but
to
desire
your
good
company.
Bene.
O
God,
sir,
here's
a
dish
I
love
not;
I
cannot
endure
my
lady
Tongue.
[Exit.
(460_1_c445,
checkmark)
|
26 |
To
slander
music
any
more
than
once.
D.
Pedro.
It
is
the
witness
still
of
excellency,
To
put
a
strange
face
on
his
own
perfection:—
(460_1_c451,
diagonalscore)
|
25 |
Hero.
O
God
of
love!
I
know,
he
doth
deserve
As
much
as
may
be
yielded
to
a
man;
But
nature
never
framed
a
woman's
heart
Of
prouder
stuff
than
that
of
Beatrice.
Disdain
and
scorn
ride
sparkling
in
her
eyes,
Misprising
what
they
look
on;
and
her
wit
Values
itself
so
highly,
that
to
her
All
matter
else
seems
weak.
She
cannot
love,
Nor
take
no
shape
nor
project
of
affection,
(460_1_c459,
wavyscore)
|
72 |
To
stain
my
cousin
with;
one
doth
not
know,
How
much
an
ill
word
may
empoison
liking.
(460_1_c460,
checkmark)
|
17 |
And,
Benedick,
love
on;
I
will
requite
thee;
Taming
my
wild
heart
to
thy
loving
hand;
(460_1_c461,
checkmark)
|
16 |
any
villany
should
be
so
rich;
for
when
rich
villains
have
need
of
poor
ones,
poor
ones
may
make
what
price
they
will.
(460_1_c468,
score)
|
23 |
Bora.
That
shows
thou
art
unconfirmed.
Thou
(460_1_c468,
checkmark)
|
7 |
There,
Leonato,
take
her
back
again.
Give
not
this
rotten
orange
to
your
friend:
She's
but
the
sign
and
semblance
of
her
honor.
Behold,
how
like
a
maid
she
blushes
here.
O,
what
authority
and
show
of
truth
Can
cunning
sin
cover
itself
withal!
Comes
not
that
blood,
as
modest
evidence,
To
witness
simple
virtue?
Would
you
not
swear,
All
you
that
see
her,
that
she
were
a
maid,
By
these
exterior
shows?—
But
she
is
none.
She
knows
the
heat
of
a
luxurious
bed;
Her
blush
is
guiltiness,
not
modesty.
(460_1_c476,
score)
|
91 |
Shall
be
lamented,
pitied,
and
excused,
Of
every
hearer;
for
it
so
falls
out,
That
what
we
have,
we
prize
not
to
the
worth,
Whiles
we
enjoy
it;
but
being
lacked
and
lost,
Why,
then
we
rack
the
value;
then
we
find
The
virtue,
that
possession
would
not
show
us
(460_1_c481,
score2)
|
50 |
Nor
let
no
comforter
delight
mine
ear,
But
such
a
one
whose
wrongs
do
suit
with
mine.
Bring
me
a
father,
that
so
loved
his
child,
Whose
joy
of
her
is
overwhelmed
like
mine,
And
bid
him
speak
of
patience;
Measure
his
woe
the
length
and
breadth
of
mine,
And
let
it
answer
every
strain
for
strain;
As
thus
for
thus,
and
such
a
grief
for
such,
In
every
lineament,
branch,
shape,
and
form.
If
such
a
one
will
smile,
and
stroke
his
beard;
Cry—
sorrow,
wag!
and
hem,
when
he
should
groan;
Patch
grief
with
proverbs;
make
misfortune
drunk
With
candle-wasters;
bring
him
yet
to
me,
And
I
of
him
will
gather
patience.
But
there
is
no
such
man;
for,
brother,
men
Can
counsel,
and
speak
comfort
to
that
grief
Which
they
themselves
not
feel;
but,
tasting
it,
Their
counsel
turns
to
passion,
which
before
Would
give
preceptial
medicine.
to
rage,
Fetter
strong
madness
in
a
silken
thread,
Charm
ache
with
air,
and
agony
with
words.
No,
no;
'tis
all
men's
office
to
speak
patience
To
those
that
wring
under
the
load
of
sorrow;
But
no
man's
virtue,
nor
sufficiency,
To
be
so
moral,
when
he
shall
endure
The
like
himself.
Therefore
give
me
no
counsel;
My
griefs
cry
louder
than
advertisement?
Ant.
Therein
do
men
from
children
nothing
differ.
(460_1_c488,
score)
|
221 |
Cry—
sorrow,
wag!
and
hem,
when
he
should
groan;
Patch
grief
with
proverbs;
make
misfortune
drunk
(460_1_c488,
checkmark)
|
16 |
Patch
grief
with
proverbs;
(460_1_c488,
underline)
|
4 |
candle-wasters;
(460_1_c488,
underline)
|
1 |
Leon.
I
pray
thee,
peace.
I
will
be
flesh
and
blood;
For
there
was
never
yet
philosopher,
That
could
endure
the
tooth-ache
patiently;
However
they
have
writ
the
style
of
gods,
And
made
a
push
at
chance
and
sufferance.
(460_1_c488,
score3)
|
39 |
in
the
time
of
good
neighbors.
If
a
man
do
not
erect
in
this
age
his
own
tomb
ere
he
dies,
he
shall
live
no
longer
in
monument,
than
the
bell
rings,
and
the
widow
weeps.
(460_1_c500,
score3)
|
36 |
that
the
world
can
say
against
it;
and
therefore
never
flout
at
me
for
what
I
have
said
against
it;
for
man
is
a
giddy
thing,
and
this
is
my
conclusion.
—For
thy
part,
Claudio,
I
did
think
to
have
beaten
thee;
but
in
that
thou
art
like
to
be
my
kinsman,
live
unbruised,
(460_1_c506,
diagonalscore)
|
54 |
flout
at
me
for
what
I
have
said
against
it;
for
man
is
a
giddy
thing,
and
this
is
my
conclusion.
—For
thy
(460_1_c506,
checkmark)
|
23 |
a
giddy
thing,
(460_1_c506,
underline)
|
3 |
Now
(460_2_2.005,
underline)
|
1 |
The
will
of
man
is
by
his
reason
swayed;
(460_2_2.028,
crosschecks2)
|
9 |
Re-enter
PUCK.
Puck.
Captain
of
our
fairy
band,
Helena
is
here
at
hand;
And
the
youth
mistook
by
me,
Pleading
for
a
lover's
fee.
Shall
we
their
fond
pageant
see?
Lord,
what
fools
these
mortals
be!
Obe.
Stand
aside;
the
noise
they
make,
Will
cause
Demetrius
to
awake.
Puck.
Then
will
two
at
once
woo
one;
That
must
needs
be
sport
alone;
And
those
things
do
best
please
me,
That
befall
preposterously.
(460_2_2.039,
score)
|
72 |
Shall
we
their
fond
pageant
see?
Lord,
what
fools
these
mortals
be!
(460_2_2.039,
checkmark)
|
12 |
And
those
things
do
best
please
me,
That
befall
preposterously.
(460_2_2.039,
enclosure)
|
10 |
Lys.
Ay,
by
my
life;
And
never
did
desire
to
see
thee
more.
Therefore,
be
out
of
hope,
of
question,
doubt,
Be
certain
nothing
truer.
'Tis
no
jest,
That
I
do
hate
thee,
and
love
Helena.
Her.
O
me,
you
juggler!
you
canker-blossom!
You
thief
of
love!
What,
have
you
come
by
night,
And
stolen
my
love's
heart
from
him
?
Hel.
Fine,
i'faith!
Have
you
no
modesty,
no
maiden
shame,
No
touch
of
bashfulness?
What,
will
you
tear
Impatient
answers
from
my
gentle
tongue?
Fie,
fie!
you
counterfeit,
you
puppet,
you!
Her.
Puppet!
Why
so?
Ay,
that
way
goes
the
game.
Now
I
perceive
that
she
hath
made
compare
Between
our
statures;
she
hath
urged
her
height,
And
with
her
personage,
her
tall
personage,
Her
height,
forsooth,
she
hath
prevailed
with
him.—
And
are
you
grown
so
high
in
his
esteem,
Because
I
am
so
dwarfish,
and
so
low?
How
low
am
I,
thou
painted
maypole?
Speak;
A
worm
that
preys
on
the
leaves
or
buds
of
flowers.
(460_2_2.044,
score)
|
169 |
Because
I
am
so
dwarfish,
and
so
low?
How
low
am
I,
thou
painted
maypole?
Speak;
(460_2_2.044,
checkmark)
|
16 |
How
low
am
I?
I
am
not
yet
so
low,
But
that
my
nails
can
reach
unto
thine
eyes.
Hel.
I
pray
you,
though
you
mock
me,
gentlemen,
Let
her
not
hurt
me.
I
was
never
curst;
I
have
no
gift
at
all
in
shrewishness;
I
am
a
right
maid
for
my
cowardice;
Let
her
not
strike
me.
You,
perhaps,
may
think,
Because
she's
something
lower
than
myself,
That
I
can
match
her.
Her:
Lower!
Hark,
again.
Hel.
Good
Hermia,
do
not
be
so
bitter
with
me.
I
evermore
did
love
you,
Hermia,
Did
ever
keep
your
counsels,
never
wronged
you;
Save
that,
in
love
unto
Demetrius,
I
told
him
of
your
stealth
unto
this
wood.
He
followed
you;
for
love,
I
followed
him.
But
he
hath
chid
me
hence,
and
threatened
me
To
strike
me,
spurn
me,
nay,
to
kill
me
too:
And
now,
so
you
will
let
me
quiet
go,
To
Athens
will
I
bear
my
folly
back,
And
follow
you
no
farther.
Let
me
go:
You
see
how
simple
and
how
fond
I
am.
Her.
Why,
get
you
gone.
Who
is't
that
hinders
you
Hel.
A
foolish
heart
that
I
leave
here
behind.
Her.
What!
with
Lysander?
Hel.
With
Demetrius.
part.
Hal.
O,
when
she's
angry,
she
is
keen
and
shrewd.
She
was
a
vixen,
when
she
went
to
school;
And,
though
she
be
but
little,
she
is
fierce.
Her.
Little
again?
Nothing
but
low
and
little
?—
(460_2_2.045,
score)
|
241 |
I
have
no
gift
at
all
in
shrewishness;
(460_2_2.045,
underline)
|
8 |
Let
her
not
strike
me.
You,
perhaps,
may
think,
Because
she's
something
lower
than
myself,
That
I
can
match
her.
Her:
Lower!
Hark,
again.
Hel.
Good
Hermia,
do
not
be
so
bitter
with
me.
I
evermore
did
love
you,
Hermia,
Did
ever
keep
your
counsels,
never
wronged
you;
Save
that,
in
love
unto
Demetrius,
I
told
him
of
your
stealth
unto
this
wood.
He
followed
you;
for
love,
I
followed
him.
But
he
hath
chid
me
hence,
and
threatened
me
To
strike
me,
spurn
me,
nay,
to
kill
me
too:
And
now,
so
you
will
let
me
quiet
go,
To
Athens
will
I
bear
my
folly
back,
And
follow
you
no
farther.
Let
me
go:
You
see
how
simple
and
how
fond
I
am.
Her.
Why,
get
you
gone.
Who
is't
that
hinders
you
Hel.
A
foolish
heart
that
I
leave
here
behind.
Her.
What!
with
Lysander?
Hel.
With
Demetrius.
part.
Hal.
O,
when
she's
angry,
she
is
keen
and
shrewd.
She
was
a
vixen,
when
she
went
to
school;
And,
though
she
be
but
little,
she
is
fierce.
Her.
Little
again?
Nothing
but
low
and
little
?—
(460_2_2.045,
arcedscore)
|
188 |
You,
perhaps,
may
think,
Because
she's
something
lower
than
myself,
That
I
can
match
her.
(460_2_2.045,
underline)
|
15 |
part.
Hal.
O,
when
she's
angry,
she
is
keen
and
shrewd.
She
was
a
vixen,
when
she
went
to
school;
And,
though
she
be
but
little,
she
is
fierce.
Her.
Little
again?
Nothing
but
low
and
little
?—
(460_2_2.045,
score)
|
38 |
She
was
a
vixen,
when
she
went
to
school;
And,
though
she
be
but
little,
she
is
fierce.
(460_2_2.045,
checkmark)
|
18 |
Obe.
This
is
thy
negligence;
still
thou
mistak'st,
Or
else
committ'st
thy
knaveries
wilfully.
Puck.
Believe
me,
king
of
shadows,
I
mistook.
Did
not
you
tell
me
I
should
know
the
man
By
the
Athenian
garments
he
had
on?
And
so
far
blameless
proves
my
enterprise,
That
I
have
'nointed
an
Athenian's
eyes;
And
so
far
am
I
glad
it
so
did
sort,
As
this
their
jangling
I
esteem
a
sport.
Obe.
Thou
see'st,
these
lovers
seek
a
place
to
fight.
Hie,
therefore,
Robin,
overcast
the
night;
The
starry
welkin
cover
thou
anon
With
drooping
fog,
as
black
as
Acheron;
And
lead
these
testy
rivals
so
astray,
As
one
come
not
within
another's
way.
Anciently
knot-grass
was
believed
to
prevent
the
growth
of
children.
Pretend.
Aby
it,
for
abide
it,
i.e.
pay
dearly
for
it,
rue
it.
Chance,
fall
out;
from
sort
(French).
(460_2_2.046,
score2)
|
143 |
And
so
far
am
I
glad
it
so
did
sort,
As
this
their
jangling
I
esteem
a
sport.
(460_2_2.046,
checkmark)
|
18 |
Tita.
My
Oberon!
what
visions
have
I
seen!
Methought
I
was
enamored
of
an
ass.
(460_2_2.053,
arcedscoresinout)
|
15 |
O,
how
mine
eyes
do
loath
his
visage
now!
(460_2_2.053,
arcedscoresinout)
|
9 |
Of
hounds
and
echo
in
conjunction.
Hip.
I
was
with
Hercules,
and
Cadmus,
once,
When
in
a
wood
of
Crete
they
bayed
the
bear
With
hounds
of
Sparta.
Never
did
I
hear
(460_2_2.054,
score)
|
32 |
Such
gallant
chiding;
for,
besides
the
groves,
(460_2_2.054,
score2)
|
7 |
The
skies,
the
fountains,
every
region
near
Seemed
all
one
mutual
cry.
I
never
heard
So
musical
a
discord,
such
sweet
thunder.
(460_2_2.054,
score)
|
22 |
Slow
in
pursuit,
but
matched
in
mouth
like
bells,
Each
under
each.
A
cry
more
tunable
(460_2_2.054,
checkmark)
|
16 |
The
lunatic,
the
lover,
and
the
poet,
Are
of
imagination
all
compact
One
sees
more
devils
than
vast
hell
can
hold;
(460_2_2.059,
score2)
|
21 |
The.
I
will
hear
that
play;
For
never
any
thing
can
be
amiss,
When
simpleness
and
duty
tender
it.
Go,
bring
them
in
;—and
take
your
places,
ladies.
(460_2_2.062,
score)
|
28 |
Our
sport
shall
be,
to
take
what
they
mistake;
And
what
poor
duty
cannot
do,
Noble
respect
takes
it
in
might,
not
merit.
Where
I
have
come,
great
clerks
have
purposed
To
greet
me
with
premeditated
welcomes;
Where
I
have
seen
them
shiver
and
look
pale,
Make
periods
in
the
midst
of
sentences,
Throttle
their
practised
accent
in
their
fears,
And,
in
conclusion,
dumbly
have
broke
off,
Not
paying
me
a
welcome;
trust
me,
sweet,
Out
of
this
silence,
yet,
I
picked
a
welcome;
And
in
the
modesty
of
fearful
duty
I
read
as
much,
as
from
the
rattling
tongue
Of
saucy
and
audacious
eloquence.
Love,
therefore,
and
tongue-tied
simplicity,
In
least
speak
most,
to
my
capacity.
(460_2_2.062,
score)
|
117 |
The.
I
wonder
if
the
lion
be
to
speak.
Dem.
No
wonder,
my
lord.
One
lion
may,
when
many
asses
do.
Wall.
"In
this
same
interlude,
it
doth
befall,
"That
I,
one
Snout
by
name,
present
a
wall:
(460_2_2.064,
checkmark)
|
38 |
Lys.
Less
than
an
ace,
man;
for
he
is
dead;
he
is
nothing.
(460_2_2.069,
checkmark)
|
13 |
Enter
PUCK.
Puck.
Now
the
hungry
lion
roars,
And
the
wolf
behowls
the
moon;
Whilst
the
heavy
ploughman
snores,
All
with
weary
task
foredone.
Now
the
wasted
brands
do
glow,
Whilst
the
screech-owl,
screeching
loud,
Puts
the
wretch
that
lies
in
woe,
In
remembrance
of
a
shroud.
Now
it
is
the
time
of
night,
That
the
graves
all
gaping
wide,
Every
one
lets
forth
his
sprite,
In
the
church-way
paths
to
glide;
And
we
fairies,
that
do
run,
By
the
triple
Hecat's
team,
From
the
presence
of
the
sun,
Following
darkness
like
a
dream,
Now
are
frolic.
Not
a
mouse
Shall
disturb
this
hallowed
house;
I
am
sent,
with
broom,
before,
To
sweep
the
dust
behind
the
door.
(460_2_2.071,
checkmark)
|
118 |
And
the
huge
army
of
the
world's
desires,—
(460_2_2.077,
crosschecks2)
|
8 |
Biron.
By
yea
and
nay,
sir,
then
I
swore
in
jest.
What
is
the
end
of
study?
Let
me
know.
King.
Why,
that
to
know,
which
else
we
should
not
know.
Biron.
Things
hid
and
barred,
you
mean,
from
common
sense?
King.
Ay,
that
is
study's
godlike
recompense.
Biron.
Come
on
then;
I
will
swear
to
study
so,
To
know
the
thing
I
am
forbid
to
know.
As
thus—
To
study
where
I
well
may
dine,
When
I
to
feast
expressly
am
forbid;
(460_2_2.078,
score)
|
83 |
And
train
our
intellects
to
vain
delight.
Biron.
Why,
all
delights
are
vain;
but
that
most
vain,
Which,
with
pain
purchased,
doth
inherit
pain.
As,
painfully
to
pore
upon
a
book,
(460_2_2.079,
arcedscore)
|
31 |
Study
is
like
the
heaven's
glorious
sun,
That
will
not
be
deep-searched
with
saucy
looks.
Small
have
continual
plodders
ever
won,
Save
base
authority
from
others'
books.
These
earthly
godfathers
of
heaven's
lights,
That
give
a
name
to
every
fixed
star,
Have
no
more
profit
of
their
shining
nights,
Than
those
that
walk,
and
wot
not
what
they
are.
Too
much
to
know,
is,
to
know
nought
but
fame;
And
every
godfather
can
give
a
name.
(460_2_2.079,
score)
|
76 |
Too
much
to
know,
is,
to
know
nought
but
fame;
(460_2_2.079,
underline)
|
10 |
King.
How
well
he's
read,
to
reason
against
reading!
(460_2_2.079,
checkmark)
|
9 |
'Tis
won,
as
towns
with
fire;
so
won,
so
lost.
King.
We
must,
of
force,
dispense
with
this
decree;
She
must
lie
here
on
mere
necessity.
Biron.
Necessity
will
make
us
all
forsworn
Three
thousand
times
within
this
three
years'
(460_2_2.081,
diagonalscore)
|
40 |
but
by
special
grace.
(460_2_2.081,
underline)
|
4 |
From
tawny
Spain,
lost
in
the
world's
debate.
(460_2_2.082,
checkmark2)
|
8 |
world's
debate.
(460_2_2.082,
underline)
|
2 |
Arm.
I
am
ill
at
reckoning;
it
fitteth
the
spirit
of
a
tapster.
(460_2_2.087,
checkmark)
|
13 |
Prin.
Such
short-lived
wits
do
wither
as
they
grow.
(460_2_2.093,
score)
|
9 |
And
wear
his
colors
like
a
tumbler's
hoop!
What?
I!
I
love!
I
sue!
I
seek
a
wife!
A
woman,
that
is
like
a
German
clock,
Still
a-repairing;
ever
out
of
frame;
And
never
going
aright,
being
a
watch,
But
being
watched
that
it
may
still
go
right!
(460_2_2.106,
score)
|
48 |
Boyet.
Do
not
curst
wives
hold
that
self-sovereignty
Only
for
praise'
sake,
when
they
strive
to
be
Lords
o'er
their
lords?
(460_2_2.108,
score)
|
21 |
At
the
first
opening
of
the
gorgeous
east,
(460_2_2.126,
checkmark)
|
8 |
gorgeous
east,
(460_2_2.126,
underline)
|
2 |
Biron.
Devils
soonest
tempt,
resembling
spirits
of
light.
(460_2_2.126,
crosschecks2)
|
8 |
Hol.
He
draweth
out
the
thread
of
his
verbosity
(460_2_2.131,
checkmark)
|
9 |
[They
converse
apart.
Boyet.
The
tongues
of
mocking
wenches
are
as
keen
As
is
the
razor's
edge
invisible,
Cutting
a
smaller
hair
than
may
be
seen;
Above
the
sense
of
sense.
So
sensible
Seemeth
their
conference;
their
conceits
have
wings,
Fleeter
than
arrows,
bullets,
wind,
thought,
swifter
things.
(460_2_2.144,
score)
|
48 |
Biron.
This
fellow
pecks
up
wit,
as
pigeons
peas;
And
utters
it
again
when
Jove
doth
please.
He
is
wit's
pedler,
and
retails
his
wares
At
wakes
and
wassels,
meetings,
markets,
fairs;
And
we
that
sell
by
gross,
the
Lord
doth
know,
Have
not
the
grace
to
grace
it
with
such
show.
This
gallant
pins
the
wenches
on
his
sleeve:
Had
he
been
Adam,
he
had
tempted
Eve.
He
can
carve
too,
and
lisp.
Why
this
is
he
That
kissed
away
his
hand
in
courtesy;
This
is
the
ape
of
form,
monsieur
the
nice,
That,
when
he
plays
at
tables,
chides
the
dice
In
honorable
terms;
nay,
he
can
sing
A
mean
most
meanly;
and,
in
ushering,
Mend
him
who
can.
The
ladies
call
him
sweet;
The
stairs,
as
he
treads
on
them,
kiss
his
feet.
This
is
the
flower
that
smiles
on
every
one,
To
show
his
teeth
as
white
as
whalës
bone;
(460_2_2.146,
score)
|
154 |
Biron.
This
fellow
pecks
up
wit,
as
pigeons
peas;
And
utters
it
again
when
Jove
doth
please.
He
is
wit's
pedler,
and
retails
his
wares
At
wakes
and
wassels,
meetings,
markets,
fairs;
And
we
that
sell
by
gross,
the
Lord
doth
know,
Have
not
the
grace
to
grace
it
with
such
show.
This
gallant
pins
the
wenches
on
his
sleeve:
Had
he
been
Adam,
he
had
tempted
Eve.
(460_2_2.146,
score)
|
68 |
Biron.
This
fellow
pecks
up
wit,
as
pigeons
peas;
And
utters
it
again
when
Jove
doth
please.
He
is
wit's
pedler,
and
retails
his
wares
At
wakes
and
wassels,
meetings,
markets,
fairs;
(460_2_2.146,
score)
|
32 |
Dum.
I
think,
Hector
was
not
so
clean-timbered.
Long.
His
leg
is
too
big
for
Hector.
(460_2_2.157,
checkmark)
|
16 |
A
jest's
prosperity
lies
in
the
ear
Of
him
that
hears
it,
never
in
the
tongue
Of
him
that
makes
it.
Then,
if
sickly
ears,
(460_2_2.163,
scoresinout)
|
25 |
This
side
is
Hiems,
winter;
this
Ver,
the
spring;
the
one
maintained
by
the
owl,
the
other
by
the
cuckoo.
Ver,
begin.
(460_2_2.164,
score)
|
22 |
What
many
men
desire.—
That
many
may
be
meant
By
the
fool
multitude,
that
choose
by
show,
Not
learning
more
than
the
fond
eye
doth
teach;
Which
pries
not
to
the
interior,
but,
like
the
martlet,
Builds
in
the
weather
on
the
outward
wall,
Even
in
the
force
and
road
of
casualty.
I
will
not
choose
what
many
men
desire,
Because
I
will
not
jump
with
common
spirits,
And
rank
me
with
the
barbarous
multitudes.
Why,
then
to
thee,
thou
silver
treasure-house!
(460_2_2.204,
score)
|
82 |
Which
pries
not
to
the
interior,
but,
like
the
martlet,
Builds
in
the
weather
on
the
outward
wall,
Even
in
the
force
and
road
of
casualty.
(460_2_2.204,
score)
|
26 |
barbarous
multitudes.
(460_2_2.204,
underline)
|
2 |
Salan.
And
Shylock,
for
his
own
part,
knew
the
bird
was
fledged;
and
then
it
is
the
complexion
of
them
all
to
leave
the
dam.
(460_2_2.208,
score)
|
25 |
SONG.
Tell
me,
where
is
fancy
bred,
Or
in
the
heart,
or
in
the
head
?
How
begot,
how
nourished
?
Reply,
reply.
It
is
engendered
in
the
eyes,
With
gazing
fed;
and
fancy.
dies
In
the
cradle
where
it
lies.
Let
us
all
ring
fancy's
knell;
I'll
begin
it,—
Ding,
dong,
bell.
(460_2_2.213,
brokenscore)
|
53 |
If
their
purgation
did
consist
in
words,
They
are
as
innocent
as
grace
itself.—
Let
it
suffice
thee,
that
I
trust
thee
not.
(460_2_2.272,
score)
|
23 |
Your
praise
is
come
too
swiftly
home
before
you.
Know
you
not,
master,
to
some
kind
of
men
Their
graces
serve
them
but
as
enemies?
No
more
do
yours;
your
virtues,
gentle
master,
Are
sanctified
and
holy
traitors
to
you.
O,
what
a
world
is
this,
when
what
is
comely
Envenoms
him
that
bears
it!
Orl.
Why,
what's
the
matter?
(460_2_2.278,
score)
|
60 |
O,
what
a
world
is
this,
when
what
is
comely
Envenoms
him
that
bears
it!
(460_2_2.278,
score)
|
15 |
Envenoms
him
that
bears
it!
(460_2_2.278,
score2)
|
5 |
many
matters
as
he;
but
I
give
Heaven
thanks,
and
make
no
boast
of
them.
Come,
warble,
come.
(460_2_2.284,
score)
|
18 |
Jaq.
What,
for
a
counter,
would
I
do,
but
good?
Duke
S.
Most
mischievous,
foul
sin,
in
chiding
sin;
For
thou
thyself
hast
been
a
libertine,
(460_2_2.288,
score)
|
26 |
Touch.
Truly,
shepherd,
in
respect
of
itself,
it
is
a
good
life;
but
in
respect
that
it
is
a
shepherd's
life,
it
is
naught.
In
respect
that
it
is
solitary,
I
like
it
very
well;
but
in
respect
that
it
is
private,
it
is
a
very
vile
life.
Now,
in
respect
it
is
in
the
fields,
it
pleaseth
me
well;
but
in
respect
it
is
not
in
the
court,
it
is
tedious.
As
it
is
a
spare
life,
look
you,
it
fits
my
humor
well;
but
as
there
is
no
more
plenty
in
it,
it
goes
much
against
my
stomach.
Hast
any
philosophy
in
thee,
shepherd?
(460_2_2.294,
score)
|
106 |
Orl.
I
will
chide
no
breather
in
the
world,
but
myself
against
whom
I
know
most
faults.
(460_2_2.302,
score)
|
17 |
Ros.
Yes,
one;
and
in
this
manner.
He
was
to
imagine
me
his
love,
his
mistress;
and
I
set
him
every
day
to
woo
me
:
At
which
time
would
I,
being
but
a
moonish
youth,
grieve,
be
effeminate,
changeable,
longing,
and
liking;
proud,
fantastical,
apish,
shallow,
inconstant,
full
of
tears,
full
of
smiles;
for
every
passion
something,
and
for
no
passion
truly
any
thing,
as
boys
and
women
are
for
the
most
part
cattle
of
this
color;
would
now
like
him,
now
loathe
him;
then
entertain
him,
then
forswear
him;
now
Weep
for
him,
then
spit
at
him;
that
I
drave
my
suitor
from
his
mad
(460_2_2.305,
score)
|
107 |
is
all
these:
but
it
is
a
melancholy
of
mine
own,
compounded
of
many
simples,
extracted
from
many
objects;
and,
indeed,
the
sundry
contemplation
of
my
travels;
which,
by
often
rumination,
wraps
me
in
a
most
humorous
sadness.
(460_2_2.316,
score)
|
38 |
Ros.
A
traveller!
By
my
faith,
you
have
great
reason
to
be
sad;
I
fear
you
have
sold
your
own
lands,
to
see
other
men's;
then,
to
have
seen
much,
and
to
have
nothing,
is"
to
have
rich
eyes
and
poor
hands.
(460_2_2.316,
score)
|
42 |
bid
the
duke
to
the
nuptial.
But,
O,
how
bitter
a
thing
it
is
to
look
into
happiness
through
another
man's
(460_2_2.331,
score3)
|
21 |
Share
with
thy
birthright!
Love
all,
trust
a
few,
(460_2_2.351,
score)
|
9 |
Do
wrong
to
none:
be
able
for
thine
enemy
(460_2_2.351,
score)
|
9 |
Rather
in
power
than
use;
and
keep
thy
friend
(460_2_2.351,
score)
|
9 |
Under
thy
own
life's
key.
Be
checked
for
silence,
(460_2_2.351,
score)
|
9 |
But
never
taxed
for
speech.
What
Heaven
more
will,
(460_2_2.351,
score)
|
9 |
Par.
Let
me
see.
(460_2_2.353,
annotated)
|
4 |
There
shall
your
master
have
a
thousand
loves,
A
mother,
and
a
mistress,
and
a
friend,
A
phoenix,
captain,
and
an
enemy,
A
guide,
a
goddess,
and
a
sovereign,
A
counsellor,
a
traitress,
and
a
dear;
His
humble
ambition,
proud
humility,
His
jarring
concord,
and
his
discord
dulcet,
His
faith,
his
sweet
disaster;
with
a
world
Of
pretty,
fond,
adoptions
christendoms,
That
blinking
Cupid
gossips.
Now
shall
he—
(460_2_2.354,
score)
|
68 |
(Methinks
I
hear
him
now;
his
plausive
words
He
scattered
not
in
ears,
but
grafted
them,
To
grow
there,
and
to
bear,)
Let
me
not
live,—
(460_2_2.358,
score)
|
26 |
On
the
catastrophe
and
heel
of
pastime,
When
it
was
out,—
let
me
not
live,
quoth
he,
After
my
flame
lacks
oil,
to
be
the
snuff
Of
younger
spirits,
whose
apprehensive
senses
All
but
new
things
disdain;
whose
judgments
are
Mere
fathers
of
their
garments;
whose
constancies
Expire
before
their
fashions—
This
he
wished
:
I,
after
him,
do
after
him
wish
too,
Since
I
nor
wax,
nor
honey,
can
bring
home,
I
quickly
were
dissolved
from
my
hive,
(460_2_2.358,
score)
|
79 |
have
friends
for
my
wife's
sake.
Count.
Such
friends
are
thine
enemies,
knave.
(460_2_2.360,
checkmark)
|
13 |
Charbon
(460_2_2.360,
underline)
|
1 |
Poysam
(460_2_2.360,
underline)
|
1 |
Clo.
That
man
should
be
at
woman's
command,
and
yet
no
hurt
done!—
Though
honesty
be
no
puritan,
yet
it
will
do
no
hurt;
it
will
wear
the
surplice
of
humility
over
the
black
gown
of
a
big
heart.—
I
am
going,
forsooth;
the
business
is
for
Helen
to
come
hither.
[Exit
Clown.
Count.
Well,
now.
(460_2_2.362,
score)
|
56 |
Though
honesty
be
no
puritan,
(460_2_2.362,
underline)
|
5 |
highly
fed
and
lowly
taught.
(460_2_2.375,
underline)
|
5 |
Laf.
They
say,
miracles
are
past;
and
we
have
our
philosophical
persons,
to
make
modern
and
familiar
things
supernatural
and
causeless.
Hence
is
it,
that
we
make
trifles
of
terrors;
ensconcing
ourselves
into
seeming
knowledge,
when
we
should
submit
ourselves
to
an
unknown
fear
Par.
Why,
'tis
the
rarest
argument
of
wonder,
that
hath
shot
out
in
our
latter
times.
(460_2_2.377,
score3)
|
60 |
Good
alone
Is
good;—
without
a
name,
vileness
is
so:
(460_2_2.381,
underline)
|
10 |
Debauched
on
every
tomb;
on
every
grave,
A
lying
trophy,
and
as
oft
is
dumb,
Where
dust
and
damned
oblivion
is
the
tomb
Of
honored
bones
indeed.
What
should
be
said?
If
thou
canst
like
this
creature
as
a
maid,
I
can
create
the
rest.
Virtue,
and
she,
(460_2_2.382,
score3)
|
48 |
staggers
and
the
careless
lapse
(460_2_2.382,
underline)
|
5 |
Of
youth
and
ignorance;
both
my
revenge
and
hate,
Loosing
upon
thee
in
the
name
of
justice,
Without
all
terms
of
pity.
Speak;
thine
answer.
(460_2_2.383,
diagonalscore)
|
25 |
Of
youth
and
ignorance;
both
my
revenge
and
hate,
(460_2_2.383,
underline)
|
9 |
I
have
felt
so
many
quirks
of
joy
and
grief,
That
the
first
face
of
neither,
on
the
start,
Can
woman
me
unto't.—
Where
is
my
son,
I
pray
you?
(460_2_2.394,
score)
|
30 |
Can
woman
me
unto't.—
Where
is
my
son,
I
pray
you?
(460_2_2.394,
checkmark)
|
11 |
Mar.
He's
shrewdly
vexed
at
something.
Look,
he
has
spied
us.
(460_2_2.402,
checkmark3)
|
11 |
"
certain
it
is,
that
he
will
steal
himself
into
a
man's
favor,
and,
for
a
week,
escape
a
great
deal
of
discoveries
(460_2_2.406,
checkmark)
|
22 |
1
Lord.
Is
it
possible
he
should
know
what
he
is,
and
be
that
he
is?
[Aside.
(460_2_2.410,
checkmark)
|
17 |
1
Lord.
When
you
have
spoken
it,
'tis
dead,
and
I
am
the
grave
of
it.
(460_2_2.415,
checkmark)
|
16 |
1
Lord.
How
mightily,
sometimes,
we
make
us
comforts
of
our
losses!
(460_2_2.416,
checkmark)
|
12 |
dare
not
shake
the
snow
from
off
their
cassocks,
lest
(460_2_2.419,
checkmark)
|
10 |
For
count
of
this,
the
count's
a
fool,
I
know
it,
Who
pays
before,
but
not
when
he
does
owe
it.
(460_2_2.421,
checkmark)
|
21 |
might
begin
an
impudent
nation.
Fare
you
well,
sir;
I
am
for
France
too;
we
shall
speak
of
you
there.
(460_2_2.424,
score)
|
20 |
Par.
Yet
am
I
thankful:
if
my
heart
were
great,
'Twould
burst
at
this.
Captain
I'll
be
no
more;
But
I
will
eat
and
drink,
and
sleep
as
soft
As
captain
shall:
simply
the
thing
I
am
Shall
make
me
live.
Who
knows
himself
a
braggart,
Let
him
fear
this;
for
it
will
come
to
pass,
That
every
braggart
shall
be
found
an
ass.
Rust,
sword!
cool,
blushes!
and,
Parolles,
live
Safest
in
shame!
Being
fooled,
by
foolery
thrive!
There's
place,
and
means,
for
every
man
alive.
I'll
after
them.
[Exit.
(460_2_2.424,
score2)
|
91 |
From
the
great
compt.
But
love,
that
comes
too
late,
Like
a
remorseful
pardon
slowly
carried,
To
the
great
sender
turns
a
sour
offence,
Crying,
that's
good
that's
gone.
Our
rash
faults
Make
trivial
price
of
serious
things
we
have,
Not
knowing
them,
until
we
know
their
grave.
Oft
our
displeasures,
to
ourselves
unjust,
Destroy
our
friends,
and
after
weep
their
dust.
Our
own
love
waking
cries
to
see
what's
done,
While
shameful
hate
sleeps
out
the
afternoon,
(460_2_2.435,
score)
|
78 |
you
give
me
any
conserves,
give
me
conserves
of
beef.
Ne'er
ask
me
what
raiment
I'll
wear;
for
I
have
no
more
doublets
than
backs,
no
more
stockings
than
legs,
nor
no
more
shoes
than
feet;
nay,
sometimes,
more
feet
than
shoes,
or
such
shoes
as
my
toes
look
through
the
over-leather.
(460_2_2.456,
score)
|
52 |
No
profit
grows
where
is
no
pleasure
ta'en.—
(460_2_2.462,
checkmark)
|
8 |
Pet.
Such
wind
as
scatters
young
men
through
the
world,
(460_2_2.470,
checkmark)
|
10 |
When
did
she
cross
thee
with
a
bitter
word?
Kath.
Her
silence
flouts
me,
and
I'll
be
revenged.
(460_2_2.479,
checkmark)
|
18 |
That
in
a
twink,
she
won
me
to
her
love.
O,
you
are
novices!
'Tis
a
world
to
see,
How
tame,
when
men
and
women
are
alone,
A
meacock
wretch
can
make
the
curstest
shrew.—
Give
me
thy
hand,
Kate!
I
will
unto
Venice,
To
buy
apparel
'gainst
the
wedding-day.—
Provide
the
feast,
father,
and
bid
the
guests;
(460_2_2.488,
score)
|
58 |
Our
purses
shall
be
proud,
our
garments
poor;
(460_2_2.519,
checkmark)
|
8 |
so
rare—
I
know
not
what
to
say.—
We
will
give
you
sleepy
drinks;
that
your
senses,
unintelligent
of
our
insufficience,
may,
though
they
cannot
praise
us,
as
little
accuse
us.
(460_3_3.007,
score)
|
31 |
they
should
desire
to
live.
Arch.
If
the
king
had
no
son,
they
would
desire
to
live
on
crutches
till
he
had
one.
[Exeunt.
(460_3_3.008,
score)
|
24 |
Go
hence
in
debt.
And
therefore,
like
a
cipher,
Yet
standing
in
rich
place,
I
multiply,
With
one
we-thank-you,
many
thousands
more
(460_3_3.009,
diagonalscore)
|
22 |
Pol.
We
were,
fair
queen,
Two
lads
that
thought
there
was
no
more
behind,
But
such
a
day
to-morrow
as
to-day,
And
to
be
boy
eternal.
(460_3_3.011,
diagonalscore)
|
26 |
Pol.
O,
my
most
sacred
lady,
Temptations
have
since
then
been
born
to
us;
for
In
those
unfledged
days
was
my
wife
a
girl;
(460_3_3.011,
diagonalscore2)
|
24 |
More
than
the
common
blocks.—
Not
noted,
is't,
But
of
the
finer
natures?
By
some
severals,
(460_3_3.017,
checkmark)
|
16 |
By
some
severals,
(460_3_3.017,
underline)
|
3 |
Pol.
I
do
believe
thee:
I
saw
his
heart
in
his
face.
Give
me
thy
hand;
(460_3_3.024,
checkmark)
|
16 |
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
dishonored
by
a
man
which
ever
Professed
to
him,
why,
his
revenges
must
(460_3_3.024,
score)
|
46 |
Alack,
for
lesser
knowledge!
How
accursed,
In
being
so
blest!—
There
maybe
in
the
cup
A
spider
steeped,
and
one
may
drink;
depart,
And
yet
partake
no
venom;
for
his
Is
not
infected:
but
if
one
present
The
abhorred
ingredient
to
his
eye;
make
known,
How
he
hath
drunk,
he
cracks
his
gorge,
his
sides
With.
violent
hefts.—
I
have
drunk,
and
seen
the
spider,
(460_3_3.027,
score)
|
65 |
That
mercy
does;
for
calumny
will
sear
Virtue
itself;—
these
shrugs,
these
hums,
and
ha's,
When
you
have
said,
she's
goodly,
come
between,
(460_3_3.028,
score)
|
23 |
You
scarce
can
right
me
throughly,
then,
to
say
You
did
mistake.
(460_3_3.029,
score)
|
12 |
I
must
be
patient
till
the
heavens
look
With
an
aspect
more
favorable.
—
Good
my
lords,
I
am
not
prone
to
weeping,
as
our
sex
Commonly
are;
the
want
of
which
vain
dew,
Perchance,
shall
dry
your
pities:
but
I
have
(460_3_3.029,
score)
|
42 |
—
(460_3_3.029,
strikethrough)
|
1 |
You
smell
this
business
with
a
sense
as
cold
As
is
a
dead
man's
nose;
but
I
do
see't
and
feel't,
As
you
feel
doing
thus;
and
see
withal
(460_3_3.030,
score)
|
29 |
The
silence
often
of
pure
innocence
Persuades,
when
speaking
fails.
(460_3_3.033,
score2)
|
10 |
Paul.
Forever
Unvenerable
be
thy
hands,
if
thou
Tak'st
up
the
princess,
by
that
forced
baseness
Which
he
has
put
upon't!
Leon.
He
dreads
his
wife.
(460_3_3.037,
diagonalscore)
|
26 |
For
most
it
caught
me—
the
celestial
habits
(Methinks
I
so
should
term
them)
and
the
reverence
Of
the
grave
wearers.
O,
the
sacrifice!
How
ceremonious,
solemn,
and
unearthly
It
was
i'
the
offering!
Cleo.
But
of
all,
the
burst
(460_3_3.042,
score)
|
40 |
False
accusation
blush,
and
tyranny
Tremble
at
patience.—
You,
my
lord,
best
know
(460_3_3.044,
checkmark)
|
13 |
To
prate
and
talk
for
life,
and
honor,
'fore
Who
please
to
come
and
hear.
For.
life,
I
prize
it
As
I
weigh
grief,
which
I
would
spare;
for
honor
'Tis
a
derivative
from
me
to
mine,
And
only
that
I
stand
for.
I
appeal
To
your
own
conscience,
sir,
before
Polixenes
(460_3_3.044,
score)
|
52 |
As
I
weigh
grief,
which
I
would
spare;
for
honor
'Tis
a
derivative
from
me
to
mine,
And
only
that
I
stand
for.
I
appeal
To
your
own
conscience,
sir,
before
Polixenes
(460_3_3.044,
score)
|
32 |
Though
'tis
a
saying,
sir,
due
to
me.
Leon.
You
will
not
own
it.
Her.
More
than
mistress
of,
(460_3_3.044,
score)
|
19 |
All
faults
I
make,
when
I
shall
come
to
know
them,
I
do
repent.
Alas,
I
have
showed
too
much
(460_3_3.050,
checkmark)
|
20 |
when
I
shall
come
to
know
them,
(460_3_3.050,
underline)
|
7 |
lesser
linen.
My
father
named
me
Autolycus;
who,
being,
as
I
am,
littered
under
Mercury,
was
likewise
a
snapper-up
of
unconsidered
trifles.
With
dye,
and
(460_3_3.059,
checkmark)
|
25 |
Pol.
Say,
there
be;
Yet
nature
is
made
better
by
no
mean,
But
nature
makes
that
mean;
so,
o'er
that
art,
Which,
you
say,
adds
to
nature,
is
an
art
That
nature
makes.
You
see,
sweet
maid,
we
marry
A
gentler
scion
to
the
wildest
stock;
And
make
conceive
a
bark
of
baser
kind
By
bud
of
nobler
race.
This
is
an
art
Which
does
mend
nature,—
change
it
rather:
but
The
art
itself
is
nature.
(460_3_3.065,
score2)
|
76 |
Yet
nature
is
made
better
by
no
mean,
But
nature
makes
that
mean;
so,
o'er
that
art,
(460_3_3.065,
enclosure)
|
17 |
dibble
(460_3_3.065,
underline)
|
1 |
Flo.
It
cannot
fail,
but
by
The
violation
of
my
faith;
and
then
Let
nature
crush
the
sides
o'
the
earth
together,
And
mar
the
seeds
within!—
Lift
up
thy
looks;—
From
my
succession
wipe
me,
father!
I
Am
heir
to
my
affection.
Cam.
Be
advised.
(460_3_3.078,
score)
|
46 |
I
needs
must
think
it
honesty.
Camillo,
Not
for
Bohemia,
nor
the
pomp
that
may
Be
thereat
gleaned;
for
all
the
sun
sees,
or
The
close
earth
wombs,
or
the
profound
seas
hide
In
unknown
fathoms,
will
I
break
my
oath
To
this
my
fair
be
beloved.
Therefore,
I
pray
you,
As
you
have
e'er
been
my
father's
honored
friend,
When
he
shall
miss
me,
(as,
in
faith,
I
mean
not
To
see
him
any
more,)
cast
your
good
counsels
Upon
his
passion.
Let
myself
and
fortune
(460_3_3.078,
score)
|
87 |
Where
you'll
be
loath
to
be:
Besides,
you
know,
Prosperity's
the
very
bond
of
love;
Whose
fresh
complexion
and
whose
heart
together
(460_3_3.081,
diagonalscore)
|
22 |
Do,
as
the
Heavens
have
done;
forget
your
evil:
With
them,
forgive
yourself.
Leon.
Whilst
I
remember
Her
and
her
virtues,
I
cannot
forget
My
blemishes
in
them;
and
so
still
think
of
The
wrong
I
did
myself;
which
was
so
much,
That
heirless
it
hath
made
my
kingdom;
and
Destroyed
the
sweet'st
companion
that
e'er
man
Bred
his
hopes
out
of.
Paul.
True,
too
true,
my
lord.
(460_3_3.090,
diagonalscore)
|
68 |
Do,
as
the
Heavens
have
done;
(460_3_3.090,
underline)
|
6 |
Her
and
her
virtues,
I
cannot
forget
My
blemishes
in
them;
and
so
still
think
of
The
wrong
I
did
myself;
which
was
so
much,
That
heirless
it
hath
made
my
kingdom;
and
Destroyed
the
sweet'st
companion
that
e'er
man
Bred
his
hopes
out
of.
Paul.
True,
too
true,
my
lord.
(460_3_3.090,
diagonalscore)
|
51 |
As
every
present
time
doth
boast
itself
Above
a
better,
gone;
so
must
thy
grave
Give
way
to
what's
seen
now.
Sir,
you
yourself
Have
said,
and
writ
so,
(but
your
writing
now
(460_3_3.093,
score2)
|
33 |
statue,
which
is
in
the
keeping
of
Paulina,—
a
piece
many
years
in
doing,
and
now
newly
performed
by
that
rare
Italian
master,
Julio
Romano;
who,
had
he
(460_3_3.100,
checkmark)
|
28 |
You
precious
winners
all;
your
exultation
Partake
to
every
one.
I,
an
old
turtle,
Will
wing
me
to
some
withered
bough;
and
there
My
mate,
that's
never
to
be
found
again,
Lament
till
I
am
lost.
(460_3_3.107,
score)
|
36 |
Bast.
Go,
bear
him
in
thine
arms.—
I
am
amazed,
methinks,
and
lose
my
way
Among
the
thorns
and
dangers
of
this
world.—
How
easy
dost
thou
take
all
England
up:
(460_3_3.336,
score2)
|
31 |
Nor.
A
heavy
sentence,
my
most
sovereign
liege,
(460_3_3.374,
checkmark)
|
8 |
Gaunt.
All
places
that
the
eye
of
heaven
visits,
(460_3_3.377,
checkmark)
|
9 |
Gaunt.
Methinks
I
am
a
prophet
new
inspired;
And
thus,
expiring,
do
foretell
of
him.
(460_3_3.382,
checkmark)
|
15 |
To
make
a
second
fall
of
cursed
man?
(460_3_3.420,
underline)
|
8 |
No
deeper
wrinkles
yet?
Hath
sorrow
struck
So
many
blows
upon
this
face
of
mine,
And
made
no
deeper
wounds?-
O,
flattering
glass,
Like
to
my
followers
in
prosperity,
(460_3_3.430,
score)
|
29 |
Boling.
The
shadow
of
your
sorrow
hath
destroyed
The
shadow
of
your
face.
K.
Rich.
Say
that
again.
(460_3_3.430,
score)
|
18 |
York.
Then,
as
I
said,
the
duke,
great
Bolingbroke,—
Mounted
upon
a
hot
and
fiery
steed,
(460_3_3.436,
checkmark)
|
16 |
And,
for
they
cannot,
die
in
their
own
pride.
Thoughts
tending
to
content,
flatter
themselves,—
That
they
are
not
the
first
of
fortune's
slaves,
Nor
shall
not
be
the
last;
like
silly
beggars,
Who,
sitting
in
the
stocks,
refuge
their
shame,—
(460_3_3.446,
score)
|
41 |
And
straight
am
nothing.—
But
whate'er
I
am,
Nor
I,
nor
any
man,
that
but
man
is,
With
nothing
shall
be
pleased,
till
he
be
eased
With
being
nothing.—
Music
do
I
hear?
[Music.
Ha,
ha!
keep
time.—
How
sour
sweet
music
is,
(460_3_3.446,
score)
|
43 |
For
some
displeasing
service
I
have
done,
(460_3_3.514,
diagonalscore)
|
7 |
If
not,
the
end
of
life
cancels
all
bands;
(460_3_3.518,
score3)
|
9 |
O,
FOR
a
muse
of
fire,
that
would
ascend
The
brightest
heaven
of
invention!
(460_4_4.117,
checkmark)
|
14 |
The
perilous,
narrow
ocean
parts
asunder.
Piece
out
our
imperfections
with
your
thoughts;
(460_4_4.117,
checkmark)
|
13 |
Turning
the
accomplishment
of
many
years
Into
an
hour-glass.
For
the
which
supply,
(460_4_4.118,
checkmark)
|
13 |
So
that
the
art
and
practic
part
of
life
Must
be
the
mistress
to
his
theoric;
(460_4_4.120,
score)
|
16 |
Ely.
The
strawberry
grows
underneath
the
nettle;
And
wholesome
berries
thrive
and
ripen
best,
Neighbored
by
fruit
of
baser
quality.
And
so
the
prince
obscured
his
contemplation
Under
the
veil
of
wildness;
which,
no
doubt,
Grew
like
the
summer
grass,
fastest
by
night,
Unseen,
yet
crescive
in
his
faculty.
(460_4_4.120,
score)
|
49 |
Cant.
It
must
be
so;
for
miracles
are
ceased;
And
therefore
we
must
needs
admit
the
means,
(460_4_4.120,
mark)
|
17 |
'Gainst
him,
whose
wrongs
give
edge
unto
the
swords
That
make
such
waste
in
brief
mortality.
(460_4_4.122,
checkmark)
|
16 |
Charles
the
Great,
(460_4_4.123,
underline)
|
3 |
Now
thrive
the
armorers,
(460_4_4.131,
underline)
|
4 |
And
thus
thy
fall
hath
left
a
kind
of
blot,
To
mark
the
full-fraught
man,
and
best
endued,
With
some
suspicion.
I
will
weep
for
thee;
For
this
revolt
of
thine,
methinks,
is
like
(460_4_4.142,
score)
|
34 |
Another
fall
of
man.
(460_4_4.142,
underline)
|
4 |
God,
God!
three
or
four
times:
now
I,
to
comfort
him,
bid
him,
'a
should
not
think
of
God;
I
hoped
there
was
no
need
to
trouble
himself
with
any
such
(460_4_4.145,
checkmark2)
|
31 |
'a
should
not
think
of
God;
(460_4_4.145,
underline)
|
6 |
If
ever
thou
be'st
mine,
Kate,
(as
I
have
a
saving
faith
within
me,
tells
me,
ߜthou
shalt,)
I
get
thee
with
scambling
(460_4_4.219,
sidewayscaret)
|
23 |
breeder.
Shall
not
thou
and
I,
between
saint
Dennis
and
saint
George,
compound
a
boy,
half
French,
half
(460_4_4.219,
checkmark)
|
18 |
I
lay
unto
the
grievous
charge
of
others.
Clarence,
—whom
I,
indeed,
have
laid
in
darkness,
(460_5_5.031,
diagonalscore)
|
16 |
True
hope
is
swift,
and
flies
with
swallow's
wings;
Kings
it
makes
gods,
and
meaner
creatures
kings.
(460_5_5.114,
score3)
|
17 |
Shone
down
the
English;
and,
to-morrow,
they
Made
Britain,
India;
every
man,
that
stood,
(460_5_5.137,
score2)
|
14 |
Out
of
his
self-drawing
web,
he
gives
us
note,
The
force
of
his
own
merit
makes
his
way;
(460_5_5.138,
score)
|
18 |
It
reaches
far;
and
where
'twill
not
extend,
Thither
he
darts
it.
Bosom
up
my
counsel;
(460_5_5.140,
score2)
|
16 |
Can
advise
me
like
you;
be
to
yourself
As
you
would
to
your
friend.
(460_5_5.141,
checkmark)
|
14 |
As
give
a
crutch
to
the
dead.
But
our
count
cardinal
(460_5_5.142,
score3)
|
11 |
That
virtue
must
go
through.
We
must
not
stint
Our
necessary
actions,
in
the
fear
To
cope
malicious
censurers;
which
ever,
As
ravenous
fishes,
do
a
vessel
follow
That
is
new
trimmed;
but
benefit
no
further
Than
vainly
longing.
What
we
oft
do
best,
By
sick
interpreters,
once
weak
ones,
is
Not
ours,
or
not
allowed;
what
worst,
as
oft,
Hitting
a
grosser
quality,
is
cried
up
For
our
best
act.
If
We
shall
stand
still,
In
fear
our
motion
will
be
mocked
or
carped
at
(460_5_5.147,
score)
|
86 |
[To
the
Secretary.
Let
there
be
letters
writ
to
every
shire,
Of
the
king's
grace
and
pardon.
The
grieved
commons
Hardly
conceive
of
me;
let
it
be
noised,
That,
through
our
intercession,
this
revokement
And
pardon
comes.
I
shall
anon
advise
you
(460_5_5.148,
score)
|
42 |
A
little
happier
than
my
wretched
father:
Yet
thus
far
we
are
one
in
fortunes
—Both
Fell
by
our
servants,
by
those
men
we
loved
most;
A
most
unnatural
and
faithless
service!
(460_5_5.163,
diagonalscore)
|
32 |
This
from
a
dying
man
receive
as
certain;
Where
you
are
liberal
of
your
loves,
and
counsels,
Be
sure,
you
be
not
loose;
for
those
you
make
friends,
And
give
your
hearts
to,
when
they
once
perceive
The
least
rub
in
your
fortunes,
fall
away
Like
water
from
ye,
never
found
again
But
where
they
mean
to
sink
ye.
All
good
people,
(460_5_5.163,
scoresinout)
|
62 |
2
Gent.
I
am
confident;
You
shall,
sir.
Did
you
not
of
late
days
hear
A
buzzing,
of
a
separation
Between
the
king
and
Katharine?
(460_5_5.164,
score)
|
25 |
Full
of
sad
thoughts
and
troubles.
Nor.
What's
the
cause?
Cham.
It
seems,
the
marriage
with
his
brother's
wife
Has
crept
too
near
his
conscience.
Suf.
No,
his
conscience
Has
crept
too
near
another
lady.
Nor.
'Tis
so;
(460_5_5.165,
score)
|
38 |
There's
places
of
rebuke.
He
was
a
fool;
For
he
would
needs
be
virtuous.
That
good
fellow,
(460_5_5.170,
diagonalscore)
|
17 |
He
was
a
fool;
For
he
would
needs
be
virtuous.
(460_5_5.170,
underline)
|
10 |
She's
a
stranger
now
again.
Anne.
So
much
the
more
Must
pity
drop
upon
her.
Verily,
I
swear,
'tis
better
to
be
lowly
born,
And
range
with
humble
livers
in
content,
Than
to
be
perked
up
in
a
glistering
grief,
(460_5_5.171,
score)
|
40 |
Old
L.
Beshrew
me,
I
would,
And
venture
maidenhead
for't;
and
so
would
you,
For
all
this
spice
of
your
hypocrisy.
You,
that
have
so
fair
parts
of
woman
on
you,
Have
too
a
woman's
heart;
which
ever
yet
Affected
eminence,
wealth,
sovereignty;
Which,
to
say
sooth,
are
blessings;
and
which
gifts
(Saving
your
mincing)
the
capacity
Of
your
soft,
cheveril
conscience
would
receive,
If
you
might
please
to
stretch
it.
(460_5_5.171,
score)
|
71 |
You,
that
have
so
fair
parts
of
woman
on
you,
Have
too
a
woman's
heart;
which
ever
yet
Affected
eminence,
wealth,
sovereignty;
Which,
to
say
sooth,
are
blessings;
and
which
gifts
(Saving
your
mincing)
the
capacity
(460_5_5.171,
score)
|
36 |
Or
made
it
not
mine
too?
Or
which
of
your
friends
Have
I
not
strove
to
love,
although
I
knew
He
were
mine
enemy?
What
friend
of
mine,
That
had
to
him
derived
your
anger,
did
I
Continue
in
my
liking?
nay,
gave
notice
He
was
from
thence
discharged?
Sir,
call
to
mind
(460_5_5.176,
score)
|
53 |
To
oppose
your
cunning.
You
are
meek
and
humble
mouthed;
You
sign
your
place
and
calling,
in
full
seeming,
With
meekness
and
humility;
but
your
heart
Is
crammed
with
arrogancy,
spleen,
and
pride.
You
have,
by
fortune,
and
his
highness'
favors,
(460_5_5.178,
score)
|
41 |
I
have
more
charity.
But
say,
I
warned
ye;
Take
heed,
for
Heaven's
sake,
take
heed,
lest
at
once
The
burden
of
my
sorrows
fall
upon
ye.
(460_5_5.186,
score)
|
27 |
Take
heed,
for
Heaven's
sake,
take
heed,
lest
at
once
The
burden
of
my
sorrows
fall
upon
ye.
(460_5_5.186,
score3)
|
18 |
Make
me
a
curse
like
this.
Cam.
Your
fears
are
worse.
Q.
Kath.
Have
I
lived
thus
long—
(let
me
speak
myself,
Since
virtue
finds
no
friends)
—a
wife,
a
true
one?
A
woman
(I
dare
say,
without
vain-glory)
(460_5_5.187,
score)
|
39 |
And
widow
to
prince
Arthur.
Nor.
This
same
Cranmer's
A
worthy
fellow,
and
hath
ta'en
much
pain
(460_5_5.191,
score)
|
17 |
Cranmer's
A
worthy
fellow,
and
hath
ta'en
much
pain
(460_5_5.191,
underline)
|
9 |
we
shall
see
him,
For
it,
an
archbishop.
(460_5_5.191,
underline)
|
8 |
A
spleeny
Lutheran;
and
not
wholesome
to
(460_5_5.192,
crosschecks2)
|
7 |
A
spleeny
Lutheran;
(460_5_5.192,
underline)
|
3 |
spleeny
(460_5_5.192,
underline)
|
1 |
What
sudden
anger's
this?
how
have
I
reaped
it?
He
parted
frowning
from
me,
as
if
ruin
Leaped
from
his
eyes.
So
looks
the
chafed
lion
Upon
the
daring
huntsman
that
has
galled
him;
Then
makes
him
nothing.
I
must
read
this
paper;
I
fear,
the
story
of
his
anger.
'Tis
so;
This
paper
has
undone
me:—
'Tis
the
account
Of
all
that
world
of
wealth
I
have
drawn
together
For
mine
own
ends;
indeed,
to
gain
the
popedom,
And
fee
my
friends
in
Rome.
O
negligence,
Fit
for
a
fool
to
fall
by!
What
cross
devil
Made
me
put
this
main
secret
in
the
packet
I
sent
the
king?
Is
there
no
way
to
cure
this?
No
new
device
to
beat
this
from
his
brains?
I
know
'twill
stir
him
strongly.
Yet
I
know
A
way,
if
it
take
right,
in
spite
of
fortune,
Will
bring
me
off
again.
What's
this?
To
the
Pope!
The
letter,
as
I
live,
with
all
the
business
I
writ
to
his
holiness.
Nay,
then,
farewell!
I
have
touched
the
highest
point
of
all
my
greatness;
And,
from
that
full
meridian
of
my
glory,
I
haste
now
to
my
setting.
I
shall
fall
Like
a
bright
exhalation
in
the
evening,
And
no
man
see
me
more.
(460_5_5.196,
score)
|
212 |
Of
what
coarse
metal
ye
are
moulded,
—envy.
How
eagerly
ye
follow
my
disgraces,
As
if
it
fed
ye!
And
how
sleek
and
wanton
Ye
appear
in
every
thing
may
bring
my
ruin!
Follow
your
envious
courses,
men
of
malice;
You
have
Christian
warrant
for
them,
and,
no
doubt,
In
time
will
find
their
fit
rewards.
That
seal
(460_5_5.197,
score)
|
58 |
coarse
metal
(460_5_5.197,
underline)
|
2 |
Press
not
a
falling
man
too
far;
'tis
virtue:
His
faults
lie
open
to
the
laws;
let
them,
Not
you,
correct
him.
My
heart
weeps
to
see
him
So
little
of
his
great
self.
(460_5_5.200,
score)
|
34 |
Cromwell,
I
charge
thee,
fling
away
ambition;
By
that
sin
fell
the
angels;
how
can
man,
then,
The
image
of
his
Maker,
hope
to
win
by't?
Love
thyself
last;
cherish
those
hearts
that
hate
thee;
Corruption
wins
not
more
than
honesty;
Still
in
thy
right
hand
carry
gentle
peace,
To
silence
envious
tongues.
Be
just,
and
fear
not;
Let
all
the
ends
thou
aim'st
at,
be
thy
country's,
Thy
God's,
and
truth's;
then
if
thou
fall'st,
O
Cromwell
Thou
fall'st
a
blessed
martyr.
Serve
the
King:
And,
—Pr'ythee,
lead
me
in:
There
take
an
inventory
of
all
I
have
To
the
last
penny:
'tis
the
king's:
my
robe,
And
my
integrity
to
Heaven,
is
all
I
dare
now
call
mine
own.
O
Cromwell,
Cromwell,
Had
I
but
served
my
God
with
half
the
zeal
I
served
my
king,
he
would
not
in
mine
age
Have
left
me
naked
to
mine
enemies.
Crom.
Good
sir,
have
patience.
(460_5_5.204,
score)
|
156 |
Had
the
full
view
of,
such
a
noise
arose
As
the
shrouds
make
at
sea
in
a
stiff
tempest,
As
loud,
and
to
as
many
tunes.
Hats,
cloaks,
(Doublets,
I
think,)
flew
up;
and
had
their
faces
Been
loose,
this
day
they
had
been
lost.
Such
joy
(460_5_5.208,
score)
|
47 |
His
blessed
part
to
Heaven,
and
slept
in
peace.
Kath.
So
may
he
rest;
his
faults
lie
gently
on
him!
Yet
thus
far,
Griffith,
give
me
leave
to
speak
him,
And
yet
with
charity;
—He
was
a
man
Of
an
unbounded
stomach,
ever
ranking
(460_5_5.210,
score)
|
44 |
Both
in
his
words
and
meaning.
He
was
never,
But
where
he
meant
to
ruin,
pitiful.
(460_5_5.211,
diagonalscore)
|
16 |
Give
her
an
hundred
marks.
(460_5_5.222,
underline)
|
5 |
And,
not
reformed,
may
prove
pernicious.
Gar.
Which
reformation
must
be
sudden
too,
My
noble
lords;
for
those
that
tame
wild
horses,
Pace
them
not
in
their
hands
to
make
them
gentle;
But
stop
their
mouths
with
stubborn
bits,
and
spur
them,
Till
they
obey
the
manage.
If
we
suffer
(Out
of
our
easiness,
and
childish
pity
To
one
man's
honor)
this
contagious
sickness,
Farewell,
all
physic;
and
what
follows
then?
Commotions,
uproars,
with
a
general
taint
Of
the
whole
state;
as
of
late
days,
our
neighbors,
The
upper
Germany,
can
dearly
witness,
Yet
freshly
pitied
in
our
memories.
(460_5_5.225,
score)
|
99 |
Poet.
Sir,
I
have
upon
a
high
and
pleasant
hill,
Feigned
Fortune
to
be
throned.
The
base
o'
the
mount
Is
ranked
with
all
deserts,
all
kind
of
natures,
(460_5_5.366,
score)
|
29 |
To
propagate
their
states.
Amongst
them
all,
Whose
eyes
are
on
this
sovereign
lady
fixed,
(460_5_5.366,
score)
|
15 |
Whom
Fortune
with
her
ivory
hand
wafts
to
her;
Whose
present
grace
to
present
slaves
and
servants
(460_5_5.366,
score)
|
17 |
Make
sacred
even
his
stirrup,
and
through
him
Drink
the
free
air.
(460_5_5.366,
score)
|
12 |
'Tis
not
enough
to
help
the
feeble
up,
But
to
support
him
after.—
Fare
you
well.
(460_5_5.367,
score)
|
16 |
Unwisely,
not
ignobly,
have
I
given.
(460_5_5.390,
underline)
|
6 |
Why,
this
Is
the
world's
soul;
(460_5_5.397,
underline)
|
6 |
You
must
consider
that
a
prodigal
course
Is
like
the
sun's;
but
not,
like
his,
recoverable.
(460_5_5.400,
score)
|
16 |
revenge
enough.
Who
can
speak
broader
than
he
that
has
no
house
to
put
his
head
in?
Such
may
rail
against
great
buildings.
(460_5_5.402,
score)
|
23 |
Put
in
now,
Titus.
(460_5_5.403,
underline)
|
4 |
[Throws
the
dishes
at
them,
and
drives
them
out.
(460_5_5.411,
annotated)
|
9 |
O,
the
fierce
wretchedness
that
glory
brings
us!
(460_5_5.414,
checkmark)
|
8 |
Who'd
be
so
mocked
with
glory?
or
to
live
But
in
a
dream
of
friendship?
To
have
his
pomp,
and
all
what
state
compounds,
(460_5_5.414,
checkmark)
|
24 |
Apem.
To
vex
thee.
Tim.
Always
a
villain's
office,
or
a
fool's.
(460_5_5.423,
crosschecks2)
|
12 |
Apem.
Here
is
no
use
for
gold.
Tim.
The
best,
and
truest;
(460_5_5.425,
score)
|
12 |
Apem.
The
middle
of
humanity
thou
never
knewest
(460_5_5.425,
checkmark)
|
8 |
Tim.
Who,
without
those
means
thou
talkest
of,
didst
thou
ever
know
beloved?
(460_5_5.426,
checkmark)
|
13 |
Tim.
I
understand
thee;
thou
hadst
some
means
to
keep
a
dog.
(460_5_5.426,
checkmark)
|
12 |
suspect
thee,
when,
peradventure,
thou
wert
accused
by
the
ass:
if
thou
wert
the
ass,
thy
dulness
would
torment
thee;
and
still
thou
livedst
but
as
a
breakfast
(460_5_5.426,
score)
|
28 |
[Looking
on
the
gold.
'Twixt
natural
son
and
sire!
thou
bright
defiler
Of
Hymen's
purest
bed!
thou
valiant
Mars!
Thou
ever
young,
fresh,
loved,
and
delicate
wooer,
Whose
blush
doth
thaw
the
consecrated
snow
That
lies
on
Dian's
lap!
thou
visible
god,
That
solder'st
close
impossibilities,
And
mak'st
them
kiss!
that
speak'st
with
every
tongue,
To
every
purpose!
O
thou
touch
of
hearts!
Think,
thy
slave
man
rebels;
and
by
thy
virtue
(460_5_5.428,
score)
|
72 |
That
you
are
thieves
professed;
that
you
work
not
In
holier
shapes;
for
there
is
boundless
theft
(460_5_5.429,
score)
|
17 |
The
sun's
a
thief,
and
with
his
great
attraction
Robs
the
vast
sea;
the
moon's
an
arrant
thief,
And
her
pale
fire
she
snatches
from
the
sun;
The
sea's
a
thief,
whose
liquid
surge
resolves
The
moon
into
salt
tears;
the
earth's
a
thief,
That
feeds
and
breeds
by
a
composture
stolen
From
general
excrement;
each
thing's
a
thief;
The
laws,
your
curb
and
whip,
in
their
rough
power
(460_5_5.430,
wavyscore)
|
69 |
But
thieves
do
lose
it.
Steal
not
less,
for
this
(460_5_5.430,
diagonalscore)
|
10 |
o'
the
time:
it
opens
the
eyes
of
expectation;
performance
is
ever
the
duller
for
his
act;
and,
but
in
the
plainer
and
simpler
kind
of
people,
the
deed
of
saying
is
quite
out
of
use.
To
promise
is
most
courtly
and
fashionable;
performance
is
a
kind
of
will
or
testament,
which
argues
a
great
sickness
in
his
judgment
that
makes
it.
(460_5_5.434,
wavyscore)
|
62 |
Tim.
Why,
I
was
writing
of
my
epitaph;
It
will
be
seen
to-morrow.
My
long
sickness
Of
health,
and
living,
now
begins
to
mend,
(460_5_5.440,
checkmark)
|
24 |
And
curse
that
justice
did
it.
Who
deserves
greatness,
Deserves
your
hate;
and
your
affections
are
A
sick
man's
appetite,
who
desires
most
that
(460_5_5.457,
wavyscore)
|
24 |
Cor.
Shall
remain!—
(460_5_5.507,
checkmark)
|
3 |
Triton
of
the
minnows?
(460_5_5.507,
underline)
|
4 |
Were
in
Arabia,
and
thy
tribe
before
him,
His
good
sword
in
his
hand.
(460_5_5.531,
score)
|
14 |
He'd
make
an
end
of
thy
posterity.
(460_5_5.531,
score)
|
7 |
As
I
can
of
those
mysteries
which
Heaven
Will
not
have
earth
to
know.
(460_5_5.531,
score)
|
14 |
3
Serv.
Where
dwellest
thou?
Cor.
Under
the
canopy.
3
Serv.
Under
the
canopy?
Cor.
Ay.
3
Serv.
Where's
that?
Cor.
I'
the
city
of
kites
and
crows.
3
Serv.
I'
the
city
of
kites
and
crows?
—What
an
ass
it
is!
—Then
thou
dwellest
with
daws
too?
(460_5_5.536,
score)
|
48 |
Bears
a
command
in't;
though
thy
tackle's
torn,
(460_5_5.537,
score)
|
8 |
Cor.
My
name
is
Caius
Marcius,
who
hath
done
To
thee
particularly,
and
to
all
the
Volces,
Great
hurt
and
mischief;
thereto
witness
may
My
surname,
Coriolanus.
The
painful
service,
The
extreme
dangers,
and
the
drops
of
blood
Shed
for
my
thankless
country,
are
requited
But
with
that
surname;
a
good
memory,
And
witness
of
the
malice
and
displeasure
Which
thou
shouldst
hear
me.
Only
that
name
remains;
The
cruelty
and
envy
of
the
people,
Permitted
by
our
dastard
nobles,
who
Have
all
forsook
me,
hath
devoured
the
rest;
And
suffered
me
by
the
voice
of
slaves
to
be
Whooped
out
of
Rome.
Now,
this
extremity
Hath
brought
me
to
thy
hearth;
not
out
of
hope—
Mistake
me
not
to
save
my
life;
for
if
I
had
feared
death,
of
all
the
men
i'
the
world
I
would
have
'voided
thee;
but
in
mere
spite,
(460_5_5.537,
score)
|
145 |
Stand
I
before
thee
here.
Then
if
thou
hast
A
heart
of
wreak
in
thee,
that
will
revenge
Thine
own
particular
wrongs,
and
stop
those
maims
Of
shame
seen
through
thy
country,
speed
thee
straight,
And
make
my
misery
serve
thy
turn;
so
use
it,
That
my
revengeful
services
may
prove
As
benefits
to
thee;
for
I
will
fight
Against
my
cankered
country
with
the
spleen
Of
all
the
under-fiends.
But
if
so
be
Thou
dar'st
not
this,
and
that
to
prove
more
fortunes
Thou
art
tired,
then,
in
a
word,
I
also
am
Longer
to
live
most
weary,
and
present
My
throat
to
thee,
and
to
thy
ancient
malice;
Which
not
to
cut,
would
show
thee
but
a
fool;
Since
I
have
ever
followed
thee
with
hate,
Drawn
tuns
of
blood
out
of
thy
country's
breast,
And
cannot
live
but
to
thy
shame,
unless
It
be
to
do
thee
service.
Auf.
O
Marcius,
Marcius,
Each
word
thou
hast
spoke
hath
weeded
from
my
heart
A
root
of
ancient
envy.
If
Jupiter
Should
from
yon
cloud
speak
divine
things,
and
say,
'Tis
true;
I'd
not
believe
them
more
than
thee,
All
noble
Marcius.—
O,
let
me
twine
Mine
arms
about
that
body,
where
against
My
grained
ash
an
hundred
times
hath
broke,
And
scarred
the
moon
with
splinters!
Here
I
clip
The
anvil
of
my
sword;
and
do
contest
As
hotly
and
as
nobly
with
thy
love,
As
ever
in
ambitious
strength
I
did
Contend
against
thy
valor.
Know
thou
first,
I
love
the
maid
I
married;
never
man
Sighed
truer
breath;
but
that
I
see
thee
here,
Thou
noble
thing!
more
dances
my
rapt
heart,
Than
when
I
first
my
wedded
mistress
saw
Bestride
my
threshold.
Why,
thou
Mars!
I
tell
thee,
(460_5_5.538,
score)
|
293 |
Caes.
What
say'st
thou
to
me
now?
Speak
once
again.
Sooth.
Beware
the
ides
of
March.
(460_6_6.010,
score)
|
16 |
Merely
upon
myself.
Vexed
I
am,
Of
late,
with
passions
of
some
difference,
Conceptions
only
proper
to
myself,
Which
give
some
soil,
perhaps,
to
my
behaviors;
But
let
not
therefore
my
good
friends
be
grieved,
(460_6_6.011,
score)
|
35 |
Conceptions
only
proper
to
myself,
(460_6_6.011,
underline)
|
5 |
Cas.
Ay,
do
you
fear
it?
Then
must
I
think
you
would
not
have
it
so.
(460_6_6.012,
score)
|
16 |
I
cannot
tell
what
you
and
other
men
Think
of
this
life;
but,
for
my
single
self,
(460_6_6.012,
score)
|
17 |
he
offered
it
the
third
time;
he
put
it
the
third
time
by;
.and
still,
as
he
refused
it,
the
rabblement
hooted,
and
clapped
their
chapped
hands,
and
threw
up
their
sweaty
night-caps,
and
uttered
such
a
deal
of
stinking
(460_6_6.016,
score)
|
40 |
Casca.
I
know
not
what
you
mean
by
that;
but
I
am
sure
Caesar
fell
down.
If
the
tag-rag
people
did
not
clap
him
and
hiss
him,
according
as
he
pleased
and
displeased
them,
as
they
use
to
do
the
players
in
the
theatre,
I
am
no
true
man.
(460_6_6.017,
annotated)
|
49 |
Cats.
I
know
where
I
will
wear
this
dagger
then;
Cassius
from
bondage
will
deliver
Cassius:
Therein,
ye
gods,
you
make
the
weak
most
strong;
Therein,
ye
gods,
you
tyrants
do
defeat:
Nor
stony
tower,
nor
walls
of
beaten
brass,
Nor
airless
dungeon,
nor
strong
links
of
iron,
Can
be
retentive
to
the
strength
of
spirit;
But
life,
being
weary
of
these
worldly
bars,
Never
lacks
power
to
dismiss
itself.
If
I
know
this,
know
all
the
world
besides,
(460_6_6.022,
score2)
|
79 |
How
that
might
change
his
nature,
there's
the
question.
It
is
the
bright
day
that
brings
forth
the
adder;
(460_6_6.025,
checkmark)
|
19 |
Between
the
acting
of
a
dreadful
thing
And
the
first
motion,
all
the
interim
is
Like
a
phantasma,
or
a
hideous
dream:
The
genius,
and
the
mortal
instruments,
(460_6_6.026,
score)
|
28 |
Are
then
in
council;
and
the
state
of
man,
Like
to
a
little
kingdom,
suffers
then
The
nature
of
an
insurrection.
(460_6_6.027,
score)
|
21 |
To
mask
thy
mounstrous
visage?
Seek
none,
conspiracy
Hide
it
in
smiles,
and
affability;
(460_6_6.027,
checkmark)
|
14 |
Did
need
an
oath;
when
every
drop
of
blood,
That
every
Roman
bears,
and
nobly
bears,
Is
guilty
of
a
several
bastardy,
(460_6_6.029,
score)
|
22 |
O
that
we
then
could
come
by
Caesar's
spirit,
And
not
dismember
Caesar!
But,
alas,
Caesar
must
bleed
for
it!
And,
gentle
friends,
(460_6_6.030,
score)
|
23 |
For,
he
can
do
no
more
than
Caesar's
arm,
When
Caesar's
head
is
off.
(460_6_6.030,
score)
|
14 |
Boy!
Lucius!—
Fast
asleep?—
It
is
no
matter;
Enjoy
the
honey-heavy
dew
of
slumber.
Thou
hast
no
figures
nor
no
fantasies,
Which
busy
care
draws
in
the
brains
of
men;
Therefore
thou
sleep'st
so
sound.
(460_6_6.032,
score)
|
35 |
Which
sometime
hath
his
hour
with
every
man.
(460_6_6.033,
checkmark)
|
8 |
To
walk
unbraced,
and
suck
up
the
humors
Of
the
dank
morning?
What,
is
Brutus
sick?
(460_6_6.033,
checkmark)
|
16 |
the
humors
Of
the
dank
morning?
(460_6_6.033,
underline)
|
6 |
the
vile
contagion
of
the
night?
(460_6_6.033,
underline)
|
6 |
the
rheumy
and
unpurged
air
(460_6_6.033,
underline)
|
5 |
Cal.
When
beggars
die,
there
are
no
comets
seen;
The
heavens
themselves
blaze
forth
the
death
of
(460_6_6.036,
line)
|
17 |
Caes.
Cowards
die
many
times
before
their
deaths;
The
valiant
never
taste
of
death
but
once.
Of
all
the
wonders
that
I
yet
have
heard,
It
seems
to
me
most
strange
that
men
should
fear;
Seeing
that
death,
a
necessary
end,
Will
come,
when
it
will
come.
(460_6_6.037,
score)
|
47 |
Cas.
Stoop,
then,
and
wash.
How
many
ages
hence,
Shall
this
our
lofty
scene
be
acted
over,
(460_6_6.047,
score)
|
17 |
In
states
unborn,
and
accents
yet
unknown!
(460_6_6.047,
border)
|
7 |
Bru.
How
many
times
shall
Caesar
bleed
in
sport,
That
now
on
Pompey's
basis
lies
along,
(460_6_6.047,
score)
|
16 |
There
is
a
tide
in
the
affairs
of
men,
Which,
taken
at
the
flood,
leads
on
to
fortune;
Omitted,
all
the
voyage
of
their
life
Is
bound
in
shallows,
and
in
miseries.
On
such
a
full
sea
are
we
now
afloat;
And
We
must
take
the
current
when
it
serves,
Or
lose
our
ventures.
(460_6_6.074,
score3)
|
54 |
Mes.
Mistrust
of
good
success
hath
done
this
deed.
O
hateful
error,
melancholy's
child!
Why
dost
thou
show
to
the
apt
thoughts
of
men
The
things
that
are
not?
O
error,
soon
conceived,
Thou
never
com'st
unto
a
happy
birth,
(460_6_6.084,
score3)
|
40 |
Our
enemies
have
beat
us
to
the
pit.
It
is
more
worthy
to
leap
in
ourselves,
Than
tarry
till
they
push
us.
Good
Volumnius,
Thou
know'st
that
we
two
went
to
school
together;
(460_6_6.088,
score)
|
33 |
My
heart
doth
joy,
that
yet,
in
all
my
life,
I
found
no
man,
but
he
was
true
to
me.
(460_6_6.089,
score)
|
20 |
I'll
seem
the
fool
I
am
not;
Antony
Will
be
himself.
(460_6_6.095,
checkmark)
|
11 |
I'll
seem
the
fool
I
am
not;
(460_6_6.095,
underline)
|
7 |
Antony
Will
be
himself.
(460_6_6.095,
underline)
|
4 |
Cleo.
Was
he
not
here?
Char.
No,
madam.
Cleo.
He
Was
disposed
to
mirth;
but
on
the
sudden
A
Roman
thought
hath
struck
him.
—Enobarbus,—
(460_6_6.098,
checkmark)
|
25 |
A
Roman
thought
hath
struck
him.
—Enobarbus,—
(460_6_6.098,
underline)
|
7 |
Mess.
The
nature
of
bad
news
infects
the
teller.
(460_6_6.099,
xmark)
|
9 |
What
our
contempts
do
often
hurl
from
us,
We
wish
it
ours
again;
the
present
pleasure,
By
revolution
lowering,
does
become
The
opposite
of
itself:
she's
good,
being
gone;
(460_6_6.100,
score)
|
29 |
Eno.
Under
a
compelling
occasion,
let
women
die.
It
were
pity
to
cast
them
away
for
nothing;
though,
between
them
and
a
great
cause,
they
should
be
esteemed
nothing.
Cleopatra,
catching
but
the
least
(460_6_6.100,
score)
|
34 |
(Whose
love
is
never
linked
to
the
deserver,
Till
his
deserts
are
past)
begin
to
throw
(460_6_6.102,
arcedscore)
|
16 |
Though
you
in
swearing
shake
the
throned
gods,
(460_6_6.103,
checkmark)
|
8 |
Rather
than
purchased;
what
he
cannot
change,
(460_6_6.107,
score)
|
7 |
It
hath
been
taught
us
from
the
primal
state,
That
he,
which
is,
was
wished
until
he
were;
And
the
ebbed
man,
ne'er
loved
till
ne'er
Worth
love,
Comes
deared,
by
being
lacked."
(460_6_6.108,
score2)
|
33 |
Cleo.
Be
choked
with
such
another
emphasis!
(460_6_6.112,
xmark)
|
7 |
Mene.
We,
ignorant
of
ourselves,
Beg
often
our
own
harms,
which
the
wise
powers
Deny
us
for
our
good;
so
find
we
profit,
By
losing
of
our
prayers.
(460_6_6.112,
score)
|
28 |
And
speak
as
loud
as
Mars.
By
Jupiter,
Were
I
the
wearer
of
Antonius'
beard,
(460_6_6.115,
checkmark)
|
15 |
Eno.
Every
time
Serves
for
the
matter
that
is
then
born
in
it.
(460_6_6.115,
checkmark)
|
13 |
May
it
be
gently
heard;
when
We
debate
Our
trivial
difference
loud,
We
do
commit
Murder
in
wounds.
Then,
then,
noble
partners,
(460_6_6.115,
enclosure)
|
22 |
Touch
you
the
sourest
points
with
sweetest
terms,
(460_6_6.115,
checkmark)
|
8 |
The
third
o'
the
world
is
yours;
which
with
a
snaffle
You
may
pace
easy,
but
not
such
a
wife.
(460_6_6.117,
checkmark)
|
20 |
I'll
play
the
penitent
to
you;
but
mine
honesty
Shall
not
make
poor
my
greatness,
nor
my
power
Work
without
it.
Truth
is,
that
Fulvia,
(460_6_6.118,
checkmark)
|
25 |
Eno.
That
truth
should
be
silent,
I
had
almost
forgot.
(460_6_6.118,
crosschecks2)
|
10 |
For
'tis
a
studied,
not
a
present
thought;
(460_6_6.119,
checkmark)
|
8 |
By
duty
ruminated.
(460_6_6.119,
checkmark)
|
3 |
Eno.
.Ay,
sir;
We
did
sleep
day
out
of
countenance,
and
made
the
night
light
with
drinking.
Mec.
Eight
Wild-boars
roasted
whole
at
a
breakfast,
and
but
twelve
persons
there.
Is
this
true?
.%
(460_6_6.121,
score)
|
34 |
Her
people
out
upon
her;
and
Antony,
Enthroned
in
the
market-place,
did
sit
alone,
Whistling
to
the
air;
which,
but
for
vacancy,
Had
gone
to
gaze
on
Cleopatra
too,
And
made
a
gap
in
nature.
(460_6_6.122,
score)
|
35 |
Therefore,
O
Antony,
stay
not
by
his
side.
Thy
demon,
that's
thy
spirit
which
keeps
thee,
is
Noble,
courageous,
high,
unmatchable,
Where
Caesar's
is
not;
but
near
him,
thy
angel
Becomes
a
Fear,
as
being
overpowered:
therefore
Make
space
enough
between
you.
(460_6_6.124,
score)
|
42 |
Ant.
Get
thee
gone;
Say
to
Ventidius,
I
would
speak
with
him.
(460_6_6.124,
checkmark)
|
12 |
SCENE
V.
Alexandria.
A
Room
in
the
Palace.
(460_6_6.125,
checkmark)
|
8 |
If
thou
say
so,
villain,
thou
kill'st
thy
mistress;
But
well
and
free,
If
thou
so
yield
him,
there
is
gold,
and
here
My
bluest
veins
to
kiss;
a
hand
that
kings
Have
lipped,
and
trembled
kissing.
(460_6_6.126,
score)
|
37 |
We
use
(460_6_6.126,
underline)
|
2 |
To
say,
the
dead
are
well
(460_6_6.127,
underline)
|
6 |
that,
(460_6_6.127,
underline)
|
1 |
pour
Down
thy
ill-uttering
throat.
(460_6_6.127,
underline)
|
5 |
Cleo.
Some
innocents
'scape
not
the
thunderbolt.
(460_6_6.128,
checkmark)
|
7 |
Though
it
be
honest,
it
is
never
good
To
bring
bad
news.
Give
to
a
gracious
message
(460_6_6.128,
score)
|
17 |
An
host
of
tongues;
but
let
ill
tidings
tell
Themselves
when
they
be
felt.
(460_6_6.129,
checkmark)
|
14 |
The
senators
alone
of
this
great
world,
Chief
factors
for
the
gods,—
I
do
not
know
(460_6_6.130,
score)
|
16 |
Put
me
to
some
impatience.
Though
I
lose
The
praise
of
it
by
telling,
(460_6_6.131,
score)
|
14 |
Though
I
lose
The
praise
of
it
by
telling,
(460_6_6.131,
underline)
|
9 |
Men.
All
men's
faces
are
true,
whatsoe'er
their
hands
are.
(460_6_6.133,
checkmark)
|
10 |
very
strangler
of
their
amity.
Octavia
is
of
a
holy,
cold,
and
still
conversation.
(460_6_6.134,
checkmark)
|
14 |
Pom.
Ah,
this
thou
shouldst
have
done,
And
not
have
spoke
on't!
In
me,
'tis
villany;
(460_6_6.137,
checkmark)
|
16 |
Who
seeks,
and
will
not
take,
when
once
'tis
offered,
Shall
never
find
it
more.
(460_6_6.138,
score)
|
15 |
Ven.
O
Silius,
Silius,
I
have
done
enough.
A
lower
place,note
well,
May
make
too
great
an
act.
For
learn
this,
Silius;
Better
to
leave
undone,
than
by
our
deed
Acquire
too
high
a
fame,
when
him
we
serve's
away.
Caesar,
and
Antony,
have
ever
won
More
in
their
officer,
than
person.
Sossius,
One
of
my
place
in
Syria,
his
lieutenant,
For
quick
accumulation
of
renown,
Which
he
achieved
by
the
minute,
lost
his
favor.
Who;
does
i'
the
wars
more
than
his
captain
can,
Becomes
his
captain's
captain;
and
ambition,
The
soldier's
virtue,
rather
makes
choice
of
loss,
Than
gain,
which
darkens
him.
I
could
do
more
to
do
Antonius
good,
But
'twould
offend
him;
and
in
his
offence
(460_6_6.141,
score)
|
120 |
rather
makes
choice
of
loss,
Than
gain,
(460_6_6.141,
underline)
|
7 |
Eno.
Would
you
praise
Caesar,
say,—
Caesar;
go
no
further.
(460_6_6.142,
checkmark)
|
10 |
Ant.
The
April's
in
her
eyes;
it
is
love's
spring,
And
these
the
showers
to
bring
it
on.—
Be
cheerful.
(460_6_6.143,
checkmark)
|
20 |
When
the
best
hint
was
given
him,
he
not
took't,
Or
did
it
from
his
teeth.
(460_6_6.147,
checkmark)
|
16 |
But
let
determined
things
to
destiny
Hold
unbewailed
their
way.
Welcome
to
Rome;
(460_6_6.152,
score)
|
13 |
The
Antoniad,
the
Egyptian
admiral,
(460_6_6.156,
checkmark)
|
5 |
I
am
so
lated
in
the
world,
that
I
Have
lost
my
way
forever.
I
have
a
ship
(460_6_6.158,
checkmark)
|
18 |
I
followed
that
I
blush
to
look
upon.
My
very
hairs
do
mutiny;
for
the
white
Reprove
the
brown
for
rashness,
and
they
them
For
fear
and
doting.—
Friends,
be
gone;
you
shall
Have
letters
from
me
to
some
friends,
that
will
Sweep
your
way
for
you.
Pray
you,
look
not
sad,
Nor
make
replies
of
loathness.
Take
the
hint
Which
my
despair
proclaims;
let
that
be
left
Which
leaves
itself.
To
the
seaside
straightway;
I
will
possess
you
of
that
ship
and
treasure.
Leave
me,
I
pray,
a
little;
'pray
you
now;
Nay,
do
so;
for,
indeed,
I
have
lost
command,
Therefore
I
pray
you
;—I'll
see
you
by-and-by.
[Sits
down.
(460_6_6.159,
diagonalscore)
|
112 |
To
the
young
man
send
humble
treaties,
dodge
And
palter
in
the
shifts
of
lowness;
(460_6_6.160,
checkmark)
|
15 |
dodge
And
palter
in
the
shifts
of
lowness;
(460_6_6.160,
underline)
|
8 |
Against
a
sworder.—
I
see,
men's
judgments
are
A
parcel
of
their
fortunes;
(460_6_6.164,
checkmark)
|
13 |
and
things
outward
Do
draw
the
inward
quality
after
them,
To
suffer
all
alike.
(460_6_6.164,
bracket)
|
14 |
Against
the
blown
rose
may
they
stop
their
nose,
That
kneeled
unto
the
buds.—
Admit
him,
sir.
(460_6_6.164,
checkmark)
|
17 |
I
will
ask
Antony.—
Sir,
sir,
thou'rt
so
leaky,
That
we
must
leave
thee
to
thy
sinking,
for
(460_6_6.165,
checkmark)
|
18 |
Eno.
'Tis
better
playing
with
a
lion's
whelp,
Than
with
an
old
one
dying.
(460_6_6.166,
checkmark)
|
14 |
furious,
Is,
to
be
frighted
out
of
fear;
and,
in
that
mood,
(460_6_6.170,
score)
|
12 |
A
diminution
in
our
captain's
brain
Restores
his
heart.
When
valor
preys
on
reason,
It
eats
the
sword
it
fights
with.
I
will
seek
(460_6_6.170,
score)
|
24 |
This
morning,
like
the
spirit
of
a
youth
That
means
to
be
of
note,
begins
betimes.—
(460_6_6.175,
checkmark)
|
16 |
Make
her
thanks
bless
thee.—
O
thou
day
o'
the
world,
Chain
mine
armed
neck;
leap
thou,
attire
and
all,
Through
proof
of
harness
to
my
heart,
and
there
Ride
on
the
pants
triumphing.
(460_6_6.180,
score)
|
34 |
Eno.
O
sovereign
mistress
of
true
melancholy,
\
The
poisonous
damp
of
night
disponge
upon
me;
That
life,
a
very
rebel
to
my
will,
May
hang
no
longer
on
me.
Throw
my
heart
Against
the
flint
and
hardness
of
my
fault;
Which
being
dried
with
grief,
will
break
to
powder,
And
finish
all
foul
thoughts.
O
Antony,
Nobler
than
my
revolt
is
infamous,
Forgive
me
in
thine
own
particular;
But
let
the
World
rank
me
in
register
(460_6_6.181,
wavyscore)
|
77 |
Scar.
Swallows
have
built
In
Cleopatra's
sails
their
nests;
the
augures
(460_6_6.183,
checkmark)
|
11 |
The
soul
and
body
rive
not
more
in
parting,
Than
greatness
going
off.
(460_6_6.185,
score2)
|
13 |
Thy
name
so
buried
in
her.
(460_6_6.187,
score)
|
6 |
Ant.
Unarm,
Eros;
the
long
day's
task
is
done,
And
we
must
sleep.
—That
thou
depart'st
hence
safe,
Does
pay
thy
labor
richly;
go.
—Off,
pluck
off;—
[Exit
MARDIAN.
The
sevenfold
shield
of
Ajax
cannot
keep
The
battery
from
my
heart
O,
cleave
my
sides!
Heart,
once
be
stronger
than
thy
continent,
Crack
thy
frail
case!
—Apace,
Eros,
apace.—
No
more
a
soldier.
—Bruised
pieces,
go;
You
have
been
nobly
borne.
—From
me
awhile.—
[Exit
Enos.
I
Will
o'ertake
thee,
Cleopatra,
and
Weep
for
my
pardon.
So
it
must
be,
for
now
All
length
is
torture.
Since
the
torch
is
out,
(460_6_6.187,
score)
|
102 |
Ant.
Unarm,
Eros;
the
long
day's
task
is
done,
And
we
must
sleep.
—That
thou
depart'st
hence
safe,
(460_6_6.187,
score)
|
19 |
the
long
day's
task
is
done,
And
we
must
sleep.
(460_6_6.187,
underline)
|
11 |
Lie
down,
and
stray
no
further.
Now
all
labor
Mars
what
it
does;
yea,
very
force
entangles
Itself
with
strength.
(460_6_6.187,
score3)
|
20 |
very
force
entangles
Itself
with
strength.
(460_6_6.187,
underline)
|
6 |
Where
souls
do
couch
on
flowers,
we'll
hand
in
hand,
And
with
our
sprightly
port
make
the
ghosts
gaze.
(460_6_6.187,
score2)
|
19 |
Quartered
the
world,
and
o'er
green
Neptune's
back
With
ships
made
cities,
condemn
myself
to
lack
(460_6_6.188,
checkmark)
|
16 |
A
bridegroom
in
my
death,
and
run
into't
(460_6_6.189,
checkmark)
|
8 |
To
grace
it
with
your
sorrows;
bid
that
welcome
Which
comes
to
punish
us,
and
we
punish
it,
(460_6_6.191,
checkmark)
|
18 |
Edge,
sting,
or
operation,
I
am
safe.
Your
wife
Octavia,
with
her
modest
eyes,
And
still
conclusion,
shall
acquire
no
honor
(460_6_6.192,
score)
|
21 |
The
crown
o'
the
earth
doth
melt.—
My
lord!—
O,
withered
is
the
garland
of
the
war,
The
soldier's
pole
is
fallen;
young
boys
and
girls
Are
level
now
with
men;
the
odds
is
gone,
And
there
is
nothing
left
remarkable
(460_6_6.193,
score)
|
41 |
Cleo.
No
more,
but
e'en
a
woman;
and
commanded
By
such
poor
passion
as
the
maid
that
milks,
And
does
the
meanest
chares.
—It
were
for
me
To
throw
my
sceptre
at
the
injurious
gods;
To
tell
them
that
this
world
did
equal
theirs,
Till
they
had
stolen
our
jewel.
All's
but
naught;
(460_6_6.194,
score2)
|
53 |
Patience
is
sottish;
and
impatience
does
Become
a
dog
that's
mad.
Then
is
it
sin,
To
rush
into
the
secret
house
of
death,
Ere
death
dare
come
to
us?
—How
do
you,
women?
(460_6_6.194,
score)
|
33 |
Patience
is
sottish;
and
impatience
does
Become
a
dog
that's
mad.
(460_6_6.194,
underline)
|
11 |
My
noble
girls!
—Ah
women,
women!
look,
Our
lamp
is
spent,
it's
out.
—Good
sirs,
take
heart.
[To
the
Guard
below.
We'll
bury
him;
and
then,
what's
brave,
what's
noble,
(460_6_6.194,
score)
|
30 |
And
make
death
proud
to
take
us.
Come
away;
This
case
of
that
huge
spirit
now
is
cold.
Ah
women,
women!
come;
we
have
no
friend
(460_6_6.194,
score)
|
26 |
Did
steer
humanity:
but
you,
gods,
will
give
us
Some
faults
to
make
us
men.
Caesar
is
touched.
(460_6_6.196,
checkmark)
|
18 |
But
again
in
its
exceptive
sense.
Waged
here
must
mean
to
be
opposed,
as
equal
stakes
in
a
wager;
unless
we
suppose
that
weighed
is
meant.
The
second
folio
reads
way.
Launch,
the
word
in
the
old
copy,
is
only
the
obsolete
spelling
of
lance.
His
for
its.
(460_6_6.196,
score)
|
48 |
Of
dull
Octavia.
Shall
they
hoist
me
up,
(460_6_6.200,
diagonalscore)
|
8 |
Dol.
Most
sovereign
creature,—
Cleo.
His
legs
bestrid
the
ocean:
his
reared
arm
Crested
the
world;
his
voice
was
propertied
As
all
the
tuned
spheres,
and
that
to
friends;
But
when
he
meant
to
quail
and
shake
the
orb,
He
was
as
rattling
thunder.
For
his
bounty,
There
was
no
winter
in't;
an
autumn
'twas,
That
grew
the
more
by
reaping.
His
delights
Were
dolphin-like;
they
showed
his
back
above
The
element
they
lived
in.
In
his
livery
Walked
crowns,
and
crownets;
realms
and
islands
were
(460_6_6.201,
brokenscore)
|
86 |
That
grew
the
more
by
reaping.
His
delights
Were
dolphin-like;
they
showed
his
back
above
The
element
they
lived
in.
In
his
livery
(460_6_6.201,
score)
|
23 |
That
grew
the
more
by
reaping.
His
delights
Were
dolphin-like;
they
showed
his
back
above
(460_6_6.201,
score)
|
15 |
is
immortal;
those
that
do
die
of
it,
do
seldom
or
never
recover.
(460_6_6.208,
checkmark)
|
13 |
Your
crown's
awry;
(460_6_6.210,
underline)
|
3 |
1
Gent.
He
that
hath
missed
the
princess,
is
a
thing
Too
bad
for
bad
report;
and
he
that
hath
her,
(460_6_6.218,
checkmark)
|
21 |
[Aside
To
walk
this
way.
I
never
do
him
wrong,
But
he
does
buy
my
injuries,
to
be
friends;
(460_6_6.221,
score)
|
19 |
To
your
so
infinite
loss;
so,
in
our
trifles
I
still
win
of
you.
For
my
sake,
wear
this;
It
is
a
manacle
of
love;
I'll
place
it
Upon
this
fairest
prisoner.
(460_6_6.221,
score)
|
32 |
Slaver
With
lips
as
common
as
the
stairs
~
That
mount
the
Capitol;
join
gripes
with
hand
Made
hard
with
hourly
falsehood,
(falsehood,
as
(460_6_6.239,
score)
|
24 |
every
companion
9
that
you
give
offence
to.
Clo.
No,
I
know
that;
but
it
is
fit
I
should
commit
offence
to
my
inferiors.
(460_6_6.244,
checkmark)
|
24 |
Which
buys
admittance;
oft
it
doth;
yea,
and
makes
Diana's
rangers
false
themselves,
yield
up
Their
deer
to
the
stand
of
the
stealer;
and
'tis
gold
Which
makes
the
true
man
killed,
and
saves
the
thief;
Nay,
sometime,
hangs
both
thief
and
true
man.
What
Can
it
not
do,
and
undo?
I
will
make
One
of
her
women
lawyer
to
me;
for
(460_6_6.249,
score)
|
62 |
One
of
her
women
lawyer
to
me;
for
(460_6_6.249,
underline)
|
8 |
Clo.
His
garment?
Imo.
I
am
sprighted
with
a
fool;
(460_6_6.252,
checkmark)
|
10 |
I
am
sprighted
with
a
fool;
(460_6_6.252,
underline)
|
6 |
The
woman's
part
in
me!
for
there's
no
motion
That
tends
to
vice
in
man,
but
I
affirm
(460_6_6.259,
score)
|
18 |
Gui.
Out
of
your
proof
you
speak.
We,
poor
unfledged,
Have
never
winged
from
view
o'
the
nest;
nor
know
not
What
air's
from
home.
Haply,
this
life
is
best,
If
quiet
life
be
best;
sweeter
to
you,
That
have
a
sharper
known;
well
corresponding
With
your
stiff
age;
but,
unto
us,
it
is
A
cell
of
ignorance;
travelling
abed;
(460_6_6.266,
score)
|
60 |
We
are
beastly;
subtle
as
the
fox,
for
prey;
Like
warlike
as
the
wolf,
for
what
we
eat.
(460_6_6.266,
score)
|
19 |
subtle
as
the
fox,
for
prey;
Like
warlike
as
the
wolf,
(460_6_6.266,
underline)
|
12 |
Home
art
gone,
and
ta'en
thy
wages.
(460_6_6.296,
underline)
|
7 |
Golden
lads
and
girls
all
must,
(460_6_6.296,
annotated)
|
6 |
great
(460_6_6.296,
strikethrough)
|
1 |
tyrant's
(460_6_6.296,
strikethrough)
|
1 |
clothe,
and
eat
(460_6_6.296,
strikethrough)
|
3 |
The
sceptre,
learning,
physic
must
(460_6_6.296,
annotated)
|
5 |
Nor
the
all-dreaded
thunder-stone;
(460_6_6.296,
underline)
|
4 |
Thou
hast
finished
joy
and
moan.
(460_6_6.297,
underline)
|
6 |
No
exorciser
harm
thee!
(460_6_6.297,
underline)
|
4 |
Quiet
consummation
have;
(460_6_6.297,
underline)
|
3 |
Jail.
Your
death
has
eyes
in's
head,
then;
I
have
not
seen
him
so
pictured.
You
must
either
be
directed
by
some
that
take
upon
them
to
know;
or
take
upon
yourself
that
which
I
am
sure
you
do
not
know;
or
jump
the
after-inquiry
on
your
own
peril;
and
how
you
shall
speed
in
your
journey's
end,
I
think
you'll
never
return
to
tell
one.
Post.
I
tell
thee,
fellow,
there
are
none
want
eyes
to
direct
them
the
way
I
am
going,
but
such
as
wink,
and
will
not
use
them.
Jail.
What
an
infinite
mock
is
this,
that
a
man
should
have
the
best
use
of
eyes,
to
see
the
way
of
blindness!
I
am
sure
hanging's
the
way
of
winking.
(460_6_6.317,
score)
|
124 |
Were
not
in
fault,
for
she
was
beautiful;
Mine
ears,
that
heard
her
flattery;
nor
my
heart,
That
thought
her
like
her
seeming;
it
had
been
vicious
To
have
mistrusted
her.
Yet,
O
my
daughter!
That
it
was
folly
in
me,
thou
mayst
say,
(460_6_6.320,
score)
|
44 |
Luc.
The
boy
disdains
me;
He
leaves
me,
scorns
me;
briefly
die
their
joys,
That
place
them
on
the
truth
of
girls
and
boys.
(460_6_6.321,
score)
|
24 |
Throw
me
again.
[Embracing
him.
Post.
Hang
there
like
fruit,
my
soul,
Till
the
tree
die!
Cym.
How
now,
my
flesh,
my
child?
(460_6_6.326,
score)
|
23 |
Having
received
the
punishment
before,
For
that
which
I
did
then.
Beaten
for
loyalty
(460_6_6.329,
score)
|
14 |
Posthumus
anchors
upon
Imogen;
And
she,
like
harmless
lightning,
throws
her
eye
On
him,
her
brothers,
me,
her
master;
hitting
Each
object
with
a
joy;
the
counterchange
Is
severally
in
all.
Let's
quit
this
ground,
And
smoke
the
temple
with
our
sacrifices.—
Thou
art
my
brother;
so
we'll
hold
thee
ever.
(460_6_6.331,
score)
|
51 |
Post.
Kneel
not
to
me:
The
power
that
I
have
on
you,
is
to
spare
you;
The
malice
towards
you,
to
forgive
you.
Live,
And
deal
with
others
better.
(460_6_6.332,
score)
|
29 |
Is
the
sun
dimned,
that
gnats
do
fly
in
it?
The
eagle
suffers
little
birds
to
sing,
And
is
not
careful
what
they
mean
thereby;
Knowing
that
with
the
shadow
of
his
wings,
He
can
at
pleasure
stint
their
melody;
Even
so
mayst
thou
the
giddy
men
of
Rome.
Then
cheer
thy
spirit;
for
know,
thou
emperor,
I
will
enchant
the
old
Andronicus,
(460_6_6.402,
score)
|
63 |
Knowing
that
with
the
shadow
of
his
wings,
(460_6_6.402,
score)
|
8 |
Lear.
Nothing
can
come
of
nothing;
speak
again.
(460_7_7.012,
checkmark)
|
8 |
Nothing
can
come
of
nothing;
(460_7_7.012,
underline)
|
5 |
Lear.
How,
how,
Cordelia?
mend
your
speech
a
little,
Lest
it
may
mar
your
fortunes.
Cor.
Good
my
lord,
(460_7_7.012,
score)
|
19 |
Obey
you,
love
you,
and
most
honor
you.
Why
have
my
sisters
husbands,
if
they
say,
They
love
you
all?
Haply,
when
I
shall
wed,
That
lord,
whose
hand
must
take
my
plight,
shall
carry
Half
my
love
with
him,
half
my
care,
and
duty.
Sure,
I
shall
never
marry
like
my
sisters,
(460_7_7.013,
score)
|
53 |
thy
truth
then
be
thy
dower;
(460_7_7.013,
underline)
|
6 |
Let
pride,
which
she
calls
plainness,
(460_7_7.013,
underline)
|
6 |
a
tardiness
in
nature,
(460_7_7.017,
underline)
|
4 |
Gon.
Prescribe
not
us
our
duties.
(460_7_7.019,
checkmark)
|
6 |
Cor.
Time
shall
unfold
what
plaited
cunning
hides;
(460_7_7.019,
checkmark)
|
8 |
Time
shall
unfold
what
plaited
cunning
hides;
(460_7_7.019,
underline)
|
7 |
and
pat
he
comes,
like
the
catastrophe
of
the
old
comedy
My
cue
is
villanous
melancholy,
with
a
sigh
like
Tom
o'Bedlam.
—O,
these
eclipses
do
portend
these
(460_7_7.024,
checkmark)
|
28 |
Fool.
Why?
For
taking
one's
part
that
is
out
of
favor;
nay,
and
thou
canst
not
smile
as
the
wind
sits,
(460_7_7.030,
score)
|
21 |
Truth's
a
dog
that
must
to
kennel.
(460_7_7.031,
underline)
|
7 |
Fathers,
that
wear
rags,
Do
make
their
children
blind;
But
fathers,
that
bear
bags,
Shall
see
their
children
kind.
(460_7_7.055,
score)
|
19 |
that's
stinking.
Let
go
thy
hold,
when
a
great
wheel
runs
down
a
hill,
lest
it
break
thy
neck
with
following
it;
but
the
great
one
that
goes
up
the
hill,
let
him
draw
thee
after.
When
a
wise
man
gives
thee
better
counsel
give
me
mine
again;
I
would
have
none
but
knaves
(460_7_7.056,
score)
|
54 |
Reg.
Ingrateful
fox!
'tis
he.
(460_7_7.085,
crosschecks2)
|
5 |
Ingrateful
(460_7_7.085,
underline)
|
1 |
See
it
shalt
thou
never.
(460_7_7.087,
underline)
|
5 |
comes
behind
him,
(460_7_7.088,
underline)
|
3 |
1
Serv.
I'll
never
care
what
wickedness
I
do,
If
this
man
comes
to
good.
(460_7_7.088,
score)
|
15 |
Edg.
Yet
better
thus,
and
know
to
be
contemned,
(460_7_7.089,
checkmark)
|
9 |
My
father,
poorly
led?
—World,
world,
O
world!
But
that
thy
strange
mutations
make
us
hate
thee,
(460_7_7.089,
diagonalscore)
|
17 |
Glo.
I
have
no
way,
and
therefore
want
no
eyes;
I
stumbled
when
I
saw.
Full
oft
'tis
seen,
(460_7_7.090,
score)
|
19 |
at
the
worst?
I
am
worse
than
e'er
I
was.
(460_7_7.090,
score)
|
10 |
That
slaves
your
ordinance,
that
will
not
see
Because
he
doth
not
feel,
feel
your
power
quickly;
(460_7_7.092,
checkmark)
|
17 |
that
will
not
see
Because
he
doth
not
feel,
(460_7_7.092,
underline)
|
9 |
Gon.
No
more;
the
text
is
foolish.
Alb.
Wisdom
and
goodness
to
the
vile
seem
vile;
Filths
savor
but
themselves.
What
have
you
done?
(460_7_7.094,
checkmark)
|
24 |
Gon.
Milk-livered
man!
That
bear'st
a
cheek
for
blows,
a
head
for
wrongs;
(460_7_7.094,
checkmark)
|
13 |
Kent.
It
is
the
stars,
The
stars
above
us,
govern
our
conditions;
Else
one
self
mate
and
mate,
could
not
beget
Such
different
issues.
You
spoke
not
with
her
since?
(460_7_7.097,
enclosure)
|
30 |
This
world
I
do
renounce;
and,
in
your
sights,
Shake
patiently
my
great
affliction
off.
If
I
could
bear
it
longer,
and
not
fall
To
quarrel
with
your
great,
opposeless
wills,
My
snuff,
and
loathed
part
of
nature,
should
(460_7_7.102,
score)
|
39 |
My
snuff,
and
loathed
part
of
nature,
(460_7_7.102,
underline)
|
7 |
scurvy
politician,
(460_7_7.107,
underline)
|
2 |
To
know
our
enemies'
minds,
we'd
rip
their
hearts;
(460_7_7.111,
xmark)
|
9 |
O
undistinguished
space
of
woman's
will!—
(460_7_7.111,
checkmark)
|
6 |
Edg.
What,
in
ill
thoughts
again?
Men
must
endure
Their
going
hence,
even
as
their
coming
hither
(460_7_7.119,
diagonalscore)
|
17 |
Shall
we
not
see
these
daughters,
and
these
sisters?
(460_7_7.120,
checkmark)
|
9 |
Lear.
No,
no,
no,
no!
Come,
let's
away
to
prison:
We
two
alone
will
sing
like
birds
i'
the
cage.
When
thou
dost
ask
me
blessing,
I'll
kneel
down,
And
ask
of
thee
forgiveness.
So
we'll
live,
And
pray,
and
sing,
and
tell
old
tales,
and
laugh
At
gilded
butterflies,
and
hear
poor
rogues
Talk
of
court
news;
and
we'll
talk
with
them
too,
Who
loses,
and
who
wins;
who's
in,
who's
out;—
And
take
upon
us
the
mystery
of
things,
As
if
we
were
God's
spies.
And
we'll
wear
out,
In
a
walled
prison,
packs
and
sects
of
great
ones,
That
ebb
and
flow
by
the
moon.
Edm.
Take
them
away.
Lear.
Upon
such
sacrifices,
my
Cordelia,
(460_7_7.120,
score)
|
118 |
At
gilded
butterflies,
(460_7_7.120,
underline)
|
3 |
And
the
best
quarrels,
in
the
heat,
are
cursed
By
those
that
feel
their
sharpness.—
(460_7_7.122,
score)
|
15 |
This
gilded
serpent.
[Pointing
to
Gon.]—
For
your
claim,
fair
sister,
(460_7_7.123,
checkmark)
|
11 |
This
gilded
serpent.
(460_7_7.123,
underline)
|
3 |
That
names
me
traitor,
villain-like
he
lies.
Call
by
thy
trumpet;
he
that
dares
approach,
On
him,
on
you,
(who
not?)
I
will
maintain
My
truth
and
honor
firmly.
Alb.
A
herald,
ho!
(460_7_7.124,
score)
|
33 |
Gon.
Say,
if
I
do;
the
laws
are
mine,
not
thine.
Who
shall
arraign
me
for't?
Alb.
Most
monstrous!
(460_7_7.126,
score)
|
19 |
Edm.
Yet
Edmund
was
beloved.
(460_7_7.129,
checkmark)
|
5 |
Some
good
I
mean
to
do,
Despite
of
mine
own
nature.
(460_7_7.129,
underline)
|
12 |
The
wages
of
their
virtue,
and
all
foes
The
cup
of
their
deservings.
—O,
see,
see!
Lear.
And
my
poor
fool
is
hanged!
No,
no,
no
life;
(460_7_7.132,
score)
|
27 |
'Pray
you,
undo
this
button:
(460_7_7.132,
underline)
|
5 |
Kent.
Vex
not
his
ghost:
O,
let
him
pass!
he
hates
him,
That
would
upon
the
rack
of
this
tough
world
Stretch
him
out
longer.
Edg.
O,
he
is
gone
indeed.
(460_7_7.132,
score)
|
31 |
criticism,
and
that
endeavors
had
been
used
to
discredit
and
decry
poetical
justice.
A
play
in
which
the
wicked
prosper,
and
the
virtuous
miscarry,
may
doubtless
be
good,
because
it
is
a
just
representation
of
the
common
events
of
human
life;
but,
since
all
reasonable
beings
naturally
love
justice,
I
cannot
easily
be
persuaded
that
the
observation
of
justice
(460_7_7.134,
score)
|
59 |
Ben.
I
pray
thee,
good
Mercutio,
let's
retire;
The
day
is
hot,
the
Capulets
abroad,
And,
if
we
meet,
we
shall
not
'scape
a
brawl;
For
now,
these
hot
days,
is
the
mad
blood
stirring.
Mer.
Thou
art
like
one
of
those
fellows,
that
when
(460_7_7.189,
diagonalscore)
|
45 |
Ben.
I
pray
thee,
good
Mercutio,
let's
retire;
The
day
is
hot,
the
Capulets
abroad,
And,
if
we
meet,
we
shall
not
'scape
a
brawl;
For
now,
these
hot
days,
is
the
mad
blood
stirring.
(460_7_7.189,
diagonalscore)
|
35 |
She's
not
well
married,
that
lives
married
long;
But
she's
best
married,
that
dies
married
young.
Dry
up
your
tears,
and
stick
your
rosemary
(460_7_7.228,
score)
|
24 |
For
though
fond
nature
bids
us
all
lament,
Yet
nature's
tears
are
reason's
merriment.
Cap.
All
things,
that
we
ordained
festival,
(460_7_7.228,
score)
|
21 |
Are
burned
and
purged
away.
But
that
I
am
forbid
To
tell
the
secrets
of
my
prison-house,
I
could
a
tale
unfold,
whose
lightest
word
Would
harrow
up
thy
soul;
freeze
thy
young
blood;
Make
thy
two
eyes,
like
stars,
start
from
their
spheres;
Thy
knotted
and
combined
locks
to
part,
And
each
particular
hair
to
stand
on
end,
(460_7_7.278,
score)
|
59 |
It
seems,
it
is
as
proper
to
our
age
To
cast
beyond
ourselves
in
our
opinions,
As
it
is
common
for
the
younger
sort
(460_7_7.288,
score2)
|
24 |
Ros.
Then
is
the
world
one.
Ham.
A
goodly
one;
in
which
there
are
many
confines,
wards,
and
dungeons;
Denmark
being
one
of
the
worst.
Ros.
We
think
not
so,
my
lord.
Ham.
Why,
then
'tis
none
to
you;
for
there
is
nothing
either
good
or
bad,
but
thinking
makes
it
so;
to
me
it
is
a
prison.
Ros.
Why,
then
your
ambition
makes
it
one;
'tis
too
narrow
for
your
mind.
Ham.
O
God!
I
could
be
bounded
in
a
nutshell,
and
count
myself
a
king
of
infinite
space,
were
it
not
that
I
have
bad
dreams.
Guil.
Which
dreams,
indeed,
are
ambition;
for
the
very
substance
of
the
ambitious
is
merely
the
shadow
of
a
dream.
Ham.
A
dream
itself
is
but
a
shadow.
Ros.
Truly;
and
I
hold
ambition
of
so
airy
and
light
a
quality,
that
it
is
but
a
shadow's
shadow.
Ham.
Then
are
our
beggars,
bodies;
and
our
monarchs,
and
outstretched
heroes,
the
beggars'
shadows.
Shall
we
to
the
court?
for,
by
my
fay,
I
cannot
reason.
Ros.
Guil.
We'll
wait
upon
you.
(460_7_7.297,
score)
|
179 |
Ros.
We
think
not
so,
my
lord.
Ham.
Why,
then
'tis
none
to
you;
for
there
is
nothing
either
good
or
bad,
but
thinking
makes
it
so;
to
me
it
is
a
prison.
Ros.
Why,
then
your
ambition
makes
it
one;
'tis
(460_7_7.297,
unidentifiedmark)
|
42 |
Ros.
We
think
not
so,
my
lord.
(460_7_7.297,
score)
|
7 |
Ham.
Why,
then
'tis
none
to
you;
for
there
is
nothing
either
good
or
bad,
but
thinking
makes
it
so;
to
me
it
is
a
prison.
(460_7_7.297,
score)
|
26 |
But,
what
we
do
determine
oft
we
break.
Purpose
is
but
the
slave
to
memory;
Of
violent
birth,
but
poor
validity;
Which
now,
like
fruit
unripe,
sticks
on
the
tree;
But
fall,
unshaken,
when
they
mellow
be.
Most
necessary
'tis,
that
we
forget
To
pay
ourselves
what
to
ourselves
is
debt.
What
to
ourselves
in
passion
we
propose,
(460_7_7.322,
score)
|
58 |
The
poor
advanced
makes
friends
of
enemies.
(460_7_7.323,
checkmark)
|
7 |
For
who
not
needs,
shall
never
lack
a
friend;
(460_7_7.323,
checkmark)
|
9 |
And
who
in
want
a
hollow
friend
doth
try,
Directly
seasons
him
his
enemy.
(460_7_7.323,
arcedscore)
|
14 |
But,
orderly
to
end
where
I
begun,—
Our
wills
and
fates
do
so
contrary
run,
That
our
devices
still
are
overthrown;
Our
thoughts
are
ours,
their
ends
none
of
our
own.
So
think
thou
wilt
no
second
husband
wed;
But
die
thy
thoughts,
when
thy
first
lord
is
dead.
(460_7_7.323,
score)
|
49 |
For
if
the
king
like
not
the
comedy,
Why,
then,
belike,
—he
likes
it
not,
perdy.
(460_7_7.326,
checkmark)
|
16 |
Ros.
The
single
and
peculiar
life
is
bound,
With
all
the
strength
and
armor
of
the
mind,
To
keep
itself
from
'noyance;
but
much
more
That
spirit,
upon
whose
weal
depend
and
rest
The
lives
of
many.
The
cease
of
majesty
(460_7_7.330,
score)
|
41 |
Ros.
The
single
and
peculiar
life
is
bound,
With
all
the
strength
and
armor
of
the
mind,
To
keep
itself
from
'noyance;
but
much
more
That
spirit,
upon
whose
weal
depend
and
rest
The
lives
of
many.
The
cease
of
majesty
(460_7_7.330,
diagonalscore)
|
41 |
In
the
corrupted
currents
of
this
world,
Offence's
gilded
hand
may
shove
by
justice;
And
oft
'tis
seen,
the
wicked
prize
itself
(460_7_7.331,
diagonalscore)
|
22 |
Would
gambol
from.
Mother,
for
love
of
grace
Lay
not
that
flattering
unction
to
your
soul,
That
not
your
trespass,
but
my
madness
speaks.
It
will
but
skin
and
film
the
ulcerous
place;
(460_7_7.338,
score)
|
33 |
Virtue
itself
of
vice
must
pardon
beg;
(460_7_7.339,
checkmark)
|
7 |
Ham.
A
man
may
fish
with
the
worm
that
hath
ate
of
a
king;
and
eat
of
the
fish
that
hath
fed
of
that
worm.]
King.
What
dost
thou
mean
by
this?
Ham.
Nothing,
but
to
show
you
how
a
king
may
go
a
progress
through
the
guts
of
a
beggar.
King.
Where
is
Polonius?
Ham.
In
heaven;
send.
thither
to
see.
If
your
messenger
find
him
not
there,
seek
him
i'the
other
place
yourself.
But,
indeed,
if
you
find
him
not
within
this
month,
you
shall
nose
him
as
you
go
up
the
stairs
into
the
lobby.
(460_7_7.346,
score)
|
98 |
Why
the
man
dies.
—I
humbly
thank
you,
sir.
Cap.
God
be
wi'
you,
sir.
[Exit
Captain.
(460_7_7.348,
checkmark)
|
17 |
Even
for
an
egg-shell.
Rightly
to
be
great,
Is,
not
to
stir
without
great
argument;
(460_7_7.349,
score2)
|
15 |
And
I
a
maid
at
your
window,
To
be
your
Valentine.
Then
up
he
rose,
and
donned
his
clothes,
And
dupped
the
chamber-door;
Let
in
the
maid,
that
out
a
maid
Never
departed
more.
King.
Pretty
Ophelia!
Oph.
Indeed,
without
an
oath,
I'll
make
an
end
on't.
(460_7_7.352,
wavyscore)
|
47 |
valor;
and
in
the
grapple
I
boarded
them.
On
the
instant
they
got
clear
of
our
ship;
so
I
alone
became
their
prisoner.
They
have
dealt
with
me
like
thieves
of
(460_7_7.360,
score)
|
31 |
2
Clo.
Will
you
ha'
the
truth
on't?
If
this
had
not
been
a
gentlewoman,
she
should
have
been
buried
out
of
Christian
burial.
1
Clo.
Why,
there
thou
say'st;
and
the
more
pity;
(460_7_7.368,
score)
|
34 |
it;
the
age
is
grown
so
picked,
that
the
toe
of
the
peasant
comes
so
near
the
heel
of
the
courtier,
he
galls
his
kibe.
—How
long
hast
thou
been
a
grave-maker?
(460_7_7.372,
score)
|
32 |
There's
a
divinity
that
shapes
our
ends,
Rough-hew
them
how
we
will.
(460_7_7.378,
score)
|
12 |
'Tis
dangerous
when
the
baser
nature
comes
Between
the
pass
and
fell
incensed
points
Of
mighty
opposites.
Hor.
Why,
what
a
king
is
this?
(460_7_7.380,
score)
|
24 |
bevy,
that,
I
know,
the
drossy
age
dotes
on)
only
got
the
tune
of
the
time,
and
outward
habit
of
encounter;
a
kind
of
yesty
collection,
which
carries
them
through
and
through
the
most
fanned
and
winnowed
opinions;
and
do
but
blow
them
to
their
trial,
the
bubbles
are
out.
(460_7_7.384,
score2)
|
50 |
only
got
the
tune
of
the
time,
(460_7_7.384,
underline)
|
7 |
Hor.
If
your
mind
dislike
any
thing,
obey
it.
I
will
(460_7_7.385,
checkmark)
|
11 |
If
your
mind
dislike
any
thing,
obey
it.
(460_7_7.385,
underline)
|
8 |
Hor.
Never
believe
it;
I
am
more
an
antique
Roman
than
a
Dane,
Here's
yet
some
liquor
left.
Ham.
As
thou'rt
a
man,—
(460_7_7.390,
score)
|
23 |
O
God!
—Horatio,
what
a
wounded
name,
Things
standing
thus
unknown,
shall
live
behind
me!
If
thou
didst
ever
hold
me
in
thy
heart,
Absent
thee
from
felicity
awhile,
And
in
this
harsh
world
draw
thy
breath
in
pain,
To
tell
my
story.—
[March
afar
off,
and
shot
within.
(460_7_7.390,
score)
|
49 |
The
Moor
already
changes
with
my
poison.
Dangerous
conceits
are,
in
their
natures,
poisons,
Which,
at
the
first,
are
scarce
found
to
distaste;
But,
with
a
little
act
upon
the
blood,
Burn
like
the
mines
of
sulphur.—
I
did
say
so;—
(460_7_7.462,
score)
|
41 |
Oth.
By
the
world,
I
think
my
wife
be
honest,
and
think
she
is
not;
I
think
that
thou
art
just,
and
think
thou
art
not;
I'll
have
some
proof.
Her
name,
that
was
as
fresh
(460_7_7.464,
score)
|
36 |
supplied
(460_5_5.241,
strikethrough)
|
1 |
'Ginning
in
the
middle;
starting
thence
away
To
what
may
be
digested
in
a
play.
Like
or
find
fault;
do
as
your
pleasures
are;
Now,
good,
or
bad,
'tis
but
the
chance
of
war.
(460_5_5.246,
score)
|
34 |
Agam.
Princes,
What
grief
hath
set
the
jaundice
on
your
cheeks?
The
ample
proposition,
that
hope
makes
In
all
designs
begun
on
earth
below,
Fails
in
the
promised
largeness;
checks
and
disasters
Grow
in
the
veins
of
actions
highest
reared;
As
knots,
by
the
conflux
of
meeting
sap,
Infect
the
sound
pine,
and
divert
his
grain
Tortive
and
errant
from
his
course
of
growth.
Nor,
princes,
is
it
matter
new
to
us,
That
we
come
short
of
our
suppose
so
far,
That,
after
seven
years'
siege,
yet
Troy
walls
stand;
Sith
every
action
that
hath
gone
before,
Whereof
we
have
record,
trial
did
draw
(460_5_5.259,
wavyscore)
|
104 |
The
ample
proposition,
that
hope
makes
In
all
designs
begun
on
earth
below,
Fails
in
the
promised
largeness;
(460_5_5.259,
underline)
|
18 |
The
hard
and
soft,
seem
all
affined
and
kin;
But,
in
the
wind
and
tempest
of
her
frown,
Distinction,
with
a
broad
and
powerful
fan,
Puffing
at
all,
winnows
the
light
away;
And
what
hath
mass,
or
matter,
by
itself
Lies
rich
in
virtue,
and
unmingled.
(460_5_5.260,
score)
|
46 |
The
thing
I
shall
repent.
See,
see,
your
silence,
Cunning
in
dumbness,
from
my
weakness
draws
(460_5_5.299,
wavyscore2)
|
16 |
Achil.
My
mind
is
troubled,
like
a
fountain
stirred:
And
I
myself
see
not
the
bottom
of
it.
(460_5_5.311,
enclosure)
|
18 |
Do
not
count
it
holy
(460_5_5.344,
underline)
|
5 |
To
hurt
by
being
just;
it
is
as
lawful,
(460_5_5.345,
score)
|
9 |
One
sin,
I
know,
another
doth
provoke;
Murder's
as
near
to
lust,
as
flame
to
smoke.
Poison
and
treason
are
the
hands
of
sin,
(460_6_6.435,
scoresinout)
|
24 |
Will
think
me
speaking,
though
I
swear
to
silence;
(460_6_6.437,
checkmark)
|
9 |
Which
care
of
them,
not
pity
of
myself,
(Who
am
no
more
but
as
the
tops
of
trees,
Which
fence
the
roots
they
grow
by,
and
defend
them,)
(460_6_6.437,
diagonalscore)
|
28 |
Which
care
of
them,
not
pity
of
myself,
(460_6_6.437,
line)
|
8 |
'Tis
time
to
fear
when
tyrants
seem
to
kiss.
(460_6_6.439,
underline)
|
9 |
I
knew
him
tyrannous;
and
tyrants'
fears
Decrease
not,
but
grow
faster
than
their
years.
(460_6_6.439,
diagonalscore)
|
15 |
And
make
pretence
of
wrong
that
I
have
done
him.
(460_6_6.439,
checkmark)
|
10 |
he
was
a
wise
fellow,
and
had
good
discretion,
that
being
bid
to
ask
what
he
would
of
the
king,
desired
he
might
know
none
of
his
secrets}
Now
do
I
see
he
(460_6_6.441,
checkmark)
|
33 |
Boult.
'Faith,
they
listened
to
me,
as
they
would
have
hearkened
to
their
father's
testament.
There
was
(460_6_6.486,
checkmark)
|
17 |
Unless
you
play
the
impious
innocent,
(460_6_6.488,
diagonalscore)
|
6 |
Cle.
Thou
art
like
the
harpy,
Which,
to
betray,
doth
with
thine
angel's
face
Seize
with
thine
eagle's
talons.
(460_6_6.489,
diagonalscore)
|
19 |
No
visor
does
become
black
villany,
So
well
as
soft
and
tender
flattery.
(460_6_6.491,
score2)
|
13 |