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And Cytherea all in sedges hid;
WOMAN'S TONGUE. Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field? And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard [clang? Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' And do you tell me of a woman's tongue; That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?
A MAD WEDDING.
When the priest Should ask if Katherine should be his wife, Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud, That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book : And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, The mad-brain'à bridegroom took him such a cuff, That down fell priest and book, and book and priest; Now take them up, quoth he, if any list.
Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd,
As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine:-A health, quoth he;' as if
THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE.
For 'tis the mind that makes thé body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peeretht in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye? O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse For this
furniture and mean array.
ACT V. THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
* It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage ceremony.
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
warm at home, secure and safe,
sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world; But that our soft conditions* and our hearts, Should well agree with our external parts ?
* Gentle tempers.
AN USURPING SUBSTITUTE COMPARED TO IVY.
That now he was
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
-Not a soul, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair), Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.
PROSPERO REPROVING ARIEL.
To do me business in the veins o’the earth,
CALIBAN'S CURSES. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister
all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins* Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that make them. Cal. I must eat my
dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st
give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o'the isle, [tile; The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and ferCursed be I that did so! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have,
[me Which first was mine own king: and here you sty In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island.
CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM
HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF HIS CHILD. O ho, O ho!-would it had been done!