And speak of half a dozen dangerous words, VILLAIN TO BE NOTED. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him, DAYBREAK. The wolves have preyed: and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phœbus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray. TAMING OF THE SHREW. INDUCTION. HOUNDS. THY hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. PAINTING. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook: Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, ACT I. WOMAN'S TONGUE. Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpet's clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, ACT III. A MAD WEDDING, When the priest, Should ask if Katharine should be his wife, Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? and swore, As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: A health, quoth he, as if He had been aboard carousing to his mates After a storm:-Quaff'd off the muscadel,* And threw the sops all in the sexton's face! Having no other reason,But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck; • And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, That, at the parting, all the church did echo. ACT IV. THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE. For 'tis the mind that makes the 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, * It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage ceremony. † Appeareth. Because his feathers are more beautiful? 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, And in no sense is meet, or amiable. A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe, And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience;Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband: And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord?I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and 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, TEMPEST.. ACT I. AN USURPING SUBSTITUTE COMPARED TO JOY. The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, ARIEL'S DESCRIPTION OF MANAGING THE STORM. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precur sors O' the dreadful thunder claps, more momentary -Not a soul, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd PROSPERO REPROVING ARIEL. Thou dost; and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; * Gentle tempers.. : CALIBAN'S CURSES. Cal As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Cal. I must eat my dinner. give me Water with berries in't; and teach me hovy fertile; Cursed be I that did so! All the charms CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. MUSIC. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth, It sounds no more:---and sure, it waits upon * Faries. |