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diff --git a/1430-h/1430-h.htm b/1430-h/1430-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27711e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/1430-h/1430-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,9784 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd" > + +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> + <head> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=utf-8" /> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> + <title> + Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare + </title> + <style type="text/css" xml:space="preserve"> + + body { text-align:justify} + P { margin:15%; + margin-top: .75em; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 15%; } + hr { width: 50%; } + hr.full { width: 100%; } + .foot { margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; text-align: justify; text-indent: -3em; font-size: 95%; } + img {border: 0;} + HR { width: 33%; text-align: center; } + blockquote {font-size: 97%; margin-left: 20%; margin-right: 20%; } + .pagenum { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */ + /* visibility: hidden; */ + position: absolute; + left: 1%; + font-size: smaller; + text-align: left; + color: gray; + } /* page numbers */ + .figleft {float: left; margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 1%;} + .figright {float: right; margin-right: 10%; margin-left: 1%;} + .mynote {background-color: #DDE; color: #000; padding: .5em; + margin: 1em 5%; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 95%;} + .toc { margin-left: 5%; margin-bottom: .75em; font-size: 80%;} + .toc2 { margin-left: 5%;} + CENTER { padding: 10px;} + PRE { font-style: italic; font-size: 90%; margin-left: 20%;} +</style> + </head> + <body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1430 ***</div> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="wscolor" id="wscolor"></a> <img src="images/ws.gif" width="250" height="325" alt="PLEASE KEEP PHOTO WITH HTML" /> WILLIAM + SHAKESPEARE <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare + </h1> + <h2> + By E. Nesbit + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <i>“It may be said of Shakespeare, that from his works may be + collected a system of civil and economical prudence. He has been imitated + by all succeeding writers; and it may be doubted whether from all his + successors more maxims of theoretical knowledge, or more rules of + practical prudence can be collected than he alone has given to his + country.”</i>--Dr. SAMUEL JOHNSON. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="preface" id="preface"></a> + </p> + <h4> + <b>PREFACE</b> + </h4> + <p> + The writings of Shakespeare have been justly termed “the richest, the + purest, the fairest, that genius uninspired ever penned.” + </p> + <p> + Shakespeare instructed by delighting. His plays alone (leaving mere + science out of the question), contain more actual wisdom than the whole + body of English learning. He is the teacher of all good-- pity, + generosity, true courage, love. His bright wit is cut out “into little + stars.” His solid masses of knowledge are meted out in morsels and + proverbs, and thus distributed, there is scarcely a corner of the + English-speaking world to-day which he does not illuminate, or a cottage + which he does not enrich. His bounty is like the sea, which, though often + unacknowledged, is everywhere felt. As his friend, Ben Jonson, wrote of + him, “He was not of an age but for all time.” He ever kept the highroad of + human life whereon all travel. He did not pick out by-paths of feeling and + sentiment. In his creations we have no moral highwaymen, sentimental + thieves, interesting villains, and amiable, elegant adventuresses--no + delicate entanglements of situation, in which the grossest images are + presented to the mind disguised under the superficial attraction of style + and sentiment. He flattered no bad passion, disguised no vice in the garb + of virtue, trifled with no just and generous principle. While causing us + to laugh at folly, and shudder at crime, he still preserves our love for + our fellow-beings, and our reverence for ourselves. + </p> + <p> + Shakespeare was familiar with all beautiful forms and images, with all + that is sweet or majestic in the simple aspects of nature, of that + indestructible love of flowers and fragrance, and dews, and clear + waters--and soft airs and sounds, and bright skies and woodland solitudes, + and moon-light bowers, which are the material elements of poetry,--and + with that fine sense of their indefinable relation to mental emotion, + which is its essence and vivifying soul--and which, in the midst of his + most busy and tragical scenes, falls like gleams of sunshine on rocks and + ruins--contrasting with all that is rugged or repulsive, and reminding us + of the existence of purer and brighter elements. + </p> + <p> + These things considered, what wonder is it that the works of Shakespeare, + next to the Bible, are the most highly esteemed of all the classics of + English literature. “So extensively have the characters of Shakespeare + been drawn upon by artists, poets, and writers of fiction,” says an + American author,--“So interwoven are these characters in the great body of + English literature, that to be ignorant of the plot of these dramas is + often a cause of embarrassment.” + </p> + <p> + But Shakespeare wrote for grown-up people, for men and women, and in words + that little folks cannot understand. + </p> + <p> + Hence this volume. To reproduce the entertaining stories contained in the + plays of Shakespeare, in a form so simple that children can understand and + enjoy them, was the object had in view by the author of these Beautiful + Stories from Shakespeare. + </p> + <p> + And that the youngest readers may not stumble in pronouncing any + unfamiliar names to be met with in the stories, the editor has prepared + and included in the volume a Pronouncing Vocabulary of Difficult Names. To + which is added a collection of Shakespearean Quotations, classified in + alphabetical order, illustrative of the wisdom and genius of the world's + greatest dramatist. + </p> + <p> + E. T. R. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <b><a name="life" id="life">A BRIEF LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE.</a></b> + </p> + <p> + In the register of baptisms of the parish church of Stratford-upon-Avon, a + market town in Warwickshire, England, appears, under date of April 26, + 1564, the entry of the baptism of William, the son of John Shakspeare. The + entry is in Latin--“Gulielmus filius Johannis Shakspeare.” + </p> + <p> + The date of William Shakespeare's birth has usually been taken as three + days before his baptism, but there is certainly no evidence of this fact. + </p> + <p> + The family name was variously spelled, the dramatist himself not always + spelling it in the same way. While in the baptismal record the name is + spelled “Shakspeare,” in several authentic autographs of the dramatist it + reads “Shakspere,” and in the first edition of his works it is printed + “Shakespeare.” + </p> + <p> + Halliwell tells us, that there are not less than thirty-four ways in which + the various members of the Shakespeare family wrote the name, and in the + council-book of the corporation of Stratford, where it is introduced one + hundred and sixty-six times during the period that the dramatist's father + was a member of the municipal body, there are fourteen different + spellings. The modern “Shakespeare” is not among them. + </p> + <p> + Shakespeare's father, while an alderman at Stratford, appears to have been + unable to write his name, but as at that time nine men out of ten were + content to make their mark for a signature, the fact is not specially to + his discredit. + </p> + <p> + The traditions and other sources of information about the occupation of + Shakespeare's father differ. He is described as a butcher, a woolstapler, + and a glover, and it is not impossible that he may have been all of these + simultaneously or at different times, or that if he could not properly be + called any one of them, the nature of his occupation was such as to make + it easy to understand how the various traditions sprang up. He was a + landed proprietor and cultivator of his own land even before his marriage, + and he received with his wife, who was Mary Arden, daughter of a country + gentleman, the estate of Asbies, 56 acres in extent. William was the third + child. The two older than he were daughters, and both probably died in + infancy. After him was born three sons and a daughter. For ten or twelve + years at least, after Shakespeare's birth his father continued to be in + easy circumstances. In the year 1568 he was the high bailiff or chief + magistrate of Stratford, and for many years afterwards he held the + position of alderman as he had done for three years before. To the + completion of his tenth year, therefore, it is natural to suppose that + William Shakespeare would get the best education that Stratford could + afford. The free school of the town was open to all boys and like all the + grammar-schools of that time, was under the direction of men who, as + graduates of the universities, were qualified to diffuse that sound + scholarship which was once the boast of England. There is no record of + Shakespeare's having been at this school, but there can be no rational + doubt that he was educated there. His father could not have procured for + him a better education anywhere. To those who have studied Shakespeare's + works without being influenced by the old traditional theory that he had + received a very narrow education, they abound with evidences that he must + have been solidly grounded in the learning, properly so called, was taught + in the grammar schools. + </p> + <p> + There are local associations connected with Stratford which could not be + without their influence in the formation of young Shakespeare's mind. + Within the range of such a boy's curiosity were the fine old historic + towns of Warwick and Coventry, the sumptuous palace of Kenilworth, the + grand monastic remains of Evesham. His own Avon abounded with spots of + singular beauty, quiet hamlets, solitary woods. Nor was Stratford shut out + from the general world, as many country towns are. It was a great highway, + and dealers with every variety of merchandise resorted to its markets. The + eyes of the poet dramatist must always have been open for observation. But + nothing is known positively of Shakespeare from his birth to his marriage + to Anne Hathaway in 1582, and from that date nothing but the birth of + three children until we find him an actor in London about 1589. + </p> + <p> + How long acting continued to be Shakespeare's sole profession we have no + means of knowing, but it is in the highest degree probable that very soon + after arriving in London he began that work of adaptation by which he is + known to have begun his literary career. To improve and alter older plays + not up to the standard that was required at the time was a common practice + even among the best dramatists of the day, and Shakespeare's abilities + would speedily mark him out as eminently fitted for this kind of work. + When the alterations in plays originally composed by other writers became + very extensive, the work of adaptation would become in reality a work of + creation. And this is exactly what we have examples of in a few of + Shakespeare's early works, which are known to have been founded on older + plays. + </p> + <p> + It is unnecessary here to extol the published works of the world's + greatest dramatist. Criticism has been exhausted upon them, and the finest + minds of England, Germany, and America have devoted their powers to an + elucidation of their worth. + </p> + <p> + Shakespeare died at Stratford on the 23rd of April, 1616. His father had + died before him, in 1602, and his mother in 1608. His wife survived him + till August, 1623. His so Hamnet died in 1596 at the age of eleven years. + His two daughters survived him, the eldest of whom, Susanna, had, in 1607, + married a physician of Stratford, Dr. Hall. The only issue of this + marriage, a daughter named Elizabeth, born in 1608, married first Thomas + Nasbe, and afterwards Sir John Barnard, but left no children by either + marriage. Shakespeare's younger daughter, Judith, on the 10th of February, + 1616, married a Stratford gentleman named Thomas Quincy, by whom she had + three sons, all of whom died, however, without issue. There are thus no + direct descendants of Shakespeare. + </p> + <p> + Shakespeare's fellow-actors, fellow-dramatists, and those who knew him in + other ways, agree in expressing not only admiration of his genius, but + their respect and love for the man. Ben Jonson said, “I love the man, and + do honor his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was indeed + honest, and of an open and free nature.” He was buried on the second day + after his death, on the north side of the chancel of Stratford church. + Over his grave there is a flat stone with this inscription, said to have + been written by himself: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare<br /> + To digg the dust encloased heare:<br /> + Blest be ye man yt spares these stones,<br /> + And curst be he yt moves my bones. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#preface">PREFACE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#life">A BRIEF LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#midsummer">A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#tempest">THE TEMPEST</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#like">AS YOU LIKE IT</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#tale">THE WINTER'S TALE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#lear">KING LEAR</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#twelfth">TWELFTH NIGHT</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#nothing">MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#rj">ROMEO AND JULIET</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#pericles">PERICLES</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#hamlet">HAMLET</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#cymbeline">CYMBELINE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#macbeth">MACBETH</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#comedy">THE COMEDY OF ERRORS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#venice">THE MERCHANT OF VENICE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#timon">TIMON OF ATHENS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#othello">OTHELLO</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#schrew">THE TAMING OF THE SHREW</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#measure">MEASURE FOR MEASURE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#verona">TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#well">ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#quotations">QUOTATIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE</a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>ILLUSTRATIONS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#fairies">TITANIA: THE QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#quarrel">THE QUARREL</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#wood">HELENA IN THE WOOD</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#spell">TITANIA PLACED UNDER A SPELL</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#awakes">TITANIA AWAKES</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#sea">PRINCE FERDINAND IN THE SEA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#miranda">PRINCE FERDINAND SEES MIRANDA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#chess">PLAYING CHESS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#celia">ROSALIND AND CELIA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#chain">ROSALIND GIVES ORLANDO A CHAIN</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#faints">GANYMEDE FAINTS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#coast">LEFT ON THE SEA-COAST</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#look">THE KING WOULD NOT LOOK</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#perdita">LEONTES RECEIVING FLORIZEL AND PERDITA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#talking">FLORIZEL AND PERDITA TALKING</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#hermione">HERMIONE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#france">CORDELIA AND THE KING OF FRANCE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#regan">GONERIL AND REGAN</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#prison">CORDELIA IN PRISON</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#captain">VIOLA AND THE CAPTAIN</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#olivia">VIOLA AS “CESARIO” MEETS OLIVIA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#love">"YOU TOO HAVE BEEN IN LOVE"</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#hero">CLAUDIA AND HERO</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#ursula">HERO AND URSULA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#benedick">BENEDICK</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#francis">FRIAR FRANCIS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#fight">ROMEO AND TYBALT FIGHT</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#juliet">ROMEO DISCOVERS JULIET</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#juliet2">MARRIAGE OF ROMEO AND JULIET</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#dead">THE NURSE THINKS JULIET DEAD</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#tomb">ROMEO ENTERING THE TOMB</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#tournament">PERICLES WINS IN THE TOURNAMENT</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#marina">PERICLES AND MARINA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#appears">THE KING'S GHOST APPEARS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#hamlet">POLONIUS KILLED BY HAMLET</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#ophelia">DROWNING OF OPHELIA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#imogen">IACHIMO AND IMOGEN</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#trunk">IACHIMO IN THE TRUNK</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#stupefied">IMOGEN STUPEFIED</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#leonatus">IMOGEN AND LEONATUS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#witches">THE THREE WITCHES</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#macbeth">FROM “MACBETH"</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#macbeth2">LADY MACBETH</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#macbeth3">KING AND QUEEN MACBETH</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#fight">MACBETH AND MACDUFF FIGHT</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#dromio">ANTIPHOLUS AND DROMIO</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#syracuse">LUCIANA AND ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#syracuse2">THE GOLDSMITH AND ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#aemilia">AEMILIA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#morocco">THE PRINCE OF MOROCCO</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#bond">ANTONIO SIGNS THE BOND</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#home">JESSICA LEAVING HOME</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#ring">BASSANIO PARTS WITH THE RING</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#timon">POET READING TO TIMON</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#picture">PAINTER SHOWING TIMON A PICTURE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#box">"NOTHING BUT AN EMPTY BOX"</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#sullen">TIMON GROWS SULLEN</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#adventures">OTHELLO TELLING DESDEMONA HIS ADVENTURES</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#othello">OTHELLO</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#wine">THE DRINK OF WINE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#handkerchief">CASSIO GIVES THE HANDKERCHIEF</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#weeping">DESDEMONA WEEPING</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#master">THE MUSIC MASTER</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#ears">KATHARINE BOXES THE SERVANT'S EARS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#supper">PETRUCHIO FINDS FAULT WITH THE SUPPER</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#dress">THE DUKE IN THE FRIAR'S DRESS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#angelo">ISABELLA PLEADS WITH ANGELO</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#prince">"YOUR FRIAR IS NOW YOUR PRINCE"</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#silvia">VALENTINE WRITES A LETTER FOR SILVIA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#theletter">SILVIA READING THE LETTER</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#serenade">THE SERENADE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#outlaws">ONE OF THE OUTLAWS</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#bertram">HELENA AND BERTRAM</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#king">HELENA AND THE KING</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#letter">READING BERTRAM'S LETTER</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#widow">HELENA AND THE WIDOW</a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>LIST OF FOUR-COLOR PLATES</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#wscolor">WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#clowncolor">TITANIA AND THE CLOWN</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#mirandacolor">FERDINAND AND MIRANDA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#perditacolor">PRINCE FLORIZEL AND PERDITA</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#julietcolor">ROMEO AND JULIET</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#imogencolor">IMOGEN</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#casketcolor">CHOOSING THE CASKET</a> + </p> + <p> + <a href="#katherinecolor">PETRUCHIO AND KATHERINE</a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="clowncolor" id="clowncolor"></a> <img + src="images/dream1.gif" width="250" height="325" alt="PLEASE KEEP PHOTO WITH HTML" /> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + TITANIA AND THE CLOWN <a name="midsummer" id="midsummer"></a> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <h2> + A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Hermia and Lysander were lovers; but Hermia's father wished her to + marry another man, named Demetrius. + </p> + <p> + Now, in Athens, where they lived, there was a wicked law, by which any + girl who refused to marry according to her father's wishes, might be put + to death. Hermia's father was so angry with her for refusing to do as he + wished, that he actually brought her before the Duke of Athens to ask that + she might be killed, if she still refused to obey him. The Duke gave her + four days to think about it, and, at the end of that time, if she still + refused to marry Demetrius, she would have to die. + </p> + <p> + Lysander of course was nearly mad with grief, and the best thing to do + seemed to him for Hermia to run away to his aunt's house at a place beyond + the reach of that cruel law; and there he would come to her and marry her. + But before she started, she told her friend, Helena, what she was going to + do. + </p> + <p> + <a name="fairies" id="fairies"></a> <img src="images/dream2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> Helena had been Demetrius' sweetheart + long before his marriage with Hermia had been thought of, and being very + silly, like all jealous people, she could not see that it was not poor + Hermia's fault that Demetrius wished to marry her instead of his own lady, + Helena. She knew that if she told Demetrius that Hermia was going, as she + was, to the wood outside Athens, he would follow her, “and I can follow + him, and at least I shall see him,” she said to herself. So she went to + him, and betrayed her friend's secret. + </p> + <p> + Now this wood where Lysander was to meet Hermia, and where the other two + had decided to follow them, was full of fairies, as most woods are, if one + only had the eyes to see them, and in this wood on this night were the + King and Queen of the fairies, Oberon and Titania. Now fairies are very + wise people, but now and then they can be quite as foolish as mortal folk. + Oberon and Titania, who might have been as happy as the days were long, + had thrown away all their joy in a foolish quarrel. They never met without + saying disagreeable things to each other, and scolded each other so + dreadfully that all their little fairy followers, for fear, would creep + into acorn cups and hide them there. + </p> + <p> + So, instead of keeping one happy Court and dancing all night through in + the moonlight as is fairies' use, the King with his attendants wandered + through one part of the wood, while the Queen with hers kept state in + another. And the cause of all this trouble was a little Indian boy whom + Titania had taken to be one of her followers. Oberon wanted the child to + follow him and be one of his fairy knights; but the Queen would not give + him up. + </p> + <p> + On this night, in a mossy moonlit glade, the King and Queen of the fairies + met. + </p> + <p> + “Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania,” said the King. + </p> + <p> + “What! jealous, Oberon?” answered the Queen. “You spoil everything with + your quarreling. Come, fairies, let us leave him. I am not friends with + him now.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="quarrel" id="quarrel"></a> <img src="images/dream3.gif" alt="Please keep photowith html." /> + </p> + <p> + “It rests with you to make up the quarrel,” said the King. + </p> + <p> + “Give me that little Indian boy, and I will again be your humble servant + and suitor.” + </p> + <p> + “Set your mind at rest,” said the Queen. “Your whole fairy kingdom buys + not that boy from me. Come, fairies.” + </p> + <p> + And she and her train rode off down the moonbeams. + </p> + <p> + “Well, go your ways,” said Oberon. “But I'll be even with you before you + leave this wood.” + </p> + <p> + Then Oberon called his favorite fairy, Puck. Puck was the spirit of + mischief. He used to slip into the dairies and take the cream away, and + get into the churn so that the butter would not come, and turn the beer + sour, and lead people out of their way on dark nights and then laugh at + them, and tumble people's stools from under them when they were going to + sit down, and upset their hot ale over their chins when they were going to + drink. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said Oberon to this little sprite, “fetch me the flower called + Love-in-idleness. The juice of that little purple flower laid on the eyes + of those who sleep will make them, when they wake, to love the first thing + they see. I will put some of the juice of that flower on my Titania's + eyes, and when she wakes she will love the first thing she sees, were it + lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, or meddling monkey, or a busy ape.” + </p> + <p> + While Puck was gone, Demetrius passed through the glade followed by poor + Helena, and still she told him how she loved him and reminded him of all + his promises, and still he told her that he did not and could not love + her, and that his promises were nothing. Oberon was sorry for poor Helena, + and when Puck returned with the flower, he bade him follow Demetrius and + put some of the juice on his eyes, so that he might love Helena when he + woke and looked on her, as much as she loved him. So Puck set off, and + wandering through the wood found, not Demetrius, but Lysander, on whose + eyes he put the juice; but when Lysander woke, he saw not his own Hermia, + but Helena, who was walking through the wood looking for the cruel + Demetrius; and directly he saw her he loved her and left his own lady, + under the spell of the purple flower. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/dream4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="wood" id="wood"></a> When Hermia woke she found Lysander gone, + and wandered about the wood trying to find him. Puck went back and told + Oberon what he had done, and Oberon soon found that he had made a mistake, + and set about looking for Demetrius, and having found him, put some of the + juice on his eyes. And the first thing Demetrius saw when he woke was also + Helena. So now Demetrius and Lysander were both following her through the + wood, and it was Hermia's turn to follow her lover as Helena had done + before. The end of it was that Helena and Hermia began to quarrel, and + Demetrius and Lysander went off to fight. Oberon was very sorry to see his + kind scheme to help these lovers turn out so badly. So he said to Puck-- + </p> + <p> + “These two young men are going to fight. You must overhang the night with + drooping fog, and lead them so astray, that one will never find the other. + When they are tired out, they will fall asleep. Then drop this other herb + on Lysander's eyes. That will give him his old sight and his old love. + Then each man will have the lady who loves him, and they will all think + that this has been only a Midsummer Night's Dream. Then when this is done, + all will be well with them.” + </p> + <p> + So Puck went and did as he was told, and when the two had fallen asleep + without meeting each other, Puck poured the juice on Lysander's eyes, and + said:-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “When thou wakest, + </p> + <p> + Thou takest + </p> + <p> + True delight + </p> + <p> + In the sight + </p> + <p> + Of thy former lady's eye: + </p> + <p> + Jack shall have Jill; + </p> + <p> + Nought shall go ill.” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> Meanwhile Oberon found Titania asleep on a bank where grew wild + thyme, oxlips, and violets, and woodbine, musk-roses and eglantine. There + Titania always slept a part of the night, wrapped in the enameled skin of + a snake. Oberon stooped over her and laid the juice on her eyes, saying:-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “What thou seest when thou wake, + </p> + <p> + Do it for thy true love take.” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> Now, it happened that when Titania woke the first thing she saw was + a stupid clown, one of a party of players who had come out into the wood + to rehearse their play. This clown had met with Puck, who had clapped an + ass's head on his shoulders so that it looked as if it grew there. + Directly Titania woke and saw this dreadful monster, she said, “What angel + is this? Are you as wise as you are beautiful?” + </p> + <p> + “If I am wise enough to find my way out of this wood, that's enough for + me,” said the foolish clown. + </p> + <p> + “Do not desire to go out of the wood,” said Titania. The spell of the + love-juice was on her, and to her the clown seemed the most beautiful and + delightful creature on all the earth. “I love you,” she went on. “Come + with me, and I will give you fairies to attend on you.” + </p> + <p> + So she called four fairies, whose names were Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, + and Mustardseed. + </p> + <p> + “You must attend this gentleman,” said the Queen. “Feed him with apricots + and dewberries, purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. Steal + honey-bags for him from the bumble-bees, and with the wings of painted + butterflies fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said one of the fairies, and all the others said, “I will.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, sit down with me,” said the Queen to the clown, “and let me stroke + your dear cheeks, and stick musk-roses in your smooth, sleek head, and + kiss your fair large ears, my gentle joy.” + </p> + <p> + “Where's Peaseblossom?” asked the clown with the ass's head. He did not + care much about the Queen's affection, but he was very proud of having + fairies to wait on him. “Ready,” said Peaseblossom. + </p> + <p> + “Scratch my head, Peaseblossom,” said the clown. “Where's Cobweb?” + “Ready,” said Cobweb. + </p> + <p> + “Kill me,” said the clown, “the red bumble-bee on the top of the thistle + yonder, and bring me the honey-bag. Where's Mustardseed?” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/dream5.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="spell" id="spell"></a> “Ready,” said Mustardseed. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I want nothing,” said the clown. “Only just help Cobweb to scratch. I + must go to the barber's, for methinks I am marvelous hairy about the + face.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you like anything to eat?” said the fairy Queen. + </p> + <p> + “I should like some good dry oats,” said the clown--for his donkey's head + made him desire donkey's food--“and some hay to follow.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall some of my fairies fetch you new nuts from the squirrel's house?” + asked the Queen. + </p> + <p> + “I'd rather have a handful or two of good dried peas,” said the clown. + “But please don't let any of your people disturb me; I am going to sleep.” + </p> + <p> + Then said the Queen, “And I will wind thee in my arms.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/dream6.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="awakes" id="awakes"></a> And so when Oberon came along he found + his beautiful Queen lavishing kisses and endearments on a clown with a + donkey's head. + </p> + <p> + And before he released her from the enchantment, he persuaded her to give + him the little Indian boy he so much desired to have. Then he took pity on + her, and threw some juice of the disenchanting flower on her pretty eyes; + and then in a moment she saw plainly the donkey-headed clown she had been + loving, and knew how foolish she had been. + </p> + <p> + Oberon took off the ass's head from the clown, and left him to finish his + sleep with his own silly head lying on the thyme and violets. + </p> + <p> + Thus all was made plain and straight again. Oberon and Titania loved each + other more than ever. Demetrius thought of no one but Helena, and Helena + had never had any thought of anyone but Demetrius. + </p> + <p> + As for Hermia and Lysander, they were as loving a couple as you could meet + in a day's march, even through a fairy wood. + </p> + <p> + So the four mortal lovers went back to Athens and were married; and the + fairy King and Queen live happily together in that very wood at this very + day. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <a name="mirandacolor" id="mirandacolor"></a> <img + src="images/tempest1.gif" width="250" height="325" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> Ferdinand and Miranda <br /><a + name="tempest" id="tempest"></a> + </p> + <hr /> + <h2> + THE TEMPEST + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Prospero, the Duke of Milan, was a learned and studious man, who + lived among his books, leaving the management of his dukedom to his + brother Antonio, in whom indeed he had complete trust. But that trust was + ill-rewarded, for Antonio wanted to wear the duke's crown himself, and, to + gain his ends, would have killed his brother but for the love the people + bore him. However, with the help of Prospero's great enemy, Alonso, King + of Naples, he managed to get into his hands the dukedom with all its + honor, power, and riches. For they took Prospero to sea, and when they + were far away from land, forced him into a little boat with no tackle, + mast, or sail. In their cruelty and hatred they put his little daughter, + Miranda (not yet three years old), into the boat with him, and sailed + away, leaving them to their fate. + </p> + <p> + But one among the courtiers with Antonio was true to his rightful master, + Prospero. To save the duke from his enemies was impossible, but much could + be done to remind him of a subject's love. So this worthy lord, whose name + was Gonzalo, secretly placed in the boat some fresh water, provisions, and + clothes, and what Prospero valued most of all, some of his precious books. + </p> + <p> + The boat was cast on an island, and Prospero and his little one landed in + safety. Now this island was enchanted, and for years had lain under the + spell of a fell witch, Sycorax, who had imprisoned in the trunks of trees + all the good spirits she found there. She died shortly before Prospero was + cast on those shores, but the spirits, of whom Ariel was the chief, still + remained in their prisons. + </p> + <p> + Prospero was a great magician, for he had devoted himself almost entirely + to the study of magic during the years in which he allowed his brother to + manage the affairs of Milan. By his art he set free the imprisoned + spirits, yet kept them obedient to his will, and they were more truly his + subjects than his people in Milan had been. For he treated them kindly as + long as they did his bidding, and he exercised his power over them wisely + and well. One creature alone he found it necessary to treat with + harshness: this was Caliban, the son of the wicked old witch, a hideous, + deformed monster, horrible to look on, and vicious and brutal in all his + habits. + </p> + <p> + When Miranda was grown up into a maiden, sweet and fair to see, it chanced + that Antonio and Alonso, with Sebastian, his brother, and Ferdinand, his + son, were at sea together with old Gonzalo, and their ship came near + Prospero's island. Prospero, knowing they were there, raised by his art a + great storm, so that even the sailors on board gave themselves up for + lost; and first among them all Prince Ferdinand leaped into the sea, and, + as his father thought in his grief, was drowned. But Ariel brought him + safe ashore; and all the rest of the crew, although they were washed + overboard, were landed unhurt in different parts of the island, and the + good ship herself, which they all thought had been wrecked, lay at anchor + in the harbor whither Ariel had brought her. Such wonders could Prospero + and his spirits perform. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/tempest2.gif" alt="Please keep photowith html" /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="sea" id="sea"></a> While yet the tempest was raging, Prospero + showed his daughter the brave ship laboring in the trough of the sea, and + told her that it was filled with living human beings like themselves. She, + in pity of their lives, prayed him who had raised this storm to quell it. + Then her father bade her to have no fear, for he intended to save every + one of them. + </p> + <p> + Then, for the first time, he told her the story of his life and hers, and + that he had caused this storm to rise in order that his enemies, Antonio + and Alonso, who were on board, might be delivered into his hands. + </p> + <p> + When he had made an end of his story he charmed her into sleep, for Ariel + was at hand, and he had work for him to do. Ariel, who longed for his + complete freedom, grumbled to be kept in drudgery, but on being + threateningly reminded of all the sufferings he had undergone when Sycorax + ruled in the land, and of the debt of gratitude he owed to the master who + had made those sufferings to end, he ceased to complain, and promised + faithfully to do whatever Prospero might command. + </p> + <p> + “Do so,” said Prospero, “and in two days I will discharge thee.” + </p> + <p> + Then he bade Ariel take the form of a water nymph and sent him in search + of the young prince. And Ariel, invisible to Ferdinand, hovered near him, + singing the while-- + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “Come unto these yellow sands + </p> + <p> + And then take hands: + </p> + <p> + Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd + </p> + <p> + (The wild waves whist), + </p> + <p> + Foot it featly here and there; + </p> + <p> + And, sweet sprites, the burden bear!” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + And Ferdinand followed the magic singing, as the song changed to a solemn + air, and the words brought grief to his heart, and tears to his eyes, for + thus they ran-- + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “Full fathom five thy father lies; + </p> + <p> + Of his bones are coral made. + </p> + <p> + Those are pearls that were his eyes, + </p> + <p> + Nothing of him that doth fade, + </p> + <p> + But doth suffer a sea-change + </p> + <p> + Into something rich and strange. + </p> + <p> + Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell. + </p> + <p> + Hark! now I hear them,-- ding dong bell!” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + And so singing, Ariel led the spell-bound prince into the presence of + Prospero and Miranda. Then, behold! all happened as Prospero desired. For + Miranda, who had never, since she could first remember, seen any human + being save her father, looked on the youthful prince with reverence in her + eyes, and love in her secret heart. + </p> + <p> + “I might call him,” she said, “a thing divine, for nothing natural I ever + saw so noble!” + </p> + <p> + And Ferdinand, beholding her beauty with wonder and delight, exclaimed-- + </p> + <p> + “Most sure the goddess on whom these airs attend!” + </p> + <p> + Nor did he attempt to hide the passion which she inspired in him, for + scarcely had they exchanged half a dozen sentences, before he vowed to + make her his queen if she were willing. But Prospero, though secretly + delighted, pretended wrath. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/tempest3.gif" alt="Please keep photowith html" /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="miranda" id="miranda"></a> “You come here as a spy,” he said to + Ferdinand. “I will manacle your neck and feet together, and you shall feed + on fresh water mussels, withered roots and husk, and have sea-water to + drink. Follow.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Ferdinand, and drew his sword. But on the instant Prospero + charmed him so that he stood there like a statue, still as stone; and + Miranda in terror prayed her father to have mercy on her lover. But he + harshly refused her, and made Ferdinand follow him to his cell. There he + set the Prince to work, making him remove thousands of heavy logs of + timber and pile them up; and Ferdinand patiently obeyed, and thought his + toil all too well repaid by the sympathy of the sweet Miranda. + </p> + <p> + She in very pity would have helped him in his hard work, but he would not + let her, yet he could not keep from her the secret of his love, and she, + hearing it, rejoiced and promised to be his wife. + </p> + <p> + Then Prospero released him from his servitude, and glad at heart, he gave + his consent to their marriage. + </p> + <p> + “Take her,” he said, “she is thine own.” + </p> + <p> + In the meantime, Antonio and Sebastian in another part of the island were + plotting the murder of Alonso, the King of Naples, for Ferdinand being + dead, as they thought, Sebastian would succeed to the throne on Alonso's + death. And they would have carried out their wicked purpose while their + victim was asleep, but that Ariel woke him in good time. + </p> + <p> + Many tricks did Ariel play them. Once he set a banquet before them, and + just as they were going to fall to, he appeared to them amid thunder and + lightning in the form of a harpy, and immediately the banquet disappeared. + Then Ariel upbraided them with their sins and vanished too. + </p> + <p> + Prospero by his enchantments drew them all to the grove without his cell, + where they waited, trembling and afraid, and now at last bitterly + repenting them of their sins. + </p> + <p> + Prospero determined to make one last use of his magic power, “And then,” + said he, “I'll break my staff and deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll + drown my book.” + </p> + <p> + So he made heavenly music to sound in the air, and appeared to them in his + proper shape as the Duke of Milan. Because they repented, he forgave them + and told them the story of his life since they had cruelly committed him + and his baby daughter to the mercy of wind and waves. Alonso, who seemed + sorriest of them all for his past crimes, lamented the loss of his heir. + But Prospero drew back a curtain and showed them Ferdinand and Miranda + playing at chess. Great was Alonso's joy to greet his loved son again, and + when he heard that the fair maid with whom Ferdinand was playing was + Prospero's daughter, and that the young folks had plighted their troth, he + said-- + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/tempest4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="chess" id="chess"></a> “Give me your hands, let grief and sorrow + still embrace his heart that doth not wish you joy.” + </p> + <p> + So all ended happily. The ship was safe in the harbor, and next day they + all set sail for Naples, where Ferdinand and Miranda were to be married. + Ariel gave them calm seas and auspicious gales; and many were the + rejoicings at the wedding. + </p> + <p> + Then Prospero, after many years of absence, went back to his own dukedom, + where he was welcomed with great joy by his faithful subjects. He + practiced the arts of magic no more, but his life was happy, and not only + because he had found his own again, but chiefly because, when his + bitterest foes who had done him deadly wrong lay at his mercy, he took no + vengeance on them, but nobly forgave them. + </p> + <p> + As for Ariel, Prospero made him free as air, so that he could wander where + he would, and sing with a light heart his sweet song-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “Where the bee sucks, there suck I: + </p> + <p> + In a cowslip's bell I lie; + </p> + <p> + There I couch when owls do cry. + </p> + <p> + On the bat's back I do fly + </p> + <p> + After summer, merrily: + </p> + <p> + Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, + </p> + <p> + Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <a name="like" id="like"></a> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> AS YOU LIKE IT + </p> + <p> + <br /> There was once a wicked Duke named Frederick, who took the dukedom + that should have belonged to his brother, sending him into exile. His + brother went into the Forest of Arden, where he lived the life of a bold + forester, as Robin Hood did in Sherwood Forest in merry England. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/ayli1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="celia" id="celia"></a> The banished Duke's daughter, Rosalind, + remained with Celia, Frederick's daughter, and the two loved each other + more than most sisters. One day there was a wrestling match at Court, and + Rosalind and Celia went to see it. Charles, a celebrated wrestler, was + there, who had killed many men in contests of this kind. Orlando, the + young man he was to wrestle with, was so slender and youthful, that + Rosalind and Celia thought he would surely be killed, as others had been; + so they spoke to him, and asked him not to attempt so dangerous an + adventure; but the only effect of their words was to make him wish more to + come off well in the encounter, so as to win praise from such sweet + ladies. + </p> + <p> + Orlando, like Rosalind's father, was being kept out of his inheritance by + his brother, and was so sad at his brother's unkindness that, until he saw + Rosalind, he did not care much whether he lived or died. But now the sight + of the fair Rosalind gave him strength and courage, so that he did + marvelously, and at last, threw Charles to such a tune, that the wrestler + had to be carried off the ground. Duke Frederick was pleased with his + courage, and asked his name. + </p> + <p> + “My name is Orlando, and I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys,” + said the young man. + </p> + <p> + Now Sir Rowland de Boys, when he was alive, had been a good friend to the + banished Duke, so that Frederick heard with regret whose son Orlando was, + and would not befriend him. But Rosalind was delighted to hear that this + handsome young stranger was the son of her father's old friend, and as + they were going away, she turned back more than once to say another kind + word to the brave young man. + </p> + <p> + “Gentleman,” she said, giving him a chain from her neck, “wear this for + me. I could give more, but that my hand lacks means.” + </p> + <p> + Rosalind and Celia, when they were alone, began to talk about the handsome + wrestler, and Rosalind confessed that she loved him at first sight. + </p> + <p> + “Come, come,” said Celia, “wrestle with thy affections.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” answered Rosalind, “they take the part of a better wrestler than + myself. Look, here comes the Duke.” + </p> + <p> + “With his eyes full of anger,” said Celia. + </p> + <p> + “You must leave the Court at once,” he said to Rosalind. “Why?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/ayli2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="chain" id="chain"></a> “Never mind why,” answered the Duke, “you + are banished. If within ten days you are found within twenty miles of my + Court, you die.” + </p> + <p> + So Rosalind set out to seek her father, the banished Duke, in the Forest + of Arden. Celia loved her too much to let her go alone, and as it was + rather a dangerous journey, Rosalind, being the taller, dressed up as a + young countryman, and her cousin as a country girl, and Rosalind said that + she would be called Ganymede, and Celia, Aliena. They were very tired when + at last they came to the Forest of Arden, and as they were sitting on the + grass a countryman passed that way, and Ganymede asked him if he could get + them food. He did so, and told them that a shepherd's flocks and house + were to be sold. They bought these and settled down as shepherd and + shepherdess in the forest. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime, Oliver having sought to take his brother Orlando's life, + Orlando also wandered into the forest, and there met with the rightful + Duke, and being kindly received, stayed with him. Now, Orlando could think + of nothing but Rosalind, and he went about the forest carving her name on + trees, and writing love sonnets and hanging them on the bushes, and there + Rosalind and Celia found them. One day Orlando met them, but he did not + know Rosalind in her boy's clothes, though he liked the pretty shepherd + youth, because he fancied a likeness in him to her he loved. + </p> + <p> + “There is a foolish lover,” said Rosalind, “who haunts these woods and + hangs sonnets on the trees. If I could find him, I would soon cure him of + his folly.” + </p> + <p> + Orlando confessed that he was the foolish lover, and Rosalind said--“If + you will come and see me every day, I will pretend to be Rosalind, and I + will take her part, and be wayward and contrary, as is the way of women, + till I make you ashamed of your folly in loving her.” + </p> + <p> + And so every day he went to her house, and took a pleasure in saying to + her all the pretty things he would have said to Rosalind; and she had the + fine and secret joy of knowing that all his love-words came to the right + ears. Thus many days passed pleasantly away. + </p> + <p> + One morning, as Orlando was going to visit Ganymede, he saw a man asleep + on the ground, and that there was a lioness crouching near, waiting for + the man who was asleep to wake: for they say that lions will not prey on + anything that is dead or sleeping. Then Orlando looked at the man, and saw + that it was his wicked brother, Oliver, who had tried to take his life. He + fought with the lioness and killed her, and saved his brother's life. + </p> + <p> + While Orlando was fighting the lioness, Oliver woke to see his brother, + whom he had treated so badly, saving him from a wild beast at the risk of + his own life. This made him repent of his wickedness, and he begged + Orlando's pardon, and from thenceforth they were dear brothers. The + lioness had wounded Orlando's arm so much, that he could not go on to see + the shepherd, so he sent his brother to ask Ganymede to come to him. + </p> + <p> + Oliver went and told the whole story to Ganymede and Aliena, and Aliena + was so charmed with his manly way of confessing his faults, that she fell + in love with him at once. But when Ganymede heard of the danger Orlando + had been in she fainted; and when she came to herself, said truly enough, + “I should have been a woman by right.” + </p> + <p> + Oliver went back to his brother and told him all this, saying, “I love + Aliena so well that I will give up my estates to you and marry her, and + live here as a shepherd.” + </p> + <p> + “Let your wedding be to-morrow,” said Orlando, “and I will ask the Duke + and his friends.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/ayli3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="faints" id="faints"></a> When Orlando told Ganymede how his + brother was to be married on the morrow, he added: “Oh, how bitter a thing + it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.” + </p> + <p> + Then answered Rosalind, still in Ganymede's dress and speaking with his + voic--“If you do love Rosalind so near the heart, then when your brother + marries Aliena, shall you marry her.” + </p> + <p> + Now the next day the Duke and his followers, and Orlando, and Oliver, and + Aliena, were all gathered together for the wedding. + </p> + <p> + Then Ganymede came in and said to the Duke, “If I bring in your daughter + Rosalind, will you give her to Orlando here?” “That I would,” said the + Duke, “if I had all kingdoms to give with her.” + </p> + <p> + “And you say you will have her when I bring her?” she said to Orlando. + “That would I,” he answered, “were I king of all kingdoms.” + </p> + <p> + Then Rosalind and Celia went out, and Rosalind put on her pretty woman's + clothes again, and after a while came back. + </p> + <p> + She turned to her father--“I give myself to you, for I am yours.” “If + there be truth in sight,” he said, “you are my daughter.” + </p> + <p> + Then she said to Orlando, “I give myself to you, for I am yours.” “If + there be truth in sight,” he said, “you are my Rosalind.” + </p> + <p> + “I will have no father if you be not he,” she said to the Duke, and to + Orlando, “I will have no husband if you be not he.” + </p> + <p> + So Orlando and Rosalind were married, and Oliver and Celia, and they lived + happy ever after, returning with the Duke to the kingdom. For Frederick + had been shown by a holy hermit the wickedness of his ways, and so gave + back the dukedom of his brother, and himself went into a monastery to pray + for forgiveness. + </p> + <p> + The wedding was a merry one, in the mossy glades of the forest. A shepherd + and shepherdess who had been friends with Rosalind, when she was herself + disguised as a shepherd, were married on the same day, and all with such + pretty feastings and merrymakings as could be nowhere within four walls, + but only in the beautiful green wood. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <a name="perditacolor" id="perditacolor"></a> <img + src="images/wtale2.gif" width="250" height="325" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> Prince Florizel and Perdita + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="tale" id="tale">THE WINTER'S TALE</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + Leontes was the King of Sicily, and his dearest friend was Polixenes, King + of Bohemia. They had been brought up together, and only separated when + they reached man's estate and each had to go and rule over his kingdom. + After many years, when each was married and had a son, Polixenes came to + stay with Leontes in Sicily. + </p> + <p> + Leontes was a violent-tempered man and rather silly, and he took it into + his stupid head that his wife, Hermione, liked Polixenes better than she + did him, her own husband. When once he had got this into his head, nothing + could put it out; and he ordered one of his lords, Camillo, to put a + poison in Polixenes' wine. Camillo tried to dissuade him from this wicked + action, but finding he was not to be moved, pretended to consent. He then + told Polixenes what was proposed against him, and they fled from the Court + of Sicily that night, and returned to Bohemia, where Camillo lived on as + Polixenes' friend and counselor. + </p> + <p> + Leontes threw the Queen into prison; and her son, the heir to the throne, + died of sorrow to see his mother so unjustly and cruelly treated. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/wtale1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="coast" id="coast"></a> While the Queen was in prison she had a + little baby, and a friend of hers, named Paulina, had the baby dressed in + its best, and took it to show the King, thinking that the sight of his + helpless little daughter would soften his heart towards his dear Queen, + who had never done him any wrong, and who loved him a great deal more than + he deserved; but the King would not look at the baby, and ordered + Paulina's husband to take it away in a ship, and leave it in the most + desert and dreadful place he could find, which Paulina's husband, very + much against his will, was obliged to do. + </p> + <p> + Then the poor Queen was brought up to be tried for treason in preferring + Polixenes to her King; but really she had never thought of anyone except + Leontes, her husband. Leontes had sent some messengers to ask the god, + Apollo, whether he was not right in his cruel thoughts of the Queen. But + he had not patience to wait till they came back, and so it happened that + they arrived in the middle of the trial. The Oracle said-- + </p> + <p> + “Hermione is innocent, Polixenes blameless, Camillo a true subject, + Leontes a jealous tyrant, and the King shall live without an heir, if that + which is lost be not found.” + </p> + <p> + Then a man came and told them that the little Prince was dead. The poor + Queen, hearing this, fell down in a fit; and then the King saw how wicked + and wrong he had been. He ordered Paulina and the ladies who were with the + Queen to take her away, and try to restore her. But Paulina came back in a + few moments, and told the King that Hermione was dead. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/wtale3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="look" id="look"></a> Now Leontes' eyes were at last opened to his + folly. His Queen was dead, and the little daughter who might have been a + comfort to him he had sent away to be the prey of wolves and kites. Life + had nothing left for him now. He gave himself up to his grief, and passed + many sad years in prayer and remorse. + </p> + <p> + The baby Princess was left on the seacoast of Bohemia, the very kingdom + where Polixenes reigned. Paulina's husband never went home to tell Leontes + where he had left the baby; for as he was going back to the ship, he met a + bear and was torn to pieces. So there was an end of him. + </p> + <p> + But the poor deserted little baby was found by a shepherd. She was richly + dressed, and had with her some jewels, and a paper was pinned to her + cloak, saying that her name was Perdita, and that she came of noble + parents. + </p> + <p> + The shepherd, being a kind-hearted man, took home the little baby to his + wife, and they brought it up as their own child. She had no more teaching + than a shepherd's child generally has, but she inherited from her royal + mother many graces and charms, so that she was quite different from the + other maidens in the village where she lived. + </p> + <p> + One day Prince Florizel, the son of the good King of Bohemia, was bunting + near the shepherd's house and saw Perdita, now grown up to a charming + woman. He made friends with the shepherd, not telling him that he was the + Prince, but saying that his name was Doricles, and that he was a private + gentleman; and then, being deeply in love with the pretty Perdita, he came + almost daily to see her. + </p> + <p> + The King could not understand what it was that took his son nearly every + day from home; so he set people to watch him, and then found out that the + heir of the King of Bohemia was in love with Perdita, the pretty shepherd + girl. Polixenes, wishing to see whether this was true, disguised himself, + and went with the faithful Camillo, in disguise too, to the old shepherd's + house. They arrived at the feast of sheep-shearing, and, though strangers, + they were made very welcome. There was dancing going on, and a peddler was + selling ribbons and laces and gloves, which the young men bought for their + sweethearts. + </p> + <p> + Florizel and Perdita, however, were taking no part in this gay scene, but + sat quietly together talking. The King noticed the charming manners and + great beauty of Perdita, never guessing that she was the daughter of his + old friend, Leontes. He said to Camillo-- + </p> + <p> + “This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever ran on the green sward. + Nothing she does or seems but smacks of something greater than + herself--too noble for this place.” + </p> + <p> + And Camillo answered, “In truth she is the Queen of curds and cream.” + </p> + <p> + But when Florizel, who did not recognize his father, called upon the + strangers to witness his betrothal with the pretty shepherdess, the King + made himself known and forbade the marriage, adding that if ever she saw + Florizel again, he would kill her and her old father, the shepherd; and + with that he left them. But Camillo remained behind, for he was charmed + with Perdita, and wished to befriend her. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/wtale4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="perdita" id="perdita"></a> Camillo had long known how sorry + Leontes was for that foolish madness of his, and he longed to go back to + Sicily to see his old master. He now proposed that the young people should + go there and claim the protection of Leontes. So they went, and the + shepherd went with them, taking Perdita's jewels, her baby clothes, and + the paper he had found pinned to her cloak. + </p> + <p> + Leontes received them with great kindness. He was very polite to Prince + Florizel, but all his looks were for Perdita. He saw how much she was like + the Queen Hermione, and said again and again-- + </p> + <p> + “Such a sweet creature my daughter might have been, if I had not cruelly + sent her from me.” + </p> + <p> + When the old shepherd heard that the King had lost a baby daughter, who + had been left upon the coast of Bohemia, he felt sure that Perdita, the + child he had reared, must be the King's daughter, and when he told his + tale and showed the jewels and the paper, the King perceived that Perdita + was indeed his long-lost child. He welcomed her with joy, and rewarded the + good shepherd. + </p> + <p> + Polixenes had hastened after his son to prevent his marriage with Perdita, + but when he found that she was the daughter of his old friend, he was only + too glad to give his consent. + </p> + <p> + Yet Leontes could not be happy. He remembered how his fair Queen, who + should have been at his side to share his joy in his daughter's happiness, + was dead through his unkindness, and he could say nothing for a long time + but-- + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thy mother! thy mother!” and ask forgiveness of the King of Bohemia, + and then kiss his daughter again, and then the Prince Florizel, and then + thank the old shepherd for all his goodness. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/wtale5.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="talking" id="talking"></a> Then Paulina, who had been high all + these years in the King's favor, because of her kindness to the dead Queen + Hermione, said--“I have a statue made in the likeness of the dead Queen, a + piece many years in doing, and performed by the rare Italian master, + Giulio Romano. I keep it in a private house apart, and there, ever since + you lost your Queen, I have gone twice or thrice a day. Will it please + your Majesty to go and see the statue?” + </p> + <p> + So Leontes and Polixenes, and Florizel and Perdita, with Camillo and their + attendants, went to Paulina's house where there was a heavy purple curtain + screening off an alcove; and Paulina, with her hand on the curtain, said-- + </p> + <p> + “She was peerless when she was alive, and I do believe that her dead + likeness excels whatever yet you have looked upon, or that the hand of man + hath done. Therefore I keep it lonely, apart. But here it is--behold, and + say, 'tis well.” + </p> + <p> + And with that she drew back the curtain and showed them the statue. The + King gazed and gazed on the beautiful statue of his dead wife, but said + nothing. + </p> + <p> + “I like your silence,” said Paulina; “it the more shows off your wonder. + But speak, is it not like her?” + </p> + <p> + “It is almost herself,” said the King, “and yet, Paulina, Hermione was not + so much wrinkled, nothing so old as this seems.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, not by much,” said Polixenes. + </p> + <p> + “Al,” said Paulina, “that is the cleverness of the carver, who shows her + to us as she would have been had she lived till now.” + </p> + <p> + And still Leontes looked at the statue and could not take his eyes away. + </p> + <p> + “If I had known,” said Paulina, “that this poor image would so have + stirred your grief, and love, I would not have shown it to you.” + </p> + <p> + But he only answered, “Do not draw the curtain.” + </p> + <p> + “No, you must not look any longer,” said Paulina, “or you will think it + moves.” + </p> + <p> + “Let be! let be!” said the King. “Would you not think it breathed?” + </p> + <p> + “I will draw the curtain,” said Paulina; “you will think it lives + presently.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/wtale6.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="hermione" id="hermione"></a> “Ah, sweet Paulina,” said Leontes, + “make me to think so twenty years together.” + </p> + <p> + “If you can bear it,” said Paulina, “I can make the statue move, make it + come down and take you by the hand. Only you would think it was by wicked + magic.” + </p> + <p> + “Whatever you can make her do, I am content to look on,” said the King. + </p> + <p> + And then, all folks there admiring and beholding, the statue moved from + its pedestal, and came down the steps and put its arms round the King's + neck, and he held her face and kissed her many times, for this was no + statue, but the real living Queen Hermione herself. She had lived hidden, + by Paulina's kindness, all these years, and would not discover herself to + her husband, though she knew he had repented, because she could not quite + forgive him till she knew what had become of her little baby. + </p> + <p> + Now that Perdita was found, she forgave her husband everything, and it was + like a new and beautiful marriage to them, to be together once more. + </p> + <p> + Florizel and Perdita were married and lived long and happily. + </p> + <p> + To Leontes his many years of suffering were well paid for in the moment + when, after long grief and pain, he felt the arms of his true love around + him once again. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="lear" id="lear">KING LEAR</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + King Lear was old and tired. He was aweary of the business of his kingdom, + and wished only to end his days quietly near his three daughters. Two of + his daughters were married to the Dukes of Albany and Cornwall; and the + Duke of Burgundy and the King of France were both suitors for the hand of + Cordelia, his youngest daughter. + </p> + <p> + Lear called his three daughters together, and told them that he proposed + to divide his kingdom between them. “But first,” said he, “I should like + to know how much you love me.” + </p> + <p> + Goneril, who was really a very wicked woman, and did not love her father + at all, said she loved him more than words could say; she loved him dearer + than eyesight, space or liberty, more than life, grace, health, beauty, + and honor. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/klear1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="france" id="france"></a> “I love you as much as my sister and + more,” professed Regan, “since I care for nothing but my father's love.” + </p> + <p> + Lear was very much pleased with Regan's professions, and turned to his + youngest daughter, Cordelia. “Now, our joy, though last not least,” he + said, “the best part of my kingdom have I kept for you. What can you say?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, my lord,” answered Cordelia. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again,” said the King. + </p> + <p> + And Cordelia answered, “I love your Majesty according to my duty--no more, + no less.” + </p> + <p> + And this she said, because she was disgusted with the way in which her + sisters professed love, when really they had not even a right sense of + duty to their old father. + </p> + <p> + “I am your daughter,” she went on, “and you have brought me up and loved + me, and I return you those duties back as are right and fit, obey you, + love you, and most honor you.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/klear2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="regan" id="regan"></a> Lear, who loved Cordelia best, had wished + her to make more extravagant professions of love than her sisters. “Go,” + he said, “be for ever a stranger to my heart and me.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl of Kent, one of Lear's favorite courtiers and captains, tried to + say a word for Cordelia's sake, but Lear would not listen. He divided the + kingdom between Goneril and Regan, and told them that he should only keep + a hundred knights at arms, and would live with his daughters by turns. + </p> + <p> + When the Duke of Burgundy knew that Cordelia would have no share of the + kingdom, he gave up his courtship of her. But the King of France was + wiser, and said, “Thy dowerless daughter, King, is Queen of us--of ours, + and our fair France.” + </p> + <p> + “Take her, take her,” said the King; “for I will never see that face of + hers again.” + </p> + <p> + So Cordelia became Queen of France, and the Earl of Kent, for having + ventured to take her part, was banished from the kingdom. The King now + went to stay with his daughter Goneril, who had got everything from her + father that he had to give, and now began to grudge even the hundred + knights that he had reserved for himself. She was harsh and undutiful to + him, and her servants either refused to obey his orders or pretended that + they did not hear them. + </p> + <p> + Now the Earl of Kent, when he was banished, made as though he would go + into another country, but instead he came back in the disguise of a + servingman and took service with the King. The King had now two + friends--the Earl of Kent, whom he only knew as his servant, and his Fool, + who was faithful to him. Goneril told her father plainly that his knights + only served to fill her Court with riot and feasting; and so she begged + him only to keep a few old men about him such as himself. + </p> + <p> + “My train are men who know all parts of duty,” said Lear. “Goneril, I will + not trouble you further--yet I have left another daughter.” + </p> + <p> + And his horses being saddled, he set out with his followers for the castle + of Regan. But she, who had formerly outdone her sister in professions of + attachment to the King, now seemed to outdo her in undutiful conduct, + saying that fifty knights were too many to wait on him, and Goneril (who + had hurried thither to prevent Regan showing any kindness to the old King) + said five were too many, since her servants could wait on him. + </p> + <p> + Then when Lear saw that what they really wanted was to drive him away, he + left them. It was a wild and stormy night, and he wandered about the heath + half mad with misery, and with no companion but the poor Fool. But + presently his servant, the good Earl of Kent, met him, and at last + persuaded him to lie down in a wretched little hovel. At daybreak the Earl + of Kent removed his royal master to Dover, and hurried to the Court of + France to tell Cordelia what had happened. + </p> + <p> + Cordelia's husband gave her an army and with it she landed at Dover. Here + she found poor King Lear, wandering about the fields, wearing a crown of + nettles and weeds. They brought him back and fed and clothed him, and + Cordelia came to him and kissed him. + </p> + <p> + “You must bear with me,” said Lear; “forget and forgive. I am old and + foolish.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/klear3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="prison" id="prison"></a> And now he knew at last which of his + children it was that had loved him best, and who was worthy of his love. + </p> + <p> + Goneril and Regan joined their armies to fight Cordelia's army, and were + successful; and Cordelia and her father were thrown into prison. Then + Goneril's husband, the Duke of Albany, who was a good man, and had not + known how wicked his wife was, heard the truth of the whole story; and + when Goneril found that her husband knew her for the wicked woman she was, + she killed herself, having a little time before given a deadly poison to + her sister, Regan, out of a spirit of jealousy. + </p> + <p> + But they had arranged that Cordelia should be hanged in prison, and though + the Duke of Albany sent messengers at once, it was too late. The old King + came staggering into the tent of the Duke of Albany, carrying the body of + his dear daughter Cordelia, in his arms. + </p> + <p> + And soon after, with words of love for her upon his lips, he fell with her + still in his arms, and died. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="twelfth" id="twelfth">TWELFTH NIGHT</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Orsino, the Duke of Illyria, was deeply in love with a beautiful + Countess named Olivia. Yet was all his love in vain, for she disdained his + suit; and when her brother died, she sent back a messenger from the Duke, + bidding him tell his master that for seven years she would not let the + very air behold her face, but that, like a nun, she would walk veiled; and + all this for the sake of a dead brother's love, which she would keep fresh + and lasting in her sad remembrance. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/tnight1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="captain" id="captain"></a> The Duke longed for someone to whom he + could tell his sorrow, and repeat over and over again the story of his + love. And chance brought him such a companion. For about this time a + goodly ship was wrecked on the Illyrian coast, and among those who reached + land in safety were the captain and a fair young maid, named Viola. But + she was little grateful for being rescued from the perils of the sea, + since she feared that her twin brother was drowned, Sebastian, as dear to + her as the heart in her bosom, and so like her that, but for the + difference in their manner of dress, one could hardly be told from the + other. The captain, for her comfort, told her that he had seen her brother + bind himself “to a strong mast that lived upon the sea,” and that thus + there was hope that he might be saved. + </p> + <p> + Viola now asked in whose country she was, and learning that the young Duke + Orsino ruled there, and was as noble in his nature as in his name, she + decided to disguise herself in male attire, and seek for employment with + him as a page. + </p> + <p> + In this she succeeded, and now from day to day she had to listen to the + story of Orsino's love. At first she sympathized very truly with him, but + soon her sympathy grew to love. At last it occurred to Orsino that his + hopeless love-suit might prosper better if he sent this pretty lad to woo + Olivia for him. Viola unwillingly went on this errand, but when she came + to the house, Malvolio, Olivia's steward, a vain, officious man, sick, as + his mistress told him, of self-love, forbade the messenger admittance. + </p> + <p> + Viola, however (who was now called Cesario), refused to take any denial, + and vowed to have speech with the Countess. Olivia, hearing how her + instructions were defied and curious to see this daring youth, said, + “We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.” + </p> + <p> + When Viola was admitted to her presence and the servants had been sent + away, she listened patiently to the reproaches which this bold messenger + from the Duke poured upon her, and listening she fell in love with the + supposed Cesario; and when Cesario had gone, Olivia longed to send some + love-token after him. So, calling Malvolio, she bade him follow the boy. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/tnight2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="olivia" id="olivia"></a> “He left this ring behind him,” she + said, taking one from her finger. “Tell him I will none of it.” + </p> + <p> + Malvolio did as he was bid, and then Viola, who of course knew perfectly + well that she had left no ring behind her, saw with a woman's quickness + that Olivia loved her. Then she went back to the Duke, very sad at heart + for her lover, and for Olivia, and for herself. + </p> + <p> + It was but cold comfort she could give Orsino, who now sought to ease the + pangs of despised love by listening to sweet music, while Cesario stood by + his side. + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said the Duke to his page that night, “you too have been in love.” + </p> + <p> + “A little,” answered Viola. + </p> + <p> + “What kind of woman is it?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Of your complexion,” she answered. + </p> + <p> + “What years, i' faith?” was his next question. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/tnight3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="love" id="love"></a> To this came the pretty answer, “About your + years, my lord.” + </p> + <p> + “Too old, by Heaven!” cried the Duke. “Let still the woman take an elder + than herself.” + </p> + <p> + And Viola very meekly said, “I think it well, my lord.” + </p> + <p> + By and by Orsino begged Cesario once more to visit Olivia and to plead his + love-suit. But she, thinking to dissuade him, said-- + </p> + <p> + “If some lady loved you as you love Olivia?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! that cannot be,” said the Duke. + </p> + <p> + “But I know,” Viola went on, “what love woman may have for a man. My + father had a daughter loved a man, as it might be,” she added blushing, + “perhaps, were I a woman, I should love your lordship.” + </p> + <p> + “And what is her history?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “A blank, my lord,” Viola answered. “She never told her love, but let + concealment like a worm in the bud feed on her damask cheek: she pined in + thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy she sat, like Patience on + a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?” + </p> + <p> + “But died thy sister of her love, my boy?” the Duke asked; and Viola, who + had all the time been telling her own love for him in this pretty fashion, + said-- + </p> + <p> + “I am all the daughters my father has and all the brothers-- Sir, shall I + go to the lady?” + </p> + <p> + “To her in haste,” said the Duke, at once forgetting all about the story, + “and give her this jewel.” + </p> + <p> + So Viola went, and this time poor Olivia was unable to hide her love, and + openly confessed it with such passionate truth, that Viola left her + hastily, saying-- + </p> + <p> + “Nevermore will I deplore my master's tears to you.” + </p> + <p> + But in vowing this, Viola did not know the tender pity she would feel for + other's suffering. So when Olivia, in the violence of her love, sent a + messenger, praying Cesario to visit her once more, Cesario had no heart to + refuse the request. + </p> + <p> + But the favors which Olivia bestowed upon this mere page aroused the + jealousy of Sir Andrew Aguecheek, a foolish, rejected lover of hers, who + at that time was staying at her house with her merry old uncle Sir Toby. + This same Sir Toby dearly loved a practical joke, and knowing Sir Andrew + to be an arrant coward, he thought that if he could bring off a duel + between him and Cesario, there would be rare sport indeed. So he induced + Sir Andrew to send a challenge, which he himself took to Cesario. The poor + page, in great terror, said-- + </p> + <p> + “I will return again to the house, I am no fighter.” + </p> + <p> + “Back you shall not to the house,” said Sir Toby, “unless you fight me + first.” + </p> + <p> + And as he looked a very fierce old gentleman, Viola thought it best to + await Sir Andrew's coming; and when he at last made his appearance, in a + great fright, if the truth had been known, she tremblingly drew her sword, + and Sir Andrew in like fear followed her example. Happily for them both, + at this moment some officers of the Court came on the scene, and stopped + the intended duel. Viola gladly made off with what speed she might, while + Sir Toby called after her-- + </p> + <p> + “A very paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare!” + </p> + <p> + Now, while these things were happening, Sebastian had escaped all the + dangers of the deep, and had landed safely in Illyria, where he determined + to make his way to the Duke's Court. On his way thither he passed Olivia's + house just as Viola had left it in such a hurry, and whom should he meet + but Sir Andrew and Sir Toby. Sir Andrew, mistaking Sebastian for the + cowardly Cesario, took his courage in both hands, and walking up to him + struck him, saying, “There's for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, there's for you; and there, and there!” said Sebastian, bitting back + a great deal harder, and again and again, till Sir Toby came to the rescue + of his friend. Sebastian, however, tore himself free from Sir Toby's + clutches, and drawing his sword would have fought them both, but that + Olivia herself, having heard of the quarrel, came running in, and with + many reproaches sent Sir Toby and his friend away. Then turning to + Sebastian, whom she too thought to be Cesario, she besought him with many + a pretty speech to come into the house with her. + </p> + <p> + Sebastian, half dazed and all delighted with her beauty and grace, readily + consented, and that very day, so great was Olivia's baste, they were + married before she had discovered that he was not Cesario, or Sebastian + was quite certain whether or not he was in a dream. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Orsino, hearing how ill Cesario sped with Olivia, visited her + himself, taking Cesario with him. Olivia met them both before her door, + and seeing, as she thought, her husband there, reproached him for leaving + her, while to the Duke she said that his suit was as fat and wholesome to + her as howling after music. + </p> + <p> + “Still so cruel?” said Orsino. + </p> + <p> + “Still so constant,” she answered. + </p> + <p> + Then Orsino's anger growing to cruelty, he vowed that, to be revenged on + her, he would kill Cesario, whom he knew she loved. “Come, boy,” he said + to the page. + </p> + <p> + And Viola, following him as he moved away, said, “I, to do you rest, a + thousand deaths would die.” + </p> + <p> + A great fear took hold on Olivia, and she cried aloud, “Cesario, husband, + stay!” + </p> + <p> + “Her husband?” asked the Duke angrily. + </p> + <p> + “No, my lord, not I,” said Viola. + </p> + <p> + “Call forth the holy father,” cried Olivia. + </p> + <p> + And the priest who had married Sebastian and Olivia, coming in, declared + Cesario to be the bridegroom. + </p> + <p> + “O thou dissembling cub!” the Duke exclaimed. “Farewell, and take her, but + go where thou and I henceforth may never meet.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Sir Andrew came up with bleeding crown, complaining that + Cesario had broken his head, and Sir Toby's as well. + </p> + <p> + “I never hurt you,” said Viola, very positively; “you drew your sword on + me, but I bespoke you fair, and hurt you not.” + </p> + <p> + Yet, for all her protesting, no one there believed her; but all their + thoughts were on a sudden changed to wonder, when Sebastian came in. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry, madam,” he said to his wife, “I have hurt your kinsman. + Pardon me, sweet, even for the vows we made each other so late ago.” + </p> + <p> + “One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons!” cried the Duke, looking + first at Viola, and then at Sebastian. + </p> + <p> + “An apple cleft in two,” said one who knew Sebastian, “is not more twin + than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?” + </p> + <p> + “I never had a brother,” said Sebastian. “I had a sister, whom the blind + waves and surges have devoured.” “Were you a woman,” he said to Viola, “I + should let my tears fall upon your cheek, and say, 'Thrice welcome, + drowned Viola!'” + </p> + <p> + Then Viola, rejoicing to see her dear brother alive, confessed that she + was indeed his sister, Viola. As she spoke, Orsino felt the pity that is + akin to love. + </p> + <p> + “Boy,” he said, “thou hast said to me a thousand times thou never shouldst + love woman like to me.” + </p> + <p> + “And all those sayings will I overswear,” Viola replied, “and all those + swearings keep true.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me thy hand,” Orsino cried in gladness. “Thou shalt be my wife, and + my fancy's queen.” + </p> + <p> + Thus was the gentle Viola made happy, while Olivia found in Sebastian a + constant lover, and a good husband, and he in her a true and loving wife. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="nothing" id="nothing">MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> In Sicily is a town called Messina, which is the scene of a curious + storm in a teacup that raged several hundred years ago. + </p> + <p> + It began with sunshine. Don Pedro, Prince of Arragon, in Spain, had gained + so complete a victory over his foes that the very land whence they came is + forgotten. Feeling happy and playful after the fatigues of war, Don Pedro + came for a holiday to Messina, and in his suite were his stepbrother Don + John and two young Italian lords, Benedick and Claudio. + </p> + <p> + Benedick was a merry chatterbox, who had determined to live a bachelor. + Claudio, on the other hand, no sooner arrived at Messina than he fell in + love with Hero, the daughter of Leonato, Governor of Messina. + </p> + <p> + One July day, a perfumer called Borachio was burning dried lavender in a + musty room in Leonato's house, when the sound of conversation floated + through the open window. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/maan1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="hero" id="hero"></a> “Give me your candid opinion of Hero,” + Claudio, asked, and Borachio settled himself for comfortable listening. + </p> + <p> + “Too short and brown for praise,” was Benedick's reply; “but alter her + color or height, and you spoil her.” + </p> + <p> + “In my eyes she is the sweetest of women,” said Claudio. + </p> + <p> + “Not in mine,” retorted Benedick, “and I have no need for glasses. She is + like the last day of December compared with the first of May if you set + her beside her cousin. Unfortunately, the Lady Beatrice is a fury.” + </p> + <p> + Beatrice was Leonato's niece. She amused herself by saying witty and + severe things about Benedick, who called her Dear Lady Disdain. She was + wont to say that she was born under a dancing star, and could not + therefore be dull. + </p> + <p> + Claudio and Benedick were still talking when Don Pedro came up and said + good-humoredly, “Well, gentlemen, what's the secret?” + </p> + <p> + “I am longing,” answered Benedick, “for your Grace to command me to tell.” + </p> + <p> + “I charge you, then, on your allegiance to tell me,” said Don Pedro, + falling in with his humor. + </p> + <p> + “I can be as dumb as a mute,” apologized Benedick to Claudio, “but his + Grace commands my speech.” To Don Pedro he said, “Claudio is in love with + Hero, Leonato's short daughter.” + </p> + <p> + Don Pedro was pleased, for he admired Hero and was fond of Claudio. When + Benedick had departed, he said to Claudio, “Be steadfast in your love for + Hero, and I will help you to win her. To-night her father gives a + masquerade, and I will pretend I am Claudio, and tell her how Claudio + loves her, and if she be pleased, I will go to her father and ask his + consent to your union.” + </p> + <p> + Most men like to do their own wooing, but if you fall in love with a + Governor's only daughter, you are fortunate if you can trust a prince to + plead for you. + </p> + <p> + Claudio then was fortunate, but he was unfortunate as well, for he had an + enemy who was outwardly a friend. This enemy was Don Pedro's stepbrother + Don John, who was jealous of Claudio because Don Pedro preferred him to + Don John. + </p> + <p> + It was to Don John that Borachio came with the interesting conversation + which he had overheard. + </p> + <p> + “I shall have some fun at that masquerade myself,” said Don John when + Borachio ceased speaking. + </p> + <p> + On the night of the masquerade, Don Pedro, masked and pretending he was + Claudio, asked Hero if he might walk with her. + </p> + <p> + They moved away together, and Don John went up to Claudio and said, + “Signor Benedick, I believe?” “The same,” fibbed Claudio. + </p> + <p> + “I should be much obliged then,” said Don John, “if you would use your + influence with my brother to cure him of his love for Hero. She is beneath + him in rank.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know he loves her?” inquired Claudio. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/maan2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="ursula" id="ursula"></a> “I heard him swear his affection,” was + the reply, and Borachio chimed in with, “So did I too.” + </p> + <p> + Claudio was then left to himself, and his thought was that his Prince had + betrayed him. “Farewell, Hero,” he muttered; “I was a fool to trust to an + agent.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Beatrice and Benedick (who was masked) were having a brisk + exchange of opinions. + </p> + <p> + “Did Benedick ever make you laugh?” asked she. + </p> + <p> + “Who is Benedick?” he inquired. + </p> + <p> + “A Prince's jester,” replied Beatrice, and she spoke so sharply that “I + would not marry her,” he declared afterwards, “if her estate were the + Garden of Eden.” + </p> + <p> + But the principal speaker at the masquerade was neither Beatrice nor + Benedick. It was Don Pedro, who carried out his plan to the letter, and + brought the light back to Claudio's face in a twinkling, by appearing + before him with Leonato and Hero, and saying, “Claudio, when would you + like to go to church?” + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow,” was the prompt answer. “Time goes on crutches till I marry + Hero.” + </p> + <p> + “Give her a week, my dear son,” said Leonato, and Claudio's heart thumped + with joy. + </p> + <p> + “And now,” said the amiable Don Pedro, “we must find a wife for Signor + Benedick. It is a task for Hercules.” + </p> + <p> + “I will help you,” said Leonato, “if I have to sit up ten nights.” + </p> + <p> + Then Hero spoke. “I will do what I can, my lord, to find a good husband + for Beatrice.” + </p> + <p> + Thus, with happy laughter, ended the masquerade which had given Claudio a + lesson for nothing. + </p> + <p> + Borachio cheered up Don John by laying a plan before him with which he was + confident he could persuade both Claudio and Don Pedro that Hero was a + fickle girl who had two strings to her bow. Don John agreed to this plan + of hate. + </p> + <p> + Don Pedro, on the other hand, had devised a cunning plan of love. “If,” he + said to Leonato, “we pretend, when Beatrice is near enough to overhear us, + that Benedick is pining for her love, she will pity him, see his good + qualities, and love him. And if, when Benedick thinks we don't know he is + listening, we say how sad it is that the beautiful Beatrice should be in + love with a heartless scoffer like Benedick, he will certainly be on his + knees before her in a week or less.” + </p> + <p> + So one day, when Benedick was reading in a summer-house, Claudio sat down + outside it with Leonato, and said, “Your daughter told me something about + a letter she wrote.” + </p> + <p> + “Letter!” exclaimed Leonato. “She will get up twenty times in the night + and write goodness knows what. But once Hero peeped, and saw the words + 'Benedick and Beatrice' on the sheet, and then Beatrice tore it up.” + </p> + <p> + “Hero told me,” said Claudio, “that she cried, 'O sweet Benedick!'” + </p> + <p> + Benedick was touched to the core by this improbable story, which he was + vain enough to believe. “She is fair and good,” he said to himself. “I + must not seem proud. I feel that I love her. People will laugh, of course; + but their paper bullets will do me no harm.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Beatrice came to the summerhouse, and said, “Against my + will, I have come to tell you that dinner is ready.” + </p> + <p> + “Fair Beatrice, I thank you,” said Benedick. + </p> + <p> + “I took no more pains to come than you take pains to thank me,” was the + rejoinder, intended to freeze him. + </p> + <p> + But it did not freeze him. It warmed him. The meaning he squeezed out of + her rude speech was that she was delighted to come to him. + </p> + <p> + Hero, who had undertaken the task of melting the heart of Beatrice, took + no trouble to seek an occasion. She simply said to her maid Margaret one + day, “Run into the parlor and whisper to Beatrice that Ursula and I are + talking about her in the orchard.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/maan3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="benedick" id="benedick"></a> Having said this, she felt as sure that + Beatrice would overhear what was meant for her ears as if she had made an + appointment with her cousin. + </p> + <p> + In the orchard was a bower, screened from the sun by honeysuckles, and + Beatrice entered it a few minutes after Margaret had gone on her errand. + </p> + <p> + “But are you sure,” asked Ursula, who was one of Hero's attendants, “that + Benedick loves Beatrice so devotedly?” + </p> + <p> + “So say the Prince and my betrothed,” replied Hero, “and they wished me to + tell her, but I said, 'No! Let Benedick get over it.'” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you say that?” + </p> + <p> + “Because Beatrice is unbearably proud. Her eyes sparkle with disdain and + scorn. She is too conceited to love. I should not like to see her making + game of poor Benedick's love. I would rather see Benedick waste away like + a covered fire.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't agree with you,” said Ursula. “I think your cousin is too + clear-sighted not to see the merits of Benedick.” “He is the one man in + Italy, except Claudio,” said Hero. + </p> + <p> + The talkers then left the orchard, and Beatrice, excited and tender, + stepped out of the summer-house, saying to herself, “Poor dear Benedick, + be true to me, and your love shall tame this wild heart of mine.” + </p> + <p> + We now return to the plan of hate. + </p> + <p> + The night before the day fixed for Claudio's wedding, Don John entered a + room in which Don Pedro and Claudio were conversing, and asked Claudio if + he intended to be married to-morrow. + </p> + <p> + “You know he does!” said Don Pedro. + </p> + <p> + “He may know differently,” said Don John, “when he has seen what I will + show him if he will follow me.” + </p> + <p> + They followed him into the garden; and they saw a lady leaning out of + Hero's window talking love to Borachio. + </p> + <p> + Claudio thought the lady was Hero, and said, “I will shame her for it + to-morrow!” Don Pedro thought she was Hero, too; but she was not Hero; she + was Margaret. + </p> + <p> + Don John chuckled noiselessly when Claudio and Don Pedro quitted the + garden; he gave Borachio a purse containing a thousand ducats. + </p> + <p> + The money made Borachio feel very gay, and when he was walking in the + street with his friend Conrade, he boasted of his wealth and the giver, + and told what he had done. + </p> + <p> + A watchman overheard them, and thought that a man who had been paid a + thousand ducats for villainy was worth taking in charge. He therefore + arrested Borachio and Conrade, who spent the rest of the night in prison. + </p> + <p> + Before noon of the next day half the aristocrats in Messina were at + church. Hero thought it was her wedding day, and she was there in her + wedding dress, no cloud on her pretty face or in her frank and shining + eyes. + </p> + <p> + The priest was Friar Francis. + </p> + <p> + Turning to Claudio, he said, “You come hither, my lord, to marry this + lady?” “No!” contradicted Claudio. + </p> + <p> + Leonato thought he was quibbling over grammar. “You should have said, + Friar,” said he, “'You come to be married to her.'” + </p> + <p> + Friar Francis turned to Hero. “Lady,” he said, “you come hither to be + married to this Count?” “I do,” replied Hero. + </p> + <p> + “If either of you know any impediment to this marriage, I charge you to + utter it,” said the Friar. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know of any, Hero?” asked Claudio. “None,” said she. + </p> + <p> + “Know you of any, Count?” demanded the Friar. “I dare reply for him, + 'None,'” said Leonato. + </p> + <p> + Claudio exclaimed bitterly, “O! what will not men dare say! Father,” he + continued, “will you give me your daughter?” “As freely,” replied Leonato, + “as God gave her to me.” + </p> + <p> + “And what can I give you,” asked Claudio, “which is worthy of this gift?” + “Nothing,” said Don Pedro, “unless you give the gift back to the giver.” + </p> + <p> + “Sweet Prince, you teach me,” said Claudio. “There, Leonato, take her + back.” + </p> + <p> + These brutal words were followed by others which flew from Claudio, Don + Pedro and Don John. + </p> + <p> + The church seemed no longer sacred. Hero took her own part as long as she + could, then she swooned. All her persecutors left the church, except her + father, who was befooled by the accusations against her, and cried, “Hence + from her! Let her die!” + </p> + <p> + But Friar Francis saw Hero blameless with his clear eyes that probed the + soul. “She is innocent,” he said; “a thousand signs have told me so.” + </p> + <p> + Hero revived under his kind gaze. Her father, flurried and angry, knew not + what to think, and the Friar said, “They have left her as one dead with + shame. Let us pretend that she is dead until the truth is declared, and + slander turns to remorse.” + </p> + <p> + “The Friar advises well,” said Benedick. Then Hero was led away into a + retreat, and Beatrice and Benedick remained alone in the church. + </p> + <p> + Benedick knew she had been weeping bitterly and long. “Surely I do believe + your fair cousin is wronged,” he said. She still wept. + </p> + <p> + “Is it not strange,” asked Benedick, gently, “that I love nothing in the + world as well as you?” + </p> + <p> + “It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing as well as you,” said + Beatrice, “but I do not say it. I am sorry for my cousin.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me what to do for her,” said Benedick. “Kill Claudio.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! not for the wide world,” said Benedick. “Your refusal kills me,” said + Beatrice. “Farewell.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough! I will challenge him,” cried Benedick. + </p> + <p> + During this scene Borachio and Conrade were in prison. There they were + examined by a constable called Dogberry. + </p> + <p> + The watchman gave evidence to the effect that Borachio had said that he + had received a thousand ducats for conspiring against Hero. + </p> + <p> + Leonato was not present at this examination, but he was nevertheless now + thoroughly convinced Of Hero's innocence. He played the part of bereaved + father very well, and when Don Pedro and Claudio called on him in a + friendly way, he said to the Italian, “You have slandered my child to + death, and I challenge you to combat.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot fight an old man,” said Claudio. + </p> + <p> + “You could kill a girl,” sneered Leonato, and Claudio crimsoned. + </p> + <p> + Hot words grew from hot words, and both Don Pedro and Claudio were feeling + scorched when Leonato left the room and Benedick entered. + </p> + <p> + “The old man,” said Claudio, “was like to have snapped my nose off.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a villain!” said Benedick, shortly. “Fight me when and with what + weapon you please, or I call you a coward.” + </p> + <p> + Claudio was astounded, but said, “I'll meet you. Nobody shall say I can't + carve a calf's head.” + </p> + <p> + Benedick smiled, and as it was time for Don Pedro to receive officials, + the Prince sat down in a chair of state and prepared his mind for justice. + </p> + <p> + The door soon opened to admit Dogberry and his prisoners. + </p> + <p> + “What offence,” said Don Pedro, “are these men charged with?” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/maan4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="francis" id="francis"></a> Borachio thought the moment a happy + one for making a clean breast of it. He laid the whole blame on Don John, + who had disappeared. “The lady Hero being dead,” he said, “I desire + nothing but the reward of a murderer.” + </p> + <p> + Claudio heard with anguish and deep repentance. + </p> + <p> + Upon the re-entrance of Leonato be said to him, “This slave makes clear + your daughter's innocence. Choose your revenge. + </p> + <p> + “Leonato,” said Don Pedro, humbly, “I am ready for any penance you may + impose.” + </p> + <p> + “I ask you both, then,” said Leonato, “to proclaim my daughter's + innocence, and to honor her tomb by singing her praise before it. As for + you, Claudio, I have this to say: my brother has a daughter so like Hero + that she might be a copy of her. Marry her, and my vengeful feelings die.” + </p> + <p> + “Noble sir,” said Claudio, “I am yours.” Claudio then went to his room and + composed a solemn song. Going to the church with Don Pedro and his + attendants, he sang it before the monument of Leonato's family. When he + had ended he said, “Good night, Hero. Yearly will I do this.” + </p> + <p> + He then gravely, as became a gentleman whose heart was Hero's, made ready + to marry a girl whom he did not love. He was told to meet her in Leonato's + house, and was faithful to his appointment. + </p> + <p> + He was shown into a room where Antonio (Leonato's brother) and several + masked ladies entered after him. Friar Francis, Leonato, and Benedick were + present. + </p> + <p> + Antonio led one of the ladies towards Claudio. + </p> + <p> + “Sweet,” said the young man, “let me see your face.” + </p> + <p> + “Swear first to marry her,” said Leonato. + </p> + <p> + “Give me your hand,” said Claudio to the lady; “before this holy friar I + swear to marry you if you will be my wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Alive I was your wife,” said the lady, as she drew off her mask. + </p> + <p> + “Another Hero!” exclaimed Claudio. + </p> + <p> + “Hero died,” explained Leonato, “only while slander lived.” + </p> + <p> + The Friar was then going to marry the reconciled pair, but Benedick + interrupted him with, “Softly, Friar; which of these ladies is Beatrice?” + </p> + <p> + Hereat Beatrice unmasked, and Benedick said, “You love me, don't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Only moderately,” was the reply. “Do you love me?” + </p> + <p> + “Moderately,” answered Benedick. + </p> + <p> + “I was told you were well-nigh dead for me,” remarked Beatrice. + </p> + <p> + “Of you I was told the same,” said Benedick. + </p> + <p> + “Here's your own hand in evidence of your love,” said Claudio, producing a + feeble sonnet which Benedick had written to his sweetheart. “And here,” + said Hero, “is a tribute to Benedick, which I picked out of the pocket of + Beatrice.” + </p> + <p> + “A miracle!” exclaimed Benedick. “Our hands are against our hearts! Come, + I will marry you, Beatrice.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall be my husband to save your life,” was the rejoinder. + </p> + <p> + Benedick kissed her on the mouth; and the Friar married them after he had + married Claudio and Hero. + </p> + <p> + “How is Benedick the married man?” asked Don Pedro. + </p> + <p> + “Too happy to be made unhappy,” replied Benedick. “Crack what jokes you + will. As for you, Claudio, I had hoped to run you through the body, but as + you are now my kinsman, live whole and love my cousin.” + </p> + <p> + “My cudgel was in love with you, Benedick, until to-day,” said Claudio; + but, “Come, come, let's dance,” said Benedick. + </p> + <p> + And dance they did. Not even the news of the capture of Don John was able + to stop the flying feet of the happy lovers, for revenge is not sweet + against an evil man who has failed to do harm. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <a name="julietcolor" id="julietcolor"></a> <img src="images/rj2.gif" width="250" height="325" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> Romeo and + Juliet + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="rj" id="rj">ROMEO AND JULIET</a> + </h2> + <p> + Once upon a time there lived in Verona two great families named Montagu + and Capulet. They were both rich, and I suppose they were as sensible, in + most things, as other rich people. But in one thing they were extremely + silly. There was an old, old quarrel between the two families, and instead + of making it up like reasonable folks, they made a sort of pet of their + quarrel, and would not let it die out. So that a Montagu wouldn't speak to + a Capulet if he met one in the street--nor a Capulet to a Montagu--or if + they did speak, it was to say rude and unpleasant things, which often + ended in a fight. And their relations and servants were just as foolish, + so that street fights and duels and uncomfortablenesses of that kind were + always growing out of the Montagu-and-Capulet quarrel. + </p> + <p> + Now Lord Capulet, the head of that family, gave a party-- a grand supper + and a dance--and he was so hospitable that he said anyone might come to it + except (of course) the Montagues. But there was a young Montagu named + Romeo, who very much wanted to be there, because Rosaline, the lady he + loved, had been asked. This lady had never been at all kind to him, and he + had no reason to love her; but the fact was that he wanted to love + somebody, and as he hadn't seen the right lady, he was obliged to love the + wrong one. So to the Capulet's grand party he came, with his friends + Mercutio and Benvolio. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/rj1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="fight" id="fight"></a> Old Capulet welcomed him and his two + friends very kindly--and young Romeo moved about among the crowd of + courtly folk dressed in their velvets and satins, the men with jeweled + sword hilts and collars, and the ladies with brilliant gems on breast and + arms, and stones of price set in their bright girdles. Romeo was in his + best too, and though he wore a black mask over his eyes and nose, everyone + could see by his mouth and his hair, and the way he held his head, that he + was twelve times handsomer than anyone else in the room. + </p> + <p> + Presently amid the dancers he saw a lady so beautiful and so lovable that + from that moment he never again gave one thought to that Rosaline whom he + had thought he loved. And he looked at this other fair lady, as she moved + in the dance in her white satin and pearls, and all the world seemed vain + and worthless to him compared with her. And he was saying this, or + something like it, when Tybalt, Lady Capulet's nephew, hearing his voice, + knew him to be Romeo. Tybalt, being very angry, went at once to his uncle, + and told him how a Montagu had come uninvited to the feast; but old + Capulet was too fine a gentleman to be discourteous to any man under his + own roof, and he bade Tybalt be quiet. But this young man only waited for + a chance to quarrel with Romeo. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime Romeo made his way to the fair lady, and told her in sweet + words that he loved her, and kissed her. Just then her mother sent for + her, and then Romeo found out that the lady on whom he had set his heart's + hopes was Juliet, the daughter of Lord Capulet, his sworn foe. So he went + away, sorrowing indeed, but loving her none the less. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/rj3.gif" alt="Please keep photowith html" /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="juliet" id="juliet"></a> Then Juliet said to her nurse: + </p> + <p> + “Who is that gentleman that would not dance?” + </p> + <p> + “His name is Romeo, and a Montagu, the only son of your great enemy,” + answered the nurse. + </p> + <p> + Then Juliet went to her room, and looked out of her window, over the + beautiful green-grey garden, where the moon was shining. And Romeo was + hidden in that garden among the trees--because he could not bear to go + right away without trying to see her again. So she--not knowing him to be + there--spoke her secret thought aloud, and told the quiet garden how she + loved Romeo. + </p> + <p> + And Romeo heard and was glad beyond measure. Hidden below, he looked up + and saw her fair face in the moonlight, framed in the blossoming creepers + that grew round her window, and as he looked and listened, he felt as + though he had been carried away in a dream, and set down by some magician + in that beautiful and enchanted garden. + </p> + <p> + “Ah--why are you called Romeo?” said Juliet. “Since I love you, what does + it matter what you are called?” + </p> + <p> + “Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized--henceforth I never will be + Romeo,” he cried, stepping into the full white moonlight from the shade of + the cypresses and oleanders that had hidden him. + </p> + <p> + She was frightened at first, but when she saw that it was Romeo himself, + and no stranger, she too was glad, and, he standing in the garden below + and she leaning from the window, they spoke long together, each one trying + to find the sweetest words in the world, to make that pleasant talk that + lovers use. And the tale of all they said, and the sweet music their + voices made together, is all set down in a golden book, where you children + may read it for yourselves some day. + </p> + <p> + And the time passed so quickly, as it does for folk who love each other + and are together, that when the time came to part, it seemed as though + they had met but that moment-- and indeed they hardly knew how to part. + </p> + <p> + “I will send to you to-morrow,” said Juliet. + </p> + <p> + And so at last, with lingering and longing, they said good-bye. + </p> + <p> + Juliet went into her room, and a dark curtain bid her bright window. Romeo + went away through the still and dewy garden like a man in a dream. + </p> + <p> + The next morning, very early, Romeo went to Friar Laurence, a priest, and, + telling him all the story, begged him to marry him to Juliet without + delay. And this, after some talk, the priest consented to do. + </p> + <p> + So when Juliet sent her old nurse to Romeo that day to know what he + purposed to do, the old woman took back a message that all was well, and + all things ready for the marriage of Juliet and Romeo on the next morning. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/rj4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="juliet2" id="juliet2"></a> The young lovers were afraid to ask + their parents' consent to their marriage, as young people should do, + because of this foolish old quarrel between the Capulets and the + Montagues. + </p> + <p> + And Friar Laurence was willing to help the young lovers secretly, because + he thought that when they were once married their parents might soon be + told, and that the match might put a happy end to the old quarrel. + </p> + <p> + So the next morning early, Romeo and Juliet were married at Friar + Laurence's cell, and parted with tears and kisses. And Romeo promised to + come into the garden that evening, and the nurse got ready a rope-ladder + to let down from the window, so that Romeo could climb up and talk to his + dear wife quietly and alone. + </p> + <p> + But that very day a dreadful thing happened. + </p> + <p> + Tybalt, the young man who had been so vexed at Romeo's going to the + Capulet's feast, met him and his two friends, Mercutio and Benvolio, in + the street, called Romeo a villain, and asked him to fight. Romeo had no + wish to fight with Juliet's cousin, but Mercutio drew his sword, and he + and Tybalt fought. And Mercutio was killed. When Romeo saw that this + friend was dead, he forgot everything except anger at the man who had + killed him, and he and Tybalt fought till Tybalt fell dead. + </p> + <p> + So, on the very day of his wedding, Romeo killed his dear Juliet's cousin, + and was sentenced to be banished. Poor Juliet and her young husband met + that night indeed; he climbed the rope-ladder among the flowers, and found + her window, but their meeting was a sad one, and they parted with bitter + tears and hearts heavy, because they could not know when they should meet + again. + </p> + <p> + Now Juliet's father, who, of course, had no idea that she was married, + wished her to wed a gentleman named Paris, and was so angry when she + refused, that she hurried away to ask Friar Laurence what she should do. + He advised her to pretend to consent, and then he said: + </p> + <p> + “I will give you a draught that will make you seem to be dead for two + days, and then when they take you to church it will be to bury you, and + not to marry you. They will put you in the vault thinking you are dead, + and before you wake up Romeo and I will be there to take care of you. Will + you do this, or are you afraid?” + </p> + <p> + “I will do it; talk not to me of fear!” said Juliet. And she went home and + told her father she would marry Paris. If she had spoken out and told her + father the truth . . . well, then this would have been a different story. + </p> + <p> + Lord Capulet was very much pleased to get his own way, and set about + inviting his friends and getting the wedding feast ready. Everyone stayed + up all night, for there was a great deal to do, and very little time to do + it in. Lord Capulet was anxious to get Juliet married because he saw she + was very unhappy. Of course she was really fretting about her husband + Romeo, but her father thought she was grieving for the death of her cousin + Tybalt, and he thought marriage would give her something else to think + about. + </p> + <p> + Early in the morning the nurse came to call Juliet, and to dress her for + her wedding; but she would not wake, and at last the nurse cried out + suddenly-- + </p> + <p> + “Alas! alas! help! help! my lady's dead! Oh, well-a-day that ever I was + born!” + </p> + <p> + Lady Capulet came running in, and then Lord Capulet, and Lord Paris, the + bridegroom. There lay Juliet cold and white and lifeless, and all their + weeping could not wake her. So it was a burying that day instead of a + marrying. Meantime Friar Laurence had sent a messenger to Mantua with a + letter to Romeo telling him of all these things; and all would have been + well, only the messenger was delayed, and could not go. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/rj5.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="dead" id="dead"></a> But ill news travels fast. Romeo's servant + who knew the secret of the marriage, but not of Juliet's pretended death, + heard of her funeral, and hurried to Mantua to tell Romeo how his young + wife was dead and lying in the grave. + </p> + <p> + “Is it so?” cried Romeo, heart-broken. “Then I will lie by Juliet's side + to-night.” + </p> + <p> + And he bought himself a poison, and went straight back to Verona. He + hastened to the tomb where Juliet was lying. It was not a grave, but a + vault. He broke open the door, and was just going down the stone steps + that led to the vault where all the dead Capulets lay, when he heard a + voice behind him calling on him to stop. + </p> + <p> + It was the Count Paris, who was to have married Juliet that very day. + </p> + <p> + “How dare you come here and disturb the dead bodies of the Capulets, you + vile Montagu?” cried Paris. + </p> + <p> + Poor Romeo, half mad with sorrow, yet tried to answer gently. + </p> + <p> + “You were told,” said Paris, “that if you returned to Verona you must + die.” + </p> + <p> + “I must indeed,” said Romeo. “I came here for nothing else. Good, gentle + youth--leave me! Oh, go--before I do you any harm! I love you better than + myself--go--leave me here--” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/rj6.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="tomb" id="tomb"></a> Then Paris said, “I defy you, and I arrest + you as a felon,” and Romeo, in his anger and despair, drew his sword. They + fought, and Paris was killed. + </p> + <p> + As Romeo's sword pierced him, Paris cried-- + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I am slain! If thou be merciful, open the tomb, and lay me with + Juliet!” + </p> + <p> + And Romeo said, “In faith I will.” + </p> + <p> + And he carried the dead man into the tomb and laid him by the dear + Juliet's side. Then he kneeled by Juliet and spoke to her, and held her in + his arms, and kissed her cold lips, believing that she was dead, while all + the while she was coming nearer and nearer to the time of her awakening. + Then he drank the poison, and died beside his sweetheart and wife. + </p> + <p> + Now came Friar Laurence when it was too late, and saw all that had + happened--and then poor Juliet woke out of her sleep to find her husband + and her friend both dead beside her. + </p> + <p> + The noise of the fight had brought other folks to the place too, and Friar + Laurence, hearing them, ran away, and Juliet was left alone. She saw the + cup that had held the poison, and knew how all had happened, and since no + poison was left for her, she drew her Romeo's dagger and thrust it through + her heart--and so, falling with her head on her Romeo's breast, she died. + And here ends the story of these faithful and most unhappy lovers. + </p> + <p> + * * * * * * * + </p> + <p> + And when the old folks knew from Friar Laurence of all that had befallen, + they sorrowed exceedingly, and now, seeing all the mischief their wicked + quarrel had wrought, they repented them of it, and over the bodies of + their dead children they clasped hands at last, in friendship and + forgiveness. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="pericles" id="pericles"></a> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="perciles" id="perciles">PERICLES</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Pericles, the Prince of Tyre, was unfortunate enough to make an + enemy of Antiochus, the powerful and wicked King of Antioch; and so great + was the danger in which he stood that, on the advice of his trusty + counselor, Lord Helicanus, he determined to travel about the world for a + time. He came to this decision despite the fact that, by the death of his + father, he was now King of Tyre. So he set sail for Tarsus, appointing + Helicanus Regent during his absence. That he did wisely in thus leaving + his kingdom was soon made clear. + </p> + <p> + Hardly had he sailed on his voyage, when Lord Thaliard arrived from + Antioch with instructions from his royal master to kill Pericles. The + faithful Helicanus soon discovered the deadly purpose of this wicked lord, + and at once sent messengers to Tarsus to warn the King of the danger which + threatened him. + </p> + <p> + The people of Tarsus were in such poverty and distress that Pericles, + feeling that he could find no safe refuge there, put to sea again. But a + dreadful storm overtook the ship in which he was, and the good vessel was + wrecked, while of all on board only Pericles was saved. Bruised and wet + and faint, he was flung upon the cruel rocks on the coast of Pentapolis, + the country of the good King Simonides. Worn out as he was, he looked for + nothing but death, and that speedily. But some fishermen, coming down to + the beach, found him there, and gave him clothes and bade him be of good + cheer. + </p> + <p> + “Thou shalt come home with me,” said one of them, “and we will have flesh + for holidays, fish for fasting days, and moreo'er, puddings and flapjacks, + and thou shalt be welcome.” + </p> + <p> + They told him that on the morrow many princes and knights were going to + the King's Court, there to joust and tourney for the love of his daughter, + the beautiful Princess Thaisa. + </p> + <p> + “Did but my fortunes equal my desires,” said Pericles, “I'd wish to make + one there.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, some of the fishermen came by, drawing their net, and it + dragged heavily, resisting all their efforts, but at last they hauled it + in, to find that it contained a suit of rusty armor; and looking at it, he + blessed Fortune for her kindness, for he saw that it was his own, which + had been given to him by his dead father. He begged the fishermen to let + him have it that he might go to Court and take part in the tournament, + promising that if ever his ill fortunes bettered, he would reward them + well. The fishermen readily consented, and being thus fully equipped, + Pericles set off in his rusty armor to the King's Court. + </p> + <p> + In the tournament none bore himself so well as Pericles, and he won the + wreath of victory, which the fair Princess herself placed on his brows. + Then at her father's command she asked him who he was, and whence he came; + and he answered that he was a knight of Tyre, by name Pericles, but he did + not tell her that he was the King of that country, for he knew that if + once his whereabouts became known to Antiochus, his life would not be + worth a pin's purchase. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless Thaisa loved him dearly, and the King was so pleased with his + courage and graceful bearing that he gladly permitted his daughter to have + her own way, when she told him she would marry the stranger knight or die. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/perci1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="tournament" id="tournament"></a> Thus Pericles became the husband + of the fair lady for whose sake he had striven with the knights who came + in all their bravery to joust and tourney for her love. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the wicked King Antiochus had died, and the people in Tyre, + hearing no news of their King, urged Lord Helicanus to ascend the vacant + throne. But they could only get him to promise that he would become their + King, if at the end of a year Pericles did not come back. Moreover, he + sent forth messengers far and wide in search of the missing Pericles. + </p> + <p> + Some of these made their way to Pentapolis, and finding their King there, + told him how discontented his people were at his long absence, and that, + Antiochus being dead, there was nothing now to hinder him from returning + to his kingdom. Then Pericles told his wife and father-in-law who he + really was, and they and all the subjects of Simonides greatly rejoiced to + know that the gallant husband of Thaisa was a King in his own right. So + Pericles set sail with his dear wife for his native land. But once more + the sea was cruel to him, for again a dreadful storm broke out, and while + it was at its height, a servant came to tell him that a little daughter + was born to him. This news would have made his heart glad indeed, but that + the servant went on to add that his wife--his dear, dear Thaisa--was dead. + </p> + <p> + While he was praying the gods to be good to his little baby girl, the + sailors came to him, declaring that the dead Queen must be thrown + overboard, for they believed that the storm would never cease so long as a + dead body remained in the vessel. So Thaisa was laid in a big chest with + spices and jewels, and a scroll on which the sorrowful King wrote these + lines: + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + “Here I give to understand + </p> + <p> + (If e'er this coffin drive a-land), + </p> + <p> + I, King Pericles, have lost + </p> + <p> + This Queen worth all our mundane cost. + </p> + <p> + Who finds her, give her burying; + </p> + <p> + She was the daughter of a King; + </p> + <p> + Besides this treasure for a fee, + </p> + <p> + The gods requite his charity!” + </p> + <p> + <br /> Then the chest was cast into the sea, and the waves taking it, by + and by washed it ashore at Ephesus, where it was found by the servants of + a lord named Cerimon. He at once ordered it to be opened, and when he saw + how lovely Thaisa looked, he doubted if she were dead, and took immediate + steps to restore her. Then a great wonder happened, for she, who had been + thrown into the sea as dead, came back to life. But feeling sure that she + would never see her husband again, Thaisa retired from the world, and + became a priestess of the Goddess Diana. + </p> + <p> + While these things were happening, Pericles went on to Tarsus with his + little daughter, whom he called Marina, because she had been born at sea. + Leaving her in the hands of his old friend the Governor of Tarsus, the + King sailed for his own dominions. + </p> + <p> + Now Dionyza, the wife of the Governor of Tarsus, was a jealous and wicked + woman, and finding that the young Princess grew up a more accomplished and + charming girl than her own daughter, she determined to take Marina's life. + So when Marina was fourteen, Dionyza ordered one of her servants to take + her away and kill her. This villain would have done so, but that he was + interrupted by some pirates who came in and carried Marina off to sea with + them, and took her to Mitylene, where they sold her as a slave. Yet such + was her goodness, her grace, and her beauty, that she soon became honored + there, and Lysimachus, the young Governor, fell deep in love with her, and + would have married her, but that he thought she must be of too humble + parentage to become the wife of one in his high position. + </p> + <p> + The wicked Dionyza believed, from her servant's report, that Marina was + really dead, and so she put up a monument to her memory, and showed it to + King Pericles, when after long years of absence he came to see his + much-loved child. When he heard that she was dead, his grief was terrible + to see. He set sail once more, and putting on sackcloth, vowed never to + wash his face or cut his hair again. There was a pavilion erected on deck, + and there he lay alone, and for three months he spoke word to none. + </p> + <p> + At last it chanced that his ship came into the port of Mitylene, and + Lysimachus, the Governor, went on board to enquire whence the vessel came. + When he heard the story of Pericles' sorrow and silence, he bethought him + of Marina, and believing that she could rouse the King from his stupor, + sent for her and bade her try her utmost to persuade the King to speak, + promising whatever reward she would, if she succeeded. Marina gladly + obeyed, and sending the rest away, she sat and sang to her poor + grief-laden father, yet, sweet as was her voice, he made no sign. So + presently she spoke to him, saying that her grief might equal his, for, + though she was a slave, she came from ancestors that stood equal to mighty + kings. + </p> + <p> + Something in her voice and story touched the King's heart, and he looked + up at her, and as he looked, he saw with wonder how like she was to his + lost wife, so with a great hope springing up in his heart, he bade her + tell her story. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/perci2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="marina" id="marina"></a> Then, with many interruptions from the + King, she told him who she was and how she had escaped from the cruel + Dionyza. So Pericles knew that this was indeed his daughter, and he kissed + her again and again, crying that his great seas of joy drowned him with + their sweetness. “Give me my robes,” he said: “O Heaven, bless my girl!” + </p> + <p> + Then there came to him, though none else could hear it, the sound of + heavenly music, and falling asleep, he beheld the goddess Diana, in a + vision. + </p> + <p> + “Go,” she said to him, “to my temple at Ephesus, and when my maiden + priests are met together, reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife.” + </p> + <p> + Pericles obeyed the goddess and told his tale before her altar. Hardly had + he made an end, when the chief priestess, crying out, “You are--you are--O + royal Pericles!” fell fainting to the ground, and presently recovering, + she spoke again to him, “O my lord, are you not Pericles?” “The voice of + dead Thaisa!” exclaimed the King in wonder. “That Thaisa am I,” she said, + and looking at her he saw that she spoke the very truth. + </p> + <p> + Thus Pericles and Thaisa, after long and bitter suffering, found happiness + once more, and in the joy of their meeting they forgot the pain of the + past. To Marina great happiness was given, and not only in being restored + to her dear parents; for she married Lysimachus, and became a princess in + the land where she had been sold as a slave. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="hamlet" id="hamlet">HAMLET</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Hamlet was the only son of the King of Denmark. He loved his father + and mother dearly--and was happy in the love of a sweet lady named + Ophelia. Her father, Polonius, was the King's Chamberlain. + </p> + <p> + While Hamlet was away studying at Wittenberg, his father died. Young + Hamlet hastened home in great grief to hear that a serpent had stung the + King, and that he was dead. The young Prince had loved his father so + tenderly that you may judge what he felt when he found that the Queen, + before yet the King had been laid in the ground a month, had determined to + marry again--and to marry the dead King's brother. + </p> + <p> + Hamlet refused to put off mourning for the wedding. + </p> + <p> + “It is not only the black I wear on my body,” he said, “that proves my + loss. I wear mourning in my heart for my dead father. His son at least + remembers him, and grieves still.” + </p> + <p> + Then said Claudius the King's brother, “This grief is unreasonable. Of + course you must sorrow at the loss of your father, but--” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Hamlet, bitterly, “I cannot in one little month forget those I + love.” + </p> + <p> + With that the Queen and Claudius left him, to make merry over their + wedding, forgetting the poor good King who had been so kind to them both. + </p> + <p> + And Hamlet, left alone, began to wonder and to question as to what he + ought to do. For he could not believe the story about the snake-bite. It + seemed to him all too plain that the wicked Claudius had killed the King, + so as to get the crown and marry the Queen. Yet he had no proof, and could + not accuse Claudius. + </p> + <p> + And while he was thus thinking came Horatio, a fellow student of his, from + Wittenberg. + </p> + <p> + “What brought you here?” asked Hamlet, when he had greeted his friend + kindly. + </p> + <p> + “I came, my lord, to see your father's funeral.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it was to see my mother's wedding,” said Hamlet, bitterly. “My + father! We shall not look upon his like again.” + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” answered Horatio, “I think I saw him yesternight.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/hamlet1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="appears" id="appears"></a> Then, while Hamlet listened in surprise, + Horatio told how he, with two gentlemen of the guard, had seen the King's + ghost on the battlements. Hamlet went that night, and true enough, at + midnight, the ghost of the King, in the armor he had been wont to wear, + appeared on the battlements in the chill moonlight. Hamlet was a brave + youth. Instead of running away from the ghost he spoke to it--and when it + beckoned him he followed it to a quiet place, and there the ghost told him + that what he had suspected was true. The wicked Claudius had indeed killed + his good brother the King, by dropping poison into his ear as he slept in + his orchard in the afternoon. + </p> + <p> + “And you,” said the ghost, “must avenge this cruel murder-- on my wicked + brother. But do nothing against the Queen-- for I have loved her, and she + is your mother. Remember me.” + </p> + <p> + Then seeing the morning approach, the ghost vanished. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said Hamlet, “there is nothing left but revenge. Remember thee--I + will remember nothing else--books, pleasure, youth--let all go--and your + commands alone live on my brain.” + </p> + <p> + So when his friends came back he made them swear to keep the secret of the + ghost, and then went in from the battlements, now gray with mingled dawn + and moonlight, to think how he might best avenge his murdered father. + </p> + <p> + The shock of seeing and hearing his father's ghost made him feel almost + mad, and for fear that his uncle might notice that he was not himself, he + determined to hide his mad longing for revenge under a pretended madness + in other matters. + </p> + <p> + And when he met Ophelia, who loved him--and to whom he had given gifts, + and letters, and many loving words--he behaved so wildly to her, that she + could not but think him mad. For she loved him so that she could not + believe he would be as cruel as this, unless he were quite mad. So she + told her father, and showed him a pretty letter from Hamlet. And in the + letter was much folly, and this pretty verse-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “Doubt that the stars are fire; + </p> + <p> + Doubt that the sun doth move; + </p> + <p> + Doubt truth to be a liar; + </p> + <p> + But never doubt I love.” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> And from that time everyone believed that the cause of Hamlet's + supposed madness was love. + </p> + <p> + Poor Hamlet was very unhappy. He longed to obey his father's ghost--and + yet he was too gentle and kindly to wish to kill another man, even his + father's murderer. And sometimes he wondered whether, after all, the ghost + spoke truly. + </p> + <p> + Just at this time some actors came to the Court, and Hamlet ordered them + to perform a certain play before the King and Queen. Now, this play was + the story of a man <i>who had been murdered in his garden by a near + relation, who afterwards married the dead man's wife.</i> + </p> + <p> + You may imagine the feelings of the wicked King, as he sat on his throne, + with the Queen beside him and all his Court around, and saw, acted on the + stage, the very wickedness that he had himself done. And when, in the + play, the wicked relation poured poison into the ear of the sleeping man, + the wicked Claudius suddenly rose, and staggered from the room--the Queen + and others following. + </p> + <p> + Then said Hamlet to his friends-- + </p> + <p> + “Now I am sure the ghost spoke true. For if Claudius had not done this + murder, he could not have been so distressed to see it in a play.” + </p> + <p> + Now the Queen sent for Hamlet, by the King's desire, to scold him for his + conduct during the play, and for other matters; and Claudius, wishing to + know exactly what happened, told old Polonius to hide himself behind the + hangings in the Queen's room. And as they talked, the Queen got frightened + at Hamlet's rough, strange words, and cried for help, and Polonius behind + the curtain cried out too. Hamlet, thinking it was the King who was hidden + there, thrust with his sword at the hangings, and killed, not the King, + but poor old Polonius. + </p> + <p> + So now Hamlet had offended his uncle and his mother, and by bad hap killed + his true love's father. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/hamlet2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="hamlet2" id="hamlet2"></a> “Oh! what a rash and bloody deed is + this,” cried the Queen. + </p> + <p> + And Hamlet answered bitterly, “Almost as bad as to kill a king, and marry + his brother.” Then Hamlet told the Queen plainly all his thoughts and how + he knew of the murder, and begged her, at least, to have no more + friendship or kindness of the base Claudius, who had killed the good King. + And as they spoke the King's ghost again appeared before Hamlet, but the + Queen could not see it. So when the ghost had gone, they parted. + </p> + <p> + When the Queen told Claudius what had passed, and how Polonius was dead, + he said, “This shows plainly that Hamlet is mad, and since he has killed + the Chancellor, it is for his own safety that we must carry out our plan, + and send him away to England.” + </p> + <p> + So Hamlet was sent, under charge of two courtiers who served the King, and + these bore letters to the English Court, requiring that Hamlet should be + put to death. But Hamlet had the good sense to get at these letters, and + put in others instead, with the names of the two courtiers who were so + ready to betray him. Then, as the vessel went to England, Hamlet escaped + on board a pirate ship, and the two wicked courtiers left him to his fate, + and went on to meet theirs. + </p> + <p> + Hamlet hurried home, but in the meantime a dreadful thing had happened. + Poor pretty Ophelia, having lost her lover and her father, lost her wits + too, and went in sad madness about the Court, with straws, and weeds, and + flowers in her hair, singing strange scraps of songs, and talking poor, + foolish, pretty talk with no heart of meaning to it. And one day, coming + to a stream where willows grew, she tried to bang a flowery garland on a + willow, and fell into the water with all her flowers, and so died. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/hamlet3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="ophelia" id="ophelia"></a> And Hamlet had loved her, though his + plan of seeming madness had made him hide it; and when he came back, he + found the King and Queen, and the Court, weeping at the funeral of his + dear love and lady. + </p> + <p> + Ophelia's brother, Laertes, had also just come to Court to ask justice for + the death of his father, old Polonius; and now, wild with grief, he leaped + into his sister's grave, to clasp her in his arms once more. + </p> + <p> + “I loved her more than forty thousand brothers,” cried Hamlet, and leapt + into the grave after him, and they fought till they were parted. + </p> + <p> + Afterwards Hamlet begged Laertes to forgive him. + </p> + <p> + “I could not bear,” he said, “that any, even a brother, should seem to + love her more than I.” + </p> + <p> + But the wicked Claudius would not let them be friends. He told Laertes how + Hamlet had killed old Polonius, and between them they made a plot to slay + Hamlet by treachery. + </p> + <p> + Laertes challenged him to a fencing match, and all the Court were present. + Hamlet had the blunt foil always used in fencing, but Laertes had prepared + for himself a sword, sharp, and tipped with poison. And the wicked King + had made ready a bowl of poisoned wine, which he meant to give poor Hamlet + when he should grow warm with the sword play, and should call for drink. + </p> + <p> + So Laertes and Hamlet fought, and Laertes, after some fencing, gave Hamlet + a sharp sword thrust. Hamlet, angry at this treachery--for they had been + fencing, not as men fight, but as they play--closed with Laertes in a + struggle; both dropped their swords, and when they picked them up again, + Hamlet, without noticing it, had exchanged his own blunt sword for + Laertes' sharp and poisoned one. And with one thrust of it he pierced + Laertes, who fell dead by his own treachery. + </p> + <p> + At this moment the Queen cried out, “The drink, the drink! Oh, my dear + Hamlet! I am poisoned!” + </p> + <p> + She had drunk of the poisoned bowl the King had prepared for Hamlet, and + the King saw the Queen, whom, wicked as he was, he really loved, fall dead + by his means. + </p> + <p> + Then Ophelia being dead, and Polonius, and the Queen, and Laertes, and the + two courtiers who had been sent to England, Hamlet at last found courage + to do the ghost's bidding and avenge his father's murder--which, if he had + braced up his heart to do long before, all these lives had been spared, + and none had suffered but the wicked King, who well deserved to die. + </p> + <p> + Hamlet, his heart at last being great enough to do the deed he ought, + turned the poisoned sword on the false King. + </p> + <p> + “Then--venom--do thy work!” he cried, and the King died. + </p> + <p> + So Hamlet in the end kept the promise he had made his father. And all + being now accomplished, he himself died. And those who stood by saw him + die, with prayers and tears, for his friends and his people loved him with + their whole hearts. Thus ends the tragic tale of Hamlet, Prince of + Denmark. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <a name="imogencolor" id="imogencolor"></a> <img + src="images/cymbel1.gif" width="250" height="325" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> Imogen + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="cymbeline" id="cymbeline">CYMBELINE</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Cymbeline was the King of Britain. He had three children. The two + sons were stolen away from him when they were quite little children, and + he was left with only one daughter, Imogen. The King married a second + time, and brought up Leonatus, the son of a dear friend, as Imogen's + playfellow; and when Leonatus was old enough, Imogen secretly married him. + This made the King and Queen very angry, and the King, to punish Leonatus, + banished him from Britain. + </p> + <p> + Poor Imogen was nearly heart-broken at parting from Leonatus, and he was + not less unhappy. For they were not only lovers and husband and wife, but + they had been friends and comrades ever since they were quite little + children. With many tears and kisses they said “Good-bye.” They promised + never to forget each other, and that they would never care for anyone else + as long as they lived. + </p> + <p> + “This diamond was my mother's, love,” said Imogen; “take it, my heart, and + keep it as long as you love me.” + </p> + <p> + “Sweetest, fairest,” answered Leonatus, “wear this bracelet for my sake.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” cried Imogen, weeping, “when shall we meet again?” + </p> + <p> + And while they were still in each other's arms, the King came in, and + Leonatus had to leave without more farewell. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/cymbel2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="imogen" id="imogen"></a> When he was come to Rome, where he had + gone to stay with an old friend of his father's, he spent his days still + in thinking of his dear Imogen, and his nights in dreaming of her. One day + at a feast some Italian and French noblemen were talking of their + sweethearts, and swearing that they were the most faithful and honorable + and beautiful ladies in the world. And a Frenchman reminded Leonatus how + he had said many times that his wife Imogen was more fair, wise, and + constant than any of the ladies in France. + </p> + <p> + “I say so still,” said Leonatus. + </p> + <p> + “She is not so good but that she would deceive,” said Iachimo, one of the + Italian nobles. + </p> + <p> + “She never would deceive,” said Leonatus. + </p> + <p> + “I wager,” said Iachimo, “that, if I go to Britain, I can persuade your + wife to do whatever I wish, even if it should be against your wishes.” + </p> + <p> + “That you will never do,” said Leonatus. “I wager this ring upon my + finger,” which was the very ring Imogen had given him at parting, “that my + wife will keep all her vows to me, and that you will never persuade her to + do otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + So Iachimo wagered half his estate against the ring on Leonatus's finger, + and started forthwith for Britain, with a letter of introduction to + Leonatus's wife. When he reached there he was received with all kindness; + but he was still determined to win his wager. + </p> + <p> + He told Imogen that her husband thought no more of her, and went on to + tell many cruel lies about him. Imogen listened at first, but presently + perceived what a wicked person Iachimo was, and ordered him to leave her. + Then he said-- + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, fair lady, all that I have said is untrue. I only told you + this to see whether you would believe me, or whether you were as much to + be trusted as your husband thinks. Will you forgive me?” + </p> + <p> + “I forgive you freely,” said Imogen. + </p> + <p> + “Then,” went on Iachimo, “perhaps you will prove it by taking charge of a + trunk, containing a number of jewels which your husband and I and some + other gentlemen have bought as a present for the Emperor of Rome.” + </p> + <p> + “I will indeed,” said Imogen, “do anything for my husband and a friend of + my husband's. Have the jewels sent into my room, and I will take care of + them.” + </p> + <p> + “It is only for one night,” said Iachimo, “for I leave Britain again + to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/cymbel3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="trunk" id="trunk"></a> So the trunk was carried into Imogen's + room, and that night she went to bed and to sleep. When she was fast + asleep, the lid of the trunk opened and a man got out. It was Iachimo. The + story about the jewels was as untrue as the rest of the things he had + said. He had only wished to get into her room to win his wicked wager. He + looked about him and noticed the furniture, and then crept to the side of + the bed where Imogen was asleep and took from her arm the gold bracelet + which had been the parting gift of her husband. Then he crept back to the + trunk, and next morning sailed for Rome. + </p> + <p> + When he met Leonatus, he said-- + </p> + <p> + “I have been to Britain and I have won the wager, for your wife no longer + thinks about you. She stayed talking with me all one night in her room, + which is hung with tapestry and has a carved chimney-piece, and silver + andirons in the shape of two winking Cupids.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not believe she has forgotten me; I do not believe she stayed + talking with you in her room. You have heard her room described by the + servants.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Iachimo, “but she gave me this bracelet. She took it from her + arm. I see her yet. Her pretty action did outsell her gift, and yet + enriched it too. She gave it me, and said she prized it once.” + </p> + <p> + “Take the ring,” cried Leonatus, “you have won; and you might have won my + life as well, for I care nothing for it now I know my lady has forgotten + me.” + </p> + <p> + And mad with anger, he wrote letters to Britain to his old servant, + Pisanio, ordering him to take Imogen to Milford Haven, and to murder her, + because she had forgotten him and given away his gift. At the same time he + wrote to Imogen herself, telling her to go with Pisanio, his old servant, + to Milford Haven, and that he, her husband, would be there to meet her. + </p> + <p> + Now when Pisanio got this letter he was too good to carry out its orders, + and too wise to let them alone altogether. So he gave Imogen the letter + from her husband, and started with her for Milford Haven. Before he left, + the wicked Queen gave him a drink which, she said, would be useful in + sickness. She hoped he would give it to Imogen, and that Imogen would die, + and the wicked Queen's son could be King. For the Queen thought this drink + was a poison, but really and truly it was only a sleeping-draft. + </p> + <p> + When Pisanio and Imogen came near to Milford Haven, he told her what was + really in the letter he had had from her husband. + </p> + <p> + “I must go on to Rome, and see him myself,” said Imogen. + </p> + <p> + And then Pisanio helped her to dress in boy's clothes, and sent her on her + way, and went back to the Court. Before he went he gave her the drink he + had had from the Queen. + </p> + <p> + Imogen went on, getting more and more tired, and at last came to a cave. + Someone seemed to live there, but no one was in just then. So she went in, + and as she was almost dying of hunger, she took some food she saw there, + and had just done so, when an old man and two boys came into the cave. She + was very much frightened when she saw them, for she thought that they + would be angry with her for taking their food, though she had meant to + leave money for it on the table. But to her surprise they welcomed her + kindly. She looked very pretty in her boy's clothes and her face was good, + as well as pretty. + </p> + <p> + “You shall be our brother,” said both the boys; and so she stayed with + them, and helped to cook the food, and make things comfortable. But one + day when the old man, whose name was Bellarius, was out hunting with the + two boys, Imogen felt ill, and thought she would try the medicine Pisanio + had given her. So she took it, and at once became like a dead creature, so + that when Bellarius and the boys came back from hunting, they thought she + was dead, and with many tears and funeral songs, they carried her away and + laid her in the wood, covered with flowers. + </p> + <p> + They sang sweet songs to her, and strewed flowers on her, pale primroses, + and the azure harebell, and eglantine, and furred moss, and went away + sorrowful. No sooner had they gone than Imogen awoke, and not knowing how + she came there, nor where she was, went wandering through the wood. + </p> + <p> + Now while Imogen had been living in the cave, the Romans had decided to + attack Britain, and their army had come over, and with them Leonatus, who + had grown sorry for his wickedness against Imogen, so had come back, not + to fight with the Romans against Britain, but with the Britons against + Rome. So as Imogen wandered alone, she met with Lucius, the Roman General, + and took service with him as his page. + </p> + <p> + When the battle was fought between the Romans and Britons, Bellarius and + his two boys fought for their own country, and Leonatus, disguised as a + British peasant, fought beside them. The Romans had taken Cymbeline + prisoner, and old Bellarius, with his sons and Leonatus, bravely rescued + the King. Then the Britons won the battle, and among the prisoners brought + before the King were Lucius, with Imogen, Iachimo, and Leonatus, who had + put on the uniform of a Roman soldier. He was tired of his life since he + had cruelly ordered his wife to be killed, and he hoped that, as a Roman + soldier, he would be put to death. + </p> + <p> + When they were brought before the King, Lucius spoke out-- + </p> + <p> + “A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer,” he said. “If I must die, so be + it. This one thing only will I entreat. My boy, a Briton born, let him be + ransomed. Never master had a page so kind, so duteous, diligent, true. He + has done no Briton harm, though he has served a Roman. Save him, Sir.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/cymbel4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="stupefied" id="stupefied"></a> Then Cymbeline looked on the page, + who was his own daughter, Imogen, in disguise, and though he did not + recognize her, he felt such a kindness that he not only spared the boy's + life, but he said-- + </p> + <p> + “He shall have any boon he likes to ask of me, even though he ask a + prisoner, the noblest taken.” + </p> + <p> + Then Imogen said, “The boon I ask is that this gentleman shall say from + whom he got the ring he has on his finger,” and she pointed to Iachimo. + </p> + <p> + “Speak,” said Cymbeline, “how did you get that diamond?” + </p> + <p> + Then Iachimo told the whole truth of his villainy. At this, Leonatus was + unable to contain himself, and casting aside all thought of disguise, he + came forward, cursing himself for his folly in having believed Iachimo's + lying story, and calling again and again on his wife whom he believed + dead. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Imogen, my love, my life!” he cried. “Oh, Imogen! + </p> + <p> + Then Imogen, forgetting she was disguised, cried out, “Peace, my + lord--here, here!” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/cymbel5.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html." /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="leonatus" id="leonatus"></a> Leonatus turned to strike the + forward page who thus interfered in his great trouble, and then he saw + that it was his wife, Imogen, and they fell into each other's arms. + </p> + <p> + The King was so glad to see his dear daughter again, and so grateful to + the man who had rescued him (whom he now found to be Leonatus), that he + gave his blessing on their marriage, and then he turned to Bellarius, and + the two boys. Now Bellarius spoke-- + </p> + <p> + “I am your old servant, Bellarius. You accused me of treason when I had + only been loyal to you, and to be doubted, made me disloyal. So I stole + your two sons, and see,--they are here!” And he brought forward the two + boys, who had sworn to be brothers to Imogen when they thought she was a + boy like themselves. + </p> + <p> + The wicked Queen was dead of some of her own poisons, and the King, with + his three children about him, lived to a happy old age. + </p> + <p> + So the wicked were punished, and the good and true lived happy ever after. + So may the wicked suffer, and honest folk prosper till the world's end. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="macbeth" id="macbeth">MACBETH</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> When a person is asked to tell the story of Macbeth, he can tell two + stories. One is of a man called Macbeth who came to the throne of Scotland + by a crime in the year of our Lord 1039, and reigned justly and well, on + the whole, for fifteen years or more. This story is part of Scottish + history. The other story issues from a place called Imagination; it is + gloomy and wonderful, and you shall hear it. + </p> + <p> + A year or two before Edward the Confessor began to rule England, a battle + was won in Scotland against a Norwegian King by two generals named Macbeth + and Banquo. After the battle, the generals walked together towards Forres, + in Elginshire, where Duncan, King of Scotland, was awaiting them. + </p> + <p> + While they were crossing a lonely heath, they saw three bearded women, + sisters, hand in hand, withered in appearance and wild in their attire. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/macb1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="witches" id="witches"></a> “Speak, who are you?” demanded Macbeth. + </p> + <p> + “Hail, Macbeth, chieftain of Glamis,” said the first woman. + </p> + <p> + “Hail, Macbeth, chieftain of Cawdor,” said the second woman. + </p> + <p> + “Hail, Macbeth, King that is to be,” said the third woman. + </p> + <p> + Then Banquo asked, “What of me?” and the third woman replied, “Thou shalt + be the father of kings.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me more,” said Macbeth. “By my father's death I am chieftain of + Glamis, but the chieftain of Cawdor lives, and the King lives, and his + children live. Speak, I charge you!” + </p> + <p> + The women replied only by vanishing, as though suddenly mixed with the + air. + </p> + <p> + Banquo and Macbeth knew then that they had been addressed by witches, and + were discussing their prophecies when two nobles approached. One of them + thanked Macbeth, in the King's name, for his military services, and the + other said, “He bade me call you chieftain of Cawdor.” + </p> + <p> + Macbeth then learned that the man who had yesterday borne that title was + to die for treason, and he could not help thinking, “The third witch + called me, 'King that is to be.'” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/macb2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="macbeth2" id="macbeth2"></a> “Banquo,” he said, “you see that the + witches spoke truth concerning me. Do you not believe, therefore, that + your child and grandchild will be kings?” + </p> + <p> + Banquo frowned. Duncan had two sons, Malcolm and Donalbain, and he deemed + it disloyal to hope that his son Fleance should rule Scotland. He told + Macbeth that the witches might have intended to tempt them both into + villainy by their prophecies concerning the throne. Macbeth, however, + thought the prophecy that he should be King too pleasant to keep to + himself, and he mentioned it to his wife in a letter. + </p> + <p> + Lady Macbeth was the grand-daughter of a King of Scotland who had died in + defending his crown against the King who preceded Duncan, and by whose + order her only brother was slain. To her, Duncan was a reminder of bitter + wrongs. Her husband had royal blood in his veins, and when she read his + letter, she was determined that he should be King. + </p> + <p> + When a messenger arrived to inform her that Duncan would pass a night in + Macbeth's castle, she nerved herself for a very base action. + </p> + <p> + She told Macbeth almost as soon as she saw him that Duncan must spend a + sunless morrow. She meant that Duncan must die, and that the dead are + blind. “We will speak further,” said Macbeth uneasily, and at night, with + his memory full of Duncan's kind words, he would fain have spared his + guest. + </p> + <p> + “Would you live a coward?” demanded Lady Macbeth, who seems to have + thought that morality and cowardice were the same. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/macb3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="macbeth3" id="macbeth3"></a> “I dare do all that may become a man,” + replied Macbeth; “who dare do more is none.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you write that letter to me?” she inquired fiercely, and with + bitter words she egged him on to murder, and with cunning words she showed + him how to do it. + </p> + <p> + After supper Duncan went to bed, and two grooms were placed on guard at + his bedroom door. Lady Macbeth caused them to drink wine till they were + stupefied. She then took their daggers and would have killed the King + herself if his sleeping face had not looked like her father's. + </p> + <p> + Macbeth came later, and found the daggers lying by the grooms; and soon + with red hands he appeared before his wife, saying, “Methought I heard a + voice cry, 'Sleep no more! Macbeth destroys the sleeping.'” + </p> + <p> + “Wash your hands,” said she. “Why did you not leave the daggers by the + grooms? Take them back, and smear the grooms with blood.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare not,” said Macbeth. + </p> + <p> + His wife dared, and she returned to him with hands red as his own, but a + heart less white, she proudly told him, for she scorned his fear. + </p> + <p> + The murderers heard a knocking, and Macbeth wished it was a knocking which + could wake the dead. It was the knocking of Macduff, the chieftain of + Fife, who had been told by Duncan to visit him early. Macbeth went to him, + and showed him the door of the King's room. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/macb4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="macbeth4" id="macbeth4"></a> Macduff entered, and came out again + crying, “O horror! horror! horror!” + </p> + <p> + Macbeth appeared as horror-stricken as Macduff, and pretending that he + could not bear to see life in Duncan's murderers, he slew the two grooms + with their own daggers before they could proclaim their innocence. + </p> + <p> + These murders did not shriek out, and Macbeth was crowned at Scone. One of + Duncan's sons went to Ireland, the other to England. Macbeth was King. But + he was discontented. The prophecy concerning Banquo oppressed his mind. If + Fleance were to rule, a son of Macbeth would not rule. Macbeth determined, + therefore, to murder both Banquo and his son. He hired two ruffians, who + slew Banquo one night when he was on his way with Fleance to a banquet + which Macbeth was giving to his nobles. Fleance escaped. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Macbeth and his Queen received their guests very graciously, and + he expressed a wish for them which has been uttered thousands of times + since his day--“Now good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both.” + </p> + <p> + “We pray your Majesty to sit with us,” said Lennox, a Scotch noble; but + ere Macbeth could reply, the ghost of Banquo entered the banqueting hall + and sat in Macbeth's place. + </p> + <p> + Not noticing the ghost, Macbeth observed that, if Banquo were present, he + could say that he had collected under his roof the choicest chivalry of + Scotland. Macduff, however, had curtly declined his invitation. + </p> + <p> + The King was again pressed to take a seat, and Lennox, to whom Banquo's + ghost was invisible, showed him the chair where it sat. + </p> + <p> + But Macbeth, with his eyes of genius, saw the ghost. He saw it like a form + of mist and blood, and he demanded passionately, “Which of you have done + this?” + </p> + <p> + Still none saw the ghost but he, and to the ghost Macbeth said, “Thou + canst not say I did it.” + </p> + <p> + The ghost glided out, and Macbeth was impudent enough to raise a glass of + wine “to the general joy of the whole table, and to our dear friend + Banquo, whom we miss.” + </p> + <p> + The toast was drunk as the ghost of Banquo entered for the second time. + </p> + <p> + “Begone!” cried Macbeth. “You are senseless, mindless! Hide in the earth, + thou horrible shadow.” + </p> + <p> + Again none saw the ghost but he. + </p> + <p> + “What is it your Majesty sees?” asked one of the nobles. + </p> + <p> + The Queen dared not permit an answer to be given to this question. She + hurriedly begged her guests to quit a sick man who was likely to grow + worse if he was obliged to talk. + </p> + <p> + Macbeth, however, was well enough next day to converse with the witches + whose prophecies had so depraved him. + </p> + <p> + He found them in a cavern on a thunderous day. They were revolving round a + cauldron in which were boiling particles of many strange and horrible + creatures, and they knew he was coming before he arrived. + </p> + <p> + “Answer me what I ask you,” said the King. + </p> + <p> + “Would you rather hear it from us or our masters?” asked the first witch. + </p> + <p> + “Call them,” replied Macbeth. + </p> + <p> + Thereupon the witches poured blood into the cauldron and grease into the + flame that licked it, and a helmeted head appeared with the visor on, so + that Macbeth could only see its eyes. + </p> + <p> + He was speaking to the head, when the first witch said gravely, “He knows + thy thought,” and a voice in the head said, “Macbeth, beware Macduff, the + chieftain of Fife.” The head then descended Into the cauldron till it + disappeared. + </p> + <p> + “One word more,” pleaded Macbeth. + </p> + <p> + “He will not be commanded,” said the first witch, and then a crowned child + ascended from the cauldron bearing a tree in his hand The child said-- + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “Macbeth shall be unconquerable till + </p> + <p> + The Wood of Birnam climbs Dunsinane Hill.” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + “That will never be,” said Macbeth; and he asked to be told if Banquo's + descendants would ever rule Scotland. + </p> + <p> + The cauldron sank into the earth; music was heard, and a procession of + phantom kings filed past Macbeth; behind them was Banquo's ghost. In each + king, Macbeth saw a likeness to Banquo, and he counted eight kings. + </p> + <p> + Then he was suddenly left alone. + </p> + <p> + His next proceeding was to send murderers to Macduff's castle. They did + not find Macduff, and asked Lady Macduff where he was. She gave a stinging + answer, and her questioner called Macduff a traitor. “Thou liest!” shouted + Macduff's little son, who was immediately stabbed, and with his last + breath entreated his mother to fly. The murderers did not leave the castle + while one of its inmates remained alive. + </p> + <p> + Macduff was in England listening, with Malcolm, to a doctor's tale of + cures wrought by Edward the Confessor when his friend Ross came to tell + him that his wife and children were no more. At first Ross dared not speak + the truth, and turn Macduff's bright sympathy with sufferers relieved by + royal virtue into sorrow and hatred. But when Malcolm said that England + was sending an army into Scotland against Macbeth, Ross blurted out his + news, and Macduff cried, “<i>All</i> dead, did you say? <i>All</i> my + pretty ones and their mother? Did you say <i>all</i>?” + </p> + <p> + His sorry hope was in revenge, but if he could have looked into Macbeth's + castle on Dunsinane Hill, he would have seen at work a force more solemn + than revenge. Retribution was working, for Lady Macbeth was mad. She + walked in her sleep amid ghastly dreams. She was wont to wash her hands + for a quarter of an hour at a time; but after all her washing, would still + see a red spot of blood upon her skin. It was pitiful to hear her cry that + all the perfumes of Arabia could not sweeten her little hand. + </p> + <p> + “Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased?” inquired Macbeth of the + doctor, but the doctor replied that his patient must minister to her own + mind. This reply gave Macbeth a scorn of medicine. “Throw physic to the + dogs,” he said; “I'll none of it.” + </p> + <p> + One day he heard a sound of women crying. An officer approached him and + said, “The Queen, your Majesty, is dead.” “Out, brief candle,” muttered + Macbeth, meaning that life was like a candle, at the mercy of a puff of + air. He did not weep; he was too familiar with death. + </p> + <p> + Presently a messenger told him that he saw Birnam Wood on the march. + Macbeth called him a liar and a slave, and threatened to hang him if he + had made a mistake. “If you are right you can hang me,” he said. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/macb5.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="fight2" id="fight2"></a> From the turret windows of Dunsinane + Castle, Birnam Wood did indeed appear to be marching. Every soldier of the + English army held aloft a bough which he had cut from a tree in that wood, + and like human trees they climbed Dunsinane Hill. + </p> + <p> + Macbeth had still his courage. He went to battle to conquer or die, and + the first thing he did was to kill the English general's son in single + combat. Macbeth then felt that no man could fight him and live, and when + Macduff came to him blazing for revenge, Macbeth said to him, “Go back; I + have spilt too much of your blood already.” + </p> + <p> + “My voice is in my sword,” replied Macduff, and hacked at him and bade him + yield. + </p> + <p> + “I will not yield!” said Macbeth, but his last hour had struck. He fell. + </p> + <p> + Macbeth's men were in retreat when Macduff came before Malcolm holding a + King's head by the hair. + </p> + <p> + “Hail, King!” he said; and the new King looked at the old. + </p> + <p> + So Malcolm reigned after Macbeth; but in years that came afterwards the + descendants of Banquo were kings. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + <a name="aemilia" id="aemilia"></a> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="comedy" id="comedy">THE COMEDY OF ERRORS</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> AEGEON was a merchant of Syracuse, which is a seaport in Sicily. His + wife was AEmilia, and they were very happy until AEgeon's manager died, + and he was obliged to go by himself to a place called Epidamnum on the + Adriatic. As soon as she could AEmilia followed him, and after they had + been together some time two baby boys were born to them. The babies were + exactly alike; even when they were dressed differently they looked the + same. + </p> + <p> + And now you must believe a very strange thing. At the same inn where these + children were born, and on the same day, two baby boys were born to a much + poorer couple than AEmilia and AEgeon; so poor, indeed, were the parents + of these twins that they sold them to the parents of the other twins. + </p> + <p> + AEmilia was eager to show her children to her friends in Syracuse, and in + treacherous weather she and AEgeon and the four babies sailed homewards. + </p> + <p> + They were still far from Syracuse when their ship sprang a leak, and the + crew left it in a body by the only boat, caring little what became of + their passengers. + </p> + <p> + AEmilia fastened one of her children to a mast and tied one of the + slave-children to him; AEgeon followed her example with the remaining + children. Then the parents secured themselves to the same masts, and hoped + for safety. + </p> + <p> + The ship, however, suddenly struck a rock and was split in two, and + AEmilia, and the two children whom she had tied, floated away from AEgeon + and the other children. AEmilia and her charges were picked up by some + people of Epidamnum, but some fishermen of Corinth took the babies from + her by force, and she returned to Epidanmum alone, and very miserable. + Afterwards she settled in Ephesus, a famous town in Asia Minor. + </p> + <p> + AEgeon and his charges were also saved; and, more fortunate than AEmilia, + he was able to return to Syracuse and keep them till they were eighteen. + His own child he called Antipholus, and the slavechild he called Dromio; + and, strangely enough, these were the names given to the children who + floated away from him. + </p> + <p> + At the age of eighteen the son who was with AEgeon grew restless with a + desire to find his brother. AEgeon let him depart with his servant, and + the young men are henceforth known as Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of + Syracuse. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/errors1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="dromio" id="dromio"></a> Let alone, AEgeon found his home too dreary + to dwell in, and traveled for five years. He did not, during his absence, + learn all the news of Syracuse, or he would never have gone to Ephesus. + </p> + <p> + As it was, his melancholy wandering ceased in that town, where he was + arrested almost as soon as he arrived. He then found that the Duke of + Syracuse had been acting in so tyrannical a manner to Ephesians unlucky + enough to fall into his hands, that the Government of Ephesus had angrily + passed a law which punished by death or a fine of a thousand pounds any + Syracusan who should come to Ephesus. AEgeon was brought before Solinus, + Duke of Ephesus, who told him that he must die or pay a thousand pounds + before the end of the day. + </p> + <p> + You will think there was fate in this when I tell you that the children + who were kidnaped by the fishermen of Corinth were now citizens of + Ephesus, whither they had been brought by Duke Menaphon, an uncle of Duke + Solinus. They will henceforth be called Antipholus of Ephesus and Dromio + of Ephesus. + </p> + <p> + Moreover, on the very day when AEgeon was arrested, Antipholus of Syracuse + landed in Ephesus and pretended that he came from Epidamnum in order to + avoid a penalty. He handed his money to his servant Dromio of Syracuse, + and bade him take it to the Centaur Inn and remain there till he came. + </p> + <p> + In less than ten minutes he was met on the Mart by Dromio of Ephesus, his + brother's slave, and immediately mistook him for his own Dromio. “Why are + you back so soon? Where did you leave the money?” asked Antipholus of + Syracuse. + </p> + <p> + This Drornio knew of no money except sixpence, which he had received on + the previous Wednesday and given to the saddler; but he did know that his + mistress was annoyed because his master was not in to dinner, and he asked + Antipholus of Syracuse to go to a house called The Phoenix without delay. + His speech angered the hearer, who would have beaten him if he had not + fled. Antipholus of Syracuse them went to The Centaur, found that his gold + had been deposited there, and walked out of the inn. + </p> + <p> + He was wandering about Ephesus when two beautiful ladies signaled to him + with their hands. They were sisters, and their names were Adriana and + Luciana. Adriana was the wife of his brother Antipholus of Ephesus, and + she had made up her mind, from the strange account given her by Dromio of + Ephesus, that her husband preferred another woman to his wife. “Ay, you + may look as if you did not know me,” she said to the man who was really + her brother-in-law, “but I can remember when no words were sweet unless I + said them, no meat flavorsome unless I carved it.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it I you address?” said Antipholus of Syracuse stiffly. “I do not know + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Fie, brother,” said Luciana. “You know perfectly well that she sent + Dromio to you to bid you come to dinner;” and Adriana said, “Come, come; I + have been made a fool of long enough. My truant husband shall dine with me + and confess his silly pranks and be forgiven.” + </p> + <p> + They were determined ladies, and Antipholus of Syracuse grew weary of + disputing with them, and followed them obediently to The Phoenix, where a + very late “mid-day” dinner awaited them. + </p> + <p> + They were at dinner when Antipholus of Ephesus and his slave Dromio + demanded admittance. “Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cecily, Gillian, Ginn!” + shouted Dromio of Ephesus, who knew all his fellow-servants' names by + heart. + </p> + <p> + From within came the reply, “Fool, dray-horse, coxcomb, idiot!” It was + Dromio of Syracuse unconsciously insulting his brother. + </p> + <p> + Master and man did their best to get in, short of using a crowbar, and + finally went away; but Antipholus of Ephesus felt so annoyed with his wife + that he decided to give a gold chain which he had promised her, to another + woman. + </p> + <p> + Inside The Phoenix, Luciana, who believed Antipholus of Syracuse to be her + sister's husband, attempted, by a discourse in rhyme, when alone with him, + to make him kinder to Adriana. In reply he told her that he was not + married, but that he loved her so much that, if Luciana were a mermaid, he + would gladly lie on the sea if he might feel beneath him her floating + golden hair. + </p> + <p> + Luciana was shocked and left him, and reported his lovemaking to Adriana, + who said that her husband was old and ugly, and not fit to be seen or + heard, though secretly she was very fond of him. + </p> + <p> + Antipholus of Syracuse soon received a visitor in the shape of Angelo the + goldsmith, of whom Antipholus of Ephesus had ordered the chain which he + had promised his wife and intended to give to another woman. + </p> + <p> + The goldsmith handed the chain to Antipholus of Syracuse, and treated his + “I bespoke it not” as mere fun, so that the puzzled merchant took the + chain as good-humoredly as he had partaken of Adriana's dinner. He offered + payment, but Angelo foolishly said he would call again. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/errors2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="syracuse" id="syracuse"></a> The consequence was that Angelo was + without money when a creditor of the sort that stands no nonsense, + threatened him with arrest unless he paid his debt immediately. This + creditor had brought a police officer with him, and Angelo was relieved to + see Antipholus of Ephesus coming out of the house where he had been dining + because he had been locked out of The Phoenix. Bitter was Angelo's dismay + when Antipholus denied receipt of the chain. Angelo could have sent his + mother to prison if she had said that, and he gave Antipholus of Ephesus + in charge. + </p> + <p> + At this moment up came Dromio of Syracuse and told the wrong Antipholus + that he had shipped his goods, and that a favorable wind was blowing. To + the ears of Antipholus of Ephesus this talk was simple nonsense. He would + gladly have beaten the slave, but contented himself with crossly telling + him to hurry to Adriana and bid her send to her arrested husband a purse + of money which she would find in his desk. + </p> + <p> + Though Adriana was furious with her husband because she thought he had + been making love to her sister, she did not prevent Luciana from getting + the purse, and she bade Dromio of Syracuse bring home his master + immediately. + </p> + <p> + Unfortunately, before Dromio could reach the police station he met his + real master, who had never been arrested, and did not understand what he + meant by offering him a purse. Antipholus of Syracuse was further + surprised when a lady whom he did not know asked him for a chain that he + had promised her. She was, of course, the lady with whom Antipholus of + Ephesus had dined when his brother was occupying his place at table. + “Avaunt, thou witch!” was the answer which, to her astonishment, she + received. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Antipholus of Ephesus waited vainly for the money which was to + have released him. Never a good-tempered man, he was crazy with anger when + Dromio of Ephesus, who, of course, had not been instructed to fetch a + purse, appeared with nothing more useful than a rope. He beat the slave in + the street despite the remonstrance of the police officer; and his temper + did not mend when Adriana, Luciana, and a doctor arrived under the + impression that he was mad and must have his pulse felt. He raged so much + that men came forward to bind him. But the kindness of Adriana spared him + this shame. She promised to pay the sum demanded of him, and asked the + doctor to lead him to The Phoenix. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/errors3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="syracuse2" id="syracuse2"></a> Angelo's merchant creditor being + paid, the two were friendly again, and might soon have been seen chatting + before an abbey about the odd behavior of Antipholus of Ephesus. “Softly,” + said the merchant at last, “that's he, I think.” + </p> + <p> + It was not; it was Antipholus of Syracuse with his servant Dromio, and he + wore Angelo's chain round his neck! The reconciled pair fairly pounced + upon him to know what he meant by denying the receipt of the chain he had + the impudence to wear. Antipholus of Syracuse lost his temper, and drew + his sword, and at that moment Adriana and several others appeared. “Hold!” + shouted the careful wife. “Hurt him not; he is mad. Take his sword away. + Bind him--and Dromio too.” + </p> + <p> + Dromio of Syracuse did not wish to be bound, and he said to his master, + “Run, master! Into that abbey, quick, or we shall be robbed!” + </p> + <p> + They accordingly retreated into the abbey. + </p> + <p> + Adriana, Luciana, and a crowd remained outside, and the Abbess came out, + and said, “People, why do you gather here?” + </p> + <p> + “To fetch my poor distracted husband,” replied Adriana. + </p> + <p> + Angelo and the merchant remarked that they had not known that he was mad. + </p> + <p> + Adriana then told the Abbess rather too much about her wifely worries, for + the Abbess received the idea that Adriana was a shrew, and that if her + husband was distracted he had better not return to her for the present. + </p> + <p> + Adriana determined, therefore, to complain to Duke Solinus, and, lo and + behold! a minute afterwards the great man appeared with officers and two + others. The others were AEgeon and the headsman. The thousand marks had + not been found, and AEgeon's fate seemed sealed. + </p> + <p> + Ere the Duke could pass the abbey Adriana knelt before him, and told a + woeful tale of a mad husband rushing about stealing jewelry and drawing + his sword, adding that the Abbess refused to allow her to lead him home. + </p> + <p> + The Duke bade the Abbess be summoned, and no sooner had he given the order + than a servant from The Phoenix ran to Adriana with the tale that his + master had singed off the doctor's beard. + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense!” said Adriana, “he's in the abbey.” + </p> + <p> + “As sure as I live I speak the truth,” said the servant. + </p> + <p> + Antipholus of Syracuse had not come out of the abbey, before his brother + of Ephesus prostrated himself in front of the Duke, exclaiming, “Justice, + most gracious Duke, against that woman.” He pointed to Adriana. “She has + treated another man like her husband in my own house.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/errors4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="amelia" id="amelia"></a> Even while he was speaking AEgeon said, + “Unless I am delirious, I see my son Antipholus.” + </p> + <p> + No one noticed him, and Antipholus of Ephesus went on to say how the + doctor, whom he called “a threadbare juggler,” had been one of a gang who + tied him to his slave Dromio, and thrust them into a vault whence he had + escaped by gnawing through his bonds. + </p> + <p> + The Duke could not understand how the same man who spoke to him was seen + to go into the abbey, and he was still wondering when AEgeon asked + Antipholus of Ephesus if he was not his son. He replied, “I never saw my + father in my life;” but so deceived was AEgeon by his likeness to the + brother whom he had brought up, that he said, “Thou art ashamed to + acknowledge me in misery.” + </p> + <p> + Soon, however, the Abbess advanced with Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio + of Syracuse. + </p> + <p> + Then cried Adriana, “I see two husbands or mine eyes deceive me;” and + Antipholus, espying his father, said, “Thou art AEgeon or his ghost.” + </p> + <p> + It was a day of surprises, for the Abbess said, “I will free that man by + paying his fine, and gain my husband whom I lost. Speak, AEgeon, for I am + thy wife AEmilia.” + </p> + <p> + The Duke was touched. “He is free without a fine,” he said. + </p> + <p> + So AEgeon and AEmilia were reunited, and Adriana and her husband + reconciled; but no one was happier than Antipholus of Syracuse, who, in + the Duke's presence, went to Luciana and said, “I told you I loved you. + Will you be my wife?” + </p> + <p> + Her answer was given by a look, and therefore is not written. + </p> + <p> + The two Dromios were glad to think they would receive no more beatings. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <a name="casketcolor" id="casketcolor"></a> <img + src="images/venice1.gif" width="250" height="325" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> Choosing the Casket + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="venice" id="venice">THE MERCHANT OF VENICE</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Antonio was a rich and prosperous merchant of Venice. His ships were + on nearly every sea, and he traded with Portugal, with Mexico, with + England, and with India. Although proud of his riches, he was very + generous with them, and delighted to use them in relieving the wants of + his friends, among whom his relation, Bassanio, held the first place. + </p> + <p> + Now Bassanio, like many another gay and gallant gentleman, was reckless + and extravagant, and finding that he had not only come to the end of his + fortune, but was also unable to pay his creditors, he went to Antonio for + further help. + </p> + <p> + “To you, Antonio,” he said, “I owe the most in money and in love: and I + have thought of a plan to pay everything I owe if you will but help me.” + </p> + <p> + “Say what I can do, and it shall be done,” answered his friend. + </p> + <p> + Then said Bassanio, “In Belmont is a lady richly left, and from all + quarters of the globe renowned suitors come to woo her, not only because + she is rich, but because she is beautiful and good as well. She looked on + me with such favor when last we met, that I feel sure that I should win + her away from all rivals for her love had I but the means to go to + Belmont, where she lives.” + </p> + <p> + “All my fortunes,” said Antonio, “are at sea, and so I have no ready + money; but luckily my credit is good in Venice, and I will borrow for you + what you need.” + </p> + <p> + There was living in Venice at this time a rich money-lender, named + Shylock. Antonio despised and disliked this man very much, and treated him + with the greatest harshness and scorn. He would thrust him, like a cur, + over his threshold, and would even spit on him. Shylock submitted to all + these indignities with a patient shrug; but deep in his heart he cherished + a desire for revenge on the rich, smug merchant. For Antonio both hurt his + pride and injured his business. “But for him,” thought Shylock, “I should + be richer by half a million ducats. On the market place, and wherever he + can, he denounces the rate of interest I charge, and--worse than that--he + lends out money freely.” + </p> + <p> + So when Bassanio came to him to ask for a loan of three thousand ducats to + Antonio for three months, Shylock hid his hatred, and turning to Antonio, + said--“Harshly as you have treated me, I would be friends with you and + have your love. So I will lend you the money and charge you no interest. + But, just for fun, you shall sign a bond in which it shall be agreed that + if you do not repay me in three months' time, then I shall have the right + to a pound of your flesh, to be cut from what part of your body I choose.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” cried Bassanio to his friend, “you shall run no such risk for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, fear not,” said Antonio, “my ships will be home a month before the + time. I will sign the bond.” + </p> + <p> + Thus Bassanio was furnished with the means to go to Belmont, there to woo + the lovely Portia. The very night he started, the money-lender's pretty + daughter, Jessica, ran away from her father's house with her lover, and + she took with her from her father's hoards some bags of ducats and + precious stones. Shylock's grief and anger were terrible to see. His love + for her changed to hate. “I would she were dead at my feet and the jewels + in her ear,” he cried. His only comfort now was in hearing of the serious + losses which had befallen Antonio, some of whose ships were wrecked. “Let + him look to his bond,” said Shylock, “let him look to his bond.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Bassanio had reached Belmont, and had visited the fair Portia. + He found, as he had told Antonio, that the rumor of her wealth and beauty + had drawn to her suitors from far and near. But to all of them Portia had + but one reply. She would only accept that suitor who would pledge himself + to abide by the terms of her father's will. These were conditions that + frightened away many an ardent wooer. For he who would win Portia's heart + and hand, had to guess which of three caskets held her portrait. If he + guessed aright, then Portia would be his bride; if wrong, then he was + bound by oath never to reveal which casket he chose, never to marry, and + to go away at once. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/venice2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="morocco" id="morocco"></a> The caskets were of gold, silver, and + lead. The gold one bore this inscription:--“Who chooseth me shall gain + what many men desire;” the silver one had this:--“Who chooseth me shall + get as much as he deserves;” while on the lead one were these words:--“Who + chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.” The Prince of Morocco, as + brave as he was black, was among the first to submit to this test. He + chose the gold casket, for he said neither base lead nor silver could + contain her picture. So be chose the gold casket, and found inside the + likeness of what many men desire--death. + </p> + <p> + After him came the haughty Prince of Arragon, and saying, “Let me have + what I deserve--surely I deserve the lady,” he chose the silver one, and + found inside a fool's head. “Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?” he + cried. + </p> + <p> + Then at last came Bassanio, and Portia would have delayed him from making + his choice from very fear of his choosing wrong. For she loved him dearly, + even as he loved her. “But,” said Bassanio, “let me choose at once, for, + as I am, I live upon the rack.” + </p> + <p> + Then Portia bade her servants to bring music and play while her gallant + lover made his choice. And Bassanio took the oath and walked up to the + caskets--the musicians playing softly the while. “Mere outward show,” he + said, “is to be despised. The world is still deceived with ornament, and + so no gaudy gold or shining silver for me. I choose the lead casket; joy + be the consequence!” And opening it, he found fair Portia's portrait + inside, and he turned to her and asked if it were true that she was his. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/venice3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="bond" id="bond"></a> “Yes,” said Portia, “I am yours, and this house + is yours, and with them I give you this ring, from which you must never + part.” + </p> + <p> + And Bassanio, saying that he could hardly speak for joy, found words to + swear that he would never part with the ring while he lived. + </p> + <p> + Then suddenly all his happiness was dashed with sorrow, for messengers + came from Venice to tell him that Antonio was ruined, and that Shylock + demanded from the Duke the fulfilment of the bond, under which he was + entitled to a pound of the merchant's flesh. Portia was as grieved as + Bassanio to hear of the danger which threatened his friend. + </p> + <p> + “First,” she said, “take me to church and make me your wife, and then go + to Venice at once to help your friend. You shall take with you money + enough to pay his debt twenty times over.” + </p> + <p> + But when her newly-made husband had gone, Portia went after him, and + arrived in Venice disguised as a lawyer, and with an introduction from a + celebrated lawyer Bellario, whom the Duke of Venice had called in to + decide the legal questions raised by Shylock's claim to a pound of + Antonio's flesh. When the Court met, Bassanio offered Shylock twice the + money borrowed, if he would withdraw his claim. But the money-lender's + only answer was-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “If every ducat in six thousand ducats, + </p> + <p> + Were in six parts, and every part a ducat, + </p> + <p> + I would not draw them,--I would have my bond.” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> It was then that Portia arrived in her disguise, and not even her + own husband knew her. The Duke gave her welcome on account of the great + Bellario's introduction, and left the settlement of the case to her. Then + in noble words she bade Shylock have mercy. But he was deaf to her + entreaties. “I will have the pound of flesh,” was his reply. + </p> + <p> + “What have you to say?” asked Portia of the merchant. + </p> + <p> + “But little,” he answered; “I am armed and well prepared.” + </p> + <p> + “The Court awards you a pound of Antonio's flesh,” said Portia to the + money-lender. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/venice4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="home" id="home"></a> “Most righteous judge!” cried Shylock. “A + sentence: come, prepare.” + </p> + <p> + “Tarry a little. This bond gives you no right to Antonio's blood, only to + his flesh. If, then, you spill a drop of his blood, all your property will + be forfeited to the State. Such is the Law.” + </p> + <p> + And Shylock, in his fear, said, “Then I will take Bassanio's offer.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Portia sternly, “you shall have nothing but your bond. Take + your pound of flesh, but remember, that if you take more or less, even by + the weight of a hair, you will lose your property and your life.” + </p> + <p> + Shylock now grew very much frightened. “Give me my three thousand ducats + that I lent him, and let him go.” + </p> + <p> + Bassanio would have paid it to him, but said Portia, “No! He shall have + nothing but his bond.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/venice5.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="ring" id="ring"></a> “You, a foreigner,” she added, “have sought to + take the life of a Venetian citizen, and thus by the Venetian law, your + life and goods are forfeited. Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke.” + </p> + <p> + Thus were the tables turned, and no mercy would have been shown to Shylock + had it not been for Antonio. As it was, the money-lender forfeited half + his fortune to the State, and he had to settle the other half on his + daughter's husband, and with this he had to be content. + </p> + <p> + Bassanio, in his gratitude to the clever lawyer, was induced to part with + the ring his wife had given him, and with which he had promised never to + part, and when on his return to Belmont he confessed as much to Portia, + she seemed very angry, and vowed she would not be friends with him until + she had her ring again. But at last she told him that it was she who, in + the disguise of the lawyer, had saved his friend's life, and got the ring + from him. So Bassanio was forgiven, and made happier than ever, to know + how rich a prize he had drawn in the lottery of the caskets. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="timon" id="timon">TIMON OF ATHENS</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Four hundred years before the birth of Christ, a man lived in Athens + whose generosity was not only great, but absurd. He was very rich, but no + worldly wealth was enough for a man who spent and gave like Timon. If + anybody gave Timon a horse, he received from Timon twenty better horses. + If anybody borrowed money of Timon and offered to repay it, Timon was + offended. If a poet had written a poem and Timon had time to read it, he + would be sure to buy it; and a painter had only to hold up his canvas in + front of Timon to receive double its market price. + </p> + <p> + Flavius, his steward, looked with dismay at his reckless mode of life. + When Timon's house was full of noisy lords drinking and spilling costly + wine, Flavius would sit in a cellar and cry. He would say to himself, + “There are ten thousand candles burning in this house, and each of those + singers braying in the concert-room costs a poor man's yearly income a + night;” and he would remember a terrible thing said by Apemantus, one of + his master's friends, “O what a number of men eat Timon, and Timon sees + them not!” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/timon1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="timon2" id="timon2"></a> Of course, Timon was much praised. + </p> + <p> + A jeweler who sold him a diamond pretended that it was not quite perfect + till Timon wore it. “You mend the jewel by wearing it,” he said. Timon + gave the diamond to a lord called Sempronius, and the lord exclaimed, “O, + he's the very soul of bounty.” “Timon is infinitely dear to me,” said + another lord, called Lucullus, to whom he gave a beautiful horse; and + other Athenians paid him compliments as sweet. + </p> + <p> + But when Apemantus had listened to some of them, he said, “I'm going to + knock out an honest Athenian's brains.” + </p> + <p> + “You will die for that,” said Timon. + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall die for doing nothing,” said Apemantus. And now you know + what a joke was like four hundred years before Christ. + </p> + <p> + This Apernantus was a frank despiser of mankind, but a healthy one, + because he was not unhappy. In this mixed world anyone with a number of + acquaintances knows a person who talks bitterly of men, but does not shun + them, and boasts that he is never deceived by their fine speeches, and is + inwardly cheerful and proud. Apemantus was a man like that. + </p> + <p> + Timon, you will be surprised to hear, became much worse than Apemantus, + after the dawning of a day which we call Quarter Day. + </p> + <p> + Quarter Day is the day when bills pour in. The grocer, the butcher, and + the baker are all thinking of their debtors on that day, and the wise man + has saved enough money to be ready for them. But Timon had not; and he did + not only owe money for food. He owed it for jewels and horses and + furniture; and, worst of all, he owed it to money-lenders, who expected + him to pay twice as much as he had borrowed. + </p> + <p> + Quarter Day is a day when promises to pay are scorned, and on that day + Timon was asked for a large sum of money. “Sell some land,” he said to his + steward. “You have no land,” was the reply. “Nonsense! I had a hundred, + thousand acres,” said Timon. “You could have spent the price of the world + if you had possessed it,” said Flavius. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/timon2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="picture" id="picture"></a> “Borrow some then,” said Timon; “try + Ventidius.” He thought of Ventidius because he had once got Ventidius out + of prison by paying a creditor of this young man. Ventidius was now rich. + Timon trusted in his gratitude. But not for all; so much did he owe! + Servants were despatched with requests for loans of money to several + friends: + </p> + <p> + One servant (Flaminius) went to Lucullus. When he was announced Lucullus + said, “A gift, I warrant. I dreamt of a silver jug and basin last night.” + Then, changing his tone, “How is that honorable, free-hearted, perfect + gentleman, your master, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Well in health, sir,” replied Flaminius. + </p> + <p> + “And what have you got there under your cloak?” asked Lucullus, jovially. + </p> + <p> + “Faith, sir, nothing but an empty box, which, on my master's behalf, I beg + you to fill with money, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “La! la! la!” said Lucullus, who could not pretend to mean, “Ha! ha! ha!” + “Your master's one fault is that he is too fond of giving parties. I've + warned him that it was expensive. Now, look here, Flaminius, you know this + is no time to lend money without security, so suppose you act like a good + boy and tell him that I was not at home. Here's three solidares for + yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Back, wretched money,” cried Flaminius, “to him who worships you!” + </p> + <p> + Others of Timon's friends were tried and found stingy. Amongst them was + Sempronius. + </p> + <p> + “Hum,” he said to Timon's servant, “has he asked Ventidius? Ventidius is + beholden to him.” + </p> + <p> + “He refused.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, have you asked Lucullus?” + </p> + <p> + “He refused.” + </p> + <p> + “A poor compliment to apply to me last of all,” said Sempronius, in + affected anger. “If he had sent to me at first, I would gladly have lent + him money, but I'm not going to be such a fool as to lend him any now.” + </p> + <p> + “Your lordship makes a good villain,” said the servant. + </p> + <p> + When Timon found that his friends were so mean, he took advantage of a + lull in his storm of creditors to invite Ventidius and Company to a + banquet. Flavius was horrified, but Ventidius and Company, were not in the + least ashamed, and they assembled accordingly in Timon's house, and said + to one another that their princely host had been jesting with them. + </p> + <p> + “I had to put off an important engagement in order to come here,” said + Lucullus; “but who could refuse Timon?” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/timon3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="box" id="box"></a> “It was a real grief to me to be without ready + money when he asked for some,” said Sempronius. + </p> + <p> + “The same here,” chimed in a third lord. + </p> + <p> + Timon now appeared, and his guests vied with one another in apologies and + compliments. Inwardly sneering, Timon was gracious to them all. + </p> + <p> + In the banqueting ball was a table resplendent with covered dishes. Mouths + watered. These summer-friends loved good food. + </p> + <p> + “Be seated, worthy friends,” said Timon. He then prayed aloud to the gods + of Greece. “Give each man enough,” he said, “for if you, who are our gods, + were to borrow of men they would cease to adore you. Let men love the + joint more than the host. Let every score of guests contain twenty + villains. Bless my friends as much as they have blessed me. Uncover the + dishes, dogs, and lap!” + </p> + <p> + The hungry lords were too much surprised by this speech to resent it. They + thought Timon was unwell, and, although he had called them dogs, they + uncovered the dishes. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing in them but warm water. + </p> + <p> + “May you never see a better feast,” wished Timon “I wash off the + flatteries with which you plastered me and sprinkle you with your + villainy.” With these words he threw the water into his guests' faces, and + then he pelted them with the dishes. Having thus ended the banquet, he + went into an outhouse, seized a spade, and quitted Athens for ever. + </p> + <p> + His next dwelling was a cave near the sea. + </p> + <p> + Of all his friends, the only one who had not refused him aid was a + handsome soldier named Alcibiades, and he had not been asked because, + having quarreled with the Government of Athens, he had left that town. The + thought that Alcibiades might have proved a true friend did not soften + Timon's bitter feeling. He was too weak-minded to discern the fact that + good cannot be far from evil in this mixed world. He determined to see + nothing better in all mankind than the ingratitude of Ventidius and the + meanness of Lucullus. + </p> + <p> + He became a vegetarian, and talked pages to himself as he dug in the earth + for food. + </p> + <p> + One day, when he was digging for roots near the shore, his spade struck + gold. If he had been a wise man he would have enriched himself quickly, + and returned to Athens to live in comfort. But the sight of the gold vein + gave no joy but only scorn to Timon. “This yellow slave,” he said, “will + make and break religions. It will make black white and foul fair. It will + buy murder and bless the accursed.” + </p> + <p> + He was still ranting when Alcibiades, now an enemy of Athens, approached + with his soldiers and two beautiful women who cared for nothing but + pleasure. + </p> + <p> + Timon was so changed by his bad thoughts and rough life that Alcibiades + did not recognize him at first. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “A beast, as you are,” was the reply. + </p> + <p> + Alcibiades knew his voice, and offered him help and money. But Timon would + none of it, and began to insult the women. They, however, when they found + he had discovered a gold mine, cared not a jot for his opinion of them, + but said, “Give us some gold, good Timon. Have you more?” + </p> + <p> + With further insults, Timon filled their aprons with gold ore. + </p> + <p> + “Farewell,” said Alcibiades, who deemed that Timon's wits were lost; and + then his disciplined soldiers left without profit the mine which could + have paid their wages, and marched towards Athens. + </p> + <p> + Timon continued to dig and curse, and affected great delight when he dug + up a root and discovered that it was not a grape. + </p> + <p> + Just then Apemantus appeared. “I am told that you imitate me,” said + Apemantus. + </p> + <p> + “Only,” said Timon, “because you haven't a dog which I can imitate.” + </p> + <p> + “You are revenging yourself on your friends by punishing yourself,” said + Apemantus. “That is very silly, for they live just as comfortably as they + ever did. I am sorry that a fool should imitate me.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/timon4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="sullen" id="sullen"></a> “If I were like you,” said Timon, “I should + throw myself away.” + </p> + <p> + “You have done so,” sneered Apemantus. “Will the cold brook make you a + good morning drink, or an east wind warm your clothes as a valet would?” + </p> + <p> + “Off with you!” said Timon; but Apemantus stayed a while longer and told + him he had a passion for extremes, which was true. Apemantus even made a + pun, but there was no good laughter to be got out of Timon. + </p> + <p> + Finally, they lost their temper like two schoolboys, and Timon said he was + sorry to lose the stone which he flung at Apemantus, who left him with an + evil wish. + </p> + <p> + This was almost an “at home” day for Timon, for when Apemantus had + departed, he was visited by some robbers. They wanted gold. + </p> + <p> + “You want too much,” said Timon. “Here are water, roots and berries.” + </p> + <p> + “We are not birds and pigs,” said a robber. + </p> + <p> + “No, you are cannibals,” said Timon. “Take the gold, then, and may it + poison you! Henceforth rob one another.” + </p> + <p> + He spoke so frightfully to them that, though they went away with full + pockets, they almost repented of their trade. His last visitor on that day + of visits was his good steward Flavius. “My dearest master!” cried he. + </p> + <p> + “Away! What are you?” said Timon. + </p> + <p> + “Have you forgotten me, sir?” asked Flavius, mournfully. + </p> + <p> + “I have forgotten all men,” was the reply; “and if you'll allow that you + are a man, I have forgotten you.” + </p> + <p> + “I was your honest servant,” said Flavius. + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense! I never had an honest man about me,” retorted Timon. + </p> + <p> + Flavius began to cry. + </p> + <p> + “What! shedding tears?” said Timon. “Come nearer, then. I will love you + because you are a woman, and unlike men, who only weep when they laugh or + beg.” + </p> + <p> + They talked awhile; then Timon said, “Yon gold is mine. I will make you + rich, Flavius, if you promise me to live by yourself and hate mankind. I + will make you very rich if you promise me that you will see the flesh + slide off the beggar's bones before you feed him, and let the debtor die + in jail before you pay his debt.” + </p> + <p> + Flavius simply said, “Let me stay to comfort you, my master.” + </p> + <p> + “If you dislike cursing, leave me,” replied Timon, and he turned his back + on Flavius, who went sadly back to Athens, too much accustomed to + obedience to force his services upon his ailing master. + </p> + <p> + The steward had accepted nothing, but a report got about that a mighty + nugget of gold had been given him by his former master, and Timon + therefore received more visitors. They were a painter and a poet, whom he + had patronized in his prosperity. + </p> + <p> + “Hail, worthy Timon!” said the poet. “We heard with astonishment how your + friends deserted you. No whip's large enough for their backs!” + </p> + <p> + “We have come,” put in the painter, “to offer our services.” + </p> + <p> + “You've heard that I have gold,” said Timon. + </p> + <p> + “There was a report,” said the painter, blushing; “but my friend and I did + not come for that.” + </p> + <p> + “Good honest men!” jeered Timon. “All the same, you shall have plenty of + gold if you will rid me of two villains.” + </p> + <p> + “Name them,” said his two visitors in one breath. “Both of you!” answered + Timon. Giving the painter a whack with a big stick, he said, “Put that + into your palette and make money out of it.” Then he gave a whack to the + poet, and said, “Make a poem out of that and get paid for it. There's gold + for you.” + </p> + <p> + They hurriedly withdrew. + </p> + <p> + Finally Timon was visited by two senators who, now that Athens was + threatened by Alcibiades, desired to have on their side this bitter noble + whose gold might help the foe. + </p> + <p> + “Forget your injuries,” said the first senator. “Athens offers you + dignities whereby you may honorably live.” + </p> + <p> + “Athens confesses that your merit was overlooked, and wishes to atone, and + more than atone, for her forgetfulness,” said the second senator. + </p> + <p> + “Worthy senators,” replied Timon, in his grim way, “I am almost weeping; + you touch me so! All I need are the eyes of a woman and the heart of a + fool.” + </p> + <p> + But the senators were patriots. They believed that this bitter man could + save Athens, and they would not quarrel with him. “Be our captain,” they + said, “and lead Athens against Alcibiades, who threatens to destroy her.” + </p> + <p> + “Let him destroy the Athenians too, for all I care,” said Timon; and + seeing an evil despair in his face, they left him. + </p> + <p> + The senators returned to Athens, and soon afterwards trumpets were blown + before its walls. Upon the walls they stood and listened to Alcibiades, + who told them that wrong-doers should quake in their easy chairs. They + looked at his confident army, and were convinced that Athens must yield if + he assaulted it, therefore they used the voice that strikes deeper than + arrows. + </p> + <p> + “These walls of ours were built by the hands of men who never wronged you, + Alcibiades,” said the first senator. + </p> + <p> + “Enter,” said the second senator, “and slay every tenth man, if your + revenge needs human flesh.” + </p> + <p> + “Spare the cradle,” said the first senator. + </p> + <p> + “I ask only justice,” said Alcibiades. “If you admit my army, I will + inflict the penalty of your own laws upon any soldier who breaks them.” + </p> + <p> + At that moment a soldier approached Alcibiades, and said, “My noble + general, Timon is dead.” He handed Alcibiades a sheet of wax, saying, “He + is buried by the sea, on the beach, and over his grave is a stone with + letters on it which I cannot read, and therefore I have impressed them on + wax.” + </p> + <p> + Alcibiades read from the sheet of wax this couplet-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “Here lie I, Timon, who, alive, + </p> + <p> + all living men did hate. + </p> + <p> + Pass by and say your worst; but pass, + </p> + <p> + and stay not here your gait.” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> “Dead, then, is noble Timon,” said Alcibiades; and be entered Athens + with an olive branch instead of a sword. + </p> + <p> + So it was one of Timon's friends who was generous in a greater matter than + Timon's need; yet are the sorrow and rage of Timon remembered as a warning + lest another ingratitude should arise to turn love into hate. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="othello" id="othello">OTHELLO</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Four hundred years ago there lived in Venice an ensign named Iago, + who hated his general, Othello, for not making him a lieutenant. Instead + of Iago, who was strongly recommended, Othello had chosen Michael Cassio, + whose smooth tongue had helped him to win the heart of Desdemona. Iago had + a friend called Roderigo, who supplied him with money and felt he could + not be happy unless Desdemona was his wife. + </p> + <p> + Othello was a Moor, but of so dark a complexion that his enemies called + him a Blackamoor. His life had been hard and exciting. He had been + vanquished in battle and sold into slavery; and he had been a great + traveler and seen men whose shoulders were higher than their heads. Brave + as a lion, he had one great fault--jealousy. His love was a terrible + selfishness. To love a woman meant with him to possess her as absolutely + as he possessed something that did not live and think. The story of + Othello is a story of jealousy. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/othello1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="adventures" id="adventures"></a> One night Iago told Roderigo that + Othello had carried off Desdemona without the knowledge of her father, + Brabantio. He persuaded Roderigo to arouse Brabantio, and when that + senator appeared Iago told him of Desdemona's elopement in the most + unpleasant way. Though he was Othello's officer, he termed him a thief and + a Barbary horse. + </p> + <p> + Brabantio accused Othello before the Duke of Venice of using sorcery to + fascinate his daughter, but Othello said that the only sorcery he used was + his voice, which told Desdemona his adventures and hair-breadth escapes. + Desdemona was led into the council-chamber, and she explained how she + could love Othello despite his almost black face by saying, “I saw + Othello's visage in his mind.” + </p> + <p> + As Othello had married Desdemona, and she was glad to be his wife, there + was no more to be said against him, especially as the Duke wished him to + go to Cyprus to defend it against the Turks. Othello was quite ready to + go, and Desdemona, who pleaded to go with him, was permitted to join him + at Cyprus. + </p> + <p> + Othello's feelings on landing in this island were intensely joyful. “Oh, + my sweet,” he said to Desdemona, who arrived with Iago, his wife, and + Roderigo before him, “I hardly know what I say to you. I am in love with + my own happiness.” + </p> + <p> + News coming presently that the Turkish fleet was out of action, he + proclaimed a festival in Cyprus from five to eleven at night. + </p> + <p> + Cassio was on duty in the Castle where Othello ruled Cyprus, so Iago + decided to make the lieutenant drink too much. He had some difficulty, as + Cassio knew that wine soon went to his head, but servants brought wine + into the room where Cassio was, and Iago sang a drinking song, and so + Cassio lifted a glass too often to the health of the general. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/othello2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="othello2" id="othello2"></a> When Cassio was inclined to be + quarrelsome, Iago told Roderigo to say something unpleasant to him. Cassio + cudgeled Roderigo, who ran into the presence of Montano, the ex-governor. + Montano civilly interceded for Roderigo, but received so rude an answer + from Cassio that he said, “Come, come, you're drunk!” Cassio then wounded + him, and Iago sent Roderigo out to scare the town with a cry of mutiny. + </p> + <p> + The uproar aroused Othello, who, on learning its cause, said, “Cassio, I + love thee, but never more be officer of mine.” + </p> + <p> + On Cassio and Iago being alone together, the disgraced man moaned about + his reputation. Iago said reputation and humbug were the same thing. “O + God,” exclaimed Cassio, without heeding him, “that men should put an enemy + in their mouths to steal away their brains!” + </p> + <p> + Iago advised him to beg Desdemona to ask Othello to pardon him. Cassio was + pleased with the advice, and next morning made his request to Desdemona in + the garden of the castle. She was kindness itself, and said, “Be merry, + Cassio, for I would rather die than forsake your cause.” + </p> + <p> + Cassio at that moment saw Othello advancing with Iago, and retired + hurriedly. + </p> + <p> + Iago said, “I don't like that.” + </p> + <p> + “What did you say?” asked Othello, who felt that he had meant something + unpleasant, but Iago pretended he had said nothing. “Was not that Cassio + who went from my wife?” asked Othello, and Iago, who knew that it was + Cassio and why it was Cassio, said, “I cannot think it was Cassio who + stole away in that guilty manner.” + </p> + <p> + Desdemona told Othello that it was grief and humility which made Cassio + retreat at his approach. She reminded him how Cassio had taken his part + when she was still heart-free, and found fault with her Moorish lover. + Othello was melted, and said, “I will deny thee nothing,” but Desdemona + told him that what she asked was as much for his good as dining. + </p> + <p> + Desdemona left the garden, and Iago asked if it was really true that + Cassio had known Desdemona before her marriage. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Othello. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed,” said Iago, as though something that had mystified him was now + very clear. + </p> + <p> + “Is he not honest?” demanded Othello, and Iago repeated the adjective + inquiringly, as though he were afraid to say “No.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” insisted Othello. + </p> + <p> + To this Iago would only say the flat opposite of what he said to Cassio. + He had told Cassio that reputation was humbug. To Othello he said, “Who + steals my purse steals trash, but he who filches from me my good name + ruins me.” + </p> + <p> + At this Othello almost leapt into the air, and Iago was so confident of + his jealousy that he ventured to warn him against it. Yes, it was no other + than Iago who called jealousy “the green-eyed monster which doth mock the + meat it feeds on.” + </p> + <p> + Iago having given jealousy one blow, proceeded to feed it with the remark + that Desdemona deceived her father when she eloped with Othello. “If she + deceived him, why not you?” was his meaning. + </p> + <p> + Presently Desdemona re-entered to tell Othello that dinner was ready. She + saw that he was ill at ease. He explained it by a pain in his forehead. + Desdemona then produced a handkerchief, which Othello had given her. A + prophetess, two hundred years old, had made this handkerchief from the + silk of sacred silkworms, dyed it in a liquid prepared from the hearts of + maidens, and embroidered it with strawberries. Gentle Desdemona thought of + it simply as a cool, soft thing for a throbbing brow; she knew of no spell + upon it that would work destruction for her who lost it. “Let me tie it + round your head,” she said to Othello; “you will be well in an hour.” But + Othello pettishly said it was too small, and let it fall. Desdemona and he + then went indoors to dinner, and Emilia picked up the handkerchief which + Iago had often asked her to steal. + </p> + <p> + She was looking at it when Iago came in. After a few words about it he + snatched it from her, and bade her leave him. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/othello3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="wine" id="wine"></a> In the garden he was joined by Othello, who + seemed hungry for the worst lies he could offer. He therefore told Othello + that he had seen Cassio wipe his mouth with a handkerchief, which, because + it was spotted with strawberries, he guessed to be one that Othello had + given his wife. + </p> + <p> + The unhappy Moor went mad with fury, and Iago bade the heavens witness + that he devoted his hand and heart and brain to Othello's service. “I + accept your love,” said Othello. “Within three days let me hear that + Cassio is dead.” + </p> + <p> + Iago's next step was to leave Desdemona's handkerchief in Cassio's room. + Cassio saw it, and knew it was not his, but he liked the strawberry + pattern on it, and he gave it to his sweetheart Bianca and asked her to + copy it for him. + </p> + <p> + Iago's next move was to induce Othello, who had been bullying Desdemona + about the handkerchief, to play the eavesdropper to a conversation between + Cassio and himself. His intention was to talk about Cassio's sweetheart, + and allow Othello to suppose that the lady spoken of was Desdemona. + </p> + <p> + “How are you, lieutenant?” asked Iago when Cassio appeared. + </p> + <p> + “The worse for being called what I am not,” replied Cassio, gloomily. + </p> + <p> + “Keep on reminding Desdemona, and you'll soon be restored,” said Iago, + adding, in a tone too low for Othello to hear, “If Bianca could set the + matter right, how quickly it would mend!” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! poor rogue,” said Cassio, “I really think she loves me,” and like + the talkative coxcomb he was, Cassio was led on to boast of Bianca's + fondness for him, while Othello imagined, with choked rage, that he + prattled of Desdemona, and thought, “I see your nose, Cassio, but not the + dog I shall throw it to.” + </p> + <p> + Othello was still spying when Bianca entered, boiling over with the idea + that Cassio, whom she considered her property, had asked her to copy the + embroidery on the handkerchief of a new sweetheart. She tossed him the + handkerchief with scornful words, and Cassio departed with her. + </p> + <p> + Othello had seen Bianca, who was in station lower, in beauty and speech + inferior far, to Desdemona and he began in spite of himself to praise his + wife to the villain before him. He praised her skill with the needle, her + voice that could “sing the savageness out of a bear,” her wit, her + sweetness, the fairness of her skin. Every time he praised her Iago said + something that made him remember his anger and utter it foully, and yet he + must needs praise her, and say, “The pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of + it, Iago!” + </p> + <p> + There was never in all Iago's villainy one moment of wavering. If there + had been he might have wavered then. + </p> + <p> + “Strangle her,” he said; and “Good, good!” said his miserable dupe. + </p> + <p> + The pair were still talking murder when Desdemona appeared with a relative + of Desdemona's father, called Lodovico, who bore a letter for Othello from + the Duke of Venice. The letter recalled Othello from Cyprus, and gave the + governorship to Cassio. + </p> + <p> + Luckless Desdemona seized this unhappy moment to urge once more the suit + of Cassio. + </p> + <p> + “Fire and brimstone!” shouted Othello. + </p> + <p> + “It may be the letter agitates him,” explained Lodovico to Desdemona, and + he told her what it contained. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad,” said Desdemona. It was the first bitter speech that Othello's + unkindness had wrung out of her. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you lose your temper,” said Othello. + </p> + <p> + “Why, sweet Othello?” she asked, sarcastically; and Othello slapped her + face. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/othello4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="handkerchief" id="handkerchief"></a> Now was the time for Desdemona + to have saved her life by separation, but she knew not her peril--only + that her love was wounded to the core. “I have not deserved this,” she + said, and the tears rolled slowly down her face. + </p> + <p> + Lodovico was shocked and disgusted. “My lord,” he said, “this would not be + believed in Venice. Make her amends;” but, like a madman talking in his + nightmare, Othello poured out his foul thought in ugly speech, and roared, + “Out of my sight!” + </p> + <p> + “I will not stay to offend you,” said his wife, but she lingered even in + going, and only when he shouted “Avaunt!” did she leave her husband and + his guests. + </p> + <p> + Othello then invited Lodovico to supper, adding, “You are welcome, sir, to + Cyprus. Goats and monkeys!” Without waiting for a reply he left the + company. + </p> + <p> + Distinguished visitors detest being obliged to look on at family quarrels, + and dislike being called either goats or monkeys, and Lodovico asked Iago + for an explanation. + </p> + <p> + True to himself, Iago, in a round-about way, said that Othello was worse + than he seemed, and advised them to study his behavior and save him from + the discomfort of answering any more questions. + </p> + <p> + He proceeded to tell Roderigo to murder Cassio. Roderigo was out of tune + with his friend. He had given Iago quantities of jewels for Desdemona + without effect; Desdemona had seen none of them, for Iago was a thief. + </p> + <p> + Iago smoothed him with a lie, and when Cassio was leaving Bianca's house, + Roderigo wounded him, and was wounded in return. Cassio shouted, and + Lodovico and a friend came running up. Cassio pointed out Roderigo as his + assailant, and Iago, hoping to rid himself of an inconvenient friend, + called him “Villain!” and stabbed him, but not to death. + </p> + <p> + At the Castle, Desdemona was in a sad mood. She told Emilia that she must + leave her; her husband wished it. “Dismiss me!” exclaimed Emilia. “It was + his bidding, said Desdemona; we must not displease him now.” + </p> + <p> + She sang a song which a girl had sung whose lover had been base to her--a + song of a maiden crying by that tree whose boughs droop as though it + weeps, and she went to bed and slept. + </p> + <p> + She woke with her husband's wild eyes upon her. “Have you prayed + to-night?” he asked; and he told this blameless and sweet woman to ask + God's pardon for any sin she might have on her conscience. “I would not + kill thy soul,” he said. + </p> + <p> + He told her that Cassio had confessed, but she knew Cassio had nought to + confess that concerned her. She said that Cassio could not say anything + that would damage her. Othello said his mouth was stopped. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/othello5.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="weeping" id="weeping"></a> Then Desdemona wept, but with violent + words, in spite of all her pleading, Othello pressed upon her throat and + mortally hurt her. + </p> + <p> + Then with boding heart came Emilia, and besought entrance at the door, and + Othello unlocked it, and a voice came from the bed saying, “A guiltless + death I die.” + </p> + <p> + “Who did it?” cried Emilia; and the voice said, “Nobody--I myself. + Farewell!” + </p> + <p> + “'Twas I that killed her,” said Othello. + </p> + <p> + He poured out his evidence by that sad bed to the people who came running + in, Iago among them; but when he spoke of the handkerchief, Emilia told + the truth. + </p> + <p> + And Othello knew. “Are there no stones in heaven but thunderbolts?” he + exclaimed, and ran at Iago, who gave Emilia her death-blow and fled. + </p> + <p> + But they brought him back, and the death that came to him later on was a + relief from torture. + </p> + <p> + They would have taken Othello back to Venice to try him there, but he + escaped them on his sword. “A word or two before you go,” he said to the + Venetians in the chamber. “Speak of me as I was--no better, no worse. Say + I cast away the pearl of pearls, and wept with these hard eyes; and say + that, when in Aleppo years ago I saw a Turk beating a Venetian, I took him + by the throat and smote him thus.” + </p> + <p> + With his own hand he stabbed himself to the heart; and ere he died his + lips touched the face of Desdemona with despairing love. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <a name="katherinecolor" id="katherinecolor"></a> <img + src="images/shrew1.gif" width="250" height="325" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> Petruchio and Katherine + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="schrew" id="schrew">THE TAMING OF THE SHREW</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> There lived in Padua a gentleman named Baptista, who had two fair + daughters. The eldest, Katharine, was so very cross and ill-tempered, and + unmannerly, that no one ever dreamed of marrying her, while her sister, + Bianca, was so sweet and pretty, and pleasant-spoken, that more than one + suitor asked her father for her hand. But Baptista said the elder daughter + must marry first. + </p> + <p> + So Bianca's suitors decided among themselves to try and get some one to + marry Katharine--and then the father could at least be got to listen to + their suit for Bianca. + </p> + <p> + A gentleman from Verona, named Petruchio, was the one they thought of, + and, half in jest, they asked him if he would marry Katharine, the + disagreeable scold. Much to their surprise he said yes, that was just the + sort of wife for him, and if Katharine were handsome and rich, he himself + would undertake soon to make her good-tempered. + </p> + <p> + Petruchio began by asking Baptista's permission to pay court to his gentle + daughter Katharine--and Baptista was obliged to own that she was anything + but gentle. And just then her music master rushed in, complaining that the + naughty girl had broken her lute over his head, because he told her she + was not playing correctly. + </p> + <p> + “Never mind,” said Petruchio, “I love her better than ever, and long to + have some chat with her.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/shrew2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="master" id="master"></a> When Katharine came, he said, “Good-morrow, + Kate--for that, I hear, is your name.” + </p> + <p> + “You've only heard half,” said Katharine, rudely. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no,” said Petruchio, “they call you plain Kate, and bonny Kate, and + sometimes Kate the shrew, and so, hearing your mildness praised in every + town, and your beauty too, I ask you for my wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Your wife!” cried Kate. “Never!” She said some extremely disagreeable + things to him, and, I am sorry to say, ended by boxing his ears. + </p> + <p> + “If you do that again, I'll cuff you,” he said quietly; and still + protested, with many compliments, that he would marry none but her. + </p> + <p> + When Baptista came back, he asked at once-- + </p> + <p> + “How speed you with my daughter?” + </p> + <p> + “How should I speed but well,” replied Petruchio--“how, but well?” + </p> + <p> + “How now, daughter Katharine?” the father went on. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/shrew3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="ears" id="ears"></a> “I don't think,” said Katharine, angrily, “you + are acting a father's part in wishing me to marry this mad-cap ruffian.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Petruchio, “you and all the world would talk amiss of her. You + should see how kind she is to me when we are alone. In short, I will go + off to Venice to buy fine things for our wedding--for--kiss me, Kate! we + will be married on Sunday.” + </p> + <p> + With that, Katharine flounced out of the room by one door in a violent + temper, and he, laughing, went out by the other. But whether she fell in + love with Petruchio, or whether she was only glad to meet a man who was + not afraid of her, or whether she was flattered that, in spite of her + rough words and spiteful usage, he still desired her for his wife--she did + indeed marry him on Sunday, as he had sworn she should. + </p> + <p> + To vex and humble Katharine's naughty, proud spirit, he was late at the + wedding, and when he came, came wearing such shabby clothes that she was + ashamed to be seen with him. His servant was dressed in the same shabby + way, and the horses they rode were the sport of everyone they passed. + </p> + <p> + And, after the marriage, when should have been the wedding breakfast, + Petruchio carried his wife away, not allowing her to eat or drink--saying + that she was his now, and he could do as he liked with her. + </p> + <p> + And his manner was so violent, and he behaved all through his wedding in + so mad and dreadful a manner, that Katharine trembled and went with him. + He mounted her on a stumbling, lean, old horse, and they journeyed by + rough muddy ways to Petruchio's house, he scolding and snarling all the + way. + </p> + <p> + She was terribly tired when she reached her new home, but Petruchio was + determined that she should neither eat nor sleep that night, for he had + made up his mind to teach his bad-tempered wife a lesson she would never + forget. + </p> + <p> + So he welcomed her kindly to his house, but when supper was served he + found fault with everything--the meat was burnt, he said, and ill-served, + and he loved her far too much to let her eat anything but the best. At + last Katharine, tired out with her journey, went supperless to bed. Then + her husband, still telling her how he loved her, and how anxious he was + that she should sleep well, pulled her bed to pieces, throwing the pillows + and bedclothes on the floor, so that she could not go to bed at all, and + still kept growling and scolding at the servants so that Kate might see + how unbeautiful a thing ill-temper was. + </p> + <p> + The next day, too, Katharine's food was all found fault with, and caught + away before she could touch a mouthful, and she was sick and giddy for + want of sleep. Then she said to one of the servants-- + </p> + <p> + “I pray thee go and get me some repast. I care not what.” + </p> + <p> + “What say you to a neat's foot?” said the servant. + </p> + <p> + Katharine said “Yes,” eagerly; but the servant, who was in his master's + secret, said he feared it was not good for hasty-tempered people. Would + she like tripe? + </p> + <p> + “Bring it me,” said Katharine. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think that is good for hasty-tempered people,” said the servant. + “What do you say to a dish of beef and mustard?” + </p> + <p> + “I love it,” said Kate. + </p> + <p> + “But mustard is too hot.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, then, the beef, and let the mustard go,” cried Katharine, who was + getting hungrier and hungrier. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said the servant, “you must have the mustard, or you get no beef + from me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then,” cried Katharine, losing patience, “let it be both, or one, or + anything thou wilt.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, then,” said the servant, “the mustard without the beef!” + </p> + <p> + Then Katharine saw he was making fun of her, and boxed his ears. + </p> + <p> + Just then Petruchio brought her some food--but she had scarcely begun to + satisfy her hunger, before he called for the tailor to bring her new + clothes, and the table was cleared, leaving her still hungry. Katharine + was pleased with the pretty new dress and cap that the tailor had made for + her, but Petruchio found fault with everything, flung the cap and gown on + the floor vowing his dear wife should not wear any such foolish things. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/shrew4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="supper" id="supper"></a> “I will have them,” cried Katharine. “All + gentlewomen wear such caps as these--” + </p> + <p> + “When you are gentle you shall have one too,” he answered, “and not till + then.” When he had driven away the tailor with angry words--but privately + asking his friend to see him paid--Petruchio said-- + </p> + <p> + “Come, Kate, let's go to your father's, shabby as we are, for as the sun + breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit. + It is about seven o'clock now. We shall easily get there by dinner-time.” + </p> + <p> + “It's nearly two,” said Kate, but civilly enough, for she had grown to see + that she could not bully her husband, as she had done her father and her + sister; “it's nearly two, and it will be supper-time before we get there.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be seven,” said Petruchio, obstinately, “before I start. Why, + whatever I say or do, or think, you do nothing but contradict. I won't go + to-day, and before I do go, it shall be what o'clock I say it is.” + </p> + <p> + At last they started for her father's house. + </p> + <p> + “Look at the moon,” said he. + </p> + <p> + “It's the sun,” said Katharine, and indeed it was. + </p> + <p> + “I say it is the moon. Contradicting again! It shall be sun or moon, or + whatever I choose, or I won't take you to your father's.” + </p> + <p> + Then Katharine gave in, once and for all. “What you will have it named,” + she said, “it is, and so it shall be so for Katharine.” And so it was, for + from that moment Katharine felt that she had met her master, and never + again showed her naughty tempers to him, or anyone else. + </p> + <p> + So they journeyed on to Baptista's house, and arriving there, they found + all folks keeping Bianca's wedding feast, and that of another newly + married couple, Hortensio and his wife. They were made welcome, and sat + down to the feast, and all was merry, save that Hortensio's wife, seeing + Katharine subdued to her husband, thought she could safely say many + disagreeable things, that in the old days, when Katharine was free and + froward, she would not have dared to say. But Katharine answered with such + spirit and such moderation, that she turned the laugh against the new + bride. + </p> + <p> + After dinner, when the ladies had retired, Baptista joined in a laugh + against Petruchio, saying “Now in good sadness, son Petruchio, I fear you + have got the veriest shrew of all.” + </p> + <p> + “You are wrong,” said Petruchio, “let me prove it to you. Each of us shall + send a message to his wife, desiring her to come to him, and the one whose + wife comes most readily shall win a wager which we will agree on.” + </p> + <p> + The others said yes readily enough, for each thought his own wife the most + dutiful, and each thought he was quite sure to win the wager. + </p> + <p> + They proposed a wager of twenty crowns. + </p> + <p> + “Twenty crowns,” said Petruchio, “I'll venture so much on my hawk or + hound, but twenty times as much upon my wife.” + </p> + <p> + “A hundred then,” cried Lucentio, Bianca's husband. + </p> + <p> + “Content,” cried the others. + </p> + <p> + Then Lucentio sent a message to the fair Bianca bidding her to come to + him. And Baptista said he was certain his daughter would come. But the + servant coming back, said-- + </p> + <p> + “Sir, my mistress is busy, and she cannot come.”' + </p> + <p> + “There's an answer for you,” said Petruchio. + </p> + <p> + “You may think yourself fortunate if your wife does not send you a worse.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope, better,” Petruchio answered. Then Hortensio said-- + </p> + <p> + “Go and entreat my wife to come to me at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh--if you <i>entreat</i> her,” said Petruchio. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid,” answered Hortensio, sharply, “do what you can, yours will + not be entreated.” + </p> + <p> + But now the servant came in, and said-- + </p> + <p> + “She says you are playing some jest, she will not come.” + </p> + <p> + “Better and better,” cried Petruchio; “now go to your mistress and say I + <i>command</i> her to come to me.” + </p> + <p> + They all began to laugh, saying they knew what her answer would be, and + that she would not come. + </p> + <p> + Then suddenly Baptista cried-- + </p> + <p> + “Here comes Katharine!” And sure enough--there she was. + </p> + <p> + “What do you wish, sir?” she asked her husband. + </p> + <p> + “Where are your sister and Hortensio's wife?” + </p> + <p> + “Talking by the parlor fire.” + </p> + <p> + “Fetch them here.” + </p> + <p> + When she was gone to fetch them, Lucentio said-- + </p> + <p> + “Here is a wonder!” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what it means,” said Hortensio. + </p> + <p> + “It means peace,” said Petruchio, “and love, and quiet life.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Baptista, “you have won the wager, and I will add another + twenty thousand crowns to her dowry--another dowry for another + daughter--for she is as changed as if she were someone else.” + </p> + <p> + So Petruchio won his wager, and had in Katharine always a loving wife and + true, and now he had broken her proud and angry spirit he loved her well, + and there was nothing ever but love between those two. And so they lived + happy ever afterwards. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="measure" id="measure">MEASURE FOR MEASURE</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> More centuries ago than I care to say, the people of Vienna were + governed too mildly. The reason was that the reigning Duke Vicentio was + excessively good-natured, and disliked to see offenders made unhappy. + </p> + <p> + The consequence was that the number of ill-behaved persons in Vienna was + enough to make the Duke shake his head in sorrow when his chief secretary + showed him it at the end of a list. He decided, therefore, that wrongdoers + must be punished. But popularity was dear to him. He knew that, if he were + suddenly strict after being lax, he would cause people to call him a + tyrant. For this reason he told his Privy Council that he must go to + Poland on important business of state. “I have chosen Angelo to rule in my + absence,” said he. + </p> + <p> + Now this Angelo, although he appeared to be noble, was really a mean man. + He had promised to marry a girl called Mariana, and now would have nothing + to say to her, because her dowry had been lost. So poor Mariana lived + forlornly, waiting every day for the footstep of her stingy lover, and + loving him still. + </p> + <p> + Having appointed Angelo his deputy, the Duke went to a friar called Thomas + and asked him for a friar's dress and instruction in the art of giving + religious counsel, for he did not intend to go to Poland, but to stay at + home and see how Angelo governed. + </p> + <p> + Angelo had not been a day in office when he condemned to death a young man + named Claudio for an act of rash selfishness which nowadays would only be + punished by severe reproof. + </p> + <p> + Claudio had a queer friend called Lucio, and Lucio saw a chance of freedom + for Claudio if Claudio's beautiful sister Isabella would plead with + Angelo. + </p> + <p> + Isabella was at that time living in a nunnery. Nobody had won her heart, + and she thought she would like to become a sister, or nun. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Claudio did not lack an advocate. + </p> + <p> + An ancient lord, Escalus, was for leniency. “Let us cut a little, but not + kill,” he said. “This gentleman had a most noble father.” + </p> + <p> + Angelo was unmoved. “If twelve men find me guilty, I ask no more mercy + than is in the law.” + </p> + <p> + Angelo then ordered the Provost to see that Claudio was executed at nine + the next morning. + </p> + <p> + After the issue of this order Angelo was told that the sister of the + condemned man desired to see him. + </p> + <p> + “Admit her,” said Angelo. + </p> + <p> + On entering with Lucio, the beautiful girl said, “I am a woeful suitor to + your Honor.” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said Angelo. + </p> + <p> + She colored at his chill monosyllable and the ascending red increased the + beauty of her face. “I have a brother who is condemned to die,” she + continued. “Condemn the fault, I pray you, and spare my brother.” + </p> + <p> + “Every fault,” said Angelo, “is condemned before it is committed. A fault + cannot suffer. Justice would be void if the committer of a fault went + free.” + </p> + <p> + She would have left the court if Lucio had not whispered to her, “You are + too cold; you could not speak more tamely if you wanted a pin.” + </p> + <p> + So Isabella attacked Angelo again, and when he said, “I will not pardon + him,” she was not discouraged, and when he said, “He's sentenced; 'tis too + late,” she returned to the assault. But all her fighting was with reasons, + and with reasons she could not prevail over the Deputy. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/measure1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="dress" id="dress"></a> She told him that nothing becomes power like + mercy. She told him that humanity receives and requires mercy from Heaven, + that it was good to have gigantic strength, and had to use it like a + giant. She told him that lightning rives the oak and spares the myrtle. + She bade him look for fault in his own breast, and if he found one, to + refrain from making it an argument against her brother's life. + </p> + <p> + Angelo found a fault in his breast at that moment. He loved Isabella's + beauty, and was tempted to do for her beauty what he would not do for the + love of man. + </p> + <p> + He appeared to relent, for he said, “Come to me to-morrow before noon.” + </p> + <p> + She had, at any rate, succeeded in prolonging her brother's life for a few + hours.' + </p> + <p> + In her absence Angelo's conscience rebuked him for trifling with his + judicial duty. + </p> + <p> + When Isabella called on him the second time, he said, “Your brother cannot + live.” + </p> + <p> + Isabella was painfully astonished, but all she said was, “Even so. Heaven + keep your Honor.” + </p> + <p> + But as she turned to go, Angelo felt that his duty and honor were slight + in comparison with the loss of her. + </p> + <p> + “Give me your love,” he said, “and Claudio shall be freed.” + </p> + <p> + “Before I would marry you, he should die if he had twenty heads to lay + upon the block,” said Isabella, for she saw then that he was not the just + man he pretended to be. + </p> + <p> + So she went to her brother in prison, to inform him that he must die. At + first he was boastful, and promised to hug the darkness of death. But when + he clearly understood that his sister could buy his life by marrying + Angelo, he felt his life more valuable than her happiness, and he + exclaimed, “Sweet sister, let me live.” + </p> + <p> + “O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch!” she cried. + </p> + <p> + At this moment the Duke came forward, in the habit of a friar, to request + some speech with Isabella. He called himself Friar Lodowick. + </p> + <p> + The Duke then told her that Angelo was affianced to Mariana, whose + love-story he related. He then asked her to consider this plan. Let + Mariana, in the dress of Isabella, go closely veiled to Angelo, and say, + in a voice resembling Isabella's, that if Claudio were spared she would + marry him. Let her take the ring from Angelo's little finger, that it + might be afterwards proved that his visitor was Mariana. + </p> + <p> + Isabella had, of course, a great respect for friars, who are as nearly + like nuns as men can be. She agreed, therefore, to the Duke's plan. They + were to meet again at the moated grange, Mariana's house. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/measure2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="angelo" id="angelo"></a> In the street the Duke saw Lucio, who, + seeing a man dressed like a friar, called out, “What news of the Duke, + friar?” “I have none,” said the Duke. + </p> + <p> + Lucio then told the Duke some stories about Angelo. Then he told one about + the Duke. The Duke contradicted him. Lucio was provoked, and called the + Duke “a shallow, ignorant fool,” though he pretended to love him. “The + Duke shall know you better if I live to report you,” said the Duke, + grimly. Then he asked Escalus, whom he saw in the street, what he thought + of his ducal master. Escalus, who imagined he was speaking to a friar, + replied, “The Duke is a very temperate gentleman, who prefers to see + another merry to being merry himself.” + </p> + <p> + The Duke then proceeded to call on Mariana. + </p> + <p> + Isabella arrived immediately afterwards, and the Duke introduced the two + girls to one another, both of whom thought he was a friar. They went into + a chamber apart from him to discuss the saving of Claudio, and while they + talked in low and earnest tones, the Duke looked out of the window and saw + the broken sheds and flower-beds black with moss, which betrayed Mariana's + indifference to her country dwelling. Some women would have beautified + their garden: not she. She was for the town; she neglected the joys of the + country. He was sure that Angelo would not make her unhappier. + </p> + <p> + “We are agreed, father,” said Isabella, as she returned with Mariana. + </p> + <p> + So Angelo was deceived by the girl whom he had dismissed from his love, + and put on her finger a ring he wore, in which was set a milky stone which + flashed in the light with secret colors. + </p> + <p> + Hearing of her success, the Duke went next day to the prison prepared to + learn that an order had arrived for Claudio's release. It had not, + however, but a letter was banded to the Provost while he waited. His + amazement was great when the Provost read aloud these words, “Whatsoever + you may hear to the contrary, let Claudio be executed by four of the + clock. Let me have his head sent me by five.” + </p> + <p> + But the Duke said to the Provost, “You must show the Deputy another head,” + and he held out a letter and a signet. “Here,” he said, “are the hand and + seal of the Duke. He is to return, I tell you, and Angelo knows it not. + Give Angelo another head.” + </p> + <p> + The Provost thought, “This friar speaks with power. I know the Duke's + signet and I know his hand.” + </p> + <p> + He said at length, “A man died in prison this morning, a pirate of the age + of Claudio, with a beard of his color. I will show his head.” + </p> + <p> + The pirate's head was duly shown to Angelo, who was deceived by its + resemblance to Claudio's. + </p> + <p> + The Duke's return was so popular that the citizens removed the city gates + from their hinges to assist his entry into Vienna. Angelo and Escalus duly + presented themselves, and were profusely praised for their conduct of + affairs in the Duke's absence. + </p> + <p> + It was, therefore, the more unpleasant for Angelo when Isabella, + passionately angered by his treachery, knelt before the Duke, and cried + for justice. + </p> + <p> + When her story was told, the Duke cried, “To prison with her for a + slanderer of our right hand! But stay, who persuaded you to come here?” + </p> + <p> + “Friar Lodowick,” said she. + </p> + <p> + “Who knows him?” inquired the Duke. + </p> + <p> + “I do, my lord,” replied Lucio. “I beat him because he spake against your + Grace.” + </p> + <p> + A friar called Peter here said, “Friar Lodowick is a holy man.” + </p> + <p> + Isabella was removed by an officer, and Mariana came forward. She took off + her veil, and said to Angelo, “This is the face you once swore was worth + looking on.” + </p> + <p> + Bravely he faced her as she put out her hand and said, “This is the hand + which wears the ring you thought to give another.” + </p> + <p> + “I know the woman,” said Angelo. “Once there was talk of marriage between + us, but I found her frivolous.” + </p> + <p> + Mariana here burst out that they were affianced by the strongest vows. + Angelo replied by asking the Duke to insist on the production of Friar + Lodowick. + </p> + <p> + “He shall appear,” promised the Duke, and bade Escalus examine the missing + witness thoroughly while he was elsewhere. + </p> + <p> + Presently the Duke re-appeared in the character of Friar Lodowick, and + accompanied by Isabella and the Provost. He was not so much examined as + abused and threatened by Escalus. Lucio asked him to deny, if he dared, + that he called the Duke a fool and a coward, and had had his nose pulled + for his impudence. + </p> + <p> + “To prison with him!” shouted Escalus, but as hands were laid upon him, + the Duke pulled off his friar's hood, and was a Duke before them all. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” he said to Angelo, “if you have any impudence that can yet serve + you, work it for all it's worth.” + </p> + <p> + “Immediate sentence and death is all I beg,” was the reply. + </p> + <p> + “Were you affianced to Mariana?” asked the Duke. + </p> + <p> + “I was,” said Angelo. + </p> + <p> + “Then marry her instantly,” said his master. “Marry them,” he said to + Friar Peter, “and return with them here.” + </p> + <p> + “Come hither, Isabel,” said the Duke, in tender tones. “Your friar is now + your Prince, and grieves he was too late to save your brother;” but well + the roguish Duke knew he had saved him. + </p> + <p> + “O pardon me,” she cried, “that I employed my Sovereign in my trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “You are pardoned,” he said, gaily. + </p> + <p> + At that moment Angelo and his wife re-entered. “And now, Angelo,” said the + Duke, gravely, “we condemn thee to the block on which Claudio laid his + head!” + </p> + <p> + “O my most gracious lord,” cried Mariana, “mock me not!” + </p> + <p> + “You shall buy a better husband,” said the Duke. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/measure3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="prince" id="prince"></a> “O my dear lord,” said she, “I crave no + better man.” + </p> + <p> + Isabella nobly added her prayer to Mariana's, but the Duke feigned + inflexibility. + </p> + <p> + “Provost,” he said, “how came it that Claudio was executed at an unusual + hour?” + </p> + <p> + Afraid to confess the lie he had imposed upon Angelo, the Provost said, “I + had a private message.” + </p> + <p> + “You are discharged from your office,” said the Duke. The Provost then + departed. Angelo said, “I am sorry to have caused such sorrow. I prefer + death to mercy.” Soon there was a motion in the crowd. The Provost + re-appeared with Claudio. Like a big child the Provost said, “I saved this + man; he is like Claudio.” The Duke was amused, and said to Isabella, “I + pardon him because he is like your brother. He is like my brother, too, if + you, dear Isabel, will be mine.” + </p> + <p> + She was his with a smile, and the Duke forgave Angelo, and promoted the + Provost. + </p> + <p> + Lucio he condemned to marry a stout woman with a bitter tongue. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="verona" id="verona">TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> Only one of them was really a gentleman, as you will discover later. + Their names were Valentine and Proteus. They were friends, and lived at + Verona, a town in northern Italy. Valentine was happy in his name because + it was that of the patron saint of lovers; it is hard for a Valentine to + be fickle or mean. Proteus was unhappy in his name, because it was that of + a famous shape-changer, and therefore it encouraged him to be a lover at + one time and a traitor at another. + </p> + <p> + One day, Valentine told his friend that he was going to Milan. “I'm not in + love like you,” said he, “and therefore I don't want to stay at home.” + </p> + <p> + Proteus was in love with a beautiful yellow-haired girl called Julia, who + was rich, and had no one to order her about. He was, however, sorry to + part from Valentine, and he said, “If ever you are in danger tell me, and + I will pray for you.” Valentine then went to Milan with a servant called + Speed, and at Milan he fell in love with the Duke of Milan's daughter, + Silvia. + </p> + <p> + When Proteus and Valentine parted Julia had not acknowledged that she + loved Proteus. Indeed, she had actually torn up one of his letters in the + presence of her maid, Lucetta. Lucetta, however, was no simpleton, for + when she saw the pieces she said to herself, “All she wants is to be + annoyed by another letter.” Indeed, no sooner had Lucetta left her alone + than Julia repented of her tearing, and placed between her dress and her + heart the torn piece of paper on which Proteus had signed his name. So by + tearing a letter written by Proteus she discovered that she loved him. + Then, like a brave, sweet girl, she wrote to Proteus, “Be patient, and you + shall marry me.” + </p> + <p> + Delighted with these words Proteus walked about, flourishing Julia's + letter and talking to himself. + </p> + <p> + “What have you got there?” asked his father, Antonio. + </p> + <p> + “A letter from Valentine,” fibbed Proteus. + </p> + <p> + “Let me read it,” said Antonio. + </p> + <p> + “There is no news,” said deceitful Proteus; “he only says that he is very + happy, and the Duke of Milan is kind to him, and that he wishes I were + with him.” + </p> + <p> + This fib had the effect of making Antonio think that his son should go to + Milan and enjoy the favors in which Valentine basked. “You must go + to-morrow,” he decreed. Proteus was dismayed. “Give me time to get my + outfit ready.” He was met with the promise, “What you need shall be sent + after you.” + </p> + <p> + It grieved Julia to part from her lover before their engagement was two + days' old. She gave him a ring, and said, “Keep this for my sake,” and he + gave her a ring, and they kissed like two who intend to be true till + death. Then Proteus departed for Milan. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Valentine was amusing Silvia, whose grey eyes, laughing at him + under auburn hair, had drowned him in love. One day she told him that she + wanted to write a pretty letter to a gentleman whom she thought well of, + but had no time: would he write it? Very much did Valentine dislike + writing that letter, but he did write it, and gave it to her coldly. “Take + it back,” she said; “you did it unwillingly.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” he said, “it was difficult to write such a letter for you.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/verona1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="silvia" id="silvia"></a> “Take it back,” she commanded; “you did not + write tenderly enough.” + </p> + <p> + Valentine was left with the letter, and condemned to write another; but + his servant Speed saw that, in effect, the Lady Silvia had allowed + Valentine to write for her a love-letter to Valentine's own self. “The + joke,” he said, “is as invisible as a weather-cock on a steeple.” He meant + that it was very plain; and he went on to say exactly what it was: “If + master will write her love-letters, he must answer them.” + </p> + <p> + On the arrival of Proteus, he was introduced by Valentine to Silvia and + afterwards, when they were alone, Valentine asked Proteus how his love for + Julia was prospering. + </p> + <p> + “Why,” said Proteus, “you used to get wearied when I spoke of her.” + </p> + <p> + “Aye,” confessed Valentine, “but it's different now. I can eat and drink + all day with nothing but love on my plate and love in my cup.” + </p> + <p> + “You idolize Silvia,” said Proteus. + </p> + <p> + “She is divine,” said Valentine. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/verona2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="theletter" id="theletter"></a> “Come, come!” remonstrated Proteus. + </p> + <p> + “Well, if she's not divine,” said Valentine, “she is the queen of all + women on earth.” + </p> + <p> + “Except Julia,” said Proteus. + </p> + <p> + “Dear boy,” said Valentine, “Julia is not excepted; but I will grant that + she alone is worthy to bear my lady's train.” + </p> + <p> + “Your bragging astounds me,” said Proteus. + </p> + <p> + But he had seen Silvia, and he felt suddenly that the yellow-haired Julia + was black in comparison. He became in thought a villain without delay, and + said to himself what he had never said before--“I to myself am dearer than + my friend.” + </p> + <p> + It would have been convenient for Valentine if Proteus had changed, by the + power of the god whose name he bore, the shape of his body at the evil + moment when he despised Julia in admiring Silvia. But his body did not + change; his smile was still affectionate, and Valentine confided to him + the great secret that Silvia had now promised to run away with him. “In + the pocket of this cloak,” said Valentine, “I have a silken rope ladder, + with hooks which will clasp the window-bar of her room.” + </p> + <p> + Proteus knew the reason why Silvia and her lover were bent on flight. The + Duke intended her to wed Sir Thurio, a gentlemanly noodle for whom she did + not care a straw. + </p> + <p> + Proteus thought that if he could get rid of Valentine he might make Silvia + fond of him, especially if the Duke insisted on her enduring Sir Thurio's + tiresome chatter. He therefore went to the Duke, and said, “Duty before + friendship! It grieves me to thwart my friend Valentine, but your Grace + should know that he intends to-night to elope with your Grace's daughter.” + He begged the Duke not to tell Valentine the giver of this information, + and the Duke assured him that his name would not be divulged. + </p> + <p> + Early that evening the Duke summoned Valentine, who came to him wearing a + large cloak with a bulging pocket. + </p> + <p> + “You know,” said the Duke, “my desire to marry my daughter to Sir Thurio?” + </p> + <p> + “I do,” replied Valentine. “He is virtuous and generous, as befits a man + so honored in your Grace's thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless she dislikes him,” said the Duke. “She is a peevish, proud, + disobedient girl, and I should be sorry to leave her a penny. I intend, + therefore, to marry again.” + </p> + <p> + Valentine bowed. + </p> + <p> + “I hardly know how the young people of to-day make love,” continued the + Duke, “and I thought that you would be just the man to teach me how to win + the lady of my choice.” + </p> + <p> + “Jewels have been known to plead rather well,” said Valentine. + </p> + <p> + “I have tried them,” said the Duke. + </p> + <p> + “The habit of liking the giver may grow if your Grace gives her some + more.” + </p> + <p> + “The chief difficulty,” pursued the Duke, “is this. The lady is promised + to a young gentleman, and it is hard to have a word with her. She is, in + fact, locked up.” + </p> + <p> + “Then your Grace should propose an elopement,” said Valentine. “Try a rope + ladder.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/verona3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="serenade" id="serenade"></a> “But how should I carry it?” asked the + Duke. + </p> + <p> + “A rope ladder is light,” said Valentine; “You can carry it in a cloak.” + </p> + <p> + “Like yours?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, your Grace.” + </p> + <p> + “Then yours will do. Kindly lend it to me.” + </p> + <p> + Valentine had talked himself into a trap. He could not refuse to lend his + cloak, and when the Duke had donned it, his Grace drew from the pocket a + sealed missive addressed to Silvia. He coolly opened it, and read these + words: “Silvia, you shall be free to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed,” he said, “and here's the rope ladder. Prettily contrived, but + not perfectly. I give you, sir, a day to leave my dominions. If you are in + Milan by this time to-morrow, you die.” + </p> + <p> + Poor Valentine was saddened to the core. “Unless I look on Silvia in the + day,” he said, “there is no day for me to look upon.” + </p> + <p> + Before he went he took farewell of Proteus, who proved a hypocrite of the + first order. “Hope is a lover's staff,” said Valentine's betrayer; “walk + hence with that.” + </p> + <p> + After leaving Milan, Valentine and his servant wandered into a forest near + Mantua where the great poet Virgil lived. In the forest, however, the + poets (if any) were brigands, who bade the travelers stand. They obeyed, + and Valentine made so good an impression upon his captors that they + offered him his life on condition that he became their captain. + </p> + <p> + “I accept,” said Valentine, “provided you release my servant, and are not + violent to women or the poor.” + </p> + <p> + The reply was worthy of Virgil, and Valentine became a brigand chief. + </p> + <p> + We return now to Julia, who found Verona too dull to live in since Proteus + had gone. She begged her maid Lucetta to devise a way by which she could + see him. “Better wait for him to return,” said Lucetta, and she talked so + sensibly that Julia saw it was idle to hope that Lucetta would bear the + blame of any rash and interesting adventure. Julia therefore said that she + intended to go to Milan and dressed like a page. + </p> + <p> + “You must cut off your hair then,” said Lucetta, who thought that at this + announcement Julia would immediately abandon her scheme. + </p> + <p> + “I shall knot it up,” was the disappointing rejoinder. + </p> + <p> + Lucetta then tried to make the scheme seem foolish to Julia, but Julia had + made up her mind and was not to be put off by ridicule; and when her + toilet was completed, she looked as comely a page as one could wish to + see. + </p> + <p> + Julia assumed the male name Sebastian, and arrived in Milan in time to + hear music being performed outside the Duke's palace. + </p> + <p> + “They are serenading the Lady Silvia,” said a man to her. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly she heard a voice lifted in song, and she knew that voice. It was + the voice of Proteus. But what was he singing? + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “Who is Silvia? what is she, + </p> + <p> + That all our swains commend her? + </p> + <p> + Holy, fair, and wise is she; + </p> + <p> + The heaven such grace did lend her + </p> + <p> + That she might admired be.” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> Julia tried not to hear the rest, but these two lines somehow + thundered into her mind-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “Then to Silvia let us sing; + </p> + <p> + She excels each mortal thing.” + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> Then Proteus thought Silvia excelled Julia; and, since he sang so + beautifully for all the world to hear, it seemed that he was not only + false to Julia, but had forgotten her. Yet Julia still loved him. She even + went to him, and asked to be his page, and Proteus engaged her. + </p> + <p> + One day, he handed to her the ring which she had given him, and said, + “Sebastian, take that to the Lady Silvia, and say that I should like the + picture of her she promised me.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/verona4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="outlaws" id="outlaws"></a> Silvia had promised the picture, but she + disliked Proteus. She was obliged to talk to him because he was high in + the favor of her father, who thought he pleaded with her on behalf of Sir + Thurio. Silvia had learned from Valentine that Proteus was pledged to a + sweetheart in Verona; and when he said tender things to her, she felt that + he was disloyal in friendship as well as love. + </p> + <p> + Julia bore the ring to Silvia, but Silvia said, “I will not wrong the + woman who gave it him by wearing it.” + </p> + <p> + “She thanks you,” said Julia. + </p> + <p> + “You know her, then?” said Silvia, and Julia spoke so tenderly of herself + that Silvia wished that Sebastian would marry Julia. + </p> + <p> + Silvia gave Julia her portrait for Proteus, who would have received it the + worse for extra touches on the nose and eyes if Julia had not made up her + mind that she was as pretty as Silvia. + </p> + <p> + Soon there was an uproar in the palace. Silvia had fled. + </p> + <p> + The Duke was certain that her intention was to join the exiled Valentine, + and he was not wrong. + </p> + <p> + Without delay he started in pursuit, with Sir Thurio, Proteus, and some + servants. + </p> + <p> + The members of the pursuing party got separated, and Proteus and Julia (in + her page's dress) were by themselves when they saw Silvia, who had been + taken prisoner by outlaws and was now being led to their Captain. Proteus + rescued her, and then said, “I have saved you from death; give me one kind + look.” + </p> + <p> + “O misery, to be helped by you!” cried Silvia. “I would rather be a lion's + breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + Julia was silent, but cheerful. Proteus was so much annoyed with Silvia + that he threatened her, and seized her by the waist. + </p> + <p> + “O heaven!” cried Silvia. + </p> + <p> + At that instant there was a noise of crackling branches. Valentine came + crashing through the Mantuan forest to the rescue of his beloved. Julia + feared he would slay Proteus, and hurried to help her false lover. But he + struck no blow, he only said, “Proteus, I am sorry I must never trust you + more.” + </p> + <p> + Thereat Proteus felt his guilt, and fell on his knees, saying, “Forgive + me! I grieve! I suffer!” + </p> + <p> + “Then you are my friend once more,” said the generous Valentine. “If + Silvia, that is lost to me, will look on you with favor, I promise that I + will stand aside and bless you both.” + </p> + <p> + These words were terrible to Julia, and she swooned. Valentine revived + her, and said, “What was the matter, boy?” + </p> + <p> + “I remembered,” fibbed Julia, “that I was charged to give a ring to the + Lady Silvia, and that I did not.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, give it to me,” said Proteus. + </p> + <p> + She handed him a ring, but it was the ring that Proteus gave to Julia + before he left Verona. + </p> + <p> + Proteus looked at her hand, and crimsoned to the roots of his hair. + </p> + <p> + “I changed my shape when you changed your mind,” said she. + </p> + <p> + “But I love you again,” said he. + </p> + <p> + Just then outlaws entered, bringing two prizes--the Duke and Sir Thurio. + </p> + <p> + “Forbear!” cried Valentine, sternly. “The Duke is sacred.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Thurio exclaimed, “There's Silvia; she's mine!” + </p> + <p> + “Touch her, and you die!” said Valentine. + </p> + <p> + “I should be a fool to risk anything for her,” said Sir Thurio. + </p> + <p> + “Then you are base,” said the Duke. “Valentine, you are a brave man. Your + banishment is over. I recall you. You may marry Silvia. You deserve her.” + </p> + <p> + “I thank your Grace,” said Valentine, deeply moved, “and yet must ask you + one more boon.” + </p> + <p> + “I grant it,” said the Duke. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon these men, your Grace, and give them employment. They are better + than their calling.” + </p> + <p> + “I pardon them and you,” said the Duke. “Their work henceforth shall be + for wages.” + </p> + <p> + “What think you of this page, your Grace?” asked Valentine, indicating + Julia. + </p> + <p> + The Duke glanced at her, and said, “I think the boy has grace in him.” + </p> + <p> + “More grace than boy, say I,” laughed Valentine, and the only punishment + which Proteus had to bear for his treacheries against love and friendship + was the recital in his presence of the adventures of Julia-Sebastian of + Verona. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="well" id="well">ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL</a> + </h2> + <p> + <br /> In the year thirteen hundred and something, the Countess of + Rousillon was unhappy in her palace near the Pyrenees. She had lost her + husband, and the King of France had summoned her son Bertram to Paris, + hundreds of miles away. + </p> + <p> + Bertram was a pretty youth with curling hair, finely arched eyebrows, and + eyes as keen as a hawk's. He was as proud as ignorance could make him, and + would lie with a face like truth itself to gain a selfish end. But a + pretty youth is a pretty youth, and Helena was in love with him. + </p> + <p> + Helena was the daughter of a great doctor who had died in the service of + the Count of Rousillon. Her sole fortune consisted in a few of her + father's prescriptions. + </p> + <p> + When Bertram had gone, Helena's forlorn look was noticed by the Countess, + who told her that she was exactly the same to her as her own child. Tears + then gathered in Helena's eyes, for she felt that the Countess made + Bertram seem like a brother whom she could never marry. The Countess + guessed her secret forthwith, and Helena confessed that Bertram was to her + as the sun is to the day. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/well1.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="bertram" id="bertram"></a> She hoped, however, to win this sun by + earning the gratitude of the King of France, who suffered from a lingering + illness, which made him lame. The great doctors attached to the Court + despaired of curing him, but Helena had confidence in a prescription which + her father had used with success. + </p> + <p> + Taking an affectionate leave of the Countess, she went to Paris, and was + allowed to see the King. + </p> + <p> + He was very polite, but it was plain he thought her a quack. “It would not + become me,” he said, “to apply to a simple maiden for the relief which all + the learned doctors cannot give me.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven uses weak instruments sometimes,” said Helena, and she declared + that she would forfeit her life if she failed to make him well. + </p> + <p> + “And if you succeed?” questioned the King. + </p> + <p> + “Then I will ask your Majesty to give me for a husband the man whom I + choose!” + </p> + <p> + So earnest a young lady could not be resisted forever by a suffering king. + Helena, therefore, became the King's doctor, and in two days the royal + cripple could skip. + </p> + <p> + He summoned his courtiers, and they made a glittering throng in the throne + room of his palace. Well might the country girl have been dazzled, and + seen a dozen husbands worth dreaming of among the handsome young noblemen + before her. But her eyes only wandered till they found Bertram. Then she + went up to him, and said, “I dare not say I take you, but I am yours!” + Raising her voice that the King might hear, she added, “This is the Man!” + </p> + <p> + “Bertram,” said the King, “take her; she's your wife!” + </p> + <p> + “My wife, my liege?” said Bertram. “I beg your Majesty to permit me to + choose a wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know, Bertram, what she has done for your King?” asked the + monarch, who had treated Bertram like a son. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, your Majesty,” replied Bertram; “but why should I marry a girl who + owes her breeding to my father's charity?” + </p> + <p> + “You disdain her for lacking a title, but I can give her a title,” said + the King; and as he looked at the sulky youth a thought came to him, and + he added, “Strange that you think so much of blood when you could not + distinguish your own from a beggar's if you saw them mixed together in a + bowl.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot love her,” asserted Bertram; and Helena said gently, “Urge him + not, your Majesty. I am glad to have cured my King for my country's sake.” + </p> + <p> + “My honor requires that scornful boy's obedience,” said the King. + “Bertram, make up your mind to this. You marry this lady, of whom you are + so unworthy, or you learn how a king can hate. Your answer?” + </p> + <p> + Bertram bowed low and said, “Your Majesty has ennobled the lady by your + interest in her. I submit.” + </p> + <p> + “Take her by the hand,” said the King, “and tell her she is yours.” + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/well2.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="king" id="king"></a> Bertram obeyed, and with little delay he was + married to Helena. + </p> + <p> + Fear of the King, however, could not make him a lover. Ridicule helped to + sour him. A base soldier named Parolles told him to his face that now he + had a “kicky-wicky” his business was not to fight but to stay at home. + “Kicky-wicky” was only a silly epithet for a wife, but it made Bertram + feel he could not bear having a wife, and that he must go to the war in + Italy, though the King had forbidden him. + </p> + <p> + Helena he ordered to take leave of the King and return to Rousillon, + giving her letters for his mother and herself. He then rode off, bidding + her a cold good-bye. + </p> + <p> + She opened the letter addressed to herself, and read, “When you can get + the ring from my finger you can call me husband, but against that 'when' I + write 'never.'” + </p> + <p> + Dry-eyed had Helena been when she entered the King's presence and said + farewell, but he was uneasy on her account, and gave her a ring from his + own finger, saying, “If you send this to me, I shall know you are in + trouble, and help you.” + </p> + <p> + She did not show him Bertram's letter to his wife; it would have made him + wish to kill the truant Count; but she went back to Rousillon and handed + her mother-in-law the second letter. It was short and bitter. “I have run + away,” it said. “If the world be broad enough, I will be always far away + from her.” + </p> + <p> + “Cheer up,” said the noble widow to the deserted wife. “I wash his name + out of my blood, and you alone are my child.” + </p> + <p> + The Dowager Countess, however, was still mother enough to Bertram to lay + the blame of his conduct on Parolles, whom she called “a very tainted + fellow.” + </p> + <p> + Helena did not stay long at Rousillon. She clad herself as a pilgrim, and, + leaving a letter for her mother-in-law, secretly set out for Florence. + </p> + <p> + On entering that city she inquired of a woman the way to the Pilgrims' + House of Rest, but the woman begged “the holy pilgrim” to lodge with her. + </p> + <p> + Helena found that her hostess was a widow, who had a beautiful daughter + named Diana. + </p> + <p> + When Diana heard that Helena came from France, she said, “A countryman of + yours, Count Rousillon, has done worthy service for Florence.” But after a + time, Diana had something to tell which was not at all worthy of Helena's + husband. Bertram was making love to Diana. He did not hide the fact that + he was married, but Diana heard from Parolles that his wife was not worth + caring for. + </p> + <p> + The widow was anxious for Diana's sake, and Helena decided to inform her + that she was the Countess Rousillon. + </p> + <p> + “He keeps asking Diana for a lock of her hair,” said the widow. + </p> + <p> + Helena smiled mournfully, for her hair was as fine as Diana's and of the + same color. Then an idea struck her, and she said, “Take this purse of + gold for yourself. I will give Diana three thousand crowns if she will + help me to carry out this plan. Let her promise to give a lock of her hair + to my husband if he will give her the ring which he wears on his finger. + It is an ancestral ring. Five Counts of Rousillon have worn it, yet he + will yield it up for a lock of your daughter's hair. Let your daughter + insist that he shall cut the lock of hair from her in a dark room, and + agree in advance that she shall not speak a single word.” + </p> + <p> + The widow listened attentively, with the purse of gold in her lap. She + said at last, “I consent, if Diana is willing.” + </p> + <p> + Diana was willing, and, strange to say, the prospect of cutting off a lock + of hair from a silent girl in a dark room was so pleasing to Bertram that + he handed Diana his ring, and was told when to follow her into the dark + room. At the time appointed he came with a sharp knife, and felt a sweet + face touch his as he cut off the lock of hair, and he left the room + satisfied, like a man who is filled with renown, and on his finger was a + ring which the girl in the dark room had given him. + </p> + <p> + The war was nearly over, but one of its concluding chapters taught Bertram + that the soldier who had been impudent enough to call Helena his + “kicky-wicky” was far less courageous than a wife. Parolles was such a + boaster, and so fond of trimings to his clothes, that the French officers + played him a trick to discover what he was made of. He had lost his drum, + and had said that he would regain it unless he was killed in the attempt. + His attempt was a very poor one, and he was inventing the story of a + heroic failure, when he was surrounded and disarmed. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/well3.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="letter" id="letter"></a> “Portotartarossa,” said a French lord. + </p> + <p> + “What horrible lingo is this?” thought Parolles, who had been blindfolded. + </p> + <p> + “He's calling for the tortures,” said a French man, affecting to act as + interpreter. “What will you say without 'em?” + </p> + <p> + “As much,” replied Parolles, “as I could possibly say if you pinched me + like a pasty.” He was as good as his word. He told them how many there + were in each regiment of the Florentine army, and he refreshed them with + spicy anecdotes of the officers commanding it. + </p> + <p> + Bertram was present, and heard a letter read, in which Parolles told Diana + that he was a fool. + </p> + <p> + “This is your devoted friend,” said a French lord. + </p> + <p> + “He is a cat to me now,” said Bertram, who detested our hearthrug pets. + </p> + <p> + Parolles was finally let go, but henceforth he felt like a sneak, and was + not addicted to boasting. + </p> + <p> + We now return to France with Helena, who had spread a report of her death, + which was conveyed to the Dowager Countess at Rousillon by Lafeu, a lord + who wished to marry his daughter Magdalen to Bertram. + </p> + <p> + The King mourned for Helena, but he approved of the marriage proposed for + Bertram, and paid a visit to Rousillon in order to see it accomplished. + </p> + <p> + “His great offense is dead,” he said. “Let Bertram approach me.” + </p> + <p> + Then Bertram, scarred in the cheek, knelt before his Sovereign, and said + that if he had not loved Lafeu's daughter before he married Helena, he + would have prized his wife, whom he now loved when it was too late. + </p> + <p> + “Love that is late offends the Great Sender,” said the King. “Forget sweet + Helena, and give a ring to Magdalen.” + </p> + <p> + Bertram immediately gave a ring to Lafeu, who said indignantly, “It's + Helena's!” + </p> + <p> + “It's not!” said Bertram. + </p> + <p> + Hereupon the King asked to look at the ring, and said, “This is the ring I + gave to Helena, and bade her send to me if ever she needed help. So you + had the cunning to get from her what could help her most.” + </p> + <p> + Bertram denied again that the ring was Helena's, but even his mother said + it was. + </p> + <p> + “You lie!” exclaimed the King. “Seize him, guards!” but even while they + were seizing him, Bertram wondered how the ring, which he thought Diana + had given him, came to be so like Helena's. A gentleman now entered, + craving permission to deliver a petition to the King. It was a petition + signed Diana Capilet, and it begged that the King would order Bertram to + marry her whom he had deserted after winning her love. + </p> + <p> + <img src="images/well4.gif" alt="Please keep photo with html" /> <a + name="widow" id="widow"></a> “I'd sooner buy a son-in-law at a fair than + take Bertram now,” said Lafeu. + </p> + <p> + “Admit the petitioner,” said the King. + </p> + <p> + Bertram found himself confronted by Diana and her mother. He denied that + Diana had any claim on him, and spoke of her as though her life was spent + in the gutter. But she asked him what sort of gentlewoman it was to whom + he gave, as to her he gave, the ring of his ancestors now missing from his + finger? + </p> + <p> + Bertram was ready to sink into the earth, but fate had one crowning + generosity reserved for him. Helena entered. + </p> + <p> + “Do I see reality?” asked the King. + </p> + <p> + “O pardon! pardon!” cried Bertram. + </p> + <p> + She held up his ancestral ring. “Now that I have this,” said she, “will + you love me, Bertram?” + </p> + <p> + “To the end of my life,” cried he. + </p> + <p> + “My eyes smell onions,” said Lafeu. Tears for Helena were twinkling in + them. + </p> + <p> + The King praised Diana when he was fully informed by that not very shy + young lady of the meaning of her conduct. For Helena's sake she had wished + to expose Bertram's meanness, not only to the King, but to himself. His + pride was now in shreds, and it is believed that he made a husband of some + sort after all. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + QUOTATIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE + </h2> + <p> + <a name="quotations" id="quotations"></a> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ACTION. + </p> + <p> + <br /> Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant + </p> + <p> + More learned than their ears. + </p> + <h4> + Coriolanus -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> ADVERSITY. + </p> + <p> + <br /> Sweet are the uses of adversity, + </p> + <p> + Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, + </p> + <p> + Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. + </p> + <h4> + As You Like It -- II. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> That, Sir, which serves and seeks for gain, + </p> + <p> + And follows but for form, + </p> + <p> + Will pack, when it begins to rain, + </p> + <p> + And leave thee in the storm. + </p> + <h4> + King Lear -- II. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, + </p> + <p> + The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: + </p> + <p> + Feast won--fast lost; one cloud of winter showers, + </p> + <p> + These flies are couched. + </p> + <h4> + Timon of Athens -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> ADVICE TO A SON LEAVING HOME. + </p> + <p> + <br /> Give thy thoughts no tongue, + </p> + <p> + Nor any unproportioned thought his act + </p> + <p> + Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. + </p> + <p> + The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried + </p> + <p> + Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel; + </p> + <p> + But do not dull thy palm with entertainment + </p> + <p> + Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware + </p> + <p> + Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in, + </p> + <p> + Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee. + </p> + <p> + Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice: + </p> + <p> + Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment, + </p> + <p> + Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, + </p> + <p> + But not expressed in fancy: rich, not gaudy: + </p> + <p> + For the apparel oft proclaims the man; + </p> + <p> + And they in France, of the best rank and station, + </p> + <p> + Are most select and generous, chief in that. + </p> + <p> + Neither a borrower, nor a lender be: + </p> + <p> + For loan oft loses both itself and friend; + </p> + <p> + And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. + </p> + <p> + This above all.--To thine ownself be true; + </p> + <p> + And it must follow, as the night the day, + </p> + <p> + Thou canst not then be false to any man. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- I. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + AGE. + </p> + <p> + My May of life Is + </p> + <p> + fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf: + </p> + <p> + And that which should accompany old age, + </p> + <p> + As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, + </p> + <p> + I must not look to have; but, in their stead, + </p> + <p> + Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, + </p> + <p> + Which the poor heart would feign deny, but dare not. + </p> + <h4> + Macbeth -- V. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + AMBITION. + </p> + <p> + Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is + merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a + quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- II 2. + </h4> + <p> + I charge thee fling away ambition; + </p> + <p> + By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, + </p> + <p> + The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't? + </p> + <p> + Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; + </p> + <p> + Corruption wins not more than honesty. + </p> + <p> + Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, + </p> + <p> + To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not! + </p> + <p> + Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, + </p> + <p> + Thy God's, and truth's. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VIII. -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ANGER. + </p> + <p> + Anger is like + </p> + <p> + A full-hot horse, who being allowed his way, + </p> + <p> + Self-mettle tires him. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VIII. -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + ARROGANCE. + </p> + <p> + There are a sort of men, whose visages + </p> + <p> + Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, + </p> + <p> + And do a willful stillness entertain, + </p> + <p> + With purpose to be dressed in an opinion + </p> + <p> + Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, + </p> + <p> + As who should say, “i am Sir Oracle, + </p> + <p> + And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!” + </p> + <p> + O! my Antonio, I do know of these + </p> + <p> + That therefore are reputed wise + </p> + <p> + For saying nothing, when, I am sure, + </p> + <p> + If they should speak, would almost dam those ears, + </p> + <p> + Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools. + </p> + <h4> + The Merchant of Venice -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + AUTHORITY. + </p> + <p> + Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? + </p> + <p> + And the creature run from the cur? + </p> + <p> + There thou might'st behold the great image of authority + </p> + <p> + a dog's obeyed in office. + </p> + <h4> + King Lear -- IV. 6. + </h4> + <p> + Could great men thunder + </p> + <p> + As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, + </p> + <p> + For every pelting, petty officer + </p> + <p> + Would use his heaven for thunder: nothing but thunder-- + </p> + <p> + Merciful heaven! + </p> + <p> + Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, + </p> + <p> + Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, + </p> + <p> + Than the soft myrtle!--O, but man, proud man! + </p> + <p> + Drest in a little brief authority -- + </p> + <p> + Most ignorant of what he's most assured, + </p> + <p> + His glassy essence,--like an angry ape, + </p> + <p> + Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, + </p> + <p> + As make the angels weep. + </p> + <h4> + Measure for Measure -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + BEAUTY. + </p> + <p> + The hand, that hath made you fair, hath made you good: the + </p> + <p> + goodness, that is cheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness; + </p> + <p> + but grace, being the soul of your complexion, should keep the body + </p> + <p> + of it ever fair. + </p> + <h4> + Measure for Measure -- III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + BLESSINGS UNDERVALUED. + </p> + <p> + It so falls out + </p> + <p> + That what we have we prize not to the worth, + </p> + <p> + Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost, + </p> + <p> + Why, then we rack the value; then we find + </p> + <p> + The virtue, that possession would not show us + </p> + <p> + Whiles it was ours. + </p> + <h4> + Much Ado About Nothing -- IV. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + BRAGGARTS. + </p> + <p> + It will come to pass, + </p> + <p> + That every braggart shall be found an ass. + </p> + <h4> + All's Well that Ends Well -- IV. 3. + </h4> + <p> + They that have the voice of lions, and the act of bares, + </p> + <p> + are they not monsters? + </p> + <h4> + Troilus and Cressida -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CALUMNY. + </p> + <p> + Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, + </p> + <p> + thou shalt not escape calumny. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + No might nor greatness in mortality + </p> + <p> + Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny + </p> + <p> + The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong, + </p> + <p> + Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue? + </p> + <h4> + Measure for Measure -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CEREMONY. + </p> + <p> + Ceremony + </p> + <p> + Was but devised at first, to set a gloss + </p> + <p> + On faint deeds, hollow welcomes. + </p> + <p> + Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; + </p> + <p> + But where there is true friendship, there needs none. + </p> + <h4> + Timon of Athens -- I. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + COMFORT. + </p> + <p> + Men + </p> + <p> + Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief + </p> + <p> + Which they themselves not feel; but tasting it, + </p> + <p> + Their counsel turns to passion, which before + </p> + <p> + Would give preceptial medicine to rage, + </p> + <p> + Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, + </p> + <p> + Charm ache with air, and agony with words: + </p> + <p> + No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience + </p> + <p> + To those that wring under the load of sorrow; + </p> + <p> + But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, + </p> + <p> + To be so moral, when he shall endure + </p> + <p> + The like himself. + </p> + <h4> + Much Ado About Nothing -- V. 1. + </h4> + <p> + Well, every one can master a grief, but he that has it. + </p> + <h4> + Idem -- II. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + COMPARISON. + </p> + <p> + When the moon shone, we did not see the candle. + </p> + <p> + So doth the greater glory dim the less; + </p> + <p> + A substitute shines brightly as a king, + </p> + <p> + Until a king be by; and then his state + </p> + <p> + Empties itself, as does an inland brook + </p> + <p> + Into the main of waters. + </p> + <h4> + Merchant of Venice -- V. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CONSCIENCE. + </p> + <p> + Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; + </p> + <p> + And thus the native hue of resolution + </p> + <p> + Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; + </p> + <p> + And enterprises of great pith and moment, + </p> + <p> + With this regard, their currents turn awry, + </p> + <p> + And lose the name of action. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CONTENT. + </p> + <p> + My crown is in my heart, not on my head; + </p> + <p> + Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, + </p> + <p> + Nor to be seen; my crown is called “content;” + </p> + <p> + A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VI., Part 3d - III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CONTENTION. + </p> + <p> + How, in one house, + </p> + <p> + Should many people, under two commands, + </p> + <p> + Hold amity? + </p> + <h4> + King Lear -- II. 4. + </h4> + <p> + When two authorities are set up, + </p> + <p> + Neither supreme, how soon confusion + </p> + <p> + May enter twixt the gap of both, and take + </p> + <p> + The one by the other. + </p> + <h4> + Coriolanus -- III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CONTENTMENT. + </p> + <p> + 'Tis better to be lowly born, + </p> + <p> + And range with humble livers in content, + </p> + <p> + Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, + </p> + <p> + And wear a golden sorrow. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VIII. -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + COWARDS. + </p> + <p> + Cowards die many times before their deaths; + </p> + <p> + The valiant never taste of death but once. + </p> + <h4> + Julius Caesar -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + CUSTOM. + </p> + <p> + That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat + </p> + <p> + Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this: + </p> + <p> + That to the use of actions fair and good + </p> + <p> + He likewise gives a frock, or livery, + </p> + <p> + That aptly is put on: Refrain to-night: + </p> + <p> + And that shall lend a kind of easiness + </p> + <p> + To the next abstinence: the next more easy: + </p> + <p> + For use almost can change the stamp of nature, + </p> + <p> + And either curb the devil, or throw him out + </p> + <p> + With wondrous potency. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- III. 4. + </h4> + <p> + A custom + </p> + <p> + More honored in the breach, then the observance. + </p> + <h4> + Idem -- I. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + DEATH. + </p> + <p> + Kings, and mightiest potentates, must die; + </p> + <p> + For that's the end of human misery. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VI., Part 1st -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, + </p> + <p> + It seems to me most strange that men should fear; + </p> + <p> + Seeing that death, a necessary end, + </p> + <p> + Will come, when it will come. + </p> + <h4> + Julius Caesar -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + The dread of something after death, + </p> + <p> + Makes us rather bear those ills we have, + </p> + <p> + Than fly to others we know not of. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + The sense of death is most in apprehension. + </p> + <h4> + Measure for Measure -- III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death + </p> + <p> + Will seize the doctor too. + </p> + <h4> + Cymbeline -- V. 5. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + DECEPTION. + </p> + <p> + The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. + </p> + <p> + An evil soul, producing holy witness, + </p> + <p> + Is like a villain with a smiling cheek; + </p> + <p> + A goodly apple rotten at the heart; + </p> + <p> + O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! + </p> + <h4> + Merchant of Venice -- I. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + DEEDS. + </p> + <p> + Foul deeds will rise, + </p> + <p> + Though all the earth o'erwhelm them to men's eyes. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- I. 2. + </h4> + <p> + How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, + </p> + <p> + Makes deeds ill done! + </p> + <h4> + King John -- IV. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + DELAY. + </p> + <p> + That we would do, + </p> + <p> + We should do when we would; for this would changes, + </p> + <p> + And hath abatements and delays as many, + </p> + <p> + As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; + </p> + <p> + And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh, + </p> + <p> + That hurts by easing. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- IV. 7. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + DELUSION. + </p> + <p> + For love of grace, + </p> + <p> + Lay not that flattering unction to your soul; + </p> + <p> + It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; + </p> + <p> + Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, + </p> + <p> + Infects unseen. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- III. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + DISCRETION. + </p> + <p> + Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, + </p> + <p> + Not to outsport discretion. + </p> + <h4> + Othello -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + DOUBTS AND FEARS. + </p> + <p> + I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in + </p> + <p> + To saucy doubts and fears. + </p> + <h4> + Macbeth -- III. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + DRUNKENNESS. + </p> + <p> + Boundless intemperance. + </p> + <p> + In nature is a tyranny; it hath been + </p> + <p> + Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne, + </p> + <p> + And fall of many kings. + </p> + <h4> + Measure for Measure -- I. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + DUTY OWING TO OURSELVES AND OTHERS. + </p> + <p> + Love all, trust a few, + </p> + <p> + Do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy + </p> + <p> + Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend + </p> + <p> + Under thy own life's key; be checked for silence, + </p> + <p> + But never taxed for speech. + </p> + <h4> + All's Well that Ends Well -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + EQUIVOCATION. + </p> + <p> + But yet + </p> + <p> + I do not like but yet, it does allay + </p> + <p> + The good precedence; fye upon but yet: + </p> + <p> + But yet is as a gailer to bring forth + </p> + <p> + Some monstrous malefactor. + </p> + <h4> + Antony and Cleopatra -- II. 5. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + EXCESS. + </p> + <p> + A surfeit of the sweetest things + </p> + <p> + The deepest loathing to the stomach brings. + </p> + <h4> + Midsummer Night's Dream -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + Every inordinate cup is unblessed, + </p> + <p> + and the ingredient is a devil. + </p> + <h4> + Othello -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + FALSEHOOD. + </p> + <p> + Falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent, + </p> + <p> + Three things that women hold in hate. + </p> + <h4> + Two Gentlemen of Verona -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + FEAR. + </p> + <p> + Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds + </p> + <p> + Where it should guard. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VI., Part 2d -- V. 2. + </h4> + <p> + Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight: + </p> + <p> + And fight and die, is death destroying death; + </p> + <p> + Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath. + </p> + <h4> + King Richard II. -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + FEASTS. + </p> + <p> + Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a merry feast. + </p> + <h4> + Comedy of Errors -- III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + FILIAL INGRATITUDE. + </p> + <p> + Ingratitude! Thou marble-hearted fiend, + </p> + <p> + More hideous, when thou showest thee in a child, + </p> + <p> + Than the sea-monster. + </p> + <h4> + King Lear -- I. 4. + </h4> + <p> + How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is + </p> + <p> + To have a thankless child + </p> + <h4> + Idem -- I. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + FORETHOUGHT. + </p> + <p> + Determine on some course, + </p> + <p> + More than a wild exposure to each cause + </p> + <p> + That starts i' the way before thee. + </p> + <h4> + Coriolanus -- IV. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + FORTITUDE. + </p> + <p> + Yield not thy neck + </p> + <p> + To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind + </p> + <p> + Still ride in triumph over all mischance. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VI., Part 3d -- III. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + FORTUNE. + </p> + <p> + When fortune means to men most good, + </p> + <p> + She looks upon them with a threatening eye. + </p> + <h4> + King John -- III. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + GREATNESS. + </p> + <p> + Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! + </p> + <p> + This is the state of man: To-day he puts forth + </p> + <p> + The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, + </p> + <p> + And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; + </p> + <p> + The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; + </p> + <p> + And,--when he thinks, good easy man, full surely + </p> + <p> + His greatness is ripening,--nips his root, + </p> + <p> + And then he falls, as I do. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VIII. -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + Some are born great, some achieve greatness, + </p> + <p> + and some have greatness thrust upon them. + </p> + <h4> + Twelfth Night -- II. 5. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HAPPINESS. + </p> + <p> + O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness + </p> + <p> + through another man's eyes. + </p> + <h4> + As You Like It -- V. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HONESTY. + </p> + <p> + An honest man is able to speak for himself, + </p> + <p> + when a knave is not. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VI., Part 2d -- V. 1. + </h4> + <p> + To be honest, as this world goes, is to be + </p> + <p> + one man picked out of ten thousand. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + HYPOCRISY. + </p> + <p> + Devils soonest tempt, + </p> + <p> + resembling spirits of light. + </p> + <h4> + Love's Labor Lost -- IV. 3. + </h4> + <p> + One may smile, and smile, + </p> + <p> + and be a villain. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- I. 5. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + INNOCENCE. + </p> + <p> + The trust I have is in mine innocence, + </p> + <p> + And therefore am I bold and resolute. + </p> + <h4> + Troilus and Cressida -- IV. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + INSINUATIONS. + </p> + <p> + The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, + </p> + <p> + That calumny doth use;-- + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + For calumny will sear + </p> + <p> + Virtue itself:--these shrugs, these bums, and ha's, + </p> + <p> + When you have said, she's goodly, come between, + </p> + <p> + Ere you can say she's honest. + </p> + <h4> + Winter's Tale -- II. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + JEALOUSY. + </p> + <p> + Trifles, light as air, + </p> + <p> + Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong + </p> + <p> + As proofs of holy writ. + </p> + <h4> + Othello -- III. 3. + </h4> + <p> + O beware of jealousy: + </p> + <p> + It is the green-eyed monster, which does mock + </p> + <p> + The meat it feeds on. + </p> + <h4> + Idem. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + JESTS. + </p> + <p> + A jest's prosperity lies in the ear + </p> + <p> + of him that hears it. + </p> + <h4> + Love's Labor Lost -- V. 2. + </h4> + <p> + He jests at scars, + </p> + <p> + that never felt a wound. + </p> + <h4> + Romeo and Juliet -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + JUDGMENT. + </p> + <p> + Heaven is above all; there sits a Judge, + </p> + <p> + That no king can corrupt. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VIII, -- III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LIFE. + </p> + <p> + Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, + </p> + <p> + That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, + </p> + <p> + And then is heard no more: it is a tale + </p> + <p> + Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, + </p> + <p> + Signifying nothing. + </p> + <h4> + Macbeth -- V. 5. + </h4> + <p> + We are such stuff + </p> + <p> + As dreams are made of, and our little life + </p> + <p> + Is rounded with a sleep. + </p> + <h4> + The Tempest -- IV. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + LOVE. + </p> + <p> + A murd'rous, guilt shows not itself more soon, + </p> + <p> + Than love that would seem bid: love's night is noon. + </p> + <h4> + Twelfth Night -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + Sweet love, changing his property, + </p> + <p> + Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate. + </p> + <h4> + King Richard II. -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + When love begins to sicken and decay, + </p> + <p> + It useth an enforced ceremony. + </p> + <h4> + Julius Caesar -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + The course of true-love + </p> + <p> + never did run smooth. + </p> + <h4> + Midsummer Night's Dream -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + Love looks not with the eyes, + </p> + <p> + but with the mind. + </p> + <h4> + Idem. + </h4> + <p> + She never told her love,-- + </p> + <p> + But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, + </p> + <p> + Feed on her damask check: she pined in thought + </p> + <p> + And, with a green and yellow melancholy, + </p> + <p> + She sat like Patience on a monument, + </p> + <p> + Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? + </p> + <h4> + Twelfth Night -- II. 4. + </h4> + <p> + But love is blind, and lovers cannot see + </p> + <p> + The pretty follies that themselves commit. + </p> + <h4> + The Merchant of Venice -- II. 6. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MAN. + </p> + <p> + What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! + </p> + <p> + How infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, + </p> + <p> + how express and admirable! in action, how like + </p> + <p> + an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the + </p> + <p> + beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MERCY. + </p> + <p> + The quality of mercy is not strained: + </p> + <p> + it droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven, + </p> + <p> + Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; + </p> + <p> + It blesses him that gives, and him that takes: + </p> + <p> + 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes + </p> + <p> + The throned monarch better than his crown: + </p> + <p> + His scepter shows the force of temporal power, + </p> + <p> + The attribute to awe and majesty, + </p> + <p> + Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; + </p> + <p> + But mercy is above this sceptered sway; + </p> + <p> + It is enthroned in the hearts of kings; + </p> + <p> + It is an attribute to God himself; + </p> + <p> + And earthly power doth then show likest God's, + </p> + <p> + When mercy seasons justice. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + Consider this,-- + </p> + <p> + That, in the course of justice, none of us + </p> + <p> + Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; + </p> + <p> + And that same prayer doth teach us all to render + </p> + <p> + The deeds of mercy. + </p> + <h4> + Merchant of Venice -- IV. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MERIT. + </p> + <p> + Who shall go about + </p> + <p> + To cozen fortune, and be honorable + </p> + <p> + Without the stamp of merit! Let none presume + </p> + <p> + To wear an undeserved dignity. + </p> + <h4> + Merchant of Venice -- II. 9. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MODESTY. + </p> + <p> + It is the witness still of excellency, + </p> + <p> + To put a strange face on his own perfection. + </p> + <h4> + Much Ado About Nothing -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MORAL CONQUEST. + </p> + <p> + Brave conquerors! for so you are, + </p> + <p> + That war against your own affections, + </p> + <p> + And the huge army of the world's desires. + </p> + <h4> + Love's Labor's Lost -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MURDER. + </p> + <p> + The great King of kings + </p> + <p> + Hath in the table of his law commanded, + </p> + <p> + That thou shalt do no murder. + </p> + <p> + Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his band, + </p> + <p> + To hurl upon their heads thatbreak his law. + </p> + <h4> + King Richard III. -- I. 4. + </h4> + <p> + Blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, + </p> + <p> + Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth. + </p> + <h4> + King Richard II. -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + MUSIC. + </p> + <p> + The man that hath no music in himself, + </p> + <p> + Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, + </p> + <p> + Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; + </p> + <p> + The motions of his spirit are dull as night, + </p> + <p> + And his affections dark as Erebus: + </p> + <p> + Let no such man be trusted. + </p> + <h4> + Merchant of Venice -- V. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + NAMES. + </p> + <p> + What's in a name? that, which we call a rose, + </p> + <p> + By any other name would smell as sweet. + </p> + <h4> + Romeo and Juliet -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + Good name, in man, and woman, + </p> + <p> + Is the immediate jewel of their souls: + </p> + <p> + Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing. + </p> + <p> + 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: + </p> + <p> + But he, that filches from me my good name, + </p> + <p> + Robs me of that, which not enriches him, + </p> + <p> + And makes me poor indeed. + </p> + <h4> + Othello -- III. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + NATURE. + </p> + <p> + One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. + </p> + <h4> + Troilus and Cressida -- III. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + NEWS, GOOD AND BAD. + </p> + <p> + Though it be honest, it is never good + </p> + <p> + To bring bad news. Give to a gracious message + </p> + <p> + An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell + </p> + <p> + Themselves, when they be felt. + </p> + <h4> + Antony and Cleopatra -- II. 5. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + OFFICE. + </p> + <p> + 'Tis the curse of service; + </p> + <p> + Preferment goes by letter, and affection, + </p> + <p> + Not by the old gradation, where each second + </p> + <p> + Stood heir to the first. + </p> + <h4> + Othello -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + OPPORTUNITY. + </p> + <p> + Who seeks, and will not take when offered, + </p> + <p> + Shall never find it more. + </p> + <h4> + Antony and Cleopatra -- II. 7. + </h4> + <p> + There is a tide in the affairs of men, + </p> + <p> + Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; + </p> + <p> + Omitted, all the voyage of their life + </p> + <p> + Is bound in shallows, and in miseries: + </p> + <p> + And we must take the current when it serves, + </p> + <p> + Or lose our ventures. + </p> + <h4> + Julius Caesar -- IV. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + OPPRESSION. + </p> + <p> + Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: + </p> + <p> + His faults lie open to the laws; let them, + </p> + <p> + Not you, correct them. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VIII. -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PAST AND FUTURE. + </p> + <p> + O thoughts of men accurst! + </p> + <p> + Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry IV., Part 2d -- I. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PATIENCE. + </p> + <p> + How poor are they, that have not patience!-- + </p> + <p> + What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? + </p> + <h4> + Othello -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PEACE. + </p> + <p> + A peace is of the nature of a conquest; + </p> + <p> + For then both parties nobly are subdued, + </p> + <p> + And neither party loser. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry IV., Part 2d -- IV. 2. + </h4> + <p> + I will use the olive with my sword: + </p> + <p> + Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; make each + </p> + <p> + Prescribe to other, as each other's leech. + </p> + <h4> + Timon of Athens -- V. 5. + </h4> + <p> + I know myself now; and I feel within me + </p> + <p> + A peace above all earthly dignities, + </p> + <p> + A still and quiet conscience. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VIII. -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PENITENCE. + </p> + <p> + Who by repentance is not satisfied, + </p> + <p> + Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleased; + </p> + <p> + By penitence the Eternal's wrath appeased. + </p> + <h4> + Two Gentlemen of Verona -- V. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PLAYERS. + </p> + <p> + All the world's a stage, + </p> + <p> + And all the men and women merely players: + </p> + <p> + They have their exits and their entrances; + </p> + <p> + And one man in his time plays many parts. + </p> + <h4> + As You Like It -- II. 7. + </h4> + <p> + There be players, that I have seen play,-- + </p> + <p> + and heard others praise, and that highly,-- + </p> + <p> + not to speak it profanely, that, + </p> + <p> + neither having the accent of Christians, + </p> + <p> + nor the gait of Christian, Pagan, nor man, + </p> + <p> + have so strutted, and bellowed, + </p> + <p> + that I have thought some of nature's journeymen + </p> + <p> + had made men and not made them well, + </p> + <p> + they imitated humanity so abominably. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + POMP. + </p> + <p> + Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? + </p> + <p> + And, live we how we can, yet die we must. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry V. Part 3d -- V. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PRECEPT AND PRACTICE. + </p> + <p> + If to do were as easy as to know what were good + </p> + <p> + to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's + </p> + <p> + cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that + </p> + <p> + follows his own instructions: I can easier teach + </p> + <p> + twenty what were good to be done, than be one of + </p> + <p> + twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may + </p> + <p> + devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps + </p> + <p> + o'er a cold decree: such a bare is madness, the + </p> + <p> + youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel, + </p> + <p> + the cripple. + </p> + <h4> + The Merchant of Venice -- I. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PRINCES AND TITLES. + </p> + <p> + Princes have but their titles for their glories, + </p> + <p> + An outward honor for an inward toil; + </p> + <p> + And, for unfelt imaginations, + </p> + <p> + They often feel a world of restless cares: + </p> + <p> + So that, between their titles, and low name, + </p> + <p> + There's nothing differs but the outward fame. + </p> + <h4> + King Richard III. -- I. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + QUARRELS. + </p> + <p> + In a false quarrel these is no true valor. + </p> + <h4> + Much Ado About Nothing -- V. 1. + </h4> + <p> + Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just; + </p> + <p> + And he but naked, though locked up in steel, + </p> + <p> + Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VI., Part 2d -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + RAGE. + </p> + <p> + Men in rage strike those that wish them best. + </p> + <h4> + Othello -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + REPENTANCE. + </p> + <p> + Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, + </p> + <p> + Which after-hours give leisure to repent. + </p> + <h4> + King Richard III. -- IV. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + REPUTATION. + </p> + <p> + The purest treasure mortal times afford, + </p> + <p> + Is--spotless reputation; that away, + </p> + <p> + Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. + </p> + <p> + A jewel in a ten-times-barred-up chest + </p> + <p> + I-- a bold spirit in a loyal breast. + </p> + <h4> + King Richard II. -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + RETRIBUTION. + </p> + <p> + The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices + </p> + <p> + Make instruments to scourge us. + </p> + <h4> + King Lear -- V. S. + </h4> + <p> + If these men have defeated the law, + </p> + <p> + and outrun native punishment, + </p> + <p> + though they can outstrip men, + </p> + <p> + they have no wings to fly from God. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry V. -- IV. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SCARS. + </p> + <p> + A sear nobly got, or a noble scar, + </p> + <p> + is a good livery of honor. + </p> + <h4> + All's Well that Ends Well -- IV. 6. + </h4> + <p> + To such as boasting show their scars, + </p> + <p> + A mock is due. + </p> + <h4> + Troilus and Cressida -- IV. 5. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SELF-CONQUEST. + </p> + <p> + Better conquest never can'st thou make, + </p> + <p> + Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts + </p> + <p> + Against those giddy loose suggestions. + </p> + <h4> + King John -- III. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SELF-EXERTION. + </p> + <p> + Men at some time are masters of their fates; + </p> + <p> + The fault is not in our stars, + </p> + <p> + But in ourselves. + </p> + <h4> + Julius Caesar -- I. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SELF-RELIANCE. + </p> + <p> + Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, + </p> + <p> + Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky + </p> + <p> + Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull + </p> + <p> + Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. + </p> + <h4> + All's Well that Ends Well -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SILENCE. + </p> + <p> + Out of this silence, yet I picked a welcome; + </p> + <p> + And in the modesty of fearful duty + </p> + <p> + I read as much, as from the rattling tongue + </p> + <p> + Of saucy and audacious eloquence. + </p> + <h4> + Midsummer Night's Dream -- V. 1. + </h4> + <p> + The silence often of pure innocence + </p> + <p> + Persuades, when speaking fails. + </p> + <h4> + Winter's Tale -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: + </p> + <p> + I were but little happy, if I could say how much. + </p> + <h4> + Much Ado About Nothing -- II. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SLANDER. + </p> + <p> + Slander, + </p> + <p> + Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue + </p> + <p> + Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath + </p> + <p> + Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie + </p> + <p> + All corners of the world; kings, queens, and states, + </p> + <p> + Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave, + </p> + <p> + This viperous slander enters. + </p> + <h4> + Cymbeline -- III. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SLEEP. + </p> + <p> + The innocent sleep; + </p> + <p> + Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care, + </p> + <p> + The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, + </p> + <p> + Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, + </p> + <p> + Chief nourisher in life's feast. + </p> + <h4> + Macbeth -- II. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + SUICIDE. + </p> + <p> + Against self-slaughter + </p> + <p> + There is a prohibition so divine, + </p> + <p> + That cravens my weak hand. + </p> + <h4> + Cymbeline -- III. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + TEMPERANCE. + </p> + <p> + Though I look old, yet am I strong and lusty: + </p> + <p> + For in my youth I never did apply + </p> + <p> + Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; + </p> + <p> + Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo + </p> + <p> + The means of weakness and debility: + </p> + <p> + Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, + </p> + <p> + Frosty, but kindly. + </p> + <h4> + As You Like It -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + THEORY AND PRACTICE. + </p> + <p> + There was never yet philosopher, + </p> + <p> + That could endure the tooth-ache patiently; + </p> + <p> + However, they have writ the style of the gods, + </p> + <p> + And made a pish at chance and sufferance. + </p> + <h4> + Much Ado About Nothing -- V. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + TREACHERY. + </p> + <p> + Though those, that are betrayed, + </p> + <p> + Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor + </p> + <p> + Stands in worse case of woe. + </p> + <h4> + Cymbeline -- III. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + VALOR. + </p> + <p> + The better part of valor is--discretion. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry IV., Part 1st -- V. 4. + </h4> + <p> + When Valor preys on reason, + </p> + <p> + It eats the sword it fights with. + </p> + <h4> + Antony and Cleopatra -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + What valor were it, when a cur doth grin + </p> + <p> + For one to thrust his band between his teeth, + </p> + <p> + When he might spurn him with his foot away? + </p> + <h4> + King Henry VI., Part 1st -- I. 4. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WAR. + </p> + <p> + Take care + </p> + <p> + How you awake the sleeping sword of war: + </p> + <p> + We charge you in the name of God, take heed. + </p> + <h4> + King Henry IV., Part 1st -- I. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WELCOME. + </p> + <p> + Welcome ever smiles, + </p> + <p> + And farewell goes out sighing. + </p> + <p> + Troilus and Cressida -- III. 3. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WINE. + </p> + <p> + Good wine is a good familiar creature, + </p> + <p> + if it be well used. + </p> + <h4> + Othello -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + O thou invisible spirit of wine, + </p> + <p> + if thou hast no name to be known by, + </p> + <p> + let us call thee --devil!. . . O, that + </p> + <p> + men should put an enemy in their mouths, + </p> + <p> + to steal away their brains! + </p> + <p> + that we should with joy, revel, + </p> + <p> + pleasure, and applause, + </p> + <p> + transform ourselves into beasts! + </p> + <h4> + Othello -- II. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WOMAN. + </p> + <p> + A woman impudent and mannish grown + </p> + <p> + Is not more loathed than an effeminate man. + </p> + <h4> + Troilus and Cressida -- III. 3. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WORDS. + </p> + <p> + Words without thoughts + </p> + <p> + never to heaven go. + </p> + <h4> + Hamlet -- III. 3. + </h4> + <p> + Few words shall fit the trespass best, + </p> + <p> + Where no excuse can give the fault amending. + </p> + <h4> + Troilus and Cressida -- III. 2. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WORLDLY CARE. + </p> + <p> + You have too much respect upon the world: + </p> + <p> + They lose it, that do buy it with much care. + </p> + <h4> + Merchant of Venice -- I. 1. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + WORLDLY HONORS. + </p> + <p> + Not a man, for being simply man, + </p> + <p> + Hath any honor; but honor for those honors + </p> + <p> + That are without him, as place, riches, favor, + </p> + <p> + Prizes of accident as oftas merit; + </p> + <p> + Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, + </p> + <p> + The love that leaned on them, as slippery too, + </p> + <p> + Do one pluck down another, and together + </p> + <p> + Die in the fall. 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