The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 2 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 2 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_King._ Well, sit you out: go home, Biron: adieu. 110
_Biron._ No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay with you:
And though I have for barbarism spoke more
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Yet confident I’ll keep what I have swore,
And bide the penance of each three years’ day. 115
Give me the paper; let me read the same;
And to the strict’st decrees I’ll write my name.
_King._ How well this yielding rescues thee from shame!
_Biron_ [_reads_]. ‘Item, That no woman shall come within a
mile of my court,’—Hath this been proclaimed? 120
_Long._ Four days ago.
_Biron._ Let’s see the penalty. [_Reads_] ‘on pain of
losing her tongue.’ Who devised this penalty?
_Long._ Marry, that did I.
_Biron._ Sweet lord, and why? 125
_Long._ To fright them hence with that dread penalty.
_Biron._ A dangerous law against gentility!
[_Reads_] ‘Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within
the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest
of the court can possibly devise.’ 130
This article, my liege, yourself must break;
For well you know here comes in embassy
The French king’s daughter with yourself to speak,—
A maid of grace and complete majesty,—
About surrender up of Aquitaine 135
To her decrepit, sick, and bedrid father:
Therefore this article is made in vain,
Or vainly comes the admired princess hither.
_King._ What say you, lords? why, this was quite forgot.
_Biron._ So study evermore is overshot: 140
While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget to do the thing it should;
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
’Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost.
_King._ We must of force dispense with this decree; 145
She must lie here on mere necessity.
_Biron._ Necessity will make us all forsworn
Three thousand times within this three years’ space;
For every man with his affects is born,
Not by might master’d, but by special grace: 150
If I break faith, this word shall speak for me,
I am forsworn on ‘mere necessity.’
So to the laws at large I write my name: [_Subscribes_
And he that breaks them in the least degree
Stands in attainder of eternal shame: 155
Suggestions are to other as to me;
But I believe, although I seem so loth,
I am the last that will last keep his oath.
But is there no quick recreation granted?
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