The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Par._ This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.
_Laf._ Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a 250
kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no
true traveller: you are more saucy with lords and honourable
personages than the commission of your birth and
virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another
word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [_Exit._ 255
_Par._ Good, very good; it is so then: good, very
good; let it be concealed awhile.
_Re-enter_ BERTRAM.
_Ber._ Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
_Par._ What's the matter, sweet-heart?
_Ber._ Although before the solemn priest I have sworn, 260
I will not bed her.
_Par._ What, what, sweet-heart?
_Ber._ O my Parolles, they have married me!
I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
_Par._ France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits 265
The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!
_Ber._ There's letters from my mother: what the import
is, I know not yet.
_Par._ Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my
boy, to the wars!
He wears his honour in a box unseen, 270
That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home.
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars's fiery steed. To other regions
France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades; 275
Therefore, to the war!
_Ber._ It shall be so: I'll send her to my house,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
That which I durst not speak: his present gift 280
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife
To the dark house and the detested wife.
_Par._ Will this capriccio hold in thee, art sure?
_Ber._ Go with me to my chamber, and advise me. 285
I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.
_Par._ Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard:
A young man married is a man that's marr'd:
Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go: 290
The king has done you wrong: but, hush, 'tis so. [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
SCENE III.] SCENE V. Pope.
[1] Laf.] Ol. Laf. Ff (and throughout the scene).
_and_] _yet_ Anon. apud Halliwell.
[2] _persons_] _person_ F3 F4. _reasons_ Long MS.
_familiar, things_] Theobald. _familiar things_ Ff. _familiar things,_
Steevens.
[6] Par.] Ber. S. Walker conj.
[7] _latter_] _later_ Hanmer.
[8] Ber.] Par. S. Walker conj.
[10, 11] Par. _So ... Paracelsus._ Laf. _Of all ..._] Par. _So I say._
Laf. _Both ... Paracelsus, of all ..._ Johnson conj. Par. _So I say._
Laf. _Both ... Paracelsus._ Par. _So I say._ Laf. _Of all ..._ Edd.
conj.
[11] Laf.] Ol. Laf. F1 F3 F4. Ol. Fal. F2.
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