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
_Enter_ COUNTESS _and_ STEWARD.
_Count._ Alas! and would you take the letter of her?
Might you not know she would do as she has done,
By sending me a letter? Read it again.
_Stew._ [_Reads_] I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone:
Ambitious love hath so in me offended, 5
That bare-foot plod I the cold ground upon,
With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
My dearest master, your dear son, may hie:
Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far 10
His name with zealous fervour sanctify:
His taken labours bid him me forgive;
I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
From courtly friends with camping foes to live,
Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth: 15
He is too good and fair for death and me;
Whom I myself embrace to set him free.
_Count._ Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!
Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much,
As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her, 20
I could have well diverted her intents,
Which thus she hath prevented.
_Stew._ Pardon me, madam:
If I had given you this at over-night,
She might have been o'erta'en; and yet she writes,
Pursuit would be but vain.
_Count._ What angel shall 25
Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive,
Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear
And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,
To this unworthy husband of his wife; 30
Let every word weigh heavy of her worth
That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief,
Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.
Dispatch the most convenient messenger:
When haply he shall hear that she is gone, 35
He will return; and hope I may that she,
Hearing so much, will speed her foot again.
Led hither by pure love: which of them both
Is dearest to me, I have no skill in sense
To make distinction: provide this messenger: 40
My heart is heavy and mine age is weak;
Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak. [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
SCENE IV..] SCENE VI. Pope.
[4] Stew. [Reads] Collier. Letter Ff. Ste. Capell.
_Saint_] S. F1 F2 F3. _St._ F4.
[7] _have_] _hane_ F1.
[10] _Bless_] _'Bless_ Capell conj. MS.
_peace, whilst_] F3 F4. _peace. Whilst_ F1 F2.
[12] _His taken_] _Herculean_ Rann conj.
[15] _dogs_] _dog_ Rowe.
[18] Count.] Cou. Capell. om. Ff.
[19] _Rinaldo_] _Rynaldo_ F1 F3 F4. _Rynardo_ F2.
_did never lack_] _ne'er lack'd_ Hanmer.
[22] _me_] om. Pope.
[26] _cannot_] _can't_ S. Walker conj.
[27] _whom_] _which_ Hanmer.
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