The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
I understand thy kisses and thou mine,
And that's a feeling disputation:[2697] 205
But I will never be a truant, love,
Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,[2698]
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute. 210
_Glend._ Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.[2699]
[_The lady speaks again in Welsh._
_Mort._ O, I am ignorance itself in this!
_Glend._ She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down[2700]
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you 215
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep[2701]
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team 220
Begins his golden progress in the east.[2702]
_Mort._ With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:
By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.
_Glend._ Do so;
And those musicians that shall play to you[2703] 225
Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,[2704]
And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.[2705]
_Hot._ Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down:[2706]
come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.[2706]
_Lady P._ Go, ye giddy goose. 230
[_The music plays._[2707]
_Hot._ Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;[2708]
And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.[2708]
By'r lady, he is a good musician.[2708]
_Lady P._ Then should you be nothing but musical, for[2708][2709]
you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye[2708][2710] 235
thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh.[2708]
_Hot._ I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.[2711]
_Lady P._ Wouldst thou have thy head broken?[2712]
_Hot._ No.
_Lady P._ Then be still. 240
_Hot._ Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.
_Lady P._ Now God help thee!
_Hot._ To the Welsh lady's bed.
_Lady P._ What's that?
_Hot._ Peace! she sings. 245
[_Here the lady sings a Welsh song._
_Hot._ Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.[2713]
_Lady P._ Not mine, in good sooth.
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