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We'll borrow place of him :-Sir, by your leave : Although by confiscation they are our's,
(TO ANGELO. We do instate and widow you witbal, Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, To buy you a better husband. That yet can do thee office ?* If thou hast,
Mari. O my dear lord, Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
I crave no other, por no better man. And bold no longer out.
Duke. Never crave him ; we are definitive. Ang. O my dread lord,
Mari. Gentle, my liege,
[Kneeling. I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
Duke. You do but lose your la bour; To think I can be undiscernible,
Away with him to death.-Now, Sir, to you. When I perceive, your grace, like power divine,
(To Lucio. Hath look'd upon iny passes : † Then, good Mari. O my good lord !-Sweet Isabel, take prince,
my part: No longer session hold upon my sbame,
Lend me your knees, and all my life to come But let iny trial be mine own confession ; I'll lend you, all my life to do you service. Immediate sentence then, and sequeut death, Duke. Against all sense * you do importune Is all the grace I beg.
her : Duke. Come hither, Mariana :
Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact, Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, Ang. I was, my lord.
And take her hence in borror. Duke. Go take ber bence, and marry her in.
Alari. Isabel, stantly.
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me ; Do you the office, friar ; which consummate, Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. Return him here again :-Go with him, Prorost. They say, best men are moulded ont of lawis:
(Exeunt ANGELO, MARIANA, Peter, And, for the most, becoine much more the better and PROVOST.
For being a little bad : so may my busband. Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dis- Isabell will you not lend a knee! Than at the strangeness of it.
[bonour. Duke. He dies for Claudio's dcath. Duke. Come bither, Isabel :
Isab. Most bounteous Sir,
[Kneeling Your friar is now your prince: As I was then Look, if it please you, on this man coudemu'd, Advertising, 9 and holy to your business, As if my brother liv'd: 1 partly think, Not changing heart with babit, I am still A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Attorney'd at your service.
Till he did look on me ; since it is so, Isab. Oh ! give me pardon,
Let bim not die : My brother hail but justice, That I, your vassal, bave employ'd and pain'd In that he did the thing for which he died : Your unknown sovereignty.
For Angelo, Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel :
His act did not o'ertake his bad intent; And now, dear mand, be you as free to us. And must be buried but as an intent Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart; That perish'd by the way : thoughts are no sub. And you may marvel, why I obscur'd mysell, lutents but merely thoughts.
Ljeris; Labouring to save his life ; and would not Mari. Merely, my lord. rather
Duke. Your suit's unprofitable ; stand up, I Make rasb remonstrance of my bidden power,
say.-Than let him so be lost: 0 inost kind maid, I have bethought me of another fault: It was the swift celerity of his death,
Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded Which I did think with slower foot came on, At an unusual hour ? That brain'd my purpose : But, peace be with Prov. It was commanded so. him !
Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed! That life is better life, past fearing death,
Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private Than that whicb lives to fear : make it your com
message. So bappy is your brother.
Duke. For which I do discharge you of your Give up your keys.
Cutlice : Re-enter ANGELO, MARIANA, PETER, and
Prov. Pardon me, nobles lord :
I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;
Yet did repent me, after more advice : + Duke. For this new-married man, approaching for testimony whereof, one in the prison here,
That should by private order else have died, Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd
I have reserv'd alive, Your well-defended honour, you must pardon Duke. What's he? For Mariana's sake : but as he adjudg'd your
Prov. His name is Barnardine. (Being criminal, in double violation [brother,
Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio. of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach, Go, fetch him hither; let me look upon bim. Thereon dependent, for your brother's lite.)
[Erit Provost. The very mercy of the law cries out
Escal. I am sorry, one so learned, and so wise Most audible, even from his proper || tongue, As you, lord Angelo, bave still appear'd, An Angelo for Cluudio, death for death. Should slip 80 grosely, both in the heat of blood, Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure ; And lack of temper'd judgment afterward. Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Mea- Ang. I am sorry that such sorrow I procure : sure.
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart, Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested ; That I crave death more willingly tban mercy; Wbích though thou would'st deny, denies thee 'Tis my deserving, and I do intreat it.
vantage : We do condemn thee to the very block
Re-enter Provost, BARNARDINE, CLAUDIO,
and JULIET. Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like Away with him.
Duke. Which is that Barnardine! Mari. O my most gracious lord,
Proi'. This, my lord. I hope you will not mock me with a husband ! Duke. There was a friar told me of this Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn sond Consenting to the safegnard of your honour, That apprehends no further than this world, I thought your marriage fit; else imputationi, And squar'st thy life accordingThou'rt con. For that he knew you, night reproacb your life,
demu'd ; And chuhe your good to come : for bis possessions, But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all ;
Aud pray thee, take this nicrey tu provide • Service.
1 Devices. : Following Atteatise. | Angelo's own tongue. • Reason and affection. + Consideratie.
For better times to come :
-Friar, advise bim ; | And he shall marry her: the nuptial Gaisbe, I leave him to your hand.-What mutiled fellow's Let him be whipp'd and bang'd. that?
Lucio. I beseech your bigtness, do not UTY Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav't, me to a whore ; Your highness said eves sow, I That should have died when Claudio lost bis head; made you a duke : good my lord, do Do recon As like almost to Claudio, as himself.
pense me, in making me a caciold, (Unmufles CLAUDIO. Duke. Upon mine bonour, thou shalt a Duke. If he be like your brother, for his sake
(To ISABELLA. Thy slanders I forgive ; and therewithal Is he pardon'd: And, for your lovely sake, Remit thy other forreits ::-Take bia ko pasea: Give me your
hand, and say you will be mine, And see our pleasure berein esecuted. He is my brother too : But fitter time for that. Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is prepare By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe ; to death, wbipping, and banging. Methinks, I see a quick’ning in his eye :
Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it.Well, Angelo, your evil quits • you well : She, Claudio, that you wrong d, loot you a Look that you love your wife ; her worth, worth
store.I ond an apt remission in myself : (your's. Joy to you, Mariana I-love ber, Angelo : And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ;- I have confess'd ber, and I know ber vitseYou, sirrab, (To Locio.) that krew me for a Thanks, good friend Escalas, for tby mace o
fool, a coward, One all of luxury, + an ass, a madman ; There's more bebind, that is more gratulate. Wberein have I so deserved of you,
Thanks, Provost, for thy care and secrecy. That you extol me tbus?
We sball employ thee in a worthier place :Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but accord Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you bone ing to the trick: If you will hang me for it, The head of Ragozite for Claudio's : you may, but I had rather it would please you, í The offence pardons itself.-Dear Isabel might be whipp'd.
I bave a motion much imports your pood: Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after. Whereto if you'll a willing ear incime, Proclaim it, Provost, round about the city ; What's mine is your's, and what is foer's If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow,
mine :(As I bave heard him swear bimself, there's one So, bring us to our palace ; where we'll see whom he begot with child,) let ber appear, What's yet behind, that's meet you all sbatid
know. • Reqnites.
+ Incontinence. Tooogbeless practice.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. TO the story-book, or Pleasant History (as it is called) of Dorastus and Parenia, written by Robert Greene, M.A
we are indebted for Shakspeare's Winter's Tale. The parts of Antigonus, Paulina, and Autolyeus, are of the poet's own invention ; and many circumstances of the novel are omitted in the drama. Mr. Walpole ranks it among the bistoric plays of Shakspeare, and says it was certainly presented, (in compliment to Queen Elizabeth) as an indirect apology for her mother, Anne Boleyn ; the unreasonable jealousy and violent conduct of Leontes, forming a true portrait of Henry VIII. who generally made the law the engine of his passions. Several passages, it must be confessed, strongly farour this plausible conjecture, and seem to apply to the real history much closer than to the fable. But Malone and Sir William Blackstone refer to otber passages, which would strengthen a contrary opinion; to one, in particular, which could scarcely be in. tended for the ear of her, who had put the Queen of Scots to death. It was, however, probably written immediately upon Elizabeth's death i nor could it fail of being very agreeable to James her seceessor. An inattention to dramatic rules, so common with Shakspeare, is serbaps more glaringly apparent in this than in any other of his productions ; aud Pope and Dryden have made it the subject of some ill-advised censare. But bad Shakspeare been acquainted with these rules, (which he certainly was not,) the exquisite talent displayed in his writings, is a sufficient apology for the freedom with which he has set them aside. His inexhaustible genius was not to be restrained, nor the restless disposition of an English audience to be gratified, by a close and reverent adberence to the classical uuities of the stage. Hence such a breach in tim. and probability, as producing, at a rustic festival, a lovely woman, fit to be married, who but a few minutes before, bad been deposited on the sea-shore, an infant in swaddling clothes. Hence the celerity with which seas are crossed, countries traversed, battles fought, and marriages accomplished. The Winter's Tale, bow. ever, with all its contradictions---with a mean fable, extravagantly conducted---is scarcely inferior to any of Shakspeare's plays. It contains much excellent sentiment, several strongly-marked characters, and a tissue of events fully justifying the title ;---for a jumble of iru probable iucidents, some merry and some sad, is the legitimate feature of a Christmas story. Still it must be observed, that though the origin and progress of jealousy are always unaccountable, the sudden transition of Leontes from a state of perfect friendship and affection to that of batred and vindictive rage, is not accompanied by any apparent circumstances to render it probable or natural. Paulina's character in novel, and very pleasingly imagined ; and Hermione's defence 11 not less beautiful and pathetic than its prototype in Henry VIII. Autolycus, the king of beggars and of pedlars, is one of the most arch and amusing scoundrels ever designed by our poet. His songs are all exceedingly spirited.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. LEONTES, King of Sicilia.
Servant to the old Shepherd, MAXILLIUS, his Son.
AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue. CAMILLO,
Time, as Chorus. ANTIGONUS,
HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.
PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione. Rogero, a Sicilian Gentleman.
PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus. An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillius.
EYL Ladies, } Attending the Queen. Oficers of a court of Judicature.
MOPSA, POLIXENES, King of Bohemia.
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants ; Satyrs for Jailer.
a dance, An old Shepherd, reputed jather of Perdita. Cloun, his Son.
Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c. SCENE--sometimes in Sicilia ; sometimes in Bohemia.
have said, great difference betwixt our Bobemia,
and your Sicilia. SCENE 1.- Sicilia.- An Antechamber in Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king LEONTES' Palace.
of Sicilia ineans to pay Bonemia tbe visitation
which be justly owes him. Enter CAMILLO and ARCUIDAMUS.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame Arch. If you sball chance, Camillo, to risit us, we will be justified in our loves : for, in. Bohemia, on the like occasion where my deed, services are now on foot, you shall see as 1 Cam. 'Beseech you, -
you, Sir, here , the band and seal of the duke. You know the character, I doubt not; and the in sig net is not strange to you. Prov. I know them both.
Duke. The contents of this is the return or the duke ; you shall anon over-read it at your P pleasure , wbere you shall And, within these [w days he will be bere. This is a thing. I th that Angelo knows not: for he tbts very day receives betters of strange tenor ; perchance, of the duke's death : perchance, entering into sotne L bonastery : bul, by chance, nothing of wbat is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the abepberd; Put not yourself into amazement, how these things should be: all difficulties are but easy when they are known.
Call your cxecutioner, and off with Barnardine's bead : 40 I will give him a present shrift, and advise bim for a better place. Yet you are amazed ; but this shall absolutely resolve you. Cvale away ; it is alunost clear dawa.
(Ezeunt. Ai SCENE III.-Another Room in the same.
Enter Clown. clo. I am as well acquainted here, as I was in our house of profession: one would think, it Ao were mistress Over-done's own house, for bere Me be many of her old customers. First, here's young master Rash; he's in for a commodity of The brown paper and old ginger, ninescore and on seventeen pounds; of whicha be made tive marks A E ready mubey : marry, theu, ginger was not much Jus iu request, for the old women were all dead. Tbi Then is ibere here one master Caper, at the Au suit of master Three-pile the mercer, for soine Oi four suits of peach-colour'd satin, which wow peaches him a beggar. Tben bave we bere young Dizy, and young master Deep-vow, De and master Copper-spur, and master Starve- Pre lackey the rapier aud dagger-inau, and young and Drop beir that kill'd lusty Pudding, and master Per Forthright the tilter, and brave master Shoe-lie F the great traveller, and wild Half can that stabb'd Pots, and, I think, forty more; all Bot great doers in our trade, and are now for the And Lord's sake.
Το Enter ABHORSON.
1 Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. Boul
Clo. Master Barnardine! you must rise and The be bang'd, master Barvardine!
The Abhor. What, bo, Barnardine!
You Barnar. (Within.) A pox o' your threats ! P Р Who makes that noise there ? What are you?
D Clo. Your friends, Sir; the hangman : You And must be so good, Sir, to rise and be put to Now death.
The Barnar. (Within.] Away, you rogve, away ; I am sleepy.
Sbal Abhor. Tell him, be must awake, and that Aud quickly too.
То е Clo. Pray, master Barnardine, awake till you To u are executed, and sleep afterwards.
A le: Abhor. Go in to bim, and fetch him out. By c
Clo. He is coming, sir, be is comiug; I hear we his straw rustle. Enter BARNARDINE.
P, Abhor. Is the axe upon the block, sirrali? D Clo. Very ready, Sir.
For 1 Barnar. How now, Abhorson ? wbat's the Tbal news with you?
Pr Abhor. Truly, Sir, I would desire you to clap Isc into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's Du come.
Barnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all If yet piebt, I am not fitted for't.
But I Clo. Oh! the better, Sir; for be that drinks Tom all nigbt, and is hang'd betimes in the morning, when may sleep the sounder all the next day. Enter DURE.
Isa Abhor. Look yon, Sir, here comes your ghostly father : Do we jest now, tbiok you?
The offences we have made you do, we'll an: | Most dear'st! my collop !--Can thy dam swer ;
may't be ? If you first siop'd with us, and that with us Affection I thy intention stabs the centre : You did continue fault, aud tbat you slipp'd not Thou dost make possible, tbings not so held With any but with us.
Communicat'st with dreains ;-(How can this Leon. Is he won yet?
be !) Her. He'll stay, my lord.
With what's unreal thou coactive art, Loon. At my request, he would not.
And fellow'st nothing : Then, 'tis very credent, Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou To better purpose.
dost; Her. Nevert
(And that beyond commission; and I and it) Leon. Never, but ouce,
And that to the infection of my brains, ller. What have I twice said well? when And hardening of my brows. was't before
Pol. What means Sicilia I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and Her. He something seems unsettled. inake us
Pol. How, my lord ? As fat as tame things : Ove good deed, dying What cheer how is't with you, best brother ! tongueless,
Her. You look, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. As if you beld a brow of much distraction : Our praises are our wages : You may ride us, Are you mov'd, my lord ? With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere Leon. No, in good earnest. With spur we beat an acre. But to the jail :- How sometimes nature will betray its folly My last good was, to entreat his stay;
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime What was my first I it has an elder sister, To barder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Or I inietake you : Oh! would her name were of my boy's face, metbought, I did recoil Grace 1
Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, But once before I spoke to the purpose : When? In my green velvet coat ; my dagger muzzled, Nay, let me have't ; I long.
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, Leon. Why, that was when
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, death,
This quasb, this gentleman :- Mine honest Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
friend, And clap thyself my love ; then didst thou utter, Will you take eggs for money?! I am your's for ever.
Mam. No, my lord, l'll fight. Her. It is Grace, indeed.
(twice : Leon. You will! why, happy man be bis Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose
dole ! 9- My brother, The one for ever earn'd a royal busband; Are you so fond of your young prince, as we The other, for some while a friend.
Do seem to be of our's ? (Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Pol. If at home, Sir, Leon: Too hot, too hot :
(Aside. He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. Now my sworu friend, and then mine enemy ; I bave tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances; My parasite, iny soldier, statesman, all: But not for joy,—not joy.--This entertainment He makes a July's day short as December ; May a free face put on; derive a liberty
And with his varying childness, cures in me From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, Thoughts that would thick my blood. And well become the agent; it may, I grant : Leon. So stands this squire But to be padaling palms, and pinching fingers, offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, As now they are ; and making practis'd smiles, And leave you to your graver steps.--Hermione, As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's wel'twere
Next to thyself, and my young rover, be 's
Her. If you would seek us,
We are your's i'the garden : Shall's attend you Leon. l'recks?
there? Why that's my bawcock. What, bast smutch'd Leon. To your own bents dispose you : you'll thy nose ?
be found, They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, cap. Be you beneatb the sky :-I am angling now tain,
Thougb you perceive me not bow I give line. We must be neat ; not neat, but cleanly, captain : Go to, go to! And yet the steer, the heiter, and the calf,
[Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HerAre all callid, neat.--Still virginalling
MIONE. (Obserring POLIXENBund HERMIONE. How she bolds up the neb, s the bill to him! Upon his palm P-How now, you wanton calf ?
And arms her with the boldness of a wife Art thou my call ?
To her allowing *• husband ! Gone already : Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
Inch-thick, kuce-deep ; o'er head and cars a Leon. Thou want'st a rough paslı, and the
fork'd one.it sboots that I have, ||
[Ereunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are
Attendants. Almost as like as eggs ; wonien say so,
Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, aud I Tbat will say any thing : But were they false
Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose is-se As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and claAs dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
mour No boun twixt his and mine ; yet were it will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play ;- There trie
bave been, To say this boy were like me.-Come, Sir page, or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; Look on me with your wellin "* eye: Sweet And many a nan there is, even at this present, villain !
Now, while I speak this, holds bis wife by tte • Trembling of the heart. • The tune plaied at the death of the deer. ; Heart fellew.
1. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet. • Credible. * Teacod. : Will you be cajoled.
Thou wontest a rough bocad, and the budding horns May his share of hfe be a bar is one. that I hatt
| Heir apparent, next claimant
7 Mouth. : Boundary.
11 A horued one.