Comparison of William Shakespeare Cymbeline 3.6 to William Shakespeare

This marvel to you. For God’s love let me hear!

Two nights together had these gentlemen,

For lo, within a ken our army lies:

I dare not call them fools; but this I think,

Whom son I dare not call. Thou art too base

Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:

I’ll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.

Who’s here? Speak ho! No answer? What is this? [continues next]

[continues previous] Who’s here? Speak ho! No answer? What is this?

So now bring them in, for I’ll play the cook,

And see them ready against their mother comes.

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, [continues next]

[continues previous] Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,

For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently to Sir Toby.

Within a fortnight? What’s the matter, sir?

Call her divine. I will not flatter her. [continues next]

[continues previous] No; but she is an earthly paragon. [continues next]

[continues previous] No; but she is an earthly paragon.

For youth is bought more oft than begg’d or borrow’d.

They’ll pardon it. — Say you, sir? Thy name? Fidele, sir. [continues next]

And lend my best attention. What’s thy name? [continues next]

What’s your will, sir? What’s your will? [continues next]

How now, sir, what’s your name? And what’s the matter? [continues next]

What’s your name, sir? Of what condition are you, and of what place? [continues next]

Ay, Greek, that is my name. [continues next]

What’s your affairs, I pray you? [continues next]

[continues previous] They’ll pardon it. — Say you, sir? Thy name? Fidele, sir.

[continues previous] Fidele, sir. Thou’rt my good youth — my page;

[continues previous] What’s your will, sir? What’s your will?

[continues previous] I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to one Lady Rosaline.

[continues previous] How now, sir, what’s your name? And what’s the matter?

No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir. I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I was going. I shall there have money, or any thing I want, Offer me no money, I pray you, that kills my heart.

[continues previous] What’s your name, sir? Of what condition are you, and of what place?

[continues previous] What’s your affairs, I pray you?

[continues previous] Sir, pardon, ’tis for Agamemnon’s ears.

And that in guess they measure by thy deeds, [continues next]

Then, churls, their thoughts (although their eyes were kind) [continues next]

[continues previous] And that in guess they measure by thy deeds,

Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart. [continues next]

[continues previous] Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.

Since men take women’s gifts for impudence.

Do as I bid you, or you’ll move me else.

And would so, had it been a carbuncle

It had been so with us had we been there. [continues next]

[continues previous] It had been so with us had we been there.

... twice on the banes, such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum, such as fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck fowl or a hurt wild duck. I press’d me none but such toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins’ heads, and they have bought out their services; and now my whole charge consists of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies — slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton’s dogs lick’d his sores, and such as indeed were never soldiers, but discarded unjust servingmen, ...

Whose compass is no bigger than thy head,

Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.

In shape no bigger than an agot-stone

I pray draw near.

So far as thou wilt speak it. Pray draw near.