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T was evening. The fire burned brightly in the inn parlour. We
had been that day to see Shakespeareâ€™s house, and I had told the
children all that I could about him and his work. Now they were
sitting by the table, poring over a big volume of the Master's plays,
lent them by the landlord. And I, with eyes fixed on the fire, was
wandering happily in the immortal dreamland peopled by Rosalind
and Imogen, Lear and Hamlet.
â€œâ€œT canâ€™t understand a word of it,â€ said Iris.
â€œAnd you said it was so beautiful,â€ Rosamund added, reproachfully.
â€œ What does it all mean?â€
â€œYes,â€ Iris went on, â€œ you said it was a fairy-tale, and we've read
three pages, and thereâ€™s nothing about fairies, not even a dwarf, or a
â€œ And what does â€˜ miserattedâ€™ mean ?â€
â€œ And â€˜vantage,â€™ and â€˜austerity, and â€˜belike,â€™ and â€˜edict,â€™ andâ€”â€
â€œStop, stop,â€ I cried ; â€œI will tell you the story.â€
In a moment they were nestling beside me, cooing with the pleasure
that the promise of a story always brings them.
â€œBut you must be quiet a moment, and let me think.â€
6 THE CHILDRENâ€™S SHAKESPEARE.
In truth it was not easy to arrange the story simply. Even with
the recollection of Lambâ€™s tales to help me I found it hard to tell the
â€œMidsummer Nightâ€™s Dreamâ€ in words that these little ones could
understand. But presently I began the tale, and then the words came
fast enough. When the story was ended, Iris drew a long breath.
â€œTt is a lovely story,â€ she said ; â€œbut it doesnâ€™t look at all like that
in the book.â€
â€œTt is only put differently,â€ I answered. â€œYou will understand
when you grow up that the stories are the least part of Shakespeare.â€
â€œ But itâ€™s the stories we like,â€ said Rosamund.
â€œYou see he did not write for children.â€
â€œNo, but you might,â€ cried Iris, flushed with a sudden idea.
â€œWhy donâ€™t you write the stories for'us so that we can understand
them, just as you told us that, and then, when we are grown up, we
shall understand the plays so much better. Do! do!â€
â€˜Ah, do! You will, wonâ€™t you? You must!â€
â€œOh, well, if I must, I must,â€ I said.
And so they settled it for me, and for them these tales were written.
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EONTES was the King of Sicily, and his dearest friend was Polixenes,
King of Bohemia. They had been brought up together and only
separated when they reached manâ€™s estate and each had to go and rule
over his kingdom. After many years, when each was married and had
a son, Polixenes came to stay with Leontes in Sicily.
Leontes was a violent-tempered man and rather silly, and he took
it into his stupid head that his wife, Hermione, liked Polixenes better
than she did him, her own husband. When once he had got this into
his head, nothing could put it out; and he ordered one of his lords,
Camillo, to put a poison in Polixenesâ€™ wine. Camillo tried to dissuade
him from this wicked action, but finding he was not to be moved,
pretended to consent. He then told Polixenes what was proposed
8 THE WINTER'S TALE.
against him, and they fled from the Court of Sicily that night, and
returned to Bohemia where Camillo lived on as Polixenesâ€™ friend and
Leontes threw the Queen into prison ; and her son, the heir to the
throne, died of sorrow to see his mother so unjustly and cruelly treated.
While the Queen was in prison she had a little baby, and a friend
of hers, named Paulina, had the baby dressed in its best, and took it
to show the King, thinking that the sight of his helpless little daughter
would soften his heart towards his dear Queen, who had never done
him any wrong, and who loved him a great deal more than he deserved ;
but the King would not look at the baby, and ordered Paulinaâ€™s
husband to take it away in a ship, and leave it in the most desert
and dreadful place he could find, which Paulinaâ€™s husband, very
much against his will, was obliged to do.
Then the poor Queen was brought up to
be tried for treason in preferring Polixenes to
her King ; but really she had never thought
of anyone except Leontes, her husband.
Leontes had sent some messengers to ask the
god, Apollo, whether he was not right in his
cruel thoughts of the Queen. But he had
not patience to wait till they came back, and
so it happened that
they arrived in the
middle of the trial.
The Oracle saidâ€”
blameless, Camillo a
true subject, Leontes
a jealous tyrant, and
the King shall live
without an heir, if
that which is lost be
Then a man came
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and told them that the
little prince was dead.
The poor Queen, hearing
this, fell down in a fit; and
then the King saw how
wicked and wrong he had
been. He ordered Paulina
and the ladies who were
with the Queen to take
her away, and try to re-
store her. But Paulina
came back in a few mo-
ments, and told the King
that Hermione was dead.
Now Leontesâ€™ eyes
were at last opened to his folly. His Queen was dead, and the little
daughter who might have been a comfort to him he had sent away
to be the prey of wolves and kites. Life had nothing left for him
now. He gave himself up to his grief, and passed many sad years in
prayer and remorse.
The baby Princess was left on the sea-coast of Bohemia, the very
kingdom where Polixenes reigned. Paulinaâ€™s husband never went home
to tell Leontes where he had left the baby; for, as he was going back
to the ship, he met a bear and was torn to pieces. So there was
an end of him.
But the poor, deserted little baby was found by a shepherd. She
was richly dressed, and had with her some jewels, and a paper was
pinned to her cloak, saying that her name was Perdita, and that she
came of noble parents.
The shepherd, being a kind-hearted man, took home the little
baby to his wife, and they brought it up as their own child. She had
no more teaching than a shepherdâ€™s child generally has, but she inherited
from her royal mother many graces and charms, so that she was quite
different from the other maidens in the village where she lived.
One day Prince Florizel, the son of the good King of Bohemia,
was hunting near the shepherdâ€™s house and saw Perdita, now grown up
10 THE WINTER'S TALE.
to a charming woman. He made friends with the shepherd, not telling
him that he was the Prince, but saying that his name was Doricles,
and that he was a private gentleman; and then, being deeply in
love with the pretty Perdita, he came almost daily to see her.
The King could not understand what it was that took his son
nearly every day from home; so he set people to watch him, and
then found out that the heir of the King of Bohemia was in love
with Perdita, the pretty shepherd girl. Polixenes, wishing to see
whether this was true, disguised himself, and went with the faithful
Camillo, in disguise too, to the old shepherdâ€™s house. They arrived
at the feast of sheep-shearing, and, though strangers, they were mace
very welcome. There was dancing going on, and a pedlar was selling
ribbons and laces and gloves, which the young men bought for their
Florizel and Perdita, however, were taking no part in this gay scene,
but sat quietly together, talking. The King noticed the charming
manners and great beauty of Perdita, never guessing that she was the
daughter of his old friend, Leontes. He said to Camilloâ€”
â€œThis is the prettiest low-born lass that ever ran on the green
sward. Nothing she does or seems but smacks of something greater
than herselfâ€”too noble for this place.â€
And Camillo answered, â€˜In truth she is the Queen of curds and
But when Florizel, who did not recognise his father, called upon
the strangers to witness his betrothal with the pretty shepherdess,
the King made himself known and forbade the marriage, adding,
that if she ever saw Florizel again, he would kill her and her old
father, the shepherd; and with that he left them. But Camillo
remained behind, for he was charmed with Perdita, and wished to
Camillo had long known how sorry Leontes was for that foolish mad-
ness of his, and he longed to go back to Sicily to see his old master. He
now proposed that the young people should go there and claim the
protection of Leontes. So they went, and the shepherd went with them,
taking Perditaâ€™s jewels, her baby clothes, and the paper he had found
pinned to her cloak.
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Leontes received them with great kindness. He was very polite to
Prince Florizel, but all his looks were for Perdita. He saw how much
she was like the Queen Hermione, and said again and againâ€”
â€œSuch a sweet creature my daughter might have been, if I had not
cruelly sent her from me.â€
When the old shepherd heard that the King had lost a baby daughter,
who had been left upon the coast of Bohemia, he felt sure that Perdita,
the child he had reared, must be the Kingâ€™s daughter, and when he told
his tale and showed the jewels and the paper, the Kine perceived that
Perdita was indeed his long-lost child. He welcomed her with joy, and
rewarded the good shepherd.
Polixenes had hastened after his son to prevent his marriage with
Perdita, but when he found that she was the daughter of his old friend,
he was only too glad to give his consent.
Yet Leontes could not be happy. He remembered how his fair queen,
who should have been at his side to share his joy in his daughterâ€™s happi-
ness, was dead through his unkindness, and he could say nothing for a
long time butâ€”
â€œ Oh, thy mother! thy mother! â€ and ask forgiveness of the King of
12 THE WINTER'S TALE.
Bohemia, and then kiss his daughter again, and then the Prince F lorizel,
and then thank the old Alene for all his goodness.
Then Paulina, who had been high all these years in the ane s favour
because of her kindness to the Aeal Queen Hermione, said-â€”â€”â€˜â€˜ I have a
statue made in the likeness of the dead queen, a piece many years
in doing, and performed by the rare Italian Master, Giulio Romano. I
keep it in a private house apart, and there, ever since you lost your
queen, I have gone twice or thrice a day. Will it please your
Majesty to go and see the statue ?â€
So Leontes, and Polixenes, and Florizel, and Perdita, with Camillo
and thei attendants, went to Paulinaâ€™s house, and there was a heavy
purple curtain screening off an alcove ; and Paulina, with her hand on
the curtain, saidâ€”
â€œShe was peerless when she was alive, and I do believe that her
dead likeness excels whatever yet you have looked upon, or that the hand
of man hath done. Therefore I keep it lonely, apart. But here it is,â€”
Behold, and say, â€™tis well.â€
And with that she drew back the curtain and showed them the
statue. The King gazed and gazed on the beautiful statue of his dead
wife, but said nothing.
â€œT like your silence,â€ said Paulina, â€œit the more shows off your
wonder ; but speak, is it not like her ?â€
â€œIt is almost herself,â€ said the King, â€œand yet, Paulina, Hermione
was not so much wrinkled, nothing like so old as this seems.â€
â€œQh, not by much,â€ said Polixenes.
â€œAh,â€ said Paulina, â€œthat is the cleverness of the carver, who
shows her to us as she would have been, had she lived till now.â€
And still Leontes looked at the statue and could not take his eyes
â€œTf I had known,â€ said Paulina, â€œ that this poor image would so
have stirred your grief, and love, I would not have shown it to you.â€
But he only ICEL â€˜: Do not draw the curtain.â€
â€œNo, you must not look any longer,â€ said Paulina, â€œ or you will think
â€œLet be, let be!â€ said the King. â€œWould you not think it
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â€œI will draw the curtain,â€ said Paulina, â€œ you will think it lives
presently.â€ â€œ Ah, sweet Paulina,â€ said Leontes,
so twenty years together.â€
think it was by see
â€œWhatever MG & s
make her do,
to look on,â€
And then, all
admiring and |
statue moved ,,.
pedestal, and, |
steps and put.
held her face
no statue, but
self. She had
these years, ;
could not quite
she knew what
of her little
that | Perdita
â€œmake me to think
â€œIf you can bear it,â€ said Paulina, â€œI
can make the statue move, make it come down and take you by the
I am content
said the King.
came down the
neck, and he
and kissed her
for this was
the real liv-
forgive him till
everything, and it was like a new and beautiful marriage to them, to be
together once more. Florizel and Perdita were married, and lived long
and happily. To Leontes his long years of suffering were well paid for,
in the moment, when, after long grief and pain, he felt the arms of his
true love round him once again.
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NCE upon a time there lived in Verona two great families named
Montagu and Capulet. They were both rich, and I suppose they
were as sensible, in most things, as other rich people. But in one thing
they were extremely silly. There was an old, old quarrel between the
two families, and instead of making it up like reasonable folks, they
made a sort of pet of their quarrel, and would not let it die out. So
that a Montagu wouldnâ€™t speak to a Capulet if he met one in the street
â€”nor a Capulet to a Montaguâ€”or if they did speak, it was to say rude
and unpleasant things, which often ended in a fight. And their
relations and servants were just as foolish, so that street fights and duels
and uncomfortablenesses of that kind, were always growing out of the
Now Lord Capulet, the head of that family, gave a partyâ€”a grand
supper and a danceâ€”and he was so hospitable that he said anyone might
come to itâ€”eacept (of course) the Montagues. But there was a young
Montagu named Romeo, who very much wanted to be there, because
Rosaline, the lady he loved, had been asked. â€˜This lady had never been
at all kind to him, and he had no reason to love her; but the fact was
that he wanted to love somebody, and as he hadnâ€™t seen the right lady,
he was obliged to love the wrong one. So to the Capuletsâ€™ grand party
he came, with his friends Mercutio and Benvolio.
ROMEO AND JULIET. 15
Old Capulet welcomed him and his two friends very kindlyâ€”and
young Romeo moved about among the crowd of courtly folk dressed in
their velvets and satins, the men with jewelled sword bilts and collars,
and the ladies with brilliant gems on breast and arms, and stones of price
set in their bright girdles. Romeo was in his best too, and though he
wore a black mask over his eyes and nose, every one could see by his
mouth and his hair, and the way he held his head, that he was twelve
times handsomer than any one else in the room.
16 ROMEO AND JULIET.
Presently amid the dancers he saw a lady so beautiful and so
lovable, that from that moment he never again gave one thought to
that Rosaline whom he had thought he loved. And he looked at this
other fair lady, as she moved in the dance in her white satin and pearls,
and all the world seemed vain and worthless to him compared with her.
And he was saying thisâ€” or something like itâ€”to his friend, when
Tybalt, Lady Capuletâ€™s nephew, hearing his voice, knew him to be
Romeo. Tybalt, being very angry, went at once to his uncle, and told
him how a Montagu had come uninvited to the feast; but old Capulet
was too fine a gentleman to be discourteous to any man under his own
roof, and he bade Tybalt be quiet. But this young man only waited
for a chance to quarrel with Romeo.
In the meantime Romeo made his way to the fam lady, and told
her in sweet words that he loved her, and kissed her. Just then her
mother sent for her, and then Romeo found out that the lady on whom
he had set his heartâ€™s hopes was Juhet, the daughter of Lord Capulet, his
sworn foe. So he went away, sorrowing indeed, but loving her none
Then Juliet said to her nurse :
â€œWho is that gentleman that would not dance?â€
ROMEO AND JULIET. 17
â€œHis name is Romeo, and a Montagu, the only son of your great
enemy, answered the nurse.
Then Juliet went to her room, and looked out of her window over
the beautiful green-grey garden, where the moon was shining. And
Romeo was hidden in that garden among the treesâ€”because he could
not bear to go right away without trying to see her again. So sheâ€”not
knowing him to be thereâ€”spoke her secret thought aloud, and told the
quiet garden how she loved Romeo.
And Romeo heard and was glad beyond measure; hidden below,
he looked up and saw her fair face in the moonlight, framed in the
blossoming creepers that grew round her window, and as he looked
and listened, he felt as though he had been carried away in a dream,
and set down by some magician in that beautiful and enchanted
â€œâ€˜ Ahâ€”why are you called Romeo?â€ said Juliet. â€˜â€˜ Since I love you,
what does it matter what you are called?â€
â€œCall me but love, and TIl be new baptisedâ€”henceforth I never
will be Romeo,â€ he cried, stepping into the full white moonlight from
the shade of the cypresses and oleanders that had hidden him. She was
frightened at first, but when she saw that it was Romeo himself, and no
stranger, she too was glad, and, he standing in the garden below and
she leaning from the window, they spoke lone together, each one
trying to find the sweetest words in the world, to make that pleasant
talk that lovers use. And the tale of all they said, and the sweet music
their voices made together, is all set down in a golden book, where you
children may read it for yourselves some day.
And the time passed so quickly, as it does for folk who love each
other and are together, that when the time came to part, it seemed as
though they had met but that momentâ€”and indeed they hardly knew
â€˜how to part.
â€˜â€œâ€˜T will send to you to-morrow,â€ said Juliet.
And so at last, with lingering and longing, they said good-bye.
Juliet went into her room, and a dark curtain hid her bright window.
Romeo went away through the still and dewy garden like a man ina
The next morning very early Romeo went to Friar Laurence, a priest,
18 ROMEO AND JULIET.
and, telling him all the story, begged him to marry him to Juliet without
delay. And this, after some talk, the priest consented to do.
So when Juliet sent her old nurse to Romeo that day to know what
he purposed to do, the old woman took back a message that all was
well, and all things ready for the marriage of Juliet and Romeo on the
The young lovers were afraid to ask their parentsâ€™ consent to their
marriage, as young people should do, because of this foolish old quarrel
between the Capulets and the Montacues.
And Friar Laurence was willing to help the young lovers secretly,
because he thought that when they were once married their parents
might soon be told, and that the match might put a happy end to the
So the next morning early, Romeo and Juliet were married at Friar
Laurenceâ€™s cell, and parted with tears and kisses. And Romeo promised
to come into the garden that evening, and the nurse got ready a rope-
ladder to let down from the window, so that Romeo could climb up and
talk to his dear wife quietly and alone.
But that very day a dreadful thing happened.
Tybalt, the young man who had been so vexed at Romeoâ€™s going to
the Capuletsâ€™ feast, met him and his two friends, Mercutio and Benvolio,
in the street, called Romeo a villain, and asked him to fight. Romeo had
no wish to fight with Julietâ€™s cousin, but Mercutio drew his sword, and he
and Tybalt fought. And Mercutio was killed. When Romeo saw that
his friend was dead he forgot everything, except anger at the man who
had killed him, and he and Tybalt fought, till Tybalt fell dead. So, on
the very day of his wedding, Romeo killed his dear Julietâ€™s cousin, and
was sentenced to be banished. Poor Juliet and her young husband met
that night indeed ; he climbed the rope-ladder among the flowers, and
found her window, but their meeting was a sad one, and they parted with
bitter tears and hearts heavy, because they could not know when they
should meet again.
Now Julietâ€™s father, who, of course, had no idea that she was married,
wished her to wed a gentleman named Paris, and was so angry when she
refused, that she hurried away to ask Friar Laurence what she should do.
He advised her to pretend to consent, and then he said -
Romeo and Juliet.
ROMEO AND JULIET. 19
â€œTwill give you a draught that will make you seem to be dead for
two days, and then when they take you to church it will be to bury you,
and not to marry you. They will put you in the vault thinking you are
dead, and before you wake up Romeo and I will be there to take care of
you. Will you do this, or are you afraid ?â€
â€˜â€œ*T will do it; talk not to me of fear!â€ said Juliet. And she went
home and told her father she would marry Paris. If she had spoken out
and told her father the truth . . . well, then this would have been a
Lord Capulet was very much pleased to get his own way, and set
about inviting his friends and getting the wedding feast ready. Every one
stayed up all night, for there was a great deal to do, and very little
time to do it in. Lord Capulet was anxious to get Juliet married,
because he saw she was very unhappy. Of course she was really fretting
about her husband Romeo, but her father thought she was grieving for
the death of her cousin Tybalt, and he thought marriage would give
her something else to
Early in the morn-
ing the nurse came to
call Juliet, and to dress
her for her wedding ; |
but she would not
wake, and at last the |
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â€œAlas! alas! help! |
help! my ladyâ€™s dead.
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20 ROMEO AND JULIET.
and all their weeping could not wake her. So it was a burying that
day instead of a marrying. Meantime Friar Laurence had sent a
messenger to Mantua with a letter to Romeo telling him of all these
things ; and all would have been well, only the messenger was delayed,
and could not go.
But ill news travels fast. Romeoâ€™s servant, who knew the secret
of the marriage but not of Julietâ€™s pretended death, heard of her funeral,
and hurried to Mantua to tell Romeo how his young wife was dead
and lying in the grave.
â€˜Ts it so!â€ cried Romeo, heart-broken. â€œThen I will lie by Julietâ€™s
And he bought himself a poison, and went straight back to Verona.
He hastened to the tomb where Juliet was lying. It was not a grave,
but a vault. He broke open the door, and was just going down the
stone steps that led to the vault where all the dead Capulets lay, when
he heard a voice behind him calling on him to stop.
It was the Count Paris, who was to have married Juliet that very
â€œHow dare you come here and disturb the dead bodies of the
Capulets, you vile Montagu!â€ cried Paris.
Poor Romeo, half mad with sorrow, yet tried to answer gently.
â€œYou were told,â€ said Paris, â€œthat if you returned to Verona you
â€œ T must indeed,â€ said Romeo. â€œI came here for nothing else. Good,
gentle youthâ€”leave meâ€”Oh, goâ€”before [ do you any harmâ€”TI love you
better than myselfâ€”goâ€”leave me hereâ€”â€
Then Paris said, â€œI defy youâ€”and I arrest you as a felon.â€ Then
Romeo, in his anger and despair, drew his sword.â€”They fought, and Paris
As Romeoâ€™s sword pierced him, Paris cried,
â€œOh, Tam slain! If thou be merciful, open the tomb, lay me with
And Romeo said, â€œIn faith I will.â€
And he carried the dead man into the tomb and laid him by the dear
Julietâ€™s side. Then he kneeled by Juliet and spoke to her, and held her
in his arms, and kissed her cold lips, believing that she was dead, while
ROMEO AND JULIET. 21
all the while she was coming nearer and nearer to the time of her
awakening. Then he drank the poison, and died beside his sweetheart
Now came Friar Laurence when it was too late, and saw all that had
happenedâ€”and then poor Juliet woke out of her sleep to find her
husband and her friend both dead beside her.
The noise of the fight had brought other folks to the place too, and
Friar Laurence hearing them ran away, and Juliet was left alone. She
saw the cup that had held the poison, and knew how all had happened,
and since no poison was left for her, she drew her Romeoâ€™s dagger and
22 ROMEO AND JULIET.
thrust it through her heartâ€”and so, falling with her head on her Romeoâ€™s
breast, she died. And here ends the story of these faithful and most,
And when the old folks knew from Friar Laurence of all that had
befallen, they sorrowed exceedingly, and now, seeing all the mischief
their wicked quarrel had wrought, they repented them of it, and over
the bodies of their dead children they clasped hands at last, in friendship
ee the Duke of Milan, was a learned and studious man,
who lived among his books, leaving the management of his duke-
dom to his brother Antonio, in whom indced he had complete
trust. But that trust was ill-rewarded, for Antonio wanted to wear the
dukeâ€™s crown himself, and, to gain his ends, would have killed his brother
but for the love the people bore him. However, with the help of
Prosperoâ€™s great enemy, Alonso, King of Naples, he managed to get into
his hands the dukedom with all its honour, power, and riches. For they
took Prospero to sea, and when they were far away from land, forced him
into a little boat with no tackle, mast, or sail. In their cruelty and hatred
they put his little daughter, Miranda (not yet three years old), into the
boat with him, and sailed away, leaving them to their fate.
But one among the courtiers with Antonio was true to his rightful
master, Prospero. To save the duke from his enemies was impossible,
but much could be done to remind him of a subjectâ€™s love. So this
worthy lord, whose name was Gonzalo, secretly placed in the boat some
fresh water, provisions and clothes, and what Prospero valued most of
all, some of his precious books.
The boat was cast on an island, and Prospero and his little one
landed in safety. Now this island was enchanted, and for years had lain
24 , THE TEMPEST.
under the spell of a fell witch, Sycorax, who had imprisoned in the
trunks of trees all the good spirits she found there. She died shortly
before Prospero was cast on those shores, but the spirits, of whom Ariel
was the chief, still remained in their prisons.
Prospero wags a great magician, for he had devoted himself almost
entirely to the study of magic during the years in which he allowed his
brother to manage the affairs of Milan. By his art he set free the im-
prisoned spirits, yet kept them obedient to his will, and they were more
truly his subjects than his people in Milan had been. For he treated
them kindly as long as they did his bidding, and he exercised his power
over them wisely and well. One creature alone he found it necessary to
treat with harshness: this was Caliban, the son of the wicked old witch,
a hideous, deformed monster, horrible to look on, and vicious and brutal
in all his habits.
When Miranda was grown up into a maiden, sweet and fair to sce,
it chanced that Antonio, and Alonso with Sebastian, his brother, and
Ferdinand, his son, were at sea together with old Gonzalo, and their ship
came near Prosperoâ€™s island. Prospero, knowing they were there, raised
by his art a great storm, so that even the sailors on board gave them-
selves up for lost; and first among them all Prince Ferdinand leaped
into the sea, and, as as his father thought in his grief, was drowned. But
Se Aviel brought him safe ashore ;
and all a rest of the crew,
although they were washed
overboard, were landed unhurt
in different parts of the island,
and the good ship herself, which
they all thought had been
wrecked, lay at anchor in
the harbour whither Ariel
had brought her. Such
wonders could Prospero
) fo sleep P and his spirits perform.
WY i While yet the tem-
t My, pest was raging, Prospero
Lae: i < showed his daughter the
THE TEMPEST. 25
brave ship labouring in the
trough of the sea, and told
her that it was filled with
living human beings like
themselves. She, in pity of
their lives, prayed him who
had raised this storm to
quell it. Then her father
bade her to have no fear, for
he intended to save every
one of them.
Then, for the first time, ,
he told her the story of his |
life and hers, and that he
had caused this storm to rise
in order that his enemies,
Antonio and Alonso, who
were on board, might be delivered into his hands.
When he had made an end of his story he charmed her into sleep,
for Ariel was at hand, and he had work for him to do. Ariel, who
longed for his complete freedom, grumbled to be kept in drudgery,
but on being threateninely reminded of all the sufferings he had under-
gone when Sycorax ruled in the land, and of the debt of gratitude he
owed to the master who had made those sufferings to end, he ceased to
complain, and promised faithfully to do whatever Prospero might com-
â€˜â€œâ€œDo so,â€ said Prospero, â€œand in two days I will discharge thee.â€
Then he bade Ariel take the form of a water nymph and sent him
in search of the young prince. And Ariel, invisible to Ferdinand,
hovered near him, singing the whileâ€”
â€œCome unto these yellow sands
And then take hands :
Courtâ€™sied when you have, and kissâ€™d,
(The wild waves whist),
Foot it featly here and there ;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear !â€
26 THE TEMPEST.
And Ferdinand followed the magic singing, as the song changed to a
solemn air, and the words brought grief to his heart, and tears to his
eyes, for thus they ranâ€”
â€œ Full fathom five thy father lies ;
Of his bones are coral made.
Those are pearls that were his eyes ;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark! now I hear them,â€”ding dong bell !â€
And so singing, Ariel led the spell-bound prince into the presence of
Prospero and Miranda. Then, behold! all happened as Prospero
desired. For Miranda, who had never, since she could first remember,
seen any human being save her father, looked on the youthful prince
with reverence in her eyes, and love in her secret heart.
â€œT might call him,â€ she said, â€œa thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble!â€
And Ferdinand, beholding her beauty with wonder and delight,
â€œ Most sure the goddess on whom these airs attend!â€
Nor did he attempt to hide the passion which she inspired in him,
for scarcely had they exchanged half a dozen sentences, before he vowed
to make her his queen if she were willing. But Prospero, though
secretly delighted, pretended wrath.
â€œYou come here as a spy,â€ he said to Ferdinand. â€œI will manacle
your neck and feet together, and you shall feed on fresh water mussels,
withered roots and husks, and haveâ€™sea-water to drink. Follow.â€
â€œNo,â€ said Ferdinand, and drew his sword. But on the instant
Prospero charmed him so that he stood there like a statue, still as
stone ; and Miranda in terror prayed her father to have merey on her
lover. But he harshly refused her, and made Ferdinand follow him to
his cell. There he set the prince to work, making him remove thousands
of heavy logs of timber and pile them up; and Ferdinand patiently
obeyed, and thought his toil all too well repaid by the sympathy of the
THE TEMPEST. 27
helped him in
his hard work,
but he would
not let*her, yet s<
he could not
keep from her
the secret of
his love, and
she, hearing it,
promised to be
him from his
servitude, and glad at heart, he gave his consent to thei marriage.
â€œTake her,â€ he said, â€œ she is thine own.â€
In the meantime, Antonio and Sebastian in another part of the island
were plotting the murder of Alonso, the King of Naples, for Ferdinand
being dead, as they thought, Sebastian would succeed to the throne on
Alonsoâ€™s death. And they would have carried out their wicked purpose
while their victim was asleep, but that Ariel woke him in good time.
Many tricks did Ariel play them. Once he set a banquet before them,
and just as they were going to fall to, he appeared to them amid thunder
and lightning in the form of a harpy, and immediately the banquet dis-
appeared. Then Ariel upbraided them with their sins and vanished too.
Prospero by his enchantments drew them all to the grove without his
cell, where they waited, trembling and afraid, and now at last bitterly
repenting them of their sins.
Prospero determined to make one last use of his magic power, â€œ and
then,â€ said he, â€œI'll break my staff and deeper than did ever plummet
sound Iâ€™ll drown my book.â€
So he made heavenly music to sound in the air, and appeared to them
28 THE TEMPEST.
in his proper shape as the Duke of Milan. Because they repented, he
forgave them and told them the story of his life since they had cruelly
committed him and his baby daughter to the mercy of wind and waves.
Alonso, who seemed sorriest of them all for his past crimes, lamented the
loss of his heir. But Prospero drew back a curtain and showed them
Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess. Great was Alonsoâ€™s joy to
greet his loved son again, and when he heard that the fair maid with
whom Ferdinand was playing was Prosperoâ€™s daughter, and that the young
folks had plighted their troth, he saidâ€”
â€œGive me your hands, let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
that doth not wish you joy.â€
So all ended happily. The ship was safe in the harbour, and next day
they all set sail for Naples, where Ferdinand and Miranda were to be
married. Ariel gave them calm seas and auspicious gales; and many
were the rejoicings at the wedding.
Then Decent! after many years of absence, went back to his own
dukedom, where he was welcomed with great joy by his faithful subjects.
THE TEMPEST. 29
He practised the arts of magic no more, but his life was happy, and not
only because he had found his own again, but chiefly because, when his
bitterest foes who had done him deadly wrong lay at his mercy, he took
no vengeance on them, but nobl;- forgave them.
As for Ariel, Prospero made him free as air, so that he could wander
where he would, and sing with a lght heart his sweet song.
â€œÂ« Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslipâ€™s bell I lie ;
There I couch when owls do ery.
On the batâ€™s back I do fly
After summer, merrily :
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.â€
UYU LL PO go E
Nhs " (pie
ERMIA and Lysander were lovers; but
Hermiaâ€™s father wished her to marry
another man, named De-
Now in Athens, where
they lived, there was a
wicked law, by which any
girl who refused to marry
according to her fatherâ€™s
wishes, might be put to
death. Hermiaâ€™s father
was so angry with her
for refusing to do as he
wished, that he actually
brought her before the
Duke of Athens to ask
that she might be
killed, if she still
refused to obey
him. Yhe Duke
gave her four
days to think
about it, and, at
the end of that
A MIDSUMMER NIGHTâ€™S DREAM. 31
time, if she still refused to marry Demetrius, she would have
Lysander of course was nearly mad with grief, and the best thing
to do seemed to him for Hermia to run away to his auntâ€™s house at a
place beyond the reach of that cruel law; and there he would come to
her and marry her. But before she started, she told her friend, Helena,
what she was going to do.
Helena had been Demetriusâ€™ sweetheart long before his marriage
with Hermia had been thought of, and being very silly, like all
jealous people, she could not see that it was not poor Hermiaâ€™s fault
that Demetrius wished to marry her instead of his own lady, Helena.
She knew that if she told Demetrius that Hermia was going, as she was,
to the wood outside Athens, he would follow her, â€œand I can follow him,
and at least I shall see him,â€ she said to herself. So she went to him,
and betrayed her friendâ€™s secret.
Now this wood where Lysander was to meet Hermia, and where
the other two had decided to follow them, was full of fairies, as most
woods are, if one only had the eyes to see them, and in this wood on
this night were the Kine and Queen of the fairies, Oberon and Titania.
Now fairies are very wise people, but now and then they can be quite as
foolish as mortal folk. Oberon and Titania, who might have been as
happy as the days were lone, had thrown away all their joy in a foolish
quarrel. They never met without saying disagreeable things to each
other, and scolded each other so dreadfully that all their little fairy
followers, for fear, would creep into acorn cups and hide them there.
So, instead of keeping one happy Court, and dancing all night
through in the moonlight, as is fairiesâ€™ use, the King with his attend-
ants wandered through one part of the wood, while the Queen with hers
kept state m another. And the cause of all this trouble was a little
Indian boy whom Titania had taken to be one of her followers. Oberon
wanted the child to follow him and be one of his fairy knights; but the
Queen would not give him up.
On this night, in a mossy moonlight glade, the King and Queen of
the fairies met.
Tl] met by moonlight, proud Titania,â€ said the King.
â€œWhat! jealous, Oberon?â€ answered the Queen. â€˜You spoil
32 A.MIDSUMMER NIGHTâ€™S DREAM.
everything with your quarrelling. Come, fairies, let us leave him. I
am not friends with him now.â€
â€œTt rests with you to make up the quarrel,â€ said the King. â€œGive me
that little Indian boy, and I will again be your humble servant and suitor.â€
â€œSet your mind at rest,â€ said the Queen. â€œYour whole fairy
kingdom buys not that boy from me. Come, fairies.â€
And she and her train rode off down the moonbeams.
â€œWell, go your ways,â€ said Oberon. â€œ But Pll be even with you
before you leave this wood.â€ .
Then Oberon called his favourite fairy, Puck. Puck was the spirit
of mischief. He used to slip into the dairies and take the cream away,
and get into the churn so that the butter would not come, and turn the
beer gour, and lead people out of their way on dark nights and then laugh
at them, and tumble peopleâ€™s stools from under them when they were going
to sit down, and upset their hot ale over their chins when they were
going to drink.
â€œNow,â€ said Oberon to this little sprite, â€œfetch me the flower called
Love-in-idleness. The juice of that little purple flower laid on the eyes of
those who sleep will make them when they wake to love the first thing
they see. I will put some of the juice of that flower on my Titaniaâ€™s
eyes, and when she wakes, she will love the first thing she sees, were it
lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, or meddling monkey, or a busy ape.â€
While Puck was gone, Demetrius passed through the glade followed
by poor Helena, and still she told him how she loved him and reminded
him of all his promises, and still he told her that he did not and could not
love her, and that his promises were nothing. Oberon was sorry for
poor Helena, and when Puck returned with the flower, he bade him
follow Demetrius and put some of the juice on his eyes, so that he might
love Helena when he woke and looked on her, as much as she loved him.
So Puck set off, and wandering through the wood found, not Demetrius,
but Lysander, on whose eyes he put the juice; but when Lysander woke,
he saw not his own Hermia, but Helena, who was walking through the
wood looking for the cruel Demetrius ; and directly he saw her he loved
her and left his own lady, under the spell of the crimson flower.
When Hermia woke she found Lysander gone, and wandered about
the wood trying to find him. Puck went back and told Oberon what he
litania and the Clown.
A MIDSUMMER NIGHTâ€™S DREAM. 33
had done, and Oberon soon found that he
had made a mistake, and set about looking Ww
for Demetrius, and having found him, put BL
some of the juice on his eyes. And the
first thing Demetrius saw when he woke
was also Helena.â€™ So now Demetrius and ex.
Lysander were both following her through
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. . 22
the -wood, and it was Hermiaâ€™s turn to Nh SZ
follow her lover as Helena had done before. = ww
The end of it was that Helena and Hermia
began to quarrel, and Demetrius and
Lysander went off to fight. Oberon was '
very sorry to see his kind scheme to help ; |
these lovers turn out so badly. So he
said to Puckâ€”
â€œThese two young men are going to.
fight. You must overhang the night with "
drooping fog, and lead them so astray, that i
one will never find the other. When they
are tired out, they will fall asleep.
Then drop this other herb on ,
Lysanderâ€™s eyes. That will give
him his old sight and hig old
love. Then each man will have
a â€˜ ae ey â€˜ Mh
they will all think that this hasâ€ 9
been only a Midsummer Nightâ€™s
Dream. Then when this is done, all will be well with them.â€
. So Puck went and did as he was told; and when the two had fallen
asleep without meeting each other, Puck poured the juice on Lysanderâ€™s
eyes, and said :â€”
â€œ When thou wakest,
In the sight
â€œOf thy former ladyâ€™s eye :
Jack shall have Jill;
34 A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
Nought shall go ill ;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.â€
Meanwhile Oberon found Titania asleep on a bank where grew wild
thyme, oxlips, and violets, and woodbine, musk roses and eglantine.
There Titania always slept a part of the night, wrapped in the enamelled
skin of a snake. Oberon stooped over her and laid the juice;on her eyes,
â€˜What thou seest when thou wake,
Do it for thy true love take.â€
Now, it happened that when Titania woke the first thing she saw
was a stupid clown, one of a party of players who had come out into the
wood to rehearse their play. This clown had met with Puck, who had
clapped an assâ€™s head on his shoulders so that it looked as if it grew
there. Directly Titania woke and saw this dreadful monster, she said,
â€œWhat angel is this? Are you as wise as you are beautiful ?â€
â€œTf I am wise enough to find my way out of this wood, thatâ€™s
enough for me,â€ said the foolish clown.
â€œDo not desire to go out of the wood,â€ said Titania. The spell of
the love-juice was on her, and to her the clown seemed the most beautiful
and delightful creature on all the earth. â€œJ love you,â€ she went on.
â€œCome with me, and I will give you fairies to attend on you.â€
So she called four fairies, whose names were Peaseblossom, Cobweb,
Moth, and Mustardseed.
â€œYou must attend this gentleman,â€ said the Queen. â€œFeed him with
apricots and dewberries, purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. Steal
honey-bags for him from the humble-bees, and with the wings of painted
butterflies fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.â€
â€œT will,â€ said one of the fairies, and all the others said, â€˜I will.â€
â€œ Now, sit down with me,â€ said the Queen to the clown, â€˜and let
me stroke your dear cheeks, and stick musk-roses in your smooth, sleek
head, and kiss your fair large ears, my gentle joy.â€
â€˜â€œâ€œWhereâ€™s Peaseblossom ?â€ asked the clown with the assâ€™s head. He
did not care much about the Queenâ€™s affection, but he was very proud of .
having fairies to wait on him. â€œ Ready,â€ said Peaseblossom.
â€œScratch my head, Peaseblossom,â€ said the clown. â€˜â€œ Whereâ€™s
Cobweb?â€ â€œ Ready,â€ said Cobweb.
: A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM.
â€œKill me,â€ said the clown, â€œthe red humble-bee on the top of the
thistle yonder, and bring me the honey-bag. Whereâ€™s Mustardseed 2?â€
â€œReady,â€ said Mustardseed.
â€œOh, I want nothing,â€ said the clown. â€œOnly just help Cobweb
to scratch. I must go to the barberâ€™s, for methinks I am marvellous
hairy about the face.â€
â€œWould you like any thing to eat ?â€ said the fairy Queen.
â€œI should like some good dry oats,â€ said the clownâ€”for his donkeyâ€™s
head made him desire donkeyâ€™s food â€”â€œ and some hay to follow.â€
â€œShall some of my fairies fetch you new nuts from the squirrelâ€™s
36 A MIDSUMMER NIGHTâ€™S DREAM.
house?â€ asked the Queen. â€˜â€œIâ€™d rather have a handful or two of good
dried peas,â€ said the clown. â€˜But please donâ€™t let any of your people
Â«listurb me, I am going to sleep.â€
Then said the Queen, â€œ And I will wind thee in my arms.â€
And so when Oberon came along he found his beautiful Queen
lavishing kisses and endearments on a clown with a donkeyâ€™s head.
And before he released her from the enchantment, he persuaded her to
give him the little Indian boy he so much desired to have. Then he
took pity on her, and threw some juice of the disenchanting flower on
her pretty eyes; and then in a moment she saw plainly the donkey-
headed clown she had been loving, and knew how foolish she had been.
Oberon took off the assâ€™s head from the clown, and left him to
finish his sleep with his own silly head lying on the thyme and violets.
Thus all was made plain and straight again. Oberon and Titania
loved each other more than ever. Demetrius thought of no one but
Helena, and Helena had never had any thought of anyone but Demetrius.
As for Hermia and Lysander, they were as loving a couple as you could
meet in a dayâ€™s march, even through a fairy-wood. So the four mortal
lovers went back to Athens and were married; and the fairy King and
(Queen live happily together in that. very wood at this very day.
ING LEAR was old and tired. He was aweary of the business of
his kingdom, and wished only to end his days quietly near his three
daughters, whom he loved dearly. Two of his daughters were married
to the Dukes of Albany and Cornwall; and the Duke of Burgundy and
the King of France were both staying at Learâ€™s Court as suitors for the
hand of Cordelia, his youngest daughter.
Lear called his three daughters together, and told them that he pro-
posed to divide his kingdom between them. â€œ But first,â€ said he, â€œI
should like to know how much you love me.â€
Goneril, who was really a very wicked woman, and did not love her
father at all, said she loved him more than words could say ; she loved
him dearer than eyesight, space or liberty, more than life, grace, health,
beauty, and honour.
38 KING LEAR.
â€œTf you love meas much as this,â€ said the King, â€œ I give you a third
part of my kingdom. And how much does Regan love me?â€
â€œTJ love you as much as my sister and more,â€ professed Regan, â€œsince
I care for nothing but my fatherâ€™s love.â€
Lear was very much pleased with Reganâ€™s professions, and gave her
another third part of his fair kingdom. Then he turned to his youngest
daughter, Cordelia. â€˜â€˜ Now, our joy, though last not least,â€ he said,
â€œthe best part of my kingdom have I kept for you. What can you
â€œNothing, my lord,â€ answered Cordelia.
â€œ Nothing ?â€
â€œ Nothing,â€ said Cordelia,
â€˜Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again,â€ said the King.
And Cordelia answerelâ€”*I love your Ma esty according to my
And this she said, because she knew her sistersâ€™ wicked hearts, and
was disgusted with the way in which they professed unbounded and
impossible love, when really they had not even a right sense of duty to
their old father.
â€œTam your daughter,â€ she went on, â€œand you have brought me up
and loved me, and [ return you those duties back as are right fit, obey
you, love you, and most honour you.â€
Lear, who loved Cordelia best, had wished her to make more ex-
travagant professions of love than her sisters; and what seemed to him
her coldness so angered him that he bade her begone from his sight.
â€œâ€œGo,â€ he said, â€˜ be for ever a stranger to my heart and me.â€
The Earl of Kent, one of Learâ€™s favourite courtiers and captains,
tried to say a word for Cordeliaâ€™s sake, but Lear would not listen. He
divided the remaining part of his kingdom between Goneril and Regan,
who had pleased him with their foolish flattery, and told them that he
should only keep a hundred knights at arms for his following, and would
live with his daughters by turns.
When the Duke of Burgundy knew that Cordelia would have no
share of the kingdom, he gave up his courtship of her. But the King
of France was wiser, and said to herâ€” Fairest Cordelia, thou art most
rich, being poorâ€”most choice, forsaken ; and most loved, despised. Thee
KING LEAR. 39
and thy virtues here I seize upon. Thy dowerless daughter, King, is
(Queen of usâ€”of ours, and our fair France.â€
â€œTake her, take her,â€ said the King ; â€˜â€˜for [ have no such daughter,
and will never see that face of hers again.â€ .
So Cordelia became Queen of France, and the Earl of Kent, for
having ventured to take her part, was banished from the Kineâ€™s Court
and from the kingdom. The King now went to stay with his daughter
Goneril, and very soon began to find out how much fair words were
worth. She had got everything from her father that he had to give,
aud she began to grudge even the hundred knights that he had reserved
for himself. She frowned at him whenever she met him; she herself
was harsh and undutiful to him, and her servants treated him with neglect,
and either refused to obey his orders or pretended that they did not hear
Now the Earl of Kent, when he was banished, made as though
he would go into another country, but instead he came back in the
disguise of a serving-man and took service with the King, who never
suspected him to be that Earl of Kent whom he himself had banished.
The very same day that Lear engaged him as. his servant, Gonerilâ€™s
40 KING LEAR.
steward insulted the King, and the Earl of Kent showed his respect for
the Kingâ€™s Majesty by tripping up the caitiff into the gutter. The King
had now two friendsâ€”the Earl of Kent, whom he only knew as his
servant, and his Fool, who was faithful to him although he had given
away his kingdom. Goneril was not contented with letting her father
suffer insults at the hands of her servants. She told him plainly that
his train of one hundred knights only served to fill her Court with riot
and feasting; and so she begged him to dismiss them, and only keep
a few old men about him such as himself.
â€œMy train are men who know all parts of duty,â€ said Lear.
â€œSaddle my horses, call my train together. Goneril, I will not trouble
you furtherâ€”yet I have left another daughter.â€
And he cursed his daughter, Goneril, praying that she might never
have a child, or that if she had, it might treat her as cruelly as she had
treated him. And his horses being saddled, he set out with his followers
for the castle of Regan, his other daughter. Lear sent on his servant
Caius, who was really the Earl of Kent, with letters to his daughter to
say he was coming. But Caius fell in with a messenger of Gonerilâ€”in
fact that very steward whom he had tripped into the gutterâ€”and beat
him soundly for the mischief-maker
that he was; and Regan, when she
heard it, put Caius in the stocks,
not respecting him as a messenger
coming from her father. And
she who had formerly
outdone her sister in
professions of attach-
ment to the King,
now seemed to outdo
= ' her in undutiful con-
duct, saying that fifty
knights were too many
to wait on him, that
five and twenty were
enough, and Goneril
(who had hurried
KING LEAR. 41
thither to prevent Regan
showing any kindness to
the old King), said five
and twenty were too
many, or even ten, or
even five, since her ser-
vants could wait on him.
â€œWhat need one?â€
Then when 4 3)
Lear saw that eZ tr: \ ey
what theyreally 4b i we
wanted was o Yn BES
drive himaway ~ aN
from them, he -
both and left them. It was a wild and stormy night, yet these cruel
daughters did not care what became of their father in the cold and the
rain, but they shut the castle doors and went in out of the storm. All
night he wandered about the heath half mad with misery, and with no
companion but the poor Fool. But presently his servant Caius, the
good Earl of Kent, met him, and at last persuaded him to lie down ina
wretched little hovel which stood upon the heath. At daybreak the Karl
of Kent removed his royal master to Dover, where his own friends were,
and then hurried to the Court of France and told Cordelia what had
Her husband gave her an army to go to the assistance of her father,
and with it she landed at Dover. Here she found poor King Lear, now
quite mad, wandering about the fields, singing aloud to himself and
wearing a crown of nettles and weeds. They brought him back and fed
and clothed him, and the doctors gave him such medicines as they
thought might bring him back to his right mind, and by and by he woke
better, but still not quite himself .Then Cordelia came to him and kissed
him, to make up, as she said, for the cruelty of her sisters. At first he
hardly knew her.
â€œPray do not mock me,â€ he said. â€œI am a very foolish, fond old
42 KING LEAR.
man, four-score and upward, and to deal plainly, I fear [am not in my
perfect mind. I think I should know you, though I do not know these
garments, nor do I know where I lodged last night. Do not laugh at
me, though, as I am a man, | think this lady must be my daughter,
â€œ And so I amâ€”I am,â€ cried Cordelia. â€œCome with me.â€
â€œ You must bear with me,â€ said Lear ; â€œforget and forgive. Iam old
And now he knew at last which of his children it was that had loved
him best, and who was worthy of his love ; and from that time they were
Goneril and Regan joined their armies to fight Cordeliaâ€™s army, and
were successful: and Cordelia and her father were thrown into prison.
Then Gonerilâ€™s hus-
band, the Duke of
Albany, who was a
good man, and had
not known how
wicked his wife was,
heard the truth of
the whole story ; and
when Goneril found
that her husband
knew her for the
wicked woman she
was, she killed her-
self, having a little
time before given a
deadly poison to her
sister, Regan, out of
a spirit of jealousy.
But they had ar-
ranged that Cordelia
should be hanged in
prison, and though
the Duke of Albany
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sent messengers at once, it was too late. The old King came staggering
into the tent of the Duke of Albany, carrying the hody of his dear
daughter Cordelia in his arms.
â€œOh, she is gone for ever,â€ he said. â€œ I know when one is dead, and
when one lives. Sheâ€™s dead as earth.â€
They crowded round in horror.
â€œOh, if she lives,â€ said the King, â€œit is a chance that does redeem
all sorrows that ever I have felt.â€
The Earl of Kent spoke a word to him, but Lear was too mad to
â€œA plague upon you, murderous traitors all! I might have saved her.
Now she is gone for ever. Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Her voice
was ever lo gentle, and softâ€”an excellent thing in woman. I killed
the slave that was a-hanging thee.â€
â€œTis true, my lords, he did,â€ said one of the ofticers from the
â€œOh, thou wilt come no more,â€ cried the poor old man. â€œDo you
see this? Look on herâ€”look, her lips) Look there, look there.â€
And with that he fell with her still in his arms, and died.
And this was the end of Lear and Cordelia.
YMBELINE was the King of Britain. He had three children.
The two sons were stolen away from him when they were quite
little children, and he was left with only one daughter, Imogen.
The King married a second time, and brought up Leonatus, the son of a
dead friend, as Imogenâ€™s playfellow ; and when Leonatus was old enough,
Imogen secretly married him. This made the King and Queen very
angry, and the King, to punish Leonatus, banished him from Britain.
Poor Imogen was nearly heart-broken at parting from Leonatus,
and he was not less unhappy. For they were not only lovers and
husband and wife, but they had been friends and comrades ever since
they were quite little children. With many tears and kisses they said
â€œGood-bye.â€ They promised never to forget each other, and that they
would never care for any one else as long as they lived.
â€œThis diamond was my motherâ€™s, love,â€ said Imogen ; â€˜take it, my
heart, and keep it as long as you love me.â€
â€˜Sweetest, fairest,â€ answered Leonatus, â€œwear this bracelet for my
â€œAh!â€ cried Imogen, weeping, â€œwhen shall we meet again?â€
And while they were still in each otherâ€™s arms, the King came in,
and Leonatus had to leave without more farewell.
When he was come to Rome, where he had gone to stay with an
old friend of his fatherâ€™s, he spent his days still in thinking of his dear
Imogen, and his nights in dreaming of her. One day at a feast some
Italian and French noblemen were talking of their swecthearts, and
swearing that they were the most faithful and honourable and beautiful
ladies in the world. And a Frenchman reminded Leonatus how he had
said many times that his wife Imogen was more fair, wise, and constant
than any of the rest of the ladies in France.
â€œT say so still,â€ said Leonatus.
â€œShe is not so good but that she would deceive,â€ said Iachimo, one
of the Italian nobles.
â€˜She never would deceive,â€ said Leonatus.
â€œT wager,â€ said Iachimo, â€œ that, if I go to Britain, I can persuade your
wife to do whatever I wish, even if it should be against your wishes.â€
â€œThat you will never do,â€ said Leonatus. â€œ1 wager this ring upon
my finger,â€ which was the very ring Imogen had given him at parting,
â€œthat my wife will keep all her vows to me, and that you will never
persuade her to do otherwise.â€
So Jachimo wagered half his estate against the ring on Leonatusâ€™
finger, and started forthwith to Britain with a letter of introduction to
Leonatusâ€™s wife. When he reached there he was received with all kind-
ness ; but he was still determined to win his wager.
He told Imogen that her husband thought no more of her, and went
on to tell many cruel lies about him. Imogen listened at first, but
presently perceived what a wicked person Iachimo was, and ordered him
to leave her. Then he saidâ€”
â€œPardon me, fair lady, all that I have said is untrue. I only told
you this to see whether you would believe me, or whether you were as
much to be trusted as your husband thinks. Will you forgive me?â€
â€œT forgive you freely,â€ said Imogen.
â€œThen,â€ went on Iachimo, â€œperhaps you will prove it by taking
charge of a trunk, containmg a number of jewels which your husband
and I and some other gentlemen have bought as a present for the
Emperor of Rome.â€
â€œT will indeed,â€ said Imogen, â€œdo anything for my husband and a
friend of my husbandâ€™s. Have the jewels sent into my room, and I will
take care of them.â€
â€œTt is only for one night,â€ said Iachimo, â€œ for I leave Britain again
- that night
she went to
- bed and to
Av seep When
she was fast
lid of the
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trunk opened and a man got out. It was Iachimo. The story about the
jewels was as untrue as the rest of the things he had said. He had only
wished to get into her room to win his wicked wager. He looked about
him and noticed the furniture, and then crept to the side of the bed where
Imogen was asleep and took from her arm the gold bracelet which had
been the parting gift of her husband. Then he crept back to the trunk,
and the next morning sailed for Rome.
When he met Leonatus, he said-â€”
â€œT have been to Britain and I have won the wager, for your wife no
longer thinks about you. She stayed talking with me all one night in
her room, which is hung with tapestry and has a carved chimney-piece,
and silver andirons in the shape of two winking Cupids.â€
â€œIT do not believe she has forgotten me; I do not believe she stayed
talking with you in her room. You have heard her room described by
â€œAh!â€ said Iachimo, â€œbut she gave me this bracelet. She took it
from her arm. I see her yet. Her pretty action did outsell her gift, and
yet enriched it too. She gave it me, and said she prized it once.â€
â€œTake the ring,â€ cried Leonatus, â€œyou have won, and you might
have won my life as well, for I care nothing for it now I know my lady
has forgotten me.â€
And mad with anger, he wrote letters to Britain to his old servant,
Pisanio, ordering him to take Imogen to Milford Haven, and to murder her,
because she had forgotten him and given away his gift. At the same time
he wrote to Imogen herself, telling her to go with Pisanio, his old servant,
to Milford Haven, and that he, her husband, would be there to meet her.
Now when Pisanio got this letter he was too good to carry out its
orders, and too wise to let them alone altogether. So he gave Imogen
the letter from her husband, and started with her for Milford Haven.
Before he left, the wicked Queen gave him a drink which, she said, would
be useful in sickness. She hoped he would give it to Imogen, and that
Imogen would die, and then the wicked Queenâ€™s son could be King. For
the Queen thought this drink was a poison, but really and truly it was
only a sleeping-draught.
When Pisanio and Imogen came near to Milford Haven, he told her
what was really in the letter he had had from her husband.
â€˜â€œâ€œT must go on to Rome, and see him myself,â€ said Imogen.
And then Pisanio helped her to dress in boyâ€™s clothes, and sent her
on her way, and went back to the Court. Before he went, he gave her
the drink he had had from the Queen.
Imogen went on, getting more and more tired, and at last came to
acave. Some one seemed to live there, but no one was in just then.
So she went in, and as she was almost dying of hunger, she took some
food she saw there, and had just done so, when an old man and two boys
came into the cave. She was very much frightened when she saw them,
for she thought that they would be angry with her for taking their food,
though she had meant to leave money for it on the table. But to her
surprise they welcomed her kindly. She looked very pretty in her boyâ€™s
clothes, and her face was good, as well as pretty.
â€œYou shall be our brother,â€ said both the boys; and so she stayed
with them, and helped to cook the food, and make things comfortable.
But one day when the old man, whose name was Bellarius, was out
hunting with the two boys, Imogen felt ill, and thought she would try
the medicine Pisanio had given her. So she took it, and at once became
like a dead creature, so that when Bellarius and the boys came back from
hunting, they thought she was dead, and with many tears and funeral
songs, they carried her away, and laid her in the wood, covered with
They sang sweet songs to her, and strewed flowers on her, pale
primroses, and the azure harebell, and eglantine, and furred moss, and
went away sorrowful. No sooner had they gone than Imogen awoke,
and not knowing how she came there, nor where she was, went wandering
through the wood.
Now while Imogen had been living in the cave, the Romans had
decided to attack Britain, and their army had come over, and with them
Leonatus, who had grown sorry for his wickedness against Imogen, so
had come back, not to fight with the Romans against Britain, ee with
the Britons against Rome. So as Imogen cremilaneil alone, she met
with Lucius, the Roman general, and took service with him as his page.
When the battle was fought between the Romans and Britons,
Bellarius and his two boys fought for their own country, and Leonatus,
disguised as a British peasant, fought beside them. The Romans had
taken Cymbeline prisoner, and old Bellarius, with his sons and Leonatus,
bravely rescued the Kine. Then the Britons won the battle, and among
the prisoners brought before the King were Lucius, with Imogen, Iachimo,
and Leonatus, who had put on the uniform of a Roman soldier. He was
tired of his life since he had cruelly ordered his wife to be killed, and he
hoped that, as a Roman soldier, he would be put to death.
When they were brought before the King, Lucius spoke outâ€”
â€œA Roman with a Rowen s heart can ae he said. â€œIf I must
die, so be it. This one thing only will I entreat. My boy, a Briton
born, let him be ransomed. Never master had a page so kind, so
duteous, diligent, true. He has done no Briton harm, though he has
served a Roman. Save him, sir.â€
Then Cymbeline looked on the page, who was his own daughter,
Imogen, in disguise, and though he did not recognise her, he felt such
a kindness that he not only spared the boyâ€™s life, but he saidâ€”
â€œHe shall have any boon he likes to ask of me, even though he ask
a prisoner, the noblest taken.â€
Then Imogen said, â€œThe boon I ask is that this gentleman shall
say from whom he got the ring he has on his finger,â€™ and she pointed
â€œSpeak,â€ said Cymbeline, â€œhow did you get that diamond ?â€
Then Iachimo told the whole truth of his villainy. At this, Leonatus
was unable to contain himself, and casting aside all thought of disguise,
he came forward, cursing himself for his folly in having believed Iachimoâ€™s
lying story, and calling again and again on his wife whom he believed
â€œOh, Imogen, my love,
my life!â€ he eried. â€œOh,
Then Imogen, forgetting
she was disguised, cried out,
â€œPeace, my lordâ€”here, here!â€
Leonatus turned to strike
the forward page who thus
interfered in his great trouble,
and then he saw that it was
his wife, Imogen, and they fell
into each otherâ€™s arms.
The King was so glad to
see his dear daughter again,
and so grateful to the man who
had rescued him (whom he now
found to be Leonatus), that
he gave his blessing on their
marriage, and then he turned
to Bellarius, and the two boys.
Now Bellarius spokeâ€”
â€œT am your old servant,
Bellarius. You accused me of
treason when I had only been
loyal to you, and to be doubted,
made me disloyal. So I stole
your two sons, and see,â€”they
are here!â€ And he brought
forward the two boys, who had sworn to be brothers to Imogen when
they thought she was a boy like themselves,
The wicked Queen was dead of some of her own poisons, and the
King, with his three children about him, lived to a happy old age.
So the wicked were punished, and the good and true lived happy
ever after. So may the wicked suffer, and honest folk prosper till the
worldâ€™s end !
HERE lived in Padua a gentleman named Baptista, who had two fair
daughters. The eldest, Katharine, was so very cross, and ill-
tempered, and unmannerly, that no one ever dreamed of marrying
her, while her sister, Bianca, was so sweet and pretty, and pleasant-
spoken, that more than one suitor asked her father for her hand. But
Baptista said the elder daughter must marry first.
So Biancaâ€™s suitors decided among themselves to try and get some
one to marry Katharine-â€”and then the father could at least be got to
listen to their suit for Bianca.
A gentleman from Verona, named Petruchio, was the one they
thought of, and, half in jest, they asked him if he would marry Katharine,
the disagreeable scold. Much to their surprise he said yes, that was
just the sort of wife for him, and if Katharine were handsome and rich,
he himself would undertake soon to make her good-tempered.
Petruchio began by asking Baptistaâ€™s permission to pay court to his
gentle daughter Katharineâ€”and Baptista was obliged to own that she
was anything but gentle. And just then her music master rushed in,
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW. 53
complaining that the naughty girl had broken her lute over his head,
because he told her she was not playing correctly.
â€˜Never mind,â€ said Petruchio, â€œI love her better than ever, and
long to have some chat with her.â€
_ When Katharine came, he said â€˜â€˜ Good-morrow, Kateâ€”for that, I hear,
is your name.â€
â€œYou've only heard half,â€ said Katharine, rudely.
â€œOh, no,â€ said Petruchio, â€œthey call you plain Kate, and bonny
Kate, and sometimes Kate the shrew, and so, hearing your mildness
praised in every town, and your beauty too, I ask you for my wife.â€
â€œ Your wife!â€ cried Kate. â€˜â€œ Never!â€ She said some extremely dis-
agreeable things to him, and, I am sorry to say, ended by boxing his
â€œTf you do that again, Pll cuff you,â€ he said quietly; and still
protested, with many compliments, that he would marry none but her.
When Baptista came back, he asked at onceâ€”
â€œHow speed you with my daughter?â€
â€œHow should I speed but well,â€ replied
Petruchioâ€”â€˜â€˜ how, but well?â€
â€œHow now, daughter Katharine?â€ the
father went on.
â€œT donâ€™t think,â€ said Katharine, anerily,
â€œyou are acting a fatherâ€™s part in wishing me
to marry this mad-cap rufhan.â€
â€œA!â€ said Petruchio, â€œyou
and all the world would talk
amiss of her. You should see
how kind she is to me when we
are alone. In short, I will go
off to Venice to buy fine things
for our weddineâ€”forâ€”kiss me,
Kate! we will be married on
And with that, Catharine
flounced out of the room by one
door in a violent temper, and he,
54 THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
laughing, went out by the other. But whether she fell in love with
Petruchio, or whether she was only glad to meet a man who was not
afraid of her, or whether she was flattered that, in spite of her rough
words and spiteful usage, he still desired her for his wifeâ€”she did indeed
marry him on Sunday, as he had sworn she should.
To vex and humble Katharineâ€™s naughty, proud spirit, he was late
at the wedding, and when he came, came wearing such shabby clothes
that she was ashamed to be seen with him. His servant was dressed in
the same shabby way, and the horses they rode were the sport of every
one they passed.
And, after the marriage, when should have been the wedding
breakfast, Petruchio carried his wife away, not
allowing her to eat or drinkâ€”saying that she
was his now, and he could do as he liked with
And his manner was so violent, and he
behaved all through his wedding in so mad and
dreadful a manner, that Katharine trembled
and went with
on a _ stum-
bling, lean, old
ways to Pet-
he â€” seolding
all the way.
new home, but
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW. 5S
Petruchio was determined that she should neither eat nor sleep that
night, for he had made up his mind to teach his bad-tempered wife a
lesson she would never forget.
So he welcomed her kindly to his house, but when supper was
served he found fault with everythingeâ€”the meat was burnt, he said,
and ill served, and he loved her far too much to let her eat anything
but the best. At last Katharine, tired out with her journey, went supper-
less to bed. Then her husband, still telling her how he loved her, and
how anxious he was that she should sleep well, pulled her bed to pieces,
throwing pillows and bedclothes on the floor, so that she could not go to
bed at all, and still kept growling and scolding at the servants so that
Kate might see how unbeautiful a thing ill-temper was.
The next day, too, Katharineâ€™s food was all found fault with, and
caught away before she could touch a. mouthful, and she was sick and
giddy for want of sleep. Then she said to one of the servantsâ€”
â€œ[ pray thee go and get me some repast. I care not what.â€
â€œWhat say you to a neatâ€™s foot?â€ said the servant.
Katharine said â€˜â€œ Yes,â€ eagerly ; but the servant, who was in his
masterâ€™s secret, said he feared it was not good for hasty-tempered people.
Would she like tripe?
â€˜â€œâ€˜ Bring it me,â€ said Katharine.
â€œT donâ€™t think that is good for hasty-tempered people,â€ said the
servant. â€˜â€˜ What do you say to a dish of beef and mustard ?â€
â€œT love it,â€ said Kate.
â€œ But mustard is too hot.â€
â€œWhy, then, the beef, and let the mustard go,â€ cried Katharine, who
was getting hungrier and hungrier.
â€œNo,â€ said the servant, â€œyou must have the mustard, or you get
no beef from me.â€
â€œThen,â€ cried Katharine, losing patience, â€œlet it be both, or one, or
anything thou wilt.â€
â€œWhy, then,â€ said the servant, â€˜â€˜ the mustard without the beef
Then Katharine saw he was making fun of her, and boxed his ears.
Just then Petruchio brought her some foodâ€”but she had scarcely
begun to satisfy her hunger, before he called for the tailor to bring
her new clothes, and the table was cleared, leaving her still hungry.
56 THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
Katharine was pleased with the pretty new dress and cap that the
tailor had made for her, but Petruchio found fault with everything,
flung the cap and gown on the floor, vowing his dear wife should not
wear any such foolish things.
â€œT will have them,â€ cried Katharine. â€œ All gentlewomen wear such
caps as theseâ€”â€
â€˜â€œWhen you are gentle you shall have one too,â€ he answered, â€œ and
not till then.â€ When he had driven away the tailor with angry wordsâ€”
but privately asking his friend to see him paidâ€”Petruchio saidâ€”
â€˜â€œâ€œCome, Kate, letâ€™s go to your fatherâ€™s, shabby as we are, for, as the
sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honour peereth in the meanest
habit. It is about seven o'clock now. We shall easily get there by
â€œItâ€™s nearly two,â€ said Kate, but civilly enough, for she had grown
to see that she could not bully her husband, as she had done her father
and her sister; â€œitâ€™s nearly two, and it will be supper-time hefore we get
â€œTt shall be seven,â€ said Petruchio, obstinately, â€œbefore I start.
Why, whatever I say or de, or think, you do nothing but contradict.
I won't go to-day, and before I do go, it shall be what oâ€™clock I say it is.â€
At last they started for her fatherâ€™s house. â€œLook at the moon,â€
â€œTtâ€™s the sun,â€ said Katharine, and indeed it was.
â€œTsay it is the moon. Contradicting again! It shall be sun or
moon, or whatever I choose, or I wonâ€™t take you to your fatherâ€™s.â€
Then Katharine gave in, once and for all. â€˜â€œ What you will have it
named,â€ she said, â€˜it is, and so it shall be so for Katharine.â€ And so it
was, for from that moment Katharine felt that she had met her master,
and never again showed her naughty tempers to him, or anyone else.
So they journeyed on to Baptistaâ€™s house, and arriving there, they
found all folks keeping Biancaâ€™s wedding feast, and that of another newly
married couple, Hortensio and his wife. They were made welcome, and
sat down to the feast, and all was merry, save that Hortensioâ€™s wife,
seeing Katharine subdued to her husband, thought she could safely say
many disagreeable things, that in the old days, when Katharine was free
and froward, she would not have dared to say. But Katharine answered
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW. . 57
with such spirit and such moderation, that she turmmed the laugh against
the new bride. :
After dinner, when the ladies were retired, Baptista joined in a
laugh against Petruchio, sayingâ€”
â€œNow in good sadness, son Petruchio, I fear you have got the
veriest shrew of all.â€ .
â€œYou are wrong,â€ said Petruchio, â€œlet me prove it to you. Each
of us shall send a message to his wife, desiring her to come to him, and
the one whose wife comes most readily shall win a wager which we will
The others said yes readily enough, for each thought his own wife
the most dutiful, and each thought he was quite sure to win the wager.
They proposed a wager of twenty crowns. :
â€œTwenty crowns,â€ said Petruchio, â€œTll venture so much on my
hawk or hound, but twenty times as much upon my wife.â€
58 THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
â€œA hundred then,â€ cried Lucentio, Biancaâ€™s
â€œContent,â€ cried the others.
a Then Lucentio sent a message to the fair
Be fn Bianca bidding her to come to him. And
Baptista said he was certain his daughter
would come. But the servant coming back,
â€œSir, my mistress is busy, and she cannot
â€œThereâ€™s an answer for you,â€ said Pet-
is â€œYou may think yourself fortunate if your
i wife does not send you a worse.â€
Z My cole hope, better,â€ Petruchio answered.
eZ Then Hortensio saidâ€”
i ww â€˜
â€œGo and entreat my wife
to come.to me at once.â€
â€œ Ohâ€”if you entreat her,â€
â€œT am afraid,â€ answered
Hortensio, sharply, â€œdo what
you can, yours will not be entreated.â€
But now the servant came in, and saidâ€”
â€œShe says you are playing some jest, she will not come.â€
â€œ Better and better,â€ cried Petruchio ; â€˜â€˜ now go to your mistress and
say I command her to come to me.â€ ;
They all began to laugh, saying they knew what her answer would
be, and that she would not come.
Then suddenly Baptista criedâ€”
â€˜Here comes Katharine!â€ And sure enoughâ€”there she was.
â€œWhat do you wish, sir?â€ she asked her husband.
â€œ Where are your sister and Hortensioâ€™s wife?â€
-â€œ Talking by the parlour fire.â€
â€œFetch them here.â€
When she was gone to fetch them, Lucentio saidâ€”
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW. 59
â€˜Here is a wonder !â€
â€˜â€œT wonder what it means,â€ said Hortensio.
â€œIt means peace,â€ said Petruchio, â€œ and love, and quiet life.â€
â€œWell,â€ said Baptista, â€œ you have won the wager, and I will add
another twenty thousand crowns to her dowryâ€”another dowry for
another daughterâ€”for she is as changed as if she were some one else.â€
So Petruchio won his wager, and had in Katharine always a loving
wife and a true, and now he had broken her proud and-angry spirit he
loved her well, and there was nothing ever but love between those two.
And so they lived happy ever afterwards.
fo was the only son of the King of Denmark. He loved his
father and mother dearlyâ€”and was happy in the love of a sweet
lady named Ophelia. Her father, Polonius, was the Kingâ€™s Chamberlain.
While Hamlet was away studying at Wittenberg, his father died.
Young Hamlet hastened home in great grief to hear that a serpent had
stung the King, and that he was dead. The young prince had loved his
father tenderlyâ€”so you may judge what he felt when he found that the
Queen, before yet the King had been laid in the ground a month, had
determined to marry againâ€”and to marry the dead Kingâ€™s brother.
Hamlet refused to put off his mourning for the wedding.
â€œIt is not only the black I wear on my body,â€ he said, â€œthat proves
my loss. I wear mourning in my heart for my dead father. His gon at
least remembers him, and grieves still.â€
Then said Claudius, the Kingâ€™s brother, â€œThis erief is unreasonable.
Of course you must sorrow at the loss of your father, butâ€”â€
â€œAh,â€ said Hamlet, bitterly, â€œI cannot in one little month forget
those J love.â€
With that the Queen and Claudius left him, to make meiry over their
wedding, forgetting the poor good King who had been so kind to them both.
And Hamlet, left alone, began to wonder and to question as to what
he ought to do. For he could not believe the story about the snake-bite.
It seemed to him all too plain that the wicked Claudius had killed the
King, so as to get the crown and marry the Queen. Yet he had no proof,
and could not accuse Claudius.
And while he was thus thinking came Horatio, a fellow student of his,
â€œWhat brought you here?â€ asked Hamlet, when he had greeted his
â€œT came, my lord, to see your fatherâ€™s funeral.â€
â€œT think it was to see my motherâ€™s wedding,â€ said Hamlet, bitterly.
â€œMy father! We shall not look upon his like again.â€
â€œMy lord,â€ answered Horatio, â€œ1 think I saw him yesternight.â€
Then, while Hamlet listened in surprise, Horatio told how he, with
two gentlemen of the guard, had seen â€˜the Kingâ€™s ghost on the battlements.
Hamlet went that ene and true enough, at nidniaht the ghost of the
King, in the armour he had been wont to wear, appeared on the battle-
ments in the chill moonlight. Hamlet was a brave youth. Instead of
running away from the ghost he spoke to itâ€”and when it beckoned him
he followed it to a quiet place, and there the ghost told him that what
he had suspected was true. The wicked Claudius had indeed killed his
good brother the King, by dropping poison into his ear as he slept in
his orchard in the afternoon.
â€œ And you,â€ said the ghost, â€œmust avenge this cruel murderâ€”on
my wicked brother. But do nothing against the Queenâ€”for I have
loved her, and she is thy mother. Remember me.â€
Then seeing the morning approach, the ghost vanished.
â€˜Now,â€™ said Hamlet, â€˜ there is nothing left but revenge. Remember
theeâ€”I will remember nothing elseâ€”books, pleasure, youthâ€”let all goâ€”
and your commands alone live in my brain.â€
So when his friends came back he made them swear to keep the
secret of the ghost, and then went in from the battlements, now grey
with mingled dawn and moonlight, to think how he might best avenge
his murdered father.
The shock of seeing and hearing his fatherâ€™s ghost made him feel
almost mad, and for fear that his uncle might notice that he was not
himself, he determined to hide his mad longing for revenge under a
pretended madness in other matters.
And when he met Ophelia, who loved himâ€”and to whom he had
given gifts, and letters, and many loving wordsâ€”he behaved so wildly
to her, that she could not but think him mad. For she loved him so
that she could not believe he would be so cruel as this, unless he were
quite mad. So she told her father, and shewed him a pretty letter
from Hamlet. And in the letter was much folly, and this pretty verseâ€”
â€œ Doubt that the stars are fire ;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar ;
But never doubt I love.â€
And from that time everyone believed that the cause of Hamletâ€™s sup-
posed madness was love.
Poor Hamlet was very unhappy. He longed to obey his fatherâ€™s
ghostâ€”and yet he was too gentle and kindly to wish to kill another â€”
man, even his fatherâ€™s murderer. And sometimes he wondered whether,
after all, the ghost spoke truly.
Just at this time some actors came to the Court, and Hamlet
ordered them to perform a certain play before the King and Queen.
Now, this play was the story of a man who had been murdered in his
garden by a near relation, who afterwards married the dead manâ€™s wife.
You may imagine the feelings of the wicked King, as he sat on his
throne, with the Queen beside him and all his Court around, and saw,
acted on the stage, the very wickedness that he had himself done. And .
when, in the play, the wicked relation poured poison into the ear of the
sleeping man, the wicked Claudius suddenly rose, and staggered from
the roomâ€”the Queen and others following.
Then said-Hamlet to his friendsâ€”
â€œNow I am sure the ghost spoke true. For if Claudius had not done
this murder, he could not have been so distressed to see it in a play.â€
Now the Queen sent for Hamlet, by the Kingâ€™s desire, to scold him
for his conduct during the play, and for other matters; and Claudius,
wishing to know exactly what happened,
told old Polonius to hide himself behind
the hangings in the Queenâ€™s room. And
as they talked, the
Queen got frightened
at Hamletâ€™s rough,
strange words, and
cried for help, and
Polonius, behind the
curtain, cried out too.
Hamlet, thinking it
was the King who
was hidden there,
thrust with his sword
at the hangings, and â€”
killed, not the King,
but poor old Polonius.
So now Hamlet
had offended his uncle
and his mother, and = <##
by, bad hap killed his
true loveâ€™s father.
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~ â€œOh, what a rash and bloody deed is this,â€ cried the Queen.
And Hamlet answered bitterly, â€œAlmost as bad as to kill a king,
and marry his brother.â€ Then Hamiet told the Queen plainly all his
thoughts, and how he knew of the murder, and begged her, at least, to
have no more friendship or kindness of the base Claudius, who had killed
the good King. And as they spoke the Kingâ€™s ghost again appeared
before Hamlet, but the Queen could not see it. So when the ghost was
gone, they parted. tee
When the Queen told Claudius what had passed, and how Polonius
was dead, he said, â€˜This shows plainly that Hamlet is mad, and since
che has killed the chancellor, it is for his own safety that we must carry
out our plan, and send him away to England.â€
So Hamlet was sent, under charge of two courtiers who served the
King, and these bore letters to the English Court, requiring that Hamlet
should be put to death. But Hamlet had the good sense to get at these
letters, and put in others instead, with the names of the two courtiers
who were so ready to betray him. Then, as the vessel went to England,
Hamlet escaped on board a pirate ship, and the two wicked courtiers left
him to his fate, and went on, to meet theirs.
Hamlet hurried home, but in the meantime a dreadful thing had
happened. Poor pretty Ophelia, having lost her lover and her father,
lost her wits too, and went in sad madness about the Court, with straws,
and weeds, and flowers in her hair, singing strange scraps of song, and
talking poor, foolish, pretty talk with no heart of meaning to it. And
one day, coming to a stream where willows grew, she tried to hang a
flowery garland on a willow, and fell in the water with all her flowers,
and so died.
And Hamlet had loved her, though his plan of seeming madness
had made him hide it; and when he came back, he found the King and
Queen, and the Court, weeping at the funeral of his dear love and lady.
Opheliaâ€™s brother, Laertes, had also just come to Court to ask justice
for the death of his father, old Polonius; and now, wild with erief, he
leaped into his sisterâ€™s grave, to clasp her in his arms once more.
â€œT loved â€˜her more than forty thousand brothers,â€ cried Hamlet,
and leaped into the grave after him, and they fought till they were
begged Laertes to forgive
â€œT could not bear,â€ he
said, â€œthat any, even a
â€˜ brother, should seem to love
her more than I.â€
But the wicked Claudius
would not let them be
friends. He told Laertes
how Hamlet had killed old
Polonius, and between them
they made a plot to slay
Hamlet by treachery.
Laertes challenged him
to a fencing match, and
all the Court were present.
Hamlet had the blunt foil
always used in fencing, but
Laertes had prepared for
himself a sword, sharp, and
tipped with poison. And
the wicked King had made
ready a bowl of poisoned
wine, which he meant to
give poor Hamlet when he should grow warm with the sword play, and
should call for drink. :
So Laertes and Hamlet fought, and Laertes, after some fencing, gave
Hamlet a sharp sword thrust. Hamlet, angry at this treacheryâ€”for
they had been fencing, not as men fight, but as they play-â€”closed with
Laertes in a struggle ; both dropped their swords, and when they picked
them up again, Hamlet, without noticing it, had exchanged his own blunt
sword for Laertesâ€™ sharp and poisoned one. And with one thrust of it
he pierced Laertes, who fell dead by his own treachery.
At this moment the Queen cried out, â€œThe drink, the drink!
Oh, my dear Hamlet! I[ am poisoned!â€
She had drunk of the poisoned bowl the King had prepared for
Hamlet, and the King saw the Queen, whom, wicked as he was, he really
loved, fall dead by his means.
Then Ophelia being dead, and Polonius, and the Queen, and Laertes,
besides the two courtiers who had been sent to England, Hamlet at last
got him courage to do the ghostâ€™s bidding and avenge his fatherâ€™s murder
â€”which, if he had found the heart to do long before, all these lives had
heen spared, and none suffered but the wicked King, who well deserved
Hamlet, his heart at last being great enough to do the deed he
ought, turned the poisoned sword on the false King.
â€œ'Thenâ€”venomâ€”do thy work!â€ he cried, and the King died.
So Hamlet in the end kept the promise he had made his father.
And â€˜all being now accomplished, he himself died. And those who stood
by saw him die, with prayers and tears for his friends, and his people
who loved him with their whole hearts. Thus ends the tragic tale of
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.
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RSINO, the Duke of Illyria, was deeply in love with a beautiful
Countess, named Olivia. Yet was all his love in vain, for she
disdained his suit ; and when her brother died, she sent back a messenger
from the Duke, bidding him tell his master that for seven years she
would not let the very air behold her face, but that, like a nun, she
would walk veiled; and all this for the sake of a dead brotherâ€™s love,
which she would keep fresh and lasting in her sad remembrance.
The Duke longed for someone to whom he could tell his sorrow, and
repeat over and over again the story of his love. And chance brought
him such a companion. For about this time a goodly ship was wrecked
on the Illyrian coast, and among those who reached land in safety were
the Captain and a fair young maid, named Viola. But she was little
68 TWELFTH NIGHT.
evateful for being rescued from the perils of the sea, since she feared that
her twin brother was drowned, Sebastian, as dear to her as the heart in
her bosom, and so like her that, but for the difference in their manner of
dress, onÃ© could hardly be told from the other. The Captain, for her
comfort, told her that he had seen her brother bind himself to a strong
mast that lived wpon the sea, and that thus there was hope that he might
Viola now asked in whose country she was, and learning that the
young Duke Orsino ruled there, and was as noble in his nature as in his
name, she decided to disguise herself in male attire, and seek for employ-
ment with him as a page.
In this she succeeded, and now from day to day she had to listen to
the story of Ovsinoâ€™s love. At first she sympathised very truly with him,
but soon her sympathy grew to love. At last it oceurred to Orsino that
his hopeless love-suit might prosper better if he sent this pretty lad to
woo Olivia for him. Viola unwillingly went on this errand, but when she
came to the house, Malvolio, Oliviaâ€™s steward, a vain, officious man, sick,
as his mistress told him, of self-love,
forbade the messenger admittance.
Viola, however, (who was now called
Cesario,) refused to take any denial,
and vowed to have speech with the
hearing how her in-
structions were defied
and curious to see
this daring youth,
said, â€˜We'll once
more hear Orsinoâ€™s
When Viola was
admitted to her pre-
sence and the ser-
vants had been sent
away, she listened
patiently to the re-
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proaches which this bold messenger from the Duke poured upon her, and
listening she fell in love with the supposed Cesario; and when Cesario
had gone, Olivia longed to send some love-token after him. So, calling
Malvolio, she bade him follow the boy.
â€œ He left this rg behind him,â€ she said, taking one from her finger.
â€œTell him I will none of it.â€
Malvolio did as he was bid, and then Viola, who of course knew
perfectly well that she had left no ring behind her, saw with a
womanâ€™s quickness that Olivia loved her. Then she went back to
the Duke, very sad at heartâ€™ for her lover, and for Olivia, and for
It was but cold comfort she could give Orsino, who now sought to
ease the pangs of despised love by listening to sweet music, while Cesario
stood by his side.
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â€œ Ah,â€ said the Duke to his page that night, â€œyou too have been in
â€œA little,â€ answered Viola.
â€˜What kind of woman is it?â€ he asked.
â€œOf your complexion,â€ she answered.
â€œWhat years, 1â€™ faith?â€ was his next question.
To this came the pretty answer, â€˜â€˜ About your years, my lord.â€
â€œToo old, by Heaven!â€ cried the Duke. â€œLet still the woman
take an elder than herself.â€
And Viola very meekly said, â€œI think it well, my lord.â€
By and by Orsino begged Cesario once more to visit Olivia and â€˜to
plead his love-suit. But she, thinking to dissuade him, saidâ€”
â€œTf some lady loved you as you love.Olivia?â€
â€œAh! that cannot be,â€ said the Duke.
â€œBut I know,â€ Viola went on, â€œwhat love woman may have for a
man. My father had a daughter loved a man, as it might be,â€ she added
blushing, â€œ perhaps, were I a woman, I should love your lordship.â€
â€˜And what is her history ?â€ he asked.
â€œA blank, my lord,â€™ Viola answered. â€˜She never told her love, -
but let concealment like a worm in the bud feed on her damask cheek :
she pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy she sat,
like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love
indeed ?â€ :
â€œBut died thy sister of her love, my boy?â€ the Duke asked; and
Viola, who had all the time been telling her own love for him in this
pretty fashion, saidâ€”
â€˜â€œT am all the daughters my father has and all the brothersâ€”Sir,
shall I go to the lady ?â€
â€˜To her in haste,â€ said the Duke, at once forgetting all about the
story, â€œand give her this jewel.â€
So Viola went, and this time poor Olivia was unable to hide her
love, and openly confessed it with such passionate truth, that Viola left
her hastily, sayingeâ€”
â€œ Nevermore will I deplore my masterâ€™s tears to you.â€
But in vowing this, Viola did not know the tender pity she would
feel for other's suffering. So when Olivia, in the violence of her love, sent
Olivia and Malvolio.
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a messenger praying Cesario to visit her once more, Cesario had no heart
to refuse the request.
But the favours which Olivia bestowed upon this mere page aroused
the jealousy of Sir Andrew Aguecheek, a foolish, rejected lover of hers,
who at that time was staying at her house with her merry old uncle Sir
Toby. This same Sir Toby dearly loved a practical joke, and knowing
Sir Andrew to be an arrant coward, he thought that if he could bring off
a duel between him and Cesario, there would be brave sport indeed. So
he induced Sir Andrew to send a challenge, which he himself took to
Cesario. The poor page, in great terror, saidâ€” ;
â€œT will return again to the house, I am no fighter.â€
â€œ Back you shall not to the house,â€ said Sir Toby, â€œunless you fight
me first.â€ .
And as he looked a very fierce old gentleman, Viola thought it best
to await Sir Andrewâ€™s coming ; and when he at last made his appearance,
in a great fright, if the truth had been known, she tremblingly drew
her sword, and Sir Andrew in like fear followed her example. Happily
for them both, at this moment some officers of the Court came on the
scene, and stopped the intended duel. Viola gladly made off with what
speed she might, while Sir Toby called after herâ€”
â€œ A very paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare !â€
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Now, while these things were happening, Sebastian had escaped all
the dangers of the deep, and had landed safely in Illyria, where he
determined to make his way to the Dukeâ€™s Court. On his way thither
â€˜he passed Oliviaâ€™s house just as Viola had left it in such a hurry, and
whom should he meet but Sir Andrew and Sir Toby? Sir Andrew, mis-
taking Sebastian for the cowardly Cesario, took his courage in both hands,
and walking up to him struck him, saying, â€œ Thereâ€™s for you.â€
â€œWhy, thereâ€™s for you ; and there, and there !â€ said Sebastian, hitting
back a great deal harder, and again and again, till Sir Toby came to the
rescue of his friend. Sebastian, however, tore himself free from Sir Tobyâ€™s
clutches, and drawing his sword would have fought them both, but that
Olivia herself, having heard of the quarrel, came running in, and with
many reproaches sent Sir Toby and his friend away. Then turning to
Sebastian, whom she too thought to be Cesario, she besought him with
many a pretty speech to come into the house with her.
Sebastian, half dazed and all delighted with her beauty and grace,
readily consented, and that very day, so great was Oliviaâ€™s haste, they
were married before she had discovered that he was not Cesario, or
Sebastian was quite certain whether or not he was in a dream.
Meanwhile Orsino, hearing how ill Cesario sped with Olivia, visited
her himself, taking Cesario with him. Olivia met them before her door,
and seeing, as she thought, her husband there, reproached him for leaving
her, while to the Duke she said that his suit was as fat and wholesome
to her as howling after music.
â€œStill so cruel?â€ said Orsino.
â€œ Still so constant,â€ she answered.
Then Orsinoâ€™s anger growing to cruelty, he vowed that, to be re-
venged on her, he would kill Cesario, whom he knew she loved.
â€œCome boy,â€ he said to the page.
And Viola, following him as he moved away, said, â€œI, to do you rest,
a thousand deaths would die.â€
A great fear took hold on Olivia, and she cried aloud, â€œ Cesario,
husband, stay !â€
â€œHer husband?â€ asked the Duke, angrily.
â€œNo, my lord, not I,â€ said Viola.
â€˜Call forth the holy father,â€ cried Olivia.
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And the priest who had married Sebastian and Olivia, coming in,
declared Cesario to be the bridegroom.
â€œOQ thou dissembling cub!â€ the Duke exclaimed. â€œFarewell, and
take her, but go where thou and I henceforth may never meet.â€
At this moment Sir Andrew came up with bleeding crown, com-
plaining that Cesario had broken his head, and Sir Toby's as well.
â€œT never hurt you,â€ said Viola, very positively ; â€œ you drew your
sword on me, but 1 bespoke you fair, and hurt you not.â€
Yet, for all her protesting, no one there believed her; but all their
thoughts were on a sudden changed to wonder, when Sebastian came in.
â€œTam sorry, madam,â€ he said to his wife, â€œI have hurt your kins-
man. Pardon me, sweet, even for the vows we made each other so late
â€œOne face, one voice, one habit, and two persons!â€ cried the Duke,
looking first at Viola, and then at Sebastian.
â€œ An apple cleft in two,â€ said one who knew Sebastian, â€˜â€˜is not more
twin than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ?â€
â€œT never had
a brother,â€™ said
Sebastian. â€œI had
a sister, whom the
â€˜blind waves and
surges have de-
voured.â€ â€œ Were
you a woman,â€ he
said to Viola, â€œI
should let my tears
fall upon your
cheek, and say,
Then Viola, re-
joicing to see her
dear brother alive,
confessed that she
was indeed his
74 TWELFTH NIGHT.
sister, Viola. As she spoke, Orsino felt the pity that is akin to
* Boy,â€ he said, â€œthou hast said to me a thousand times thou never
shouldst love woman like to me.â€
â€˜And all those sayings will I over-swear,â€ Viola replied, â€˜â€˜and all
those swearings keep true.â€
â€œGive me thy hand,â€ Orsino cried in gladness. â€˜Thou shalt be my
wife, and my fancyâ€™s queen.â€
Thus was the gentle Viola made happy, while Olivia found in
Sebastian a constant lover, and a good husband, and he in her a true
and loving wife.
AS YOU LIKE IT.
HERE was once a wicked Duke, named Frederick, who took the
dukedom that should have belonged to his brother, and kept it
for himself, sending his brother into exile. His brother went into the
Forest of Arden, where he lived the life of a bold forester, as Robin Hood
did in Sherwood Forest in our England.
The banished Dukeâ€™s daughter, Rosalind, remained with Celia,
Frederickâ€™s daughter, and the two loved each other more than most
sisters. One day there was a wrestling match at Court, and Rosalind
and Celia went to see it. Charles, a celebrated wrestler, was there, who
had killed many men in contests of this kind. The young man he was
to wrestle with was so slender and youthful, that Rosalind and Celia
thought he would surely be killed, as others had been; so they spoke
to him, and asked him not to attempt so dangerous an adventure ; but
76 AS YOU LIKE IT.
the only etiect of their words was to m-ke him wish to come off well in
the encounter, so as to win praise from such sweet ladies.
Orlando, like Rosalindâ€™s father, was being kept out of his inheritance
by his brother, and was so sad at his brother's unkindness that, until he
saw Rosalind, he did not care much whether he lived or died. But now
the sight of the fair Rosalind gave him strength and courage, so that he
did marvellously, and at last, threw Charles to such a tune, that the
wrestler had to be carried off the ground. Duke Frederick was pleased
with his courage, and asked his name.
â€œMy name is Orlando, and I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland
de Boys,â€ said the young man. . .
Now Sir Rowland de Boys, when he was alive, had been a good
friend to the banished Duke, so that Frederick heard with regret whose
son Orlando was, and would not befriend him, and went away in a very
bad temper. But Rosalind was delighted to hÃ©ar that this handsome
young stranger was the son of her fatherâ€™s old friend, and as they were
going away, she turned back more than once to say another kind word
to the brave young man.
â€œGentleman,â€ she said, giving him a chain from her neck, â€œ wear
this for me. I could give more, but that my hand lacks means.â€
Then when she was going, Orlando could not speak, so much was
he overcome by the magic of her beauty ; but when she was gone, he said,
â€œI wrestled with Charles, and overthrew him, and now I myself am
conquered. Oh, heavenly Rosalind !â€
Rosalind and Celia, when they were alone, began to talk about the
handsome wrestler, and Rosalind confessed that she loved him at first
â€œCome, come,â€ said Celia, â€œ wrestle with thy affections.â€
â€œOh,â€ answered Rosalind, â€œthey take the part of a better wrestler
than myself. Look, here comes the Duke.â€
â€œWith his eyes full of anger,â€ said Celia.
â€œYou must leave the Court at once,â€ he said to Rosalind.
â€œWhy ?â€ she asked.â€
â€œNever mind why,â€ answered the Duke, â€œ you are banished.â€
â€œPronounce that sentence then on me, my lord,â€ said Celia. â€œI
cannot live out of her company.â€
2ROSALIND GIVES ORLANDO THE CHAIN,
78 AS YOU LIKE IT.
â€œYou are a foolish girl,â€ answered her father. â€˜ You, Rosalind, if
within ten days you are found within twenty miles of my Court, you die.â€
So Rosalind set out to seek her father, the banished Duke, in the
Forest of Arden. Celia loved her too much to let her go alone, and as it
was rather a dangerous journey, Rosalind, being the taller, dressed up as
a young countryman, and her cousin as a country girl, and Rosalind said
that she would be called Ganymede, and Celia, Aliena. They were very
tired when at. last they came to the Forest of Arden, and as they were
sitting on the grass, almost dying with fatigue, a countryman passed that
way, and Ganymede asked him if he could get them food. He did so,
and told them that a shepherdâ€™s flocks and house were to be sold. They
bought these with the money they had brought with them, and settled
down as shepherd and shepherdess in the forest.
(Ga In the meantime,
| GAEL S Orlandoâ€™s brother,
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We Oliver, having sought
MWe OFX ae
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Lv Sf also wandered into the
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Lge orn tie SS ceived, stayed with
him. Now, Orlando
could think of nothing
but Rosalind, and he
went about the forest,
carving her name on
trees, and writing love
sonnets and hanging
them on the bushes,
and there Rosalind
and Celia found them.
e=One day Orlando met
them, but he did not
know Rosalind in her
boyâ€™s clothes, though
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he liked the pretty shepherd youth, because he fancied a likeness in him
to her he loved. i
â€˜â€˜There is a foolish lover,â€ said Rosalind, â€œwho haunts these woods
and hangs sonnets on the trees. If I could find him, I would soon cure
him of his folly.â€
Orlando confessed that he was this foolish lover, and Rosalind saidâ€”
â€œTf you will come and see me every day, I will pretend to be Rosalind,
and you shall come and court me, as you would if I were really your
lady ; and I will take her part, and be wayward and contrary, as is the
way of women, till I make you ashamed of your folly in loving her.â€
And go every day he went to her house, and took a pleasure in
saying to her all the pretty things he would have said to Rosalind ; and
she had the fine and secret joy of knowing that all his love-words came
to the right ears. Thus many days passed pleasantly away.
Rosalind met the Duke one day, and the Duke asked her what
family â€œhe came from.â€ And Rosalind, forgetting that she was dressed
as a peasant boy, answered that she came of as good parentage as the
Duke did, which made him smile.
One morning, as Orlando was going to visit Ganymede, he saw a
man asleep on the ground, and a large serpent had wound itself round
his neck. Orlando came nearer, and the serpent glided away. Then he
saw that there was a lioness crouching near, waiting for the man who was
asleep, to wake: for they say that lions will not prey on anything that is
dead or sleeping. Then Orlando looked at the man, and saw that it was
his wicked brother, Oliver, who had tried to take his life. At first he
thought to leave him to his fate, but the faith and honour of a gentleman
withheld him from this wickedness. He fought with the lioness and
killed her, and saved his brotherâ€™s life.
While Orlando was fighting the lioness, Oliver woke to see his
brother, whom he had treated so badly, saving him from a wild beast at
the risk of his own life. This made him repent of his wickedness, and he
begged Orlando's pardon with many tears, and from thenceforth they
were dear brothers. The lioness had wounded Orlandoâ€™s arm so much,
that he could not go on to see the shepherd, so he sent his brother to ask
Ganymede (â€œ whom I do call my Rosalind,â€ he added) to come to him.
Oliver went and told the whole story to Ganymede and Aliena, and
80 AS YOU LIKE IT.
Aliena was so charmed with his manly way of confessing his faults, that
she fell in love with him at once. But when Ganymede heard of the
danger Orlando had been in, she fainted; and when she came to herself,
said truly enough, â€œI should have been a woman by right.â€ Oliver went
back to his brother and told him all this, saying, â€œI love Aliena so well,
that I will give up my estates to you and marry her, and live here as a
â€œLet your wedding be to-morrow,â€ said Orlando, â€œand I will ask
the Duke and his friends. Go to the shepherdessâ€”she is alone, for here
comes her brother.â€
And sure enough Ganymede was coming through the wood towards
them. When Orlando told Ganymede how his brother was to be married
on the morrow, he added: â€œOh, how bitter a thing it is to look into
happiness through another manâ€™s eyes.â€
Then answered Rosalind, still in Ganymedeâ€™s dress and speaking
with his voiceâ€”â€˜â€œâ€˜ If you do love Rosalind so near the heart, then when
your brother marries Aliena, shall you marry her. I will set her before
your eyes, human as she is, and without any danger.â€
â€˜Do you mean it?â€ cried Orlando.
â€œ By my life I do,â€ answered Rosalind. â€œTherefore, put on your
best array and bid your friends to come, for if you will be married to-
morrow, you shall,â€”and to Rosalind, if you will.â€
Now the next day the Duke and his followers, and Orlando, and
Oliver, and Aliena, were all gathered together for the wedding.
â€œDo you believe, Orlando,â€ said the Duke, â€œthat the boy can do all
that he has promised ?â€
â€œâ€œT sometimes do believe and sometimes do not,â€ said Orlando.
Then Ganymede came in and said to the Duke, â€œIf I bring in
your daughter Rosalind, will you give her to Orlando here ?â€
â€œThat I would,â€ said the Duke, â€œif I had all kingdoms to give
â€œAnd you say you-will have her when I bring her?â€ she said to
â€œThat would I,â€ he answered, â€œwere I king of all kingdoms.â€
- Then Rosalind and Celia went out, and Rosalind put on her pretty
womenâ€™s clothes again, and after a while came back.
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She turned to her fatherâ€”â€˜â€˜I give eye to you, for I am yours.â€
â€œTf there be truth in sight,â€ he said, â€œ you are my daughter.â€
Then she said to Orlando, â€œI give myself to you, for I am yours.â€
â€œTf there be truth in sight,â€ he said, â€œ you are my Rosalind.â€
â€˜â€œT will have no father if you be not he,â€ she said to the Duke, and
to Orlando, â€˜â€œâ€˜ I will have no husband if you be not he.â€
So Orlando and Rosalind were married, and Oliver and Celia, and
they lived happy ever after, returning with the Duke to the dukedom.
For Frederick had been
shown by a holy her-
mit the wickedness of
his ways, and so gave
back the dukedom of
his brother, and himself
went into a monastery
to pray for forgiveness.
The wedding: was
& merry one, in the
mossy glades of the
forest, where the green
leaves danced in the
sun, and the birds
sang their sweetest
wedding hymns for the
new - married .
folk. A shep-
herd and shep-
when she was
guised as a
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on the same day, and all with such pretty feastings and merry-
makings as could be nowhere within four walls, but only in the beautiful
This is one of the songs which Orlando made about his Rosalindâ€”
From the east to western Ind,
No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
And all the pictures, fairest lined,
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no fair be kept in mind,
But the fair of Rosalind.
ERICLES, the Prince of Tyre, was unfortunate enough to make an
enemy of Antiochus, the powerful and wicked King of Antioch ;
and so great was the danger in which he stood that, on the advice of his
trusty counsellor, Lord Helicanus, he determined to travel about the
world for atime. He came to this decision despite the fact that, by the
death of his father, he was now King of Tyre. So he set sail for Tarsus,
appointing Helicanus Regent during his absence. That he did wisely in
thus leaving his kingdom was soon made clear.
Hardly had he sailed on his voyage, when Lord Thaliard arrived from
Antioch with instructions from his royal master to kill Pericles. The
faithful Helicanus soon discovered the deadly purpose of this wicked
lord, and at once sent messengers to Tarsus to warn the king of the
danger which threatened him.
The people of Tarsus were in such poverty and distress that Pericles,
feeling that he could find no safe refuge there, put to sea again. But a
dreadful storm overtook the ship in which he was, and the good vessel
was wrecked and split to pieces, while of all on board only Pericles was
saved, and he in sorry plight indeed. Bruised and wet and faint, he was
flung upon the cruel rocks on the coast of Pentapolis, the country of the
good King Simonides. Worn out as he was, he looked for nothing but
death, and that speedily. But some fishermen, coming down to the
beach, found him there, and gave him clothes and bade him be of good
â€œThou shalt come home with me,â€ said one of them, â€œ and we will
have flesh for holidays, fish for fasting days, and moreoâ€™er, puddings and
flapjacks, and thou shalt be welcome.â€
Pericles, touched by their kindness, took heart of grace, and
the love of life came back to him. They told him that on the morrow
many princes and knights were going to the Kingâ€™s Court, there to
joust and tourney for the love of his daughter, the beautiful Princess
â€œDid but my fortunes equal my desires,â€ said Pericles, â€œI'd wish
to make one there.â€
As he spoke, some of the fishermen came by, drawing their net, and
it dragged heavily, resisting all their efforts, but at last they hauled it in
to find that it contained a suit of rusty armour; and looking at it, he
blessed Fortune for her kindness, for he saw that it was his own, which
had been given to him by his dead father. He begged the fishermen to
let him have it, that he might go to Court and take part in the tourna-
ment, promising that if ever his ill fortunes bettered, he would reward
them well. The fishermen readily consented, and being thus fully
equipped, Pericles set off in his rusty armour to the Kingâ€™s Court.
The device on his shield was a withered branch that was only green
on the top, and the motto â€œIn hac spe vivoâ€ (In this hope I
â€˜â€œâ€œA pretty moral,â€ said Simonides to his daughter. â€œFrom the
dejected state wherein he is, he hopes by you his fortunes yet may
In the tournament none bore himself so well as Pericles, and he won
the wreath of victory, which the fair Princess herself placed on his brows.
Then at her fatherâ€™s command she asked him who he was, and whence he
came ; and he answered that he was a knight of Tyre, by name Pericles,
but he did not tell her that he was the King of that country, for he
knew that if once his whereabouts became known to Antiochus, his life
would not be worth a pinâ€™s purchase. Nevertheless Thaisa loved him
dearly, and the King was so pleased with his courage and graceful
bearing that he gladly permitted his daughter to have her own
way, when she told him she would marry the stranger knight
Thus Fortune was kind and gracious to Pericles, and he became
the husband of the fair lady for whose sake he had striven with the
knights who came in all their bravery to joust and tourney for
Meanwhile the wicked King Antiochus had died, and the people in
Tyre, hearing no news of their King; urged Lord Helicanus to ascend
the vacant throne.- But Helicanus was loyal to his sovereign, and for
all their urging they could only get him to promise that he would
become their King, if at the end of a year Pericles did not come
back. Moreover, he sent forth messengers far and wide in search of the
Some of these made their way to Pentapolis, and finding their King
there, told him how discontented his people were at his long absence, and
that, Antiochus being dead, there was nothing now to hinder him from
returning to his kingdom. Then Pericles told his wife and father-in-law
who he really was, and they and all the subjects of Simonides greatly
rejoiced to know that the gallant husband of Thaisa was a King in
his own right. So Pericles set sail with his dear wife for his native
But once more the sea was cruel to him, for again a dreadful storm
broke out, and while it was at its height, a servant came to tell him that
a little daughter was born to him. This news would have made his heart
glad indeed, but that the servant went on to add that his wifeâ€”his dear,
dear Thaisaâ€”was dead.
While he was praying the gods to be good to his little baby girl, the
sailors came to him, declaring that the dead Queen must be thrown
overboard, for they believed that the storm would never cease so long as
a dead body remained in the vessel.
Pericles, though he despised their superstitious fears, was obliged
to yield to them. So Thaisa was laid in a big chest with spices
and jewels, and a scroll on which the sorrowful King wrote these
â€œ Here I give to understand, za 2 st
(If eâ€™er this coffin drive a-land) Re EEE eZ Ze Se
I, King Pericles, have lost BA WY
This Queen worth all our mundane cost. Be va Ã© i =
Who finds her, give her burying ; ea ) 7 (Ag,
She was the daughter of a king ; ze a WEEN. by
Besides this treasure for a fee, i Wy ff i
The gods requite his charity ! â€ F
Then the chest was cast into the fs t
sea, and the waves taking it, by and by
washed it ashore at Ephesus, where it
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named Cerimon. He at once ordered it ==> 7 4B A
to be opened, and when he saw what it SSE J se i
held, and how lovely Thaisa looked, he = Ail Ã©f i
doubted if she were dead, and took ] | i
immediate steps to restore her. Then a great wonder | | I
happened, for she, who had been thrown into the i | | i
sea as dead, came back to life. But feeling sure
that she would never see her husband again, Thaisa
retired from the world, and became a priestess of the goddess
While these things were happening, Pericles went on to Tarsus with
his little daughter, whom he called Marina, because she had been born at.
sea. Leaving her in the hands of his old friend, the Governor of Tarsus,
the King sailed for his own dominions, where his people received him
with hearty welcome.
Now Dionyza, the wife of the Governor of Tarsus, was a jealous and
wicked woman, and finding that the young Princess grew up a more
accomplished and charming girl than her own daughter, she determined
to take Marinaâ€™s life. So when Marina was fourteen, Dionyza ordered
one of her servants to take her away and kill her. This villain would
have done so, but that he was interrupted by some pirates who came in
and carried Marina off to sea with them, and took her to Mitylene, where
they sold her as a slave. Yet such were her goodness, her grace, and her
beauty, that she soon became honoured there, and Lysimachus, the young
Governor, fell deep in love with her, and would have married her, but