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Authors: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Against your vain assault.
My honor is a ring like that:
my chastity is the jewel of our house,
handed down through many generations;
it would be the greatest disgrace in the world
for me to lose it: so your own true words
have summoned up honor to come and defend me
against your vain attack.
BERTRAM
Here, take my ring:
My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine,
And I'll be bid by thee.
Here, take my ring:
my family, my honor, yes and my life, are all yours,
and I'm at your orders.
DIANA
When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window:
I'll order take my mother shall not hear.
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them
When back again this ring shall be deliver'd:
And on your finger in the night I'll put
Another ring, that what in time proceeds
May token to the future our past deeds.
Adieu, till then; then, fail not. You have won
A wife of me, though there my hope be done.
Come and knock on my bedroom window at midnight:
I'll take precautions to make sure my mother cannot hear.
Now you must promise me you will do this:
when you have triumphed in my virgin's bed,
you must only stay there an hour, and you must not speak to me:
I have the strongest reasons for this; and you will know them
when this ring is given back to you:
I'll put another ring on your finger
in the night, that in the fullness of time
might show our past deeds in the future.
Goodbye, until then; do not fail then. You have persuaded me
to act like a wife, even though doing so means I will never be one.
BERTRAM
A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
Persuading you has given me a heaven on earth.
Exit
DIANA
For which live long to thank both heaven and me!
You may so in the end.
My mother told me just how he would woo,
As if she sat in 's heart; she says all men
Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me
When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him
When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid,
Marry that will, I live and die a maid:
Only in this disguise I think't no sin
To cozen him that would unjustly win.
Exit
And may you live long to thank both heaven and me!
You may do so in the end.
My mother told me exactly what he would say,
as if she could see into his heart; she says all men
say the same things: he swore that he would marry me
when his wife's dead; the only place I'll sleep with him
will be the grave. Since Frenchmen are so deceitful,
let those who want to get married, I will live and die a virgin:
but I don't think it's wrong to use these tricks
to deceive the one who is trying to win something he shouldn't.
Enter the two French Lords and some two or three Soldiers
First Lord
You have not given him his mother's letter?
Haven't you given him his mother's letter?
Second Lord
I have delivered it an hour since: there is
something in't that stings his nature; for on the
reading it he changed almost into another man.
I delivered it an hour ago: there is
something in it that really hurt him; when he
read it he became almost a different person.
First Lord
He has much worthy blame laid upon him for shaking
off so good a wife and so sweet a lady.
He is much criticised, and rightly so, for rejecting
such a good wife and such a sweet lady.
Second Lord
Especially he hath incurred the everlasting
displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his
bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a
thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you.
Especially as he has incurred the everlasting
annoyance of the King, who was ready to
provide for his happiness. I will tell you
something, but keep it under your hat.
First Lord
When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the
grave of it.
Whatever you say will go no further.
Second Lord
He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in
Florence, of a most chaste renown; and this night he
fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour: he hath
given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself
made in the unchaste composition.
He has twisted a young gentlewoman here in
Florence, who has a very chaste reputation; and tonight
his wishes will become flesh when he takes her virginity: he has
given her his family ring, and thinks that he has
got a good deal in exchange.
First Lord
Now, God delay our rebellion! as we are ourselves,
what things are we!
May God stop us from rebelling! What creatures
human beings are!
Second Lord
Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course
of all treasons, we still see them reveal
themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends,
so he that in this action contrives against his own
nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows himself.
We are traitors to ourselves. And as is the case with all
treason, we still see them showing
themselves, until they achieve their vile purpose,
so that in his action he goes against his own
nobility, and swamps his good character.
First Lord
Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of
our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his
company to-night?
Isn't it designated a sin, to boast of
our unlawful plans? So he won't be with us
tonight?
Second Lord
Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour.
Not until after midnight; he'll stick to his date.
First Lord
That approaches apace; I would gladly have him see
his company anatomized, that he might take a measure
of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had
set this counterfeit.
That is coming on quickly; I would have liked him to see
his companion examined, so that he could think about
the validity of his judgment, which made him place such value
on this fake.
Second Lord
We will not meddle with him till he come; for his
presence must be the whip of the other.
We won't start the business until he comes; his
presence is needed for the punishment.
First Lord
In the mean time, what hear you of these wars?
In the meantime, what have you heard about the war?
Second Lord
I hear there is an overture of peace.
I hear moves have been made for peace.
First Lord
Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded.
No, I can assure you peace has been agreed.
Second Lord
What will Count Rousillon do then? will he travel
higher, or return again into France?
What will Count Rousillon do then? Will he
carry on with his travels, or go back to France?
First Lord
I perceive, by this demand, you are not altogether
of his council.
I see from your question that you are not quite
in his inner circle.
Second Lord
Let it be forbid, sir; so should I be a great deal
of his act.
God forbid it, sir; if I was I would be an accessory to his actions.
First Lord
Sir, his wife some two months since fled from his
house: her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques
le Grand; which holy undertaking with most austere
sanctimony she accomplished; and, there residing, the
tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her
grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and
now she sings in heaven.
Sir, his wife left his house some two months ago:
her reason is to make a pilgrimage to great St James;
she completed this holy task with strict devotion;
and, living there, her tender spirit fell victim to her grief;
to sum up, her last breath was a groan, and
now she sings in heaven.
Second Lord
How is this justified?
Have you had proof of this?
First Lord
The stronger part of it by her own letters, which
makes her story true, even to the point of her
death: her death itself, which could not be her
office to say is come, was faithfully confirmed by
the rector of the place.
Most of it through her own letters, which
prove her story, even up to her death:
obviously she could not report her own death,
but it was confirmed by the clergyman in charge.
Second Lord
Hath the count all this intelligence?
And does the count know all this?
First Lord
Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from
point, so to the full arming of the verity.
Yes, and all the details, in every
particular, guaranteeing the truth.
Second Lord
I am heartily sorry that he'll be glad of this.
I regret to say that he will be happy about this.
First Lord
How mightily sometimes we make us comforts of our losses!