The Complete Apocryphal Works of William Shakespeare: All 17 Rare Plays in One Edition by William Shakespeare

Author:William Shakespeare
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9788027223848
Publisher: Musaicum Books
Published: 2017-10-16T00:00:00+00:00

LADY COBHAM.

And I, encouraged with your cheerful speech,

Will do the like.

COBHAM.

Pray God poor Harpoole come.

If he should fall into the Bishop’s hands,

Or not remember where we bade him meet us,

It were the thing of all things else, that now

Could breed revolt in this new peace of mind.

LADY COBHAM.

Fear not, my Lord, he’s witty to devise,

And strong to execute a present shift.

COBHAM.

That power be still his guide hath guided us!

My drowsy eyes wax heavy: early rising,

Together with the travel we have had,

Make me that I could gladly take a nap,

Were I persuaded we might be secure.

LADY COBHAM.

Let that depend on me: whilst you do sleep,

I’ll watch that no misfortune happen us.

Lay then your head upon my lap, sweet Lord,

And boldly take your rest.

COBHAM.

I shall, dear wife,

Be too much trouble to thee.

LADY COBHAM.

Urge not that;

My duty binds me, and your love commands.

I would I had the skill with tuned voice

To draw on sleep with some sweet melody,

But imperfection, and unaptness too,

Are both repugnant: fear insert the one,

The other nature hath denied me use.

But what talk I of means to purchase that,

Is freely happened? sleep with gentle hand

Hath shut his eyelids. Oh victorious labour,

How soon thy power can charm the bodies sense?

And now thou likewise climbst unto my brain,

Making my heavy temples stoop to thee.

Great God of heaven from danger keep us free.

[Both sleep.]

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