If thou dost break her virgin knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be ministered,
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow, but barren hate,
...The strong'st suggestion,
Our worser genius can... shall never melt
Mine honor into lust
Before you can say "Come" and "Go,"...Each one, tripping on his toe,...Will be here with mop and mow.
Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas;...
—the Queen o' th' Sky bids thee leave these,
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows
And be a boy right out.
Honor, riches, marriage, blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you.
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest.
Scarcity and want shall shun you.
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself—
Yea, all which it inherit—shall dissolve,
They my lowing followed through
Toothed briers, sharp furzes, pricking gorse, and thorns,
Which entered their frail shins.
A devil, a born devil on whose nature
Nurture can never stick, on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost.
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
Even to roaring.
Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the jack with us.
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy ___,
For aye thy foot-licker.
Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
With agèd cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
Than pard or cat o' mountain.