Know, Claudio, to thy head, Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me That I am forced to lay my reverence by And, with grey hairs and bruise of many days, Do challenge thee to trial of a man. LEONATO Tush, tush, man never fleer and jest at me: I speak not like a dotard nor a fool, As under privilege of age to brag What I have done being young, or what would do Were I not old. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.ĬLAUDIO Marry, beshrew my hand, If it should give your age such cause of fear: In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. But there is no such man: for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words: No, no 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Bring me a father that so loved his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, And bid him speak of patience Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine And let it answer every strain for strain, As thus for thus and such a grief for such, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: If such a one will smile and stroke his beard, Bid sorrow wag, cry 'hem!' when he should groan, Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk With candle-wasters bring him yet to me, And I of him will gather patience. LEONATO I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve: give not me counsel Nor let no comforter delight mine ear But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO ANTONIO If you go on thus, you will kill yourself: And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief Against yourself.
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