. Complete works of William Shakespeare . , young men, maids, 570Who, having no external thing to loseBut the wordc maid, cheats the poor maid of that,That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity,Commodity, the bias of the world,The world, who of itself is peised well,Made to run even upon even ground,Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,This sway of motion, this Commodity,Makes it take head from all indifferency,From all direction, purpose, course, intent: 580 And this same bias, this Commodity,This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,Clappd on the outward eye of fickle France
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . , young men, maids, 570Who, having no external thing to loseBut the wordc maid, cheats the poor maid of that,That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity,Commodity, the bias of the world,The world, who of itself is peised well,Made to run even upon even ground,Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,This sway of motion, this Commodity,Makes it take head from all indifferency,From all direction, purpose, course, intent: 580 And this same bias, this Commodity,This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,Clappd on the outward eye of fickle France,Hath drawn him from his own determined aid,From a resolved and honourable war,To a most base and vile-concluded why rail I on this Commodity ?But for because he hath not wood me yet;Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,When his fair angels would salute my palm; 590 But for my hand, as unattempted yet,Like a poor beggar, raileth on the , whiles I am a beggar, I will railAnd say there is no sin but to be rich; 35. Act in. ifting Jobm And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary. Since kings break faith upon commodity, Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee. [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I.—The French Kings pavilion. Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury. Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace!False blood to false blood joind! gone to be friends!Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those prov-inces?It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard;Be well advised, tell oer thy tale again:It cannot be; thou dost but say t is so:I trust I may not trust thee; for thy wordIs but the vain breath of a common man:Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;I have a kings oath to the contrary. 10 Thou shalt be punishd for thus frighting me,For I am sick and capable of fears,Oppressd with wrongs and therefore full of fears/A widow, husbandless, subject to fears,A woman, naturally born to fears;And though thou now confess thou didst but j
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