JAQUES

What should this mean? Rachel open the door. Rachel I must abroad. Lock thy self in, but yet take out the key, That whosoever peeps in at the keyhole, May yet imagine there is none at home. But hark thee Rachel: say a thief should come, And miss the key, he would resoule indeed None were at home, and so break in the rather: Open the door Rachel, set it open daughter; But fit in it thy self: and talk aloud, As if there were some more in house with thee: Put out the fire, kill the chimneys heart, That it may breath no more then a dead man, The more we spare my child, the more we gain. Rachel, Gods light, come to me, Rachel, Rachel! 'Tis safe, 'tis safe, they have notrob'd my treasure. Sir, Gods my life, sir, sir, call me sir. You are most welcome sir, I meant almost; and would your worship speak? Would you abase your self to speak to me? My gold is in his nostrils, he has smelled it, Break breast, break heart, fallen on the earth my entrails, With this same bursting admiration! He knows my gold, he knows of all my treasure, How do you know sir? whereby do you guess? I ask, an't please your Gentle worship, how you know? I mean, how I should make your worship know That I have nothing — To give with my poor daughter? I have nothing: The very air, bounteous to every man, Is scant to me, sir. He thinks so, hark, but think so: He thinks not so, he knows of all my treasure. Yet all is safe within, is none without? No body break my walls? I have no dowry to bestow upon her. That is well, Then I beseech your worship make no question Of that you wish, 'tis too much favour to me. So, he's gone, would all were dead and gone, That I might live with my deer gold alone. Out of my soul another, comes he hither? To me by heaven, Turn ribs to brass, turn voice into a trumpet, To rattle out the battles of my thoughts, One comes to hold me talk, while th'other robs me. And yet 'tis safe: they mean not to use force, But fawning coming. I shall easily know By his next question, if he think me rich, Whom see I? my good Lord? Oh, so, so, so, so, so, this is for gold, Now it is sure, this is my daughters neatness, Makes them believe me rich. No, my good Lord, I'll tell you all; how my poor hapless daughter God that attire she wears from top to toe. Oh yes, good my Lord. Nay sweet Lord pardon me? do not dissemble, Hear your poor beadsman speak; 'tis requisite That I (so huge a beggar) make account Of things that pass my calling: she was born Enjoy nothing underneath the son: But that, if she had more then other beggars She should be envied: I will tell you then How she had all she wears, her warm shoes (God wot) A kind maid gave her, seeing her go barefoot In a cold frosty morning; God requite her; Her homely stockings Oh good my Lord, Mock not the poor, remembers not your Lordship, That poverty is the precious gift of God. As well as riches, tread upon me, rather Then mock my poorness. What Rachel my girl what Rachel; What Rachel, How in my back side? where? what come they for? Where are they? Rachel? thieves, thieves? Stay villain slave: Rachel? untie my dog. Nay thief thou canst not escape. Why Rachel: when I say: let lose my dog? garlic my mastive, let him lose I say. well then deliver, come deliver slave? Oh thou wouldst have me tell thee? wouldst thou show me thy hands, what hast thou in thy hands? Stay are not thy fingers ends begrimd with dirt, no thou hast wiped them. I thou villain? thou art a subtle knave, put off thy shows, come I will see them, give me a knife here Rachel, I'll rip the soles. Orthography, Anatomy? I can feel nothing. Soft sir, you are not yet gone, shake your legs, come, and your arms, be brief, stay let me see these drums, these kill derkins, these bombard slops, what is it crams hem so. Thats true, I had almost forgotten this rug, this hedgehogs nest, this hay mow, this bears skin, this heath, this firsbush. Heart, thou art somewhat eased? half of my fear Hath taken his leave of my, the other half Still keeps possession in despite of hope, Until these amorous eyes, court my fair gold: Dear I come to thee: friend, why art not gone? Avoid my souls vexation, Satan hence? Why dost thou stare on me, why dost thou stay? Why por'st thou on the ground with thievish eyes? What seest thou there, thou cur? what gapest thou at? Hence from my house, Rachel, send garlic forth. Pack, and thank God thou scapest so well away. I cannot see by any Characters Writ on this earth, that any felon foot Hath taken acquaintance of this hallowed ground. None sees me: knees do homage to your Lord. 'Tis safe, 'tis safe, it lies and sleeps so soundly, Twould do one good to look on't. If this bliss Be given to any man that hath much gold, Justly to say 'tis safe, I say 'tis safe. Oh what a heavenly round these two words dance Within me and without me: First I think hem, And then I speak hem, then I watch their found, And drink it greedily with both mine ears, Then think, then speak, then drink their found again, And racket round about this bodies court. These two sweet words: 'tis safe: stay I will feed My other senses, o how sweet it smells Down to thy graven again, thou beauteous Ghost, Angels men say, are spirits: Spirits be Invisible, bright angels are you so? Be you invisible to every eye. Save only these: Sleep, I'll not break your rest, Though you break mine: Dear Saints adieu, adieu: My feet partly from you, but my soul dwells with you. Who calls? whose there? Who calls? What voice is this? no body here, was I not called? I was. And one cried Jaques with a hollow voice, I was deceived, no I was not deceived, See see, it was and Angel called me forth, Gold, gold, man making gold, another star, Drop they from heaven, no, no, my house I hope Is haunted with a Fairy. My deer Lar, My household God, My Fairy on my knees. My Lar does call me, o sweet voice. Musical as the spheres, see, see, more gold. Shut fast my door, a golden crown, Jaques shall be a king. Oh in what golden circle have I dan'st? Milan these odorous and enfloured fields Are none of thine, no heres Elizium, Here blessed ghosts do walk, this is the Court And glorious palace where the God of gold Shines Like the son, of sparkling majesty; Oh fair feathered, my red-brested birds, Come fly with me, isle bring you to a quire, Whose consort being sweetened with your found: The music will be fuller, and each hour These ears shall banquet with your harmony o, o, o, Oh God, the case is altered. Angels? I where? mine Angels? where's my gold? Why Rachel? Oh thou thievish Canibal, Thou eatest my flesh in stealing of my gold. What gold? Rachel call help, come forth, I'll rip thine entrails, but isle have my gold: Rachel why comes thou not? I am undone, Ay me she speaks not, thou hast slain my child. 'Tis too true, Th'ast made away my child, how hast my gold: Oh what Hienna called me out of doors, The thief is gone: my gold's gone, Rachels gone, Al's gone? save I that spend my cries in vain, But isle hence too, and die or end this pain. My gold, my gold, my life, my soul, my heaven, What is become of thee? see, isle impart My miserable lose to my good Lord, Let me have search my Lord, my gold is gone. I know your Lordship may find out my gold, For Gods sake pity me, justice, sweet Lord. Who would think, That looking to my gold with such hares eyes, That ever open, I even when thy sleep, I thus should lose my gold, my noble Lord, what says your Lordship? My most honey gold. Hear me most honoured Lord. And that my gold, being so hid in earth, should be found out. Oh that I could so soon forget to know the thief a gain, that had my gold, my gold. My gold Rachel? my gold? I beseech you madam urge your father. I can be still no longer, my good Lord, Do a poor man some grace amongst all your joys. I am robbed, I am undone my Lord, robbed and undone: A heap of thirty thousand golden crowns, Stolen from me in one minnte, and I fear: By her confederacy, that calls me father, But she's none of mine, therefore sweet Lord: Let her be tortured to confess the truth. No, I disclaim in her, I spit at her, He's gone: I knew it; this is our hight lover, I will believe them! I! they may come in Like simple woers, and be arrant thieves, And I not know them! 'tis not to be told, What servile villainies, men will do for gold, Oh it began to have a huge strong smell, Which lying so long together in a place; I'll give it vent, it shall would shift enough, And if the devil, that envies all goodness, Have told them of my gold, and where I kept it, I'll set his burning nose once more a work, To smell where I removed it, here it is: I'll hide and cover it with this horse-dung: Who will suppose that such a precious ne to Is crowned with such a dunghill excrement? In my deer life, sleep sweetly my deer child. "Scarce lawfully begotten, but yet got, "And thats enough. Rot all hands that come near thee Except mine own. Burn out all eyes that see thee, Except mine own. All thoughts of thee be poison To their enamored hearts, except mine own, I'll take no leave, sweet Prince great Emperor, But see thee every minute, King of Kings, I'll not be rude to thee, and turn my back, In going from thee, but go backward out: With my face towards thee, with humble courtesies, None is within. None overlooks my wall. To have gold, and to have it safe, is all. Mischief and hell, what is this man a spirit, Haunts he my houses ghost? still at my door? He has been at my door, he has been in, In my deer door: pray God my gold be safe. Gods pity, heres another. Rachel, ho Rachel.