Time allowed: three hours
Answer THREE questions, ONE from EACH SECTION (all three questions carry equal marks). Do NOT present substantially the same material in any two answers, whether on this paper or in any other parts of your examination.
a)
OLIVIA Give me leave, beseech you. I did send
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you. So did I abuse
Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you.
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you in a shameful cunning
Which you knew none of yours. What might you think?
Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
And baited it with all th’unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
Enough is shown; a cypress, not a bosom,
Hides my heart: so, let me here you speak.
VIOLA I pity you.
OLIVIA That’s a degree to love.
VIOLA No, not a grise; for, ’tis a vulgar proof
That very oft we pity enemies.
OLIVIA Why then, methinks ’tis time to smile again.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf!
[clock strikes]
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth; I will not have you —
And yet when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man.
There lies your way, due west.
VIOLA Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship!
You’ll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
OLIVIA Stay!
I prithee tell me what thou think’st of me.
VIOLA That you do think you are not what you are.
OLIVIA If I think so, I think the same of you.
VIOLA Then think you right: I am not what I am.
OLIVIA I would you were as I would have you be.
VIOLA Would it be better, madam, than I am?
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
OLIVIA [Aside] O what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murd’rous guilt shows not itself more soon,
Than love that would seem hid. Love’s night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and everything,
I love thee so that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;
But rather reason thus with reason fetter:
Love sought is good, but giv’n unsought is better.
b)
BAPTISTA Is’t possible you will away to-night?
PETRUCHIO I must away to-day before night come.
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife.
Dine with the father, drink a health to me,
For I must hence, and farewell to you all.
TRANIO Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
PETRUCHIO It may not be.
GREMIO Let me entreat you.
PETRUCHIO It cannot be.
KATHERINA Let me entreat you.
PETRUCHIO I am content.
KATHERINA Are you content to stay?
PETRUCHIO I am content you shall entreat me stay —
But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.
KATHERINA Now, if you love me, stay.
PETRUCHIO Grumio, my horse.
GRUMIO Ay, sir, they be ready — the oats have eaten the horses.
KATHERINA Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day,
Nor to-morrow, till I please myself.
The door is open, sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging while your boots are green;
For me, I’ll not be gone, till I please myself.
’Tis like you’ll prove a jolly, surly groom
That take it on you at the first so roundly.
PETRUCHIO O, Kate, content thee, prithee, be not angry.
KATHERINA I will be angry — what hast thou to do?
Father, be quiet — he shall stay my leisure.
GREMIO Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.
KATHERINA Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
I see a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to resist.
c)
LEATHERHEAD What do you lack, gentlemen? What is’t you buy? Rattles, drums, babies —
BUSY Peace, with thy apocraphal wares, thou profane publican — thy bells, thy dragons, and thy Toby’s dogs. Thy hobby-horse is an idol, a very idol, a fierce and rank idol; and thou the Nebuchadnezzar , the proud Nebuchadnezzar of the Fair, that sett’st it up, for children to fall down to and worship.
LEATHERHEAD Cry you mercy, sir, will you buy a fiddle to fill up your noise?
[Enter Littlewit, Win]
LITTLEWIT Look, Win; do look o’ God’s name, and save your longing. Here be fine sights.
PURECRAFT Ay, child, so you hate ’em, as our brother Zeal does, you may look on ’em.
LEATHERHEAD Or what do you say to a drum, sir?
BUSY It is the broken belly of the Beast, and thy bellows there are his lungs, and these pipes are his throat, those feathers are of his tail, and thy rattles the gnashing of his teeth.
TRASH And what’s my gingerbread, I pray you?
BUSY The provender that pricks him up. Hence with thy basket of popery, thy nest of images, and whole legend of ginger-work.
LEATHERHEAD Sir, if you be not quiet the quicklier, I’ll ha’ you clapped fairly by the heels, for disturbing the Fair.
BUSY The sin of the Fair provokes me, I cannot be silent.
PURECRAFT Good brother Zeal!
LEATHERHEAD Sir, I’ll make you silent, believe it.
LITTLEWIT I’d give you a shilling you could, i’ faith, friend.
LEATHERHEAD Sir, give me your shilling; I’ll give you my shop if I do not, and I’ll leave it in pawn with you, i’ the mean time.
LITTLEWIT A match, i’ faith’ but do it quickly, then.
[Exit Leatherhead]
BUSY [He speaks to the widow] Hinder me not, woman. I was moved in spirit, to be here, this day, in this Fair, this wicked and foul Fair — and fitter may it be called a foul than a Fair — to protest against the abuses of it, the foul abuses of it, in regard of the afflicted saints, that are troubled, very much troubled, exceedingly troubled, with the opening of the merchandise of Babylon again, and the peeping of popery upon the stalls here, here in the high places. See you not Goldylocks, the purple strumpet, there? In her yellow gown, and green sleeves? The profane pipes, the tinkling timbrels? A shop of relics!
LITTLEWIT Pray you, forebear, I am put in trust with ’em.
BUSY And this idolatrous grove of images, this flasket of idols! Which I will pull down — [Overthrows the gingerbread]
TRASH O my ware, my ware, God bless it.
BUSY — in my zeal, and glory to be thus exercised.
[LEATHERHEAD enters with officers]
LEATHERHEAD Here he is. Pray you lay hold on his zeal; we cannot sell a whistle, for him, in tune. Stop his noise first!
d)
KITELY Do you see that fellow, brother Downright?
DOWNRIGHT Aye, what of him?
KITELY He is a jewel, brother.
I took him of a child, up, at my door,
And christened him, gave him mine own name, Thomas;
Since bred him at the Hospital; where proving
A toward imp, I called him home, and taught him
So much, as I have made him my cashier,
And given him, who had none, a surname, Cash;
And find him in his place so full of faith
That I durst trust my life into his hands.
DOWNRIGHT So would not I in any bastard’s, brother —
As it is like he is — although I knew
Myself his father. But you said y’had somewhat
To tell me, gentle brother: what is’t? What is’t?
KITELY Faith, I am very loath to utter it,
As fearing, it may hurt your patience:
But that I know your judgement is of strength,
Against the nearness of affection
DOWNRIGHT What need this circumstance? Pray you be direct.
KITELY I will not say how much I do ascribe
Unto your friendship; nor, in what regard
I hold your love; but, let my past behaviour,
And usage of your sister, but confirm
How well I’ve been affected to your —
DOWNRIGHT You are too tedious, come to the matter, the matter.
KITELY Then, without further ceremony, thus.
My brother Wellbred, sir, I know not how,
Of late is much declined in what he was,
And greatly altered in his disposition.
When he came first to lodge here in my house,
Ne’er trust me if I were not proud of him:
Methought he bare himself in such a fashion,
So full of man, and sweetness in his carriage,
And (what was chief) it showed not borrowed in him,
But all he did became him as his own,
And seemed as perfect, proper, and possessed
As breath with life, or colour with the blood.
But now, his course is so irregular,
So loose, affected, and deprived of grace,
And he himself withal so far fall’n off
From that first place, as scarce no note remains,
To tell men’s judgements where he lately stood.
He’s grown a stranger to all due respect,
Forgetful of his friends, and not content
To stale himself in all societies,
He makes my home here common as a mart,
A theatre, a public receptacle
For giddy humour, and diseased riot.
e)
[Enter Morose and Dauphine]
MOROSE O my cursed angel, that instructed me to this fate!
DAUPHINE Why, sir?
MOROSE That I should be seduced by so foolish a devil as a barber will make!
DAUPHINE I would I had been worthy, sir, to have partaken your counsel; you should never have trusted it to such a minister.
MOROSE Would I could redeem it with the loss of an eye, nephew, a hand, or any other member.
DAUPHINE Marry, God forbid, sir, that you should geld yourself to anger your wife.
MOROSE So it would rid me of her! And that I did supererogatory penance, in a belfry, at Westminster Hall, i’ the cockpit, at the fall of a stag, the Tower Wharf — what place is there else? — London Bridge, Paris Garden, Billingsgate, when the noises are at their height and loudest. Nay, I would sit out a play that were nothing but fights at sea, drum, trumpet, and target!
DAUPHINE I hope there shall be no such need, sir. Take patience, good uncle. This is but a day, and ’tis well worn too now.
MOROSE O, ’twill be so forever, nephew, I foresee it, forever. Strife and tumult are the dowry that comes with a wife.
TRUEWIT I told you so, sir, and you would not believe me.
MOROSE Alas, do not rub those wounds, Master Truewit, to blood again; ’twas my negligence. Add not affliction to affliction. I have perceived the effect of it, too late, in Madame Otter.
EPICOENE [Approaching Morose] How do you, sir?
MOROSE Did you ever hear a more unnecessary question? As if she did not see! Why, I do as you see, Empress, Empress.
EPICOENE You are not well, sir! You look very ill! Something has distempered you.
MOROSE O horrible, monstrous impertinencies! Would not one of these have served? Do you think, sir? Would not one of these have served?
TRUEWIT Yes, sir, but these are but notes of female kindness, sir; certain tokens that she has a voice, sir.
MOROSE O, is’t so? Come, an’t be no otherwise — what say you?
EPICOENE How do you feel yourself, sir?
MOROSE Again, that!
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