Act 1 - Scene 3
Enter DON JOHN and CONRADE
What the good-year, my lord! why are you thus out
of measure sad?
There is no measure in the occasion that breeds;
therefore the sadness is without limit.
You should hear reason.
And when I have heard it, what blessing brings it?
If not a present remedy, at least a patient
I wonder that thou, being, as thou sayest thou art,
born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral
to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide
what I am: I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's
jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no
man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour.
Yea, but you must not make the full show of this
till you may do it without controlment. You have of
stood out against your brother, and he hath
ta'en you newly into his grace; where it is
impossible you should
take true root but by the
fair weather that you make yourself: it is needful
that you frame the season for
your own harvest.
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering
honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised
with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my
liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.
Can you make no use of your discontent?
I make all use of it, for I use it only.
Who comes here?
What news, Borachio?
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