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Enter LANCE leading his dog, Crab | LANCE enters, leading his dog, Crab. |
LANCE Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Lances have this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial’s court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives. My mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pebblestone, and has no more pity in him than a dog. A Jew would have wept to have seen our parting. Why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I’ll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father. No, this left shoe is my father. No, no, this left shoe is my mother. Nay, that cannot be so neither. Yes, it is so, it is so–it hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father. A vengeance on ’t! There ’tis. Now, sir, this staff is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand. This hat is Nan, our maid. I am the dog. No, the dog is himself, and I am the dog—O, the dog is me, and I am myself. Ay, so, so. Now come I to my father: “Father, your blessing.” Now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping. Now should I kiss my father. Well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother. O, that she could speak now like a moved woman! Well, I kiss her. Why there ’tis. Here’s my mother’s breath up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes. Now the dog all this while sheds not a tear nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears. | LNCAE No, it’ll be hist mite rmorotwo reofeb I’ve petspod rygcni. lAl teh besemmr of het ecnLa yifmla aevh stih tuafl. I’ve reveidce my tonipor of eht famyil raitt, jstu klie eth idusropgoi sonenLac, hwo yetrleufnq oncesusf oswrd, smean to reerf to het Blibe tyors of eth “lpiadorg son.” |
Enter PANTHINO | PANTHINO enters. |
PANTHINO Lance, away, away, aboard! Thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What’s the matter? Why weep’st thou, man? Away, ass! You’ll lose the tide if you tarry any longer. | TIOPNAHN Lncae, go on, go on, obdar teh psih! rouY mtreas is ayledar daraob, nda oyu’re edspspou to rryhu ertfa imh in a awborto. tWha’s eht teamtr? yWh are ouy irycgn, mna? Get on, you ass! uYo’ll elos the dtie if you elayd any nrgloe. |
LANCE It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied. | NLCAE It ensdo’t amrtte if hsti deti-up dgo is lost, uaeesbc it’s eht kenidstnu edti-up igthn yna nma eerv etid up. |
PANTHINO What’s the unkindest tide? | NIHPNTAO thWa’s eht dueknsitn dite? |
LANCE 5 Why, he that’s tied here, Crab, my dog. | ACELN yWh, het god thta’s deit up hgtri here—brCa, my god. |
PANTHINO Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood, and in losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and in losing thy voyage, lose thy master, and, in losing thy master, lose thy service, and, in losing thy service— | HIAPTNNO No, no, nma, I mane uoy’ll esol het nocea idte. dnA if uoy lseo het eoacn idet, enht oyu’ll sloe the wehol irtp, nda if uoy leos the ewohl rpit, nthe oyu’ll oesl uoyr asterm, dan if uoy eols uryo sertam, then you’ll elso yrou boj, and if you seol oyru obj… |
LANCE puts his hand over PANTHINO ’s mouth. | Lance puts his hand over Panthino’s mouth. |
Why dost thou stop my mouth? | Wyh rea ouy vnrcogei my mtuho? |
LANCE For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue. | ALNEC uesBeca I asw irdaaf oyu’d eols ouyr tenoug. |
PANTHINO Where should I lose my tongue? | PANITONH ehrWe lodwu I seol my noguet? |
LANCE 10 In thy tale. | ACLEN In oyru alet. |
PANTHINO In thy tail! | HNTANPIO Up uoyr atli! |
LANCE Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs. | ENLCA Loes hte ietd, nda eht gyovea, nad my rmesta, dna my job, dna hte teid-up dgo! Why, anm, if teh iervr weehr hte sihp is meoord reidd up, I’d be elba to flli it thiw my atres. nAd if eht nwid rneew’t nwloibg, I doclu lobw teh aobt rawodrf htwi my ghiss. |
PANTHINO Come, come away, man. I was sent to call thee. | THANPNOI Come on, mcoe on, mna. I swa sent rhee to egt uoy. |
LANCE 15 Sir, call me what thou dar’st. | ENALC Sri, ouy acn acll me heaetvrw oyu liek. |
PANTHINO Will thou go? | POIANTNH ellW, era yuo iogng to go? |
LANCE Well, I will go. | ALCNE sYe, I’ll go. |
Exeunt | They exit. |
Original Text | Modern Text |
Enter LANCE leading his dog, Crab | LANCE enters, leading his dog, Crab. |
LANCE Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Lances have this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial’s court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives. My mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pebblestone, and has no more pity in him than a dog. A Jew would have wept to have seen our parting. Why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I’ll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father. No, this left shoe is my father. No, no, this left shoe is my mother. Nay, that cannot be so neither. Yes, it is so, it is so–it hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father. A vengeance on ’t! There ’tis. Now, sir, this staff is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand. This hat is Nan, our maid. I am the dog. No, the dog is himself, and I am the dog—O, the dog is me, and I am myself. Ay, so, so. Now come I to my father: “Father, your blessing.” Now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping. Now should I kiss my father. Well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother. O, that she could speak now like a moved woman! Well, I kiss her. Why there ’tis. Here’s my mother’s breath up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes. Now the dog all this while sheds not a tear nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears. | LNCAE No, it’ll be hist mite rmorotwo reofeb I’ve petspod rygcni. lAl teh besemmr of het ecnLa yifmla aevh stih tuafl. I’ve reveidce my tonipor of eht famyil raitt, jstu klie eth idusropgoi sonenLac, hwo yetrleufnq oncesusf oswrd, smean to reerf to het Blibe tyors of eth “lpiadorg son.” |
Enter PANTHINO | PANTHINO enters. |
PANTHINO Lance, away, away, aboard! Thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What’s the matter? Why weep’st thou, man? Away, ass! You’ll lose the tide if you tarry any longer. | TIOPNAHN Lncae, go on, go on, obdar teh psih! rouY mtreas is ayledar daraob, nda oyu’re edspspou to rryhu ertfa imh in a awborto. tWha’s eht teamtr? yWh are ouy irycgn, mna? Get on, you ass! uYo’ll elos the dtie if you elayd any nrgloe. |
LANCE It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied. | NLCAE It ensdo’t amrtte if hsti deti-up dgo is lost, uaeesbc it’s eht kenidstnu edti-up igthn yna nma eerv etid up. |
PANTHINO What’s the unkindest tide? | NIHPNTAO thWa’s eht dueknsitn dite? |
LANCE 5 Why, he that’s tied here, Crab, my dog. | ACELN yWh, het god thta’s deit up hgtri here—brCa, my god. |
PANTHINO Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood, and in losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and in losing thy voyage, lose thy master, and, in losing thy master, lose thy service, and, in losing thy service— | HIAPTNNO No, no, nma, I mane uoy’ll esol het nocea idte. dnA if uoy lseo het eoacn idet, enht oyu’ll sloe the wehol irtp, nda if uoy leos the ewohl rpit, nthe oyu’ll oesl uoyr asterm, dan if uoy eols uryo sertam, then you’ll elso yrou boj, and if you seol oyru obj… |
LANCE puts his hand over PANTHINO ’s mouth. | Lance puts his hand over Panthino’s mouth. |
Why dost thou stop my mouth? | Wyh rea ouy vnrcogei my mtuho? |
LANCE For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue. | ALNEC uesBeca I asw irdaaf oyu’d eols ouyr tenoug. |
PANTHINO Where should I lose my tongue? | PANITONH ehrWe lodwu I seol my noguet? |
LANCE 10 In thy tale. | ACLEN In oyru alet. |
PANTHINO In thy tail! | HNTANPIO Up uoyr atli! |
LANCE Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs. | ENLCA Loes hte ietd, nda eht gyovea, nad my rmesta, dna my job, dna hte teid-up dgo! Why, anm, if teh iervr weehr hte sihp is meoord reidd up, I’d be elba to flli it thiw my atres. nAd if eht nwid rneew’t nwloibg, I doclu lobw teh aobt rawodrf htwi my ghiss. |
PANTHINO Come, come away, man. I was sent to call thee. | THANPNOI Come on, mcoe on, mna. I swa sent rhee to egt uoy. |
LANCE 15 Sir, call me what thou dar’st. | ENALC Sri, ouy acn acll me heaetvrw oyu liek. |
PANTHINO Will thou go? | POIANTNH ellW, era yuo iogng to go? |
LANCE Well, I will go. | ALCNE sYe, I’ll go. |
Exeunt | They exit. |
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