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What law does vouch mine own.
Bertram.

What would you have ? Helena. Something; and scarce so much :-nothing,

indeed.I would not tell you what I would : my lord—'faith, yes;Strangers and foes, do sunder, and not kiss.

Bertram. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse. Helena. I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.

Act V. SCENE III.

Lafeu. This I must say, —
But first I beg my pardon,—The young lord
Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,
Offence of mighty note; but to himself
The greatest wrong of all : he lost a wife,
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive;
Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serve,
Humbly call'd mistress.

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Tranio.
PRAY, sir, tell me,—Is it possible
That love should of a sudden take such hold?
Lucentio. O Tranio, till I found it to be

true,
I never thought it possible, or likely;
But see ! while idly I stood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness;
And now in plainness do confess to thee,-
That art to me as secret, and as dear,
As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modest girl :
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

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Tranio. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.

Lucentio. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,

Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.
Tranio. Saw you no more; mark'd you not how her

sister
Began to scold ; and raise up such a storm,
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din ?

Lucentiq. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, And with her breath she did perfume the air ; Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.

ACT IV. SCENE V.

Katharina. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please :
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Petruchio. I say, it is the moon.
Katharina.

I know it is.
Petruchio. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.

Katharina. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:But sun it is not, when you say it is not; And the moon changes, even as your mind. What

you

will have it nam'd, even that it is; And so it shall be so, for Katharine.

Hortensio. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won

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Katharina. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been so bedazzled with the sun,
That everything I look on seemeth green:
Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father ;
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

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ACT V. SCENE II.

Petruchio. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head

strong women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.

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Katharina. Fye, fye! unknit that threatning unkind

brow;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :
It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads;
Confounds thy frame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance : commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband :
And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And, not obedient to his honest will,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,

And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?—
I am asham'd, that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy,

and

sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world; But that our soft conditions and our hearts, Should well agree with our external parts ? Come, come, you froward and unable worms! My mind hath been as big as one of yours, My heart as great; my reason, haply, more, To bandy word for word, and frown for frown: But now, I see our lances are but straws; Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,That seeming to be most, which we least are. Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot; And place your hands below your husband's foot : In token of which duty, if he please, My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

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