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Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,
King. She hath that ring of yours.
Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, I lik'd her,
And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth:
Dia. I must be patient;
You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife,
(Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,)
Ber. I have it not.
King. What ring was yours, I pray you?
The same upon your finger.
King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late.
Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. King. The story then goes false, you threw it Out of a casement.
Dia. I have spoke the truth.
King. How is that?
Par. He loved her, Sir, and loved her not. King. As thou art a knave, and no knave:What an equivocal companion is this?
Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.
Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator.
Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage?
Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak. King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st?
Par. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go between them, as I said; but more than that, he loved her, for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed; and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things that would
derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know.
King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married: But thou art too fine in thy evidence: therefore stand This ring, you say, was yours? [aside.Dia. Ay, my good lord.
King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you?
Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.
King. Who lent it you?
Dia. It was not lent me neither.
King. If it were yours by none of all these How could you give it him? [ways,
Dia. I never gave it him.
Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure.
King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first
Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know.
King. Take her away, I do not like her now;
Dia. I'll never tell you.
King. I think thee now some common custo
Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.
King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this while?
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not
He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't: I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not. Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. [Pointing to LAFEU. King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her.
Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, royal Sir; [Exit WIDOW. The jeweller, that owest the ring, is sent for, And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Who hath abus’d me, as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm'd me, here 1 quit him:
He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd; And at that time he got his wife with child: Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick;
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick:
Re-enter WIDOW, with HELENA.
Hel. No, my good lord;
Ber. Both, both; O, pardon!
Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid,
[ring, I found you wond'rous kind. There is your And, look you, here's your letter; This it says, When from my finger you can get this ring, And are by me with child, &c.-This is done: Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know | For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid,
I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue,
Deadly divorce step between me and you!O, my dear mother, do I see you living?
Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon:-Good Tom Drum, [To PAROLLES.] lend me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. King. Let us from point to point this story
To make the even truth in pleasure flow:-
[To DIANA. Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.-
The king's a beggar, now the play is done: All is well ended, if this suit be won, That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day: Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;" Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. [Exeunt.
* I. e. Hear us without interruption, and take our parts, support and defend us.
SCENE, Sometimes in Padua; and sometimes SCENE, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's in Petruchio's House in the Country.
SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath. Enter HOSTESS and SLY.
Sly. I'll pheese* you, in faith. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue! Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; + let the world slide: Sessa!
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?§
Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.|| Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough. [Exit.
Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly.
[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Wind horns. Enter a LORD from hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants.
Brach* Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd,t And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my He cried upon it at the merest loss, [lord; And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all; To-morrow I intend to hunt again. 1 Hun. I will, my lord.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?
2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm'd with ale,
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine
[image! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he | Well, you are come to me in happy time;
Would not the beggar then forget himself?
1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd.
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth-
Then take him up, and manage well the jest:-
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
Procure me music ready when he wakes,
Some one be ready with a costly suit,
1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play
As he shall think, by our true diligence,
And each one to his office, when he wakes.
The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much. There is a lord will hear you play to-night: But I am doubtful of your modesties: Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, (For yet his honour never heard a play,) You break into some merry passion, And so offend him: for I tell you, Sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient. 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves,
Were he the veriest antick in the world.
Lord. Go, sirrab, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords. [Exeunt SERVANT and PLAYERS. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, [To a SERVANT. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber,
And call him-madam, do him obeisance,—
Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,
And with declining head into his bosom,
When they do homage to this simple peasant.
honour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the over-leather.
Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour!
O, that a mighty man, of such descent,
Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now? I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak; I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands?
[SERVANTS present an ewer, basin, and napkin. O, how we joy to see your wit restor❜d! O, that once more you knew but what you are!' These fifteen years you have been in a dream; when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. Sly. These fifteen years, by my fay,* a goodly
But did I never speak of all that time?
Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-Or, heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught: Here's
1 Serv. O, this it is, that makes your lady
2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants droop.
Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your house,
As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. 2. Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight
Adonis, painted by a running brook:
1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee,
Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world; And yet she is inferior to none.
1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words :For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; And rail upon the hostess of the house; And say, you would present her at the leet,t Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts: Sometimes you would call out for Cicely [Hacket. Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. 3 Serv. Why, Sir, you know no house, nor
no such maid;
Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,-