Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an And in no sense is meet, or amiable. end.
Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and
quiet life,
An awful rule, and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and
happy.
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA, and
WIDOW.
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair
[buds;
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 head, thy sovereign; one that cares for
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
thee,
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
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, not obedient to his honest will,
And, when she's forward, peevish, sullen,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
[sour,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?-
To offer war, where they should kneel for
I am asham'd, that women are so simple
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:
See, where she comes; and brings your fro-But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Pet. I say, she shall;--and first begin with her.
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com
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
In token of which duty, if he please, [foot:
My hand is ready, may it do him ease!
Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and
kiss me, Kate.
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou
shalt ha't.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.
Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed :-
We three are married, but we two are sped.
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the
white;
[To LUCENTIO.
And, being a winner, God give you good night!
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH.
Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a
curst shrew.
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will
be tam'd so.
[Exeunt.
bassies; that they have seemed to be together,
SCENE I.-Sicilia.—An Antechamber in LEON- though absent; shook hands, as over a vast;
Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.
and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!
Arch. I think, there is not in the world either
Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my unspeakable comfort of your young prince services are now on foot, you shall see, as I Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest have said, great difference betwixt our Bo-promise, that ever came into my note. hemia, and your Sicilia.
Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, in
Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-I know not what to say.
of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes physics the subject,t makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.
-We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, SCENE II.-The same.-A Room of state in though they cannot praise us, as little accuse
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.
Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXEnes, Hermione, Ma-
MILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the watʼry star have been [throne. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind The shepherd's note, since we have left our to Bohemia. They were trained together in Without a burden: time as long again their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our them then such an affection, which cannot And yet we should, for perpetuity, [thanks; choose but branch now. Since their more ma-Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, ture dignities, and royal necessities, made sepa- Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, ration of their society, their encounters, though With one we-thank-you, many thousands more not personal, have been royally attornied, That go before it. with interchange of gifts, letters, loving em*Nobly supplied by substitution of embassies.
Wide waste of country.
+ Affords a cordial to the State.
Leon. Stay your thanks awhile;
And pay them when you part.
Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.
I am question'd by my fears, of what may
chance,
Or breed upon our absence: That my blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,
This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have
To tire your royalty.
Leon. We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to't.
Pol. No longer stay.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
Her. Not your jailer then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you
You were pretty lordings then. [were boys;
Pol. We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more be-
But such a day to-morrow as to-day, [hind,
And to be boy eternal.
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the
two?
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did
frisk i'the sun,
[chang'd,
And bleat the one at the other: what we
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
Leon. We'll part the time between's then: The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
and in that
I'll no gain-saying.
Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so;
There is no tongue that moves, none, none
i'the world,
[now,
So soon as yours, could win me: so it should
Were there necessity in your request, although
"Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder,
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,
To you a charge, and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you.
Her. I had thought, Sir, to have held my
peace, until
You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay.
You, Sir,
Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,
All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.
Leon. Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were
But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.-
Yet of your royal presence [To POLIXENES.]
I'll adventure
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commis
Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
You shall not go; a lady's verily is
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, and save your thanks.
How say you?
[verily,
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread
One of them you shall be.
Pol. Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punish.
That any did: Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd
heaven
Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd,
Hereditary ours.t
Her. By this we gather,
You have tripp'd since.
Pol. O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to us:
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young playfellow.
Of this make no conclusion; lest you say,
Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on;
The offences we have made you do, we'll an-
[make us I pr'ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: You may ride us,
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to the jail:-
My last good was, to entreat his stay;
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were
Grace!
But once before I spoke to the purpose: When?
Nay, let me have't; I long.
Leon. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou
I am yours for ever.
Her. It is Grace, indeed.-
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
The other, for some while a friend.
[Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
Leon. Too hot, too hot:
[Aside.
To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordist on me:-my heart dances;
But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment
May a free face put on; derive a liberty
A diminutive of lords.
+ Setting aside original sin,
Trembling of the heart.
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: it may, I grant:
But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are; and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as
'twere
The mort o'the deer;* (), that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamil-
Art thou my boy?
[lius,
Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. I'fecks?
Why that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd
thy nose?-
They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, cap-
tain,
[tain:
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, cap-
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call'd, neat.-Still virginallingt
[Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm ?How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf?
Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the
shoot's that I have,§
To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: But were they false
As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
No bourn twixt his and mine; yet were it
To say this boy were like me.-Come, Sir page, Look on me with your welkin¶ eye: Sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam?
may't be?
Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible, things not so held
Communicat'st with dreams;-(How can this
With what's unreal thou coactive art, [be?)
And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very cre-
dent,**
[dost;
Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou
(And that beyond commission; and I find it,)|
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardening of my brows.
Pol. What means Silicia?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. How, my lord?
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
Her. You look,
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Are you mov'd, my lord?
Leon. No, in good earnest.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty-three years; and saw myself un-
breech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
How like, methought, I then was to this ker-
nel,
[friend,
This quash,++ this gentleman:-Mine honest
Will you take eggs for money?‡‡
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole !-My brother, |
The tune played at the death of the deer.
11. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet. Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that I have. || Boundary.
** Credible.
11 Will you be cajoled.
May his share of life be a happy one.
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Leon. So stands this squire
Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps.-Her-
moine,
[welcome;
How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap:
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.
Her. If you would seek us,
[there? We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll
Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!
[Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMOINE.
How she holds up the neb,t the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowingt husband! Gone already;
Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a
fork'd one.§-
[Exeunt POLIXEnes, Hermoine, and
Attendants.
Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I
Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and cla-
Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play;-
There have been,
Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;
And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the
arm,
[sence,
That little thinks she has been sluc'd in his ab-
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort
in't,
[open'd,
Whiles other men have gates; and those gates
As mine, against their will: Should all despair,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physic for't there
is none;
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful,
think it,
[cluded,
From east, west, north, and south: Be it con-
No barricado for a belly; know it;
It will let in and out the enemy,
With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us
Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now,
boy?
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Leon. Why that's some comfort.-
What! Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest [Exit MAMILLIUS. Camillo, this great Sir will yet stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold:
When you cast out, it still came home.
Leon. Didst note it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; His business more material.
Leon. Didst perceive it ?
Heir apparent, next claimant.
Approving.
Sicilia is a so-forth: "Tis far gone,
When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Ca-
That he did stay?
[millo,
Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.
Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be
pertinent;
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate, were sin
As deep as that, though true.
Leon. Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? But so it is, it is not. Was this taken Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career By any understanding pate but thine? Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in [is't, Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot? More than the common blocks:-Not noted, Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more But of the finer natures? by some severals, swift? [blind Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes,+ Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes Perchance, are to this business purblind: say. With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most un-That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? Bohemia stays here longer. Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing;
Cam. Stays here longer.
Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the en-
Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon. Satisfy
The entreaties of your mistress?satisfy?
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
My chamber-councils: wherein, priest-like,
thou
Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd
In that which seems so.
Cam. Be it forbid, my lord!
Leon. To bide upon't;-Thou art not honest:
If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward;
Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining
From course requir'd: Or else thou must be
counted
A servant, grafted in my serious trust,
And therein negligent; or else a fool,
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake
And tak'st it all for jest.
Cam. My gracious lord,
I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,
It was my folly; if industriously
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-peformance, 'twas a fear
Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
By its own visage: if I then deny it,
"Tis none of mine.
Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eyeIs thicker than a cuckold's horn;) or heard, (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation Resides not in that man, that does not think it,)
My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
(Or else be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then
My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.
To round in the car was to tell secretly. + Taste.
* Inferiors in rank.
To hox is to hamstring.
The covering sky is nothing: Bohemia nothing;
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these
If this be nothing.
[nothings
Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd
Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes;
For 'tis most dangerous.
Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leon. It is; you lie, you lie:
I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee;
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave;
Or else a hovering temporizer, that [evil,
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and
Inclining to them both: Were my wife's liver
Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass.t
Cam. Who does infect her?
Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal,
hanging
About his neck, Bohemia: Who-if I
Had servants true about me: that bare eyes
To see alike mine honour as their profits,
Their own particular thrifts,-they would do
that
Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou,
His cup-bearer,-whom I from meauer form
Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who
may'st see
[heaven,
Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees
How I am galled,-might'st bespice a cup,
To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
Which draught to me were cordial.
I could do this; and that with no rash‡ potion,
But with a ling'ring dram, that should not
Maliciously like poison: But I cannot
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress
So sovereignly being honourable.
I have lov'd thee,-
Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot!
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled,
To appoint myself in this vexation? sully
The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
Which to preserve, is sleep; which being
spotted,
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps?
Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my son,
Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine;
Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this?
Could man so blench ?||
Cam. I must believe you, Sir;
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't:
Provided, that when he's remov'd, your high-
Will take again your queen, as yours at first;
*Disorders of the eye. + Hour-glass. + Hasty.
Maliciously, with effects openly hurtful.
I. e. Could any man so start off from propriety?
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