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Ped. Ay, Sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.

Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To VINCEN.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.

Re-enter BIOndello.

Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here ?. mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.

[Seeing BIONDello. Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me ?

Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio?

Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir; see where he looks out of the window.

Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [Exit.

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, Tranio, and SERVANTS.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my

servant?

Vin. What am I, Sir? nay, what are you, Sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!*-O, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the uni versity.

Tra. How now! what's the matter?
Bap. What, is the man lunatic ?

Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman: Why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.

Bup. You mistake, Sir; you mistake, Sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-O, my son, my son!-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?

Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an Officer. carry this mad knave to the jail :-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the jail!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, sígnior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you A hat with a conical crown.

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Luc. Pardon, sweet father. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. Bap. How hast thou offended?— Where is Lucentio?

[Kneeling.

Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio; [mine, That have by marriage made thy daughter While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.t Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's
love

While he did bear my countenance in the town;
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
Unto the wished haven of my bliss:
And happily I have arriv'd at last
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
have sent me to the jail.
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would

Bup. But do you hear, Sir? [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will?

you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content this villany. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this kna

very.

[Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest;

Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast. [Exit.

PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What art thou ashamed of me?
Kath. No, Sir; God forbid :-but ashamed
to kiss.

Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come,
sirrah, let's away.

Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray
thee, love, stay.

Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet
Kate;

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Better once than never, for never too late.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II-A Room in LUCENTIO's House.
A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO,
GREMIO, the PEDANT, LUCENTIO, BIANCA,
PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and
WIDOW. TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIÓ, and
others, attending.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:

And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.-
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome

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Pet. To her, Kate!

Hor. To her, widow!

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.

Hor. That's my office. Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha' to thee, lad. [Drinks to HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?

Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt? an hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?

Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again.

A banquot was a refection consisting of fruit, cakes, t Proada,

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greyhound,

Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift* simile, but something currish.

Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself; "Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird,t good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?

Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And, as the jest did glance away from me, "Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for
assurance,

Let's each one send unto his wife;
And he, whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content:-
What is the wager?

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wife

To come to me forthwith.

[Exit BIONDELLO Pet. O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Re-enter Biondello.

Now where's my wife?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;

She will not come; she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come
Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
[O vile

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Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress; Say, I command her to come to me.

[Exit GRUMIO.

Hor. I know her answer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not come.

Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning un
kind brow;

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;

Pet. The fouler fortunc mine, and there an And in no sense is meet, or amiable.
end.

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Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. [Exit KATHARINA. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.

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 ret; And show more sign of her obedience, Her new-built virtue and obedience. Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA, and WIDOW.

See, where she comes; and brings your fro. ward wives

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.--
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws

it down.

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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 nis 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

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 com-
pare,-

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 n.e, 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; ITO 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.

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WINTER'S TALE.

LEONTES, King of Sicilia.

MAMILLIUS, his Son.

ANTIGONUS,

CAMILLO,

Sicilian Lords.

CLEOMENES,

DION,

Another Sicilian Lord.

ROGERO, a Sicilian Gentleman.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue.
TIME, as Chorus.

HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.

PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione.
PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus.

EMILIA, a Lady Attending the Queen.
Two other Ladies,

An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillius. MOPSA, Shepherdesses.

Officers of a Court of Judicature.

POLIXENES, King of Bohemia.

FLORIZEL, his Son.

ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord.
A Mariner.

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Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a dance.

Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c. SCENE, Sometimes in Sicilia; sometimes in Bohemia.

ACT 1.

bassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast;

SCENE I.—Sicilia.—An Antechamber in LEON- and embraced, as it were, from the ends of

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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.

opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.

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.

[Exeunt.

-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

us. ·

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.

the Palace.

Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MA-
MILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat❜ry 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.

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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 1 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
You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay.
peace, until
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
strong:

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-

sion,

To let him there a month, behind the gest+
Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed,t Le-

ontes,

I love thee not a jars o'the clock behind
What lady she her lord.-You'll stay?

Pol. No, madam.

Her. Nay, but you will?

Pol. I may not, verily.

Her. Verily!

You put me off with limber|| vows: But I,
Though you would seek to unsphere the stars

with oaths,

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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.

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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.

[for

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.

Her. Grace to boot!

Of this make no conclusion; lest you say,
The offences we have made you do, we'll an-
Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on;

swer;

If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us.

Leon. Is he won yet?

Her. He'll stay, my lord.

Leon. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To better purpose.

Her. Never?

Leon. Never, but once.

Her. What? have I twice said well? when

was't before?

[make us I pr'ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying

tongueless,

Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: You inay 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!

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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.

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