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I say unto thee, -I bid thy master cut out the gown; Hor. Why, so this gallant will command the sun, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou
Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. SCENE IV.-Padua. Before BAPTISTA's House.
Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant " booted and dressed Tai. "Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.”
like VINCENTIO. Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown,
Tra. Sir, this is the house: please it you, that I call ? sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with
Ped. Ay, what else ? and, but I be deceived, a bottom of brown thread : I said, a gown. Signior Baptista may remember me, Pet. Proceed.
Near twenty years ago, in Genoa,
Tra. 'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case, Tai. “With a trunk sleeve."
With such austerity as 'longeth to a father.
Ped. I warrant you. But, sir, here comes your boy. Gru. Error i'the bill, sir ; error i'the bill. I com- 'Twere good, he were school'd. manded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, again ; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy Now do your duty throughly, I advise you: little finger be armed in a thimble.
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Tai. This is true, that I say: an I had thee in
Bion. Tut! fear not me. place where, thou should'st know it.
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista ? Gru. I am for thee straight; take thou the bill, Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.
And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio; then he shall have
Tra. Thou'rta e tall fellow: hold thee that to drink. no odds.
Here comes Baptista.-Set your countenance, sir. Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
Enter Baptista and LUCENTIO. Gru. You are i'the right, sir : 'tis for my mistress. Signior Baptista, you are happily met.Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use.
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of.Gru. Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mis- I pray you, stand good father to me now, tress' gown for thy master's use?
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
Ped. Soft, son !
To gather in some debts, my son, Lucentio,
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause Pet. [ Aside.] Hortensio, say thou wilt see the of love between your daughter and himself: tailor paid.
And, for the good report I hear of you,
Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow: And she to him, to stay him not too long,
I am content, in a good father's care,
To have him match'd ; and, if you please to like [Exeunt Tailor and Haberdasher. No worse than I, upon some agreement, Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your Me shall you find ready and willing Even in these honest mean habiliments. [father's, With one consent to have her so bestow'd ; Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor: For fcurious I cannot be with you, For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say: So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well. What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Right true it is, your son Lucentio, here, Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, Or is the adder better than the eel,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections ; Because his painted skin contents the eye ?
And, therefore, if you say no more than this
That like a father you will deal with him,
And 5 pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is made, and all is happily done: And therefore frolic: we will hence forthwith,
Your son shall have my daughter with consent. To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where, then, do you hold Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
We be haffied, and such assurance ta'en, [best, And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
As shall with either part's agreement stand ? There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio: for, you know, Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants : And well we may come there by dinner time.
Besides, old Gremio is hearkening still, Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two,
And, i happily, we might be interrupted. And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there.
Tra. Then, at my lodging, an it like you: Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse.
There doth my father lie, and there this night Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,
We'll pass the business privately and well.
Send for your danghter by your servant here;
6" But," i. e., unless." The Pegasus," i. e., the inn with * A "small compassed cape" is a round cape. A quibble the sign of Pegasus.--"A tall fellow," i. e., a brave boy; a is here intended between a written bill and the weapon of a high fellow -- Scrupulous.- Assure; convey.-Betrothed. foot-soldier.
My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
Henceforth, I vow, it shall be so for me.
I know, it is the moon. Bap. It likes me well :-Cambio, hie you home, Pet. Nay, then you lie: it is the blessed sun. And bid Bianca make her ready straight;
Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun; And, if you will, tell what bath happened: But sun it is not, when you say it is not, Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua,
And the moon changes, even as your mind. And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is; Luc. I pray the gods she may with all my heart. And so it shall be 3 still for Katharine.
Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways: the field is won. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
Pet. Well, forward, forward ! thus the bowl should Welcome: one mess is like to be your cheer. And not unluckily against the bias. [run, Come, sir; we will better it in Pisa.
But soft! what company is coming here? Bap. I follow you. [Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and BAPTISTA.
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Bion. Cambio!
[T. VINCENTIO.] Good-morrow, gentle mistress : Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello?
where away?Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks! Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here be- What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, hind, to expound the meaning or a moral of his signs As those two eyes become that heavenly face ? and tokens.
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee.Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a wothe deceiving father of a deceitful son.
man of him.
(sweet, Luc. And what of him?
Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the Whither away, or where is thy abode? supper.
Happy the parents of so fair a child; Luc. And then?
Happier the man, whom favorable stars Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is at Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow! (mad: your command at all hours.
Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not Luc. And what of all this?
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd, Bion. I cannot tell; except, 'while they are bu- And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. sied about a counterfeit assurance, take you assu
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, rance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm. That have been so bedazzled with the sun, To the church !-take the priest, clerk, and some That every thing I look on seemeth green. sufficient honest witnesses.
Now I perceive thou art a reverend father; If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, Pardon,
I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?
known Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in which way thou travellest: if along with us, an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley We shall be joyful of thy company. to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu,
Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry mistress, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to St. That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me, Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against My name is called Vincentio; my dwelling, Pisa, you come with your appendix.
(Exit. And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
Lucentio, gentle sir. It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son.
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee-my loving father:
The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not, Pet. Come on, o'God's name : once more toward Nor be not griev'd: she is of good esteem, our father's.
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Kath. The moon! the sun : it is not moonlight now. The spouse of any noble gentleman.
, who will of thy arrival be full joyous. It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure, Or ere I journey to your father's house.
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest Go one, and fetch our horses back again. Upon the company you overtake? Evermore cross'd, and cross'd; nothing but cross'd. Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. And be it moon, or sun, or what you please.
[Excunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and VINCENTIO. An if you please to call it a rush candle,
Hor. Well, Petruchio, this has put me in heart.
Have to my widow; and if she be froward, *"* Moral," i. e., secret purpose. The words of the old Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. exclusive privilege for printing a book.
Re-enter Pedant, below : BAPTISTA, Tranio,
and Servants. SCENE I.--Padua. Before Lucentio's House. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my ser
vant ? Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCentro, and BIAN
Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir ? CA; GREMIO walking on the other side.
O, immortal Gods! O, fine villain! A silken doubBion. Softly and swiftly, sir, for the priest is ready. let! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a "copatain Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need hat!-0, I am undone! I am undone! while I play thee at home: therefore, leave us.
the good husband at home, my son and my servant Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; spend all at the university. and then come back to my master as soon as I can.
Tra. How now! what's the matter? [Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO.
Bap. What, is the man lunatic? Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Why, sir, what b'cerns it you if I wear pearl and
your habit, but your words show you a madman. Attendants.
gold? I thank my good father, I am able to mainPet. Sir, here's the door; this is Lucentio's house: tain it. My father's bears more toward the market place; Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sailmaker Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.
in Bergamo. Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go. Bap. You mistake, sir: you mistake, sir. Pray, I think I shall command your welcome here, what do you think is his name? And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.
Vm. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have
[Knocks. brought him up ever since he was three years old, Gre. They're busy within; you were best knock and his name is Tranio. louder.
Ped. Away, away, mad ass ! his name is LucenEnter Pedant above, at a window.
tio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands
of me, signior Vincentio. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat Vin. Lucentio! O! he hath murdered his masdown the gate?
ter.-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal, where is my son Lucentio?
name.-0, my son, my son tell me, thou villain, Vin. What, if a man bring him a hundred pound
Tra. Call forth an officer. or two to make merry withal ? Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: he
Enter one, with an Officer. shall need none, so long as I live.
Carry this mad knave to the jail.-Father Baptista, Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in I charge you see that he be forthcoming. Padua.-Do you hear, sir? to leave frivolous cir. Vin. Carry me to the jail ! cumstances, I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that Gre Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison. his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio. I say, he shall to speak with him.
go to prison. Ped. Thou liest: his father is come from Pisa, and
Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be here looking out at the window.
conycatched in this business. I dare swear this is Vin. Art thou his father?
the right Vincentio. Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe
Ped. Swear, if thou darest. her.
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. Pet. Why, how now, gentleman ? [ TO VINCENTIO.] Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Luwhy, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another centio. man's name.
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, 'a means Bap. Away with the dotard! to the jail with him! to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.
Vin. Thus strangers may be "handled and abused.
-0, monstrous villain! Re-enter BIONDELLO.
Re-enter BIONDELLO, with Lucentio, and BIANCA. Bion. I have seen them in the church together: God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here? him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
Bion. O, we are spoiled! and yonder he is : deny mine old master, Vincentio ! now we are undone,
Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
[Kneeling and brought to nothing.
Lives my sweet son ? Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing BIONDEL (BIONDELLO, Tranio, and Pedant run out. Bion. I hope I may choose, sir.
Bian. Pardon, dear father.
[Kneeling. Vin. Come hither, you rogue. What, have you
How hast thou offended ?forgot me?
Where is Lucentio ? Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget
Here's Lucentio, you, for I never saw you before in all my life.
Right son to the right Vincentio; Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, see thy master's father, Vincentio ?
While counterfeit d supposes blear'd thine Reyne. Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes,
Gre. Here's 'packing, with a witness, to deceivo marry, sir: see where he looks out of the window.
us all! Vin. Is't so, indeed ? [Beats BIONDELLO.
Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so? murder me.
[Exit. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista!
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? [Exit, from the window. Pet. Pr’ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the concerns. Deceived; cheated. — Pretenders.--Eyes.
*A"copatain hat" was a sugar-loaf or conical hatend of this controversy.
[They retire. Plotting.
Bian. Cambio is chang’d into Lucentio.
Kath. He that is giddy thinks the world turns Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love round:Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. While he did bear my countenance in the town; Wid. Your husband, being tronbled with a shrew, And happily I have arrived at the last
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe. Unto the wished haven of my bliss.
And now you know my meaning, What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Kath. A very mean meaning. Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
Right, I mean you. Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. sent me to the jail.
Pet. To her, Kate ! Bap. [To Lucentio.] But do you hear, sir ? Hor. To her, widow! Have you married my daughter without asking my Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down, good-will?
Hor. That's my office. Vin. Fear not, Baptista ; we will content you: go Pet. Spoke like an officer: Here's to thee, lad. to; but I will in, to be revenged for this villany.
[Drinks to HORTENSIO.
[Exit. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks! Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
[Exit. Bian. Head and butt? an hasty-witted body Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. frown.
[Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Gre. My cake is a dough; but I'll in among the Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore, I'll rest,
sleep again. Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit. Pet. Nay, that you shall not ; since you have begun,
PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Have at you for a better jest or two. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this and then pursue me as you draw your bow.
Bian. Am I your bird ? I mean to shift my bush, Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. [ado. Kath. What, in the midst of the street ?
You are welcome all. Pet. What! art thou ashamed of me?
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Kath. No, sir, God forbid ; but ashamed to kiss.
Pet. She hath prevented me.--Here, signior Tranio; Pet. Why, then let's home again.—Come, sirrah, Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not:
[love, stay. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Tra. O sir! Lucentio slipp'd me, like his greyhound, Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate : Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt.
Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.
Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself: SCENE II.-A Room in LUCENTIO's House.
'Tis thought, your doer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now. A Banquet set out; Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Gremio, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PE Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, And time it is, when raging war is gone,
I think thou bast the veriest shrew of all. To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.
Pet. Well, I say no: and therefore, for assurance, My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
Let's each one send unto his 3 several wise, While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.
And he, whose wife is most obedient Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,
To come at first when he doth send for her, And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Shall win the wager which we will propose. Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:
Hor. Content. What is the wager ? My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
Twenty crowns. After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down ;
Pet. Twenty crowns ! For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.
I'll venture so much of my hawk, or hound,
[They sit at table. But twenty times so much upon my wife. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Luc. A hundred then. Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Content. Pct. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
A match! 'tis done. Hor. For both our sakes I would that word were true.
Hor. Who shall begin ? Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
That will I.
Bion. I go.
[Ezit. I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. (sense
Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself. Pet. Roundly replied.
Re-enter BIONDELLO. Kath.
Mistress, how mean you that? How now! what nows? Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Sir, my mistress sends you word, Pet. Conceives
by me!-How likes Hortensio that? That she is busy, and she cannot come. Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Pct. Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good Is that an answer? widow.
Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. * A proverb not yet obsolete.- A "banquet" formerly meant what we now call a desert.
0" Swift," i e, quick-witted. "Gird," 1. e., cut ; sarcasm.
Pet. I hope better.
Pet. I say, she shall :—and first begin with her. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow, To come to me forthwith. [Exit BIONDELLO. And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, Pet.
O ho! entreat her! To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: Nay, then she must needs come.
It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads, Hor.
I am afraid, sir, Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. And in no sense is meet, or amiable. Re-enter BIONDELLO.
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; Now, where's my wife?
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. She will not come: she bids you come to her.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Pet. Worse and worse: she will not come? O vile! Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
And for thy maintenance; commits his body Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress; say,
To painful labor, both by sea and land, I command her come to me. [Exit GRUMO. To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Hor. I know her answer.
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; Pet. What?
And craves no other tribute at thy hands, Hor. She will not.
But love, fair looks, and true obedience,
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
What is she but a foul contending rebel, Pet. Go, fetch them hither: if they deny to come, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? *Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands! I am asham'd that women are so simple Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
(Exit KATHARINA. Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Hor. And so it is. I wonder what it bodes.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, An awful rule, and right supremacy;
But that our soft conditions, and our hearts, And, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.
Should well agree with our external parts ? Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio! Come, come, you froward and unable worms, The wager thou hast won ; and I will add
My mind hath been as big as one of yours, Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns; My heart as great, my reason, haply, more Another dowry to another daughter,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown; For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
But now I see our lances are but straws, Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, And show more sign of her obedience,
That seeming ?most, which we indeed least are. Her new-built virtue and obedience.
Then, vail your stomachs, for it is no d boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot: Re-enter KATHARINA, with Bianca and Widow. In token of which duty, if he please, See, where she comes, and brings your froward wives My hand is ready, may it do him ease. [me, Kate. As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Pet. Why, there's a wench !-Come on, and kiss Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not ; Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha't. Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. [KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward. Wid. Lord ! let me never have a cause to sigh,
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed.Till I be brought to such a silly pass.
We three are married, but you two are sped. Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish loo:
[Tc LUCENTIO. The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
And, being a winner, God give you good night. Cost me one hundred crowns since supper-time.
(Exeunt PETRUCHIO and Kath. Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head.
shrew. strong women
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
[Esceunt. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking: we will have no telling.
b"Our soft conditions," i. e., the gentle qualities of our
minds.— " Vail your stomachs," i. e., abate your pride.--Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. a “It is no boot," i. e., it is profitless." You two are sped," Wid. She shall not.
i. e., the fate of you both is decided against you. - To "hit the white" is a phrase borrowed from archery, signifying to
hit the centre of the target, which was white. There is also *Punish.
& play upon the name of Bianca, which is white in Italian.