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Pet. Roundly replied.

Hor. Who shall begin ? K'nth.

Mistress, how mean you that? Luc. That will I. Go, Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Pet. Conceives by me! — How likes Hortensio

Bion. I go.

[Erit. that ?

Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Luc. l'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself. Pet. Very well mended : Kiss him for that, good widow.

Re-enter BIONDELLO. Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

How now! what news? round:


Sir, my mistress sends you word I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

That she is busy, and she cannot come. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,

Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:

Is that an answer ? And now you know my meaning.


Ay, and a kind one too : Kath. A very mean meaning.

Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Wid.

Right, I mean you. Pet. I hope, better. Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.

Hor. Sirralı, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife Pet. To her, Kate !

To come to me forthwith.

[Erit BIONDELLO. Hor. To her, widow !


0, ho! entreat her! Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her Nay, then she inust needs come. down.


I am afraid, sir, Hor. That's my office.

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. 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.

Now where's my wife?
Bian. Head, and butt? an hasty witted body

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in Would say your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? She will not come ; she bids you come to her.

Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come! O Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll

vile, sleep again.

Intolerable, not to be endur'd! Pet. Nay, that you shall not ; since you have

Sirrahı, Grumio, go to your mistress ; begun,

Say I command her come to me. [Erit Grumo. Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Hor. I know her answer. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,


And then pursue me as you

bow :

She will not come. You are welcome all.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. [Ereunt Blanca, Katharina, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me, - · Here, signior

Enter KathariNA.
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka. Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.

tharina ! Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey

Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for hound,

me? Which runs himself, and catches for his master,

Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife i Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.

kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself;

Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.

come, Bar. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.

Swinge me them soun lly forth unto their husbands : Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.

Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?

[Exit KATHARINA, Pet. 'A has a little gall’d me, I confess;

Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. And, as the jest did glance away from me,

Hor. And so it is, I wonder what it bodes. 'Tis ten to cne it maim'd you two outright.

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,

life, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

An awful rule, and right supremacy ; Pet. Well, I say

- no: and therefore, for as- And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. surance,

Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio! Let's each one send unto his wife;

The wager thou hast won; and I will add And he, whose wife is most obedient

Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns ! To come at first when he doth send for her,

Another dowry to another daughter, Shall win the wager which we will propose.

For she is chang’d, as she had never been. Hor. Content: What is the wager ?

Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet ; Luc.

Twenty crowns,

And show more sign of her obedience, Pet. Twenty crowns !

Her new-built virtue and obedience. I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,

Re-enter KATHARINA, with Bianca and Widow. But twenty times so much upon my wife. Luc. A hundred then.

See, where she comes; and brings your froward Hor. Content.

wives Pet. A match; tis done. As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.


Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

And not obedient to his honest wil.,
(KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it What is she, but a foul contending rebel,

And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? -
Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, I am asham'd, that women are so simple
Till I be brought to such a silly pass !

To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,

Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too : When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper- Unapt toil, and trouble in the world ; time.

But that our soft conditions, and our hearts, Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Should well agree with our external parts ? Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head-Come, come, you froward and unable worms ! strong women,

My mind hath been as big as one of yours, What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. My heart as great; my reason, baply, more, Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will To bandy word for word, and frown for frown; have no telling.

But now, I see our lances are but straws; Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, Wid. She shall not.

That seeming to be most, which we least are. Pet. I

say, she shall; — and first begin with her. Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot ; Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind And place your hands below your husband's foot :

In token of which duty, if lie please, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, My hand is ready, may it do him ease. 'To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :

Pet. Why, there's a wench ! — Come on, and It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;

kiss me, Kate. Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds; Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad: for thou shalt And in no sense is meet or amiable.

ha't. A woinan mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,

Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;

toward. And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froWill deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.

ward. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed : Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, We three are married, but you two are sped. And for thy maintenance : commits his body 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; To painful labour, both by sea and land ;

[To Lucentio. To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, And, being a winner, God give you good night! While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ;

[Exeunt Petruchio and Kark And craves no other tribute at thy hands,

Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst But love, fair looks, and true obedience;

shrew. Too little payment for so great a debt.

Luc. 'T'is a wonder, by your leavc, she will be Such duty as the subject owes the prince,

tam'd so.

į kreunt. Even such a woman oweth to her husband:




LEONTES, King of Sicilia.

Clown, his son. MAMILLIUS, his son.

Servant to the old shepherd. CAMILLO,

AUTOLYCUS, a rogue.

Time, as Chorus.
Sicilian lords.

HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.
Another Sicilian lord.

Perdita, daughler to Leontes and Hermiore.
Rogero, a Sicilian gentleman.

Paulina, wife to Antigonus.
An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillius.
Officers of a Court of Judicature.

Two other ladies,
POLIXENES, King of Bohemia.

FLORIZEL, his son.

ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian lord.
A Mariner,

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Sutyrs for a Dance Gaoler.

Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, dic. An old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita

SCENE, - sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in BOHEMIA.

EMILIA, og ladies

, } attending the Queen. } shepherdesses.


SCENE I. - Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes' Bohemia. They were trained together in their childPalace.

hoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an

affection, which cannot choose but branch now Enter Camillo and ARCHIDAMUS.

Since their more mature dignities, and royal necesArch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bo- sities, made separation of their society, their enhemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are counters, though not personal, have been royally now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great dif- attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving ference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. embassies ; that they have seemed to be together,

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed he justly owes him.

winds. The heavens continue their loves! Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, Arch. I think, there is not in the world either we will be justified in our loves : for, indeed, - malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unCam. 'Beseech you,

speakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence came into my note.e in so rare - I know not what to say.

We will

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelli- | him: It is a gallant' child; one that, indeed, phygent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot sicks the subject, makes old hearts fresh ; they, praise us, as little accuse us.

that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet C'am. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's their life, to see him a man. given freely.

Arch. Would they else be content to die? Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utter- they should desire to live.

Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to to live on crutches till he had one. (Exeunt. 275

T 2


How sily

you ?

the sun,

SCENE IJ. The same. A Room of Slate in the

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, Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS,

When you depart, and save your thanks. Camillo, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been My prisoner? or my guest ? by your dread verily, The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne One of them you shall be. Without a burden : time as long again


Your guest then, madam :
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; To be your prisoner, should import offending ;
And yet we should,fo r perpetuity,

Which is for me less easy to commit,
Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, Than you to punish.
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,


Not your gaoler then, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more But


kind hostess. Come, I'll question you That go before it.

Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys; Leon.

Stay your thanks awhile ; You were pretty lordlings then. And pay them when you part.


We were, fair queen, Pol.

Sir, that's to-morrow. Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, I am question’d by my fears, of what may chance, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, Or breed upon our absence : That may

blow And to be boy eternal. No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' To tire your royalty. Leon.

We are tougher, brother, And bleat the one at the other : What we chang'd Than you can put us to't.

Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
No longer stay.

The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
Leon. One seven-night longer.

That any did : Had we pursued that life, Pol.

Very sooth, to-morrow, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and With stronger blood, we should have answer'd in that

heaven I'll no gain-saying.

Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear’d, Pol.

Press me not, 'beseech you, so; Hereditary ours. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the Her.

By this we gather, world,

You have tripp'd since. So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Pol.

O my most sacred lady, Were there necessity in your request, although Temptations have since then been born to us : for 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, Of my young play-fellow. To you a charge, and trouble : to save boih,


Grace to boot! Farewell, our brother.

Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. Your queen and I are devils : Yet, go on; Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; until

If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir, You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Charge him too coldly : Tell him, you are sure, With any but with us. All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction


Is he won yet?
The by-gone day proclaim'd ; say this to him, Her. He'll stay, my lord.
He's beat from his best ward.


At my request, he would not. Leon.

Well said, Hermione. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:

To better purpose. But let him say so then, and let him go;


Never ? But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,


Never, but once. We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.

Her. What ? have I twice said well ? when was't Yet of your royal presence [to POLIXENES.] I'll

before? adventure

I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueTo let him there a month, behind the gest

less, Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind

Our praises are our wages : You may ride us, What lady she her lord. You'll stay?

With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere Pol.

No, madam.

With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ;Her. Nay, but

will ?

My last good was, to entreat his stay;

I may not verily. What was my first ? it has an elder sister, Her. Verily!

Or I mistake you : 0, would her name were Grace! You put me off with simber vows: But I,

But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with Nay, let me hav't; I long. oaths,


Why, that was when Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,

Three crabbed months had sour d 'hemselves to You shall not go; a lady's verily is



Will you

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
I am yours for ever.

This quash, this gentleman: – Mine honest friend,
It is Grace, indeed.


eggs for money? Why, lo you now I have spoke to the purpose Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. twice;

Leon. You will ? why, happy man be his dole! The one for ever earn'd a royal husband ;

My brother, The other, for some while a friend.

Are you so fond of your young prince, as we [Giving her hand to PolixENES. Do seem to be of ours? Leon. Too hot, too hot : [Aside. Pol.

If at home, sir.
To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter :
I have tremor cordis on me :- - my heart dances; Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
But not for joy, — not joy. – This entertainment My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all :
May a free face put on; derive a liberty

He makes a July's day short as December;
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And, with his varying childness, cures in me
And well become the agent: it may, I grant : Thoughts that would thick my blood.
But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, Leon.

So stands this squire
As now they are ; and making practis'd smiles, Offic'd with me : We two will walk, my lord,
As in a looking glass ; and then to sigh, as 'twere And leave you to your graver steps.

The mort o' the deer; 0, that is entertainment How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcoine;
My bosom likes not, nor my brows. - Mamillius, Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap :
Art thou my boy?

Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Ay, my good lord.

Apparent to my heart.

l'fecks? Her.

If you would seek us, Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy We are your's i’the garden : Shall's attend you there? nose?

Leon. To your own bents dispose you : you'll be They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,

found, We must be neat ; not neat, but cleanly, captain : Be you beneath the sky:- I am angling now, And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,

Though you perceive me not how I give line. Are all call'd neat. — Still virginalling

Go to, go to! [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. (Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm ? - How now, you wanton calf? How she holds up the neb, the bill to bim! Art thou my calf?

And arms her with the boldness of a wife Mam.

Yes, if you will, my lord. To her allowing husband! Gone already ; Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd that I have,

[Exeunt PoLIXENES, HERMIONE, To be full like me: - - yet, they say we are

and Attendants. Almost as like as eggs; women say so,

Go, play, boy, play ; - thy mother plays, and I That will say any thing : But were they false Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes

Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play; - There No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true

have been, To say this boy were like me. — - Come, sir page,

Or I am much deceiv’d, cuckolds ere now; Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet villain ! And many a man there is, even at this present, Most dear’st ! my collop!--Can thy dam?-may't be? Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, Affection! thy intention stabs the centre :

That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence, Thou dost make possible, things not so held, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Communicat'st with dreams; (How can this Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't. be?)

Whiles other men have gates; and those gates With what's unreal thou coactive art,

open'd, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, As mine, against their will : Should all despair, Thou may’st co-join with something; and thou dost; That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind (And that beyond commission ; and I find it,) Would hang themselves. Physick for't there is And that to the infection of my brains, And hardening of my brows.

It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Pol.

What means Sicilia? Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, Her. He something seems unsettled.

From east, west, north, and south : Be it concluded, Pol.

How, my lord ? | No barricado for a belly; know it; What cheer? how is't with you, best brother ? It will let in and out the enemy, Her.

You look, With bag and baggage : many a thousand of us As if held a brow of much distraction :

Have the disease, and feel't not. — How now, boy? Are you mov'd, my lord ?

Mam. I am like you, they say.
No, in good earnest,


Why, that's some comfort. How sometimes nature will betray its folly,

What! Camillo there? Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime

Cam. Ay, my good lord. To barder bosoms ! Looking on the lines

Leon. Go play, Mamillius ; thou’rt an honest Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil

(Ezrit MAMILLIUS. Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd, Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,

Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold : Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,

When you cast out, it still came home.





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