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Derived from the ancient Capulet:
Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny
You give away myself, which is known mine;
Laf. Your reputation [To BERTRAM.] comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her.
Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate [your highness Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Than for to think that I would sink it here. King, Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend,
Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your
He had not my virginity.
He might have bought me at a common price:
He blushes, and 'tis it:
Of six preceding ancestors, that gem
Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth:
• Decease, die. + Gamester when Value. Noted. Debauched. her appearance of being common.
Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,
Ber. I think, she has certain it is, I liked her,
And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth:
The same upon your finger.
his of late.
[a-bed. Dia. And this was it I gave him, being King. The story then goes false, you threw Out of a casement. [it him Dia. I have spoke the truth. Enter PAROLLES.
Ber. My lord,I do confess, the ring was hers. King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather Is this the man you speak of? [starts you.Ay, my lord.
King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me truc, I charge you,
Not fearing the displeasure of your master, (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll kee
[you: By him, and by this woman here, what know Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have. King, Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love this woman?
Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her: But how? King. How, I pray you?
Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a woman.
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
applied to a female, then meant a common woman.. Love. ** Her solicitation concurring with ++ May justly make me fast. #Fellow.
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 aside.
This ring, you say, was yours?
Ay, my good lord.
Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not
King. Who lent it you?
It was not lent me neither.
Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. King. Wherefore hast thou accused him all this while?
He knows himself, my bed he hath defiled;
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick :
I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring,
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 know,
To make the even truth in pleasure flow :-
For I can guess, that, by the honest aid,
The king's a beggur, now the play is done:
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty; 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. [royal sir; Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, [Exit Widow. The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for, And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Who hath abused me, as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm'd me,here I quit him: Too artful. ↑ Common woman. without interruption, and take our parts, support and defend us. This play has many delightful scenes, though not sufficiently probable, and some happ characters, though not new, nor produced by any deep knowledge of human nature. Paroli is a boaster and a coward, such as has always been the sport of the stage, but perhaps never raised more laughter or contempt than in the hands of Shakspeare.
Your gentle hands lend us, and take ou
I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram; a man noble without generosity, and young without truth; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
The story of Bertram and Diana had been told before of Mariana and Angelo, and, to con fess the truth, scarcely merited to be heard a second time.-JOHNSON,
TAMING OF THE SHREW
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken tinker.
BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.
PETRUCHIO, a gentleman of Verona, a sui-
CURTIS, }servants to Petruchio. PEDANT, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio. Scene,-sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.
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: Sessat!
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jerouimy-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough T. [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. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: [boss'd tt. Brach ** Merriman,-the poor cur is emAnd couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. [good
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good aa hc, my lord;
He cried upon it at the merest loss,
Beat or knock.
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
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk?
2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warmed with ale,
swine he lies!
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a [thine image! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.— What think you, if he were conveyed 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 wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself? 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. [when he waked. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth
Then take him up, and manage well the jest:-
line and the scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the ¶ An officer whose authority equals a constable. + Strained.
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, | And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
Procure me music ready when he wakes,
Some one be ready with a costly suit,
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
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.
How now? who is it?
Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honour. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me tonight?
2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty.
Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow remember,
i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves,
Were he the veriest antic in the world.
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
And call him-madam, do him obeisance,
Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,
No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
Anon I'll give thee more instructions.
[Exit Servant. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; And how my men will stay themselves from laughter,
When they do homage to this simple peasant. II'll in to counsel them: haply, my presence May well abate the over-merry spleen, Which otherwise would grow into extrernes. [Exeunt.
Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son;-
I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord's
SLY is discovered in a rich night gown,
Lord. 'Tis very true;-thou didst it excel-
Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of
3 Serv. What raiment will your honour
Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not mehonour, 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, Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Should be infused with so foul a spirit! Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, 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
[droop. 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your house,
As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
And twenty caged nightingales do sing: →
Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,
Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, 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.
Adonis, painted by a running brook:
3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood; [bleeds: Scratching her legs that one shall swear she And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
So_workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a Thou hast a lady far more beautiful [lord: Than any woman in this waning age. 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.
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, bason,& napkin. O, how we joy to see your wit restored! [are! O, that once more you knew but what you These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Or, when you waked, so waked as if you slept. Sly. These fifteen years! by my fayt, a goodly nap.
But did I never speak of all that time? 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words:
[ber, For though you lay here in this goodly chamYet 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, Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts: [Hacket. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely 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,-
Sly. I thank thee; thou shall not lose by it. Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants. Page. How fares my noble lord? Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer Where is my wife? [enough. Page. Here, noble lord; What is thy will [me-husband? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman. [and husband Page. My husband and my lord, my lord I am your wife in all obedience.
Sly. I know it well:-What must I call her? Lord. Madam.
Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords [dream'd, and slept Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have Above some fifteen year and more. [me; Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto