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Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were true.

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Wid. Then never trust ine if I be afeard. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense; I mean Hortensio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.

Pet. Roundly replied.
Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good

Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns


I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrows by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.

Kath. A very mean meaning,

Right, I mean you.

Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. 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, tad.

[Drinks to HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt? a 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.

Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun,

Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow :You are welcome all.

[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here signior Tranio,

This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.

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Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Enter KATHARINA.

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!

Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? Kath. They sit conferring by the parlor fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands: 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
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Bap. Now, fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is changed, 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.

Tra. O sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey-Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow


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.
Bup. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that girl, 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 assu-

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Hor. Who shall begin? Luc.

That will I. Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bion. I go.


Bup. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself. Re-enter BIONDELLO.

See, where she comes; and brings your froward


As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.-
Katharine, that cap of yours become you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws
it down.

Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

Biun. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have

no telling.

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I say, she shall;-and first begin with her. Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind 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 farne, as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

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 his body Sir, my mistress sends you word To painful labor, both by sea and land; That she is busy, and she cannot come !

How now! what news?


1 Sarcasm.

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, 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 when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed, that women are so simple

To offer war, where they should kneel for 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 compare,-
Gentle tempers.

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 foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
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.

Lac. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed:

We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white: TO LUCENT10. And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a curst shrew.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so. [Exeunt.

Abate your spirits.

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Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia 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, indeed,— Cam. 'Beseech you,

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.-We will give you sleepy drinks: that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, 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. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; 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 malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.

Cum. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, 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?

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a Wide waste of country.

Affords a cordial to the state.

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.
SCENE II-A Room of State in the Palace.
LIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been
The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
That go before it.
Stay your thanks awhile;
And pay them when you part.



Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our absence: That may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty. We are tougher, brother,


Than you can put us to't.
No longer stay.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and
in that
I'll no gain-saying.

Press me not, 'beseech you so:
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the

So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it. My aflairs
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 surc,



All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.

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.-

What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or 1 mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace!
But once before I spoke to the purpose: When?
Nay, let me have't, I long.
Why, that was when
Three crabb'd months had sour'd themselves to death
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,
It is Grace, indeed.--
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice:
The one forever earned a royal husband;
The other, for some while a friend.

Yet of your royal presence [To POLIXENES.] I'll I am yours for ever.


The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission,
To let him there a month, behind the gests

Prefixed for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind
What lady she her lord.-You'll stay?

Her. Nay, but you will.

Her. Verily!

No, madam.

I may not, verily.

You put me off with limber vows: But I,

Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
Too hot, too hot: Aside.
To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances;
But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment
May a free face put on: derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: it may, I grant:

Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with But to be paddling palins, and pinching fingers,


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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?

My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily,
One of them you shall be.
Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punish.

Not your gaoler then,

But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys:
You were pretty lordlings then.
We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind,
But such a day to-morrow as to day,
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,

And bleat the one at the other: what we changed,
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
That any did: Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher reared
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd

Boldly, Not guilty: the imposition clear'd,
Hereditary ours.


By this we gather,

You have tripp'd since.
O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been borne to us: for
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.


Grace to boot!

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 answer;
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.


Her. He'll stay, my lord.

Is he won yet?

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Why that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy

They say it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call'd neat.-Still virginalling"

Upon his palm-How now, you wanton calf?
Art thou my calf?
Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots
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 truc
To say this boy were like me.-Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin' eye: Sweet villain!
Most dearest! 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 be?)
With what's unreal thou co-active art,
And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent,
Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost:
(And that beyond commission; and I find it :)
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardening of my brows.


What means, Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.

How, my lord?
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
You look,

As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Are you moved, my lord?

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 unbreech'd,

At my request, he would not. In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st,

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Are you so fond of your young prince, as wo
Do seem to be of ours?
If at home, sir,
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.
So stands this squire
Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione,
How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome:
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap:
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.


If you would seek us, We are your's i'the garden: Shall's attend you there! Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,

Be you beneath the sky:-I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.'
Go to, go to

Asile. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE.
How she holds up the neb,' the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband! Gone already;
Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd




Go, play, boy, play;-thy mother plays, and I
Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamor
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,
That little thinks she has been sluiced in his absence,
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbor, by
Sir Smile, his neighbor: nay, there's comfort in't,
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,
From east, west, north, and south; Be it concluded,
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.
What! Camillo there?
Cum. Ay, my good lord:
Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest
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.
Didst note it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made
His business more material.

Why, that's some comfort.



Didst perceive it?They're here with me already; whispering, rounding.

Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone,
When I shall gusts it last.-How cam't, Camillo,
That he did stay?


At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's bet; good should be pertinent;

But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine?
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks:-Not noted, is't,
But of the finer natures? by some severals,
Of head-piece extraordinary lower messes,"
Perchance, are to this business purblind: say.
Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most under-


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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.

Be it forbid, my lord!
Leon. To bide upon't;-Thou art not honest: or,
If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward;
Which hoxes' honesty behind, restraining
From course required: Or else thon must be counted
A servant, grafied 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.

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-performance, '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.
Have not you seen, Camillo,
(But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,) or heard,
(For, to a vision so apparent, rumor
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 cars, nor thought,) then say
My wife's a hobby-horse: deserves a naine
As rank as any flax wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.

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.
Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses!
Kissing with inside lip stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infalible
Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes! noon, midnight! and all eyes blind
With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing?
Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing;
The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.
Good my lord, be cured
Of this diseas'd opinion, and beumes;
For 'tis most dangerous.


Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon.

Say, it be; 'tis true.

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 Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both. Were my wife s liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass. Cam.

To hox is to hamstring.

Who does infect her!

Disorders of the eye.

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