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

Ba. [To Luc.] But do you hear, sir? Have you married my daughter without asking my goodwill?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you; go to; But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy. [Exit. B.And I, to sound thedepth of this knavery.[Ex. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Gre. My cake is dough1: But I'll in among the rest:

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

Petruchio and Katharina advance.

K. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. [ado.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?
K.No,sir: Heaven forbid:-but ashamed tokiss.
Pet. Why, then let's home again:-Come,

sirrah, let's away. [thee, love, stay. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; 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. Pe-
truchio, Katharina, Hortensio and Widow,
Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, and others.
L. 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 thine:-
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,-
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down,
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

[They sit at table. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Ba. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word

were true.

P.Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Wid. Then never trust me 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.

1 Implying disappointment.

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P. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her B. 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. [you?

V. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again. [begun, Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Bia. Am I your bird? I meanto 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. Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey

hound,

Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
P. A good swift simile, but something currish.
T. "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,1good 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 verriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assur-
Let's each one send unto his wife; [ance,
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?
Luc.

Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns! I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife. Luc. A hundred then. Hor.

Pet.

Content.

Hor. Who shall begin? Luc.

A match; 'tis done. That will I. Go Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bian. I go.

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That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come !
Is that an answer?

Gre.
Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray heaven, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Pet. I hope, better.

[wife
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my
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?
[hand;
B. She says, you have some goodly jest in
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,
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her come to me. [Exit Grumio.
Hor. I know her answer.

Pet.

Hor.

What?

She will not come. P. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Enter Katherina.

tharina?

come,

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka[me? K. What is your will, sir, that you send for P. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to [bands: Swingel me them soundly forth unto their husAway, 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. P. Marry, peace it bodes, and love and quiet life,

An awful rule, and right supremacy: [happy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and
Bap. Now fair befal 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 yet;
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 froward

wives

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

[Kath. pulls of her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Well! let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, (time. Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supperB. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women [bands. What duty they do owe their lords and hus

1 Sway

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.

P. I say, she shall;-and first begin with her 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
And in no sense is meet, or amiable. [buds,
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
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
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.
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
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 asham'd, 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; [pare,-
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com-
That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs,2 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.
[ha't.
L. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt
Vin. "Tis a good hearing, when children are
toward.
[froward.
Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed :——

We three are married, but you two are sped. [To Lucentio.] "Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white:

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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Act First.

SCENE I.-SICILIA.

AN ANTECHAMBER IN LEONTES' PALACE.

Enter Camillo and Archidamus. 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 magnificencein 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

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hands, as over a vast1; 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; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physicks 2 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? 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.

SCENE II.-A ROOM OF STATE IN THE PALACE.

Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Mamillius, 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. 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 may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, 1 Wide waste. 2 Assuages trouble in. 3 Nipping

This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd
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.
Leon. We'll part the time between's then:
I'll no gainsaying.
[and in that
Pol.
Press me not, 'beseech you so:
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'
the world,

So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
"Twere needful I 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.
H. 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 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. H. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong; But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him say so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.

To Polixenes.] Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure

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 gest2
Prefix'd 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?

Pol.

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No, madam. I may not, verily.

Her. Nay, but you will. Pol.

Her. Verily!

You put me off with limber 5 vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths,

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?

My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily,
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.
Her.

Not your gaoler then,

But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were You were pretty lordlings then. [boys:

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Pol. 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.

H. 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 chang'd,
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 rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd
heaven

Boldly, Not Guilty: the imposition clear'd,
Hereditary ours.
Her.
By this we gather,
You have tripp'd since.
Pol.
O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born 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.

Her.
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.

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. Leon.

Never?

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 may ride us,
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to the gaol;-
My last good deed was, to entreat his stay;
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace
But once before I spoke to the purpose: When?
Nay, let me have't, I long.

Leon.
Why, that was when
Three crabbed 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, I am yours for ever.

Her. It is Grace, indeed. [twice: 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. [Aside.] Too hot, too hot : To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis1 on me :-my heart dances; But not for joy,-not joy.--This entertainment May a free face put on: derive a liberty

1 Trembling of the heart

From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: it may, I grant:
But as now they are, making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o' the deer1; O, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?
Mam.

Ay, my good lord.
Leon.
I'fecks? [thy nose?-
Why that's my bawcock.2 What, hast smutch'd
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 virginallings

[Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf?

Mam.

Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have,5

To be full like me:-yet, they say we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say anything: 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 true
To say this boy were like me.-Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin' eye: Sweet
villain!
[be?
Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam?-may't
Affection! thy intentions stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible, things not so held,
Communicat'st with dreams;-(How can this
With what's unreal thou co-active art, [be?)-
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.
Pol.
What means Sicilia?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol.
How, my lord?
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
Her.
You look,
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Are you mov'd, my lord?
Leon.

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,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
How like, methought, I then was to this kernal,
This squash, 10 this gentleman:-Mine honest
Will you take eggs for money?11 [friend,
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole!12
-My brother,

1 The tune played at the death of the deer.

2 Fine fellow.

3 Playing on a Spinet

4 Head.

5 Budding horna.

6 Boundary.

7 Blue, like the sky.

8 Eagerness.

9 Credible.

10 Pea-cod.

11 Will you be cajoled? 12 Lot

Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?
Pol.
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 its varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Leon.
So stands this squire
Offic'd 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 wel-
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: [come;
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Apparent1 to my heart.
Her.
If you would seek us,
We are your's i' the garden: Shall's attend you
there?
[be found,

Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll
Be you beneath the sky:-I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to! [Aside. Observing Pol. and Her.]
How she holds up the neb,2 the bill to him,
And arms her with the boldness of a wife.
To her allowing3 husband! Gone already.

[Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants.

Go, play, boy, play;-thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour 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's false: Should all despair, That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves; but many a thousand of us

IIave the disease and feel't not.-How now, Mam. I am like you, they say.

Leon. Why, that's some comfort.What! Camillo there?

Cam. Ay, my good lord.

man.

[boy?

Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou 'rt an honest [Exit Mamillius. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. C. You had much ado to make his anchor hold, When you cast out it still came home. Leon. Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; His business more material. [made Leon. Didst perceive it? They're herewith me already; whispering roundSicilia is a so-forth; "Tis far gone, [ing,1 When I shall gusts it last.-IIow cam't, Camillo, That he did stay? Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's be 't: good should be perBut so it is, it is not. Was this taken [tinent; By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks:-not noted, ist, But of the finer natures? by some severals

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