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ere I die. I have letters, that my son will be here | patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar to-night: I shall beseech your lordship, to remain under it, or no, the velvet knows : but 'tis a goodly with me till they meet together.
patch of velvet: his left cheek is a cheek of two Laf. Madam, I was thinking, with what manners pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. I might safely be admitted.
Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good Count. You need but plead your honorable privi. livery of honor! so, belike, is that. lege.
Clo. But it is your carbonadoeds face, Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you; I long but, I thank my God, it holds yet.
to talk with the young noble soldier.
Clo. Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate Re-enter Clown.
fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a the head, and nod at every man. [Exeunt
ACT V. SCENE I.-Marseilles. A Street. if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA, with two At
henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr'ytendants.
thee, allow the wind. Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and night,
Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, sir; I Must wear your spirits low: we cannot help it;
spake but by a metaphor. But since you have made the days and nights as one,
Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor.Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,
Prythee, get thee further. As nothing can unroot you. In happy time ;
Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
Clo. Foh, pr'ythee, stand away: A paper from Enter a gentle Astringer.9
fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, This man may help me to his majesty's ear, here he comes himself. If he would spend his power.-God save you, sir. Gent. And you.
Enter Lareu. Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat, Gent I have been sometimes there.
(but not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the unclean Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is mudFrom the report that goes upon your goodness;
died withal : Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may; And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles The use of your own virtues, for the which
of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. I shall continue thankful.
[Exit Clown. Gent.
What's your will ? Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath Hel. That it will please you
cruelly scratched. To give this poor petition to the king;
Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too And aid me with that store of power you have, late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played To come into his presence.
the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, Gent. The king's not here.
who of herself is a good lady, and would not have Hel.
Not here, sir? knaves thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu Gent.
Not, indeed: for you: Let the justices make you and fortune He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste friends: I am for other business. Than is his use.
Par. I beseech your honor, to hear me one sinWid.
Lord, how we lose our pains ! gle word. Hel. All's well that ends well, yet;
Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you Though time seem so adverse, and means unfit- shall ha't; save your word. I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;
Laf. You beg more than one word, then.-Cox'my Whither I am going.
passion! give me your hand:-How does
your drum? Hel.. I do beseech you, sir,
Par. O my good lord, you were the first that Since you are like to see the king before me,
found me. Commend the paper to his gracious hand ;
Laf. Was I, in sooth ? and I was the first that Which, I presume, shall render you no blame, lost thee. But rather make you thank your pains for it:
Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some I will come after you, with what good speed grace, for you did bring me out. Our means will make us means.
Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon Gent.
This I'll do for you. me at once both the office of God and the devil! one Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. Whate'er falls more.—We must to horse again ;- [Trumpets sound.] The king's coming, I know by Go, go, provide.
(Exeunt. bis trumpets.-Sirrah, inquire further after me; I
had talk of you last night: though you are a fool and SCENE II.-Rousillon. The inner Court of the
a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow.
Par. I praise God for you.
SCENE III.-A Room in the Countess's Palace. Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu this letter: I have, ere now, sir, been better known Flourish. Enter King, Countess, LAFEU, Lords, to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher
Gentlemen, Guards, &c. clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem' mont, and smell somewhat strong of her strong dis- Was made much poorer by it: but your son, pleasure.
As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, Her estimation home.? • Scored like a piece of meat for the gridiron.
'Tis past, my liege : A gentleman falconer
1 Reckoning or estimate. * Completely, in its full extent
And I beseech your majesty to make it
Make trivial price of serious things we have, Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth; Not knowing them, until we know their grave: When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, O'erbears it, and burns on.
Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: King
My honor'd lady, Our own love waking cries to see what's done, I have forgiven and forgotten all;
While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. And watch'd the time to shoot.
Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin: Laf.
This I must say,
The main consents are had; and here we'll stay But first I beg my pardon,—The young lord To see our widower's second marriage-day. Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady, Count. Which better than the first, О dear heaven, Offence of mighty note; but to himself
· bless! The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife,
Or, ere they meet, in me, 0 nature, cease! Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive; Must be digested, give a favor from you, Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serve, To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, Humbly call'd mistress.
That she may quickly come.-By my old beard, King.
Praising what is lost, And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, Makes the remembrance dear. — Well, call him Was a sweet creature; such a ring as this, hither ;
The last that e'er I took her leave at court, We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
I saw upon her finger. All repetition;'Let him not ask our pardon;
Hers it was not. The nature of his great offence is dead,
King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, And deeper than oblivion do we bury
While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.'The incensing relics of it: let him approach, This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood So 'tis our will he should.
Necessitied to help, that by this token Gent.
I shall, my liege. I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her
[Exit Gentleman. Of what should stead her most? King. What says he to your daughter? have you Ber.
My gracious sovereign, spoke?
Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
Son, on my life,
I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it That set him high in fame.
At her life's rate.
I am sure, I saw her wear it. Laf.
He looks well on't. Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it: King. I am not a day of season,
In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain’d the name In me at once: But to the brightest beams Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, I stood ingag'd:' but when I had subscrib'd The time is fair again.
To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, Ber.
My high repented blames, I could not answer in that course of honor Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
As she had made the overture, she ceas'd, King
All is whole; In heavy satisfaction, and would never Not one word more of the consumed time.
Receive the ring again. Let's take the instant by the forward top;
Plutus himself, For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Steals ere we can effect them: You remember Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, The daughter of this lord ?
Whoever gave it you: Then, if you know, Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first
That you are well acquainted with yourself, I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue: You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety, Where the impression of mine eye infixing, That she would never put it from her finger, Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, Unless she gave it to yourself in bed, Which warp'd the line of every other favor; (Where you have never come,) or sent it us Scorn'd a fair color, or express'd it stoln; Upon her great disaster. Extended or contracted all proportions,
She never saw it. To a most hideous object: Thence it came,
King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myself,
honor; Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye And mak’st conjectural fears to come into me The dust that did offend it.
Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove King. Well excus'd:
That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove so;That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away And yet I know not :-thou didst hate her deadly. From the great compt: But love, that comes too late, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, To the great sender turns a sour offence,
More than to see this ring.--Take him away.Crying, That's good that's gone: our rash faults
[Guards seize BERTRAM. • Recollection. • i. e. Of uninterrupted rain. • In the sense of unengaged. • The philosopher's stina
My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, For I by vow am so embodied yours,
That she, which marries you, must marry me,
Laf. Your reputation [70 BERTRAM.] comes too Ber.
If you shall prove short for my daughter; you are no husband for her This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creaProve that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
ture, Where yet she never was.
Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your [Exit BERTRAM, guarded. highness Enter a Gentleman.
Lay a more noble thought upon mine honor,
Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill tn Gent. Gracious sovereign,
friend, Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your Here's a petition from a Florentine,
honor, Who hath for four or five removes,' come short
Than in my thought it lies! To tender it herself. I undertook it,
Good my lord,
King. What say'st thou to her?
She's impudent, my lord. In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
And was a common gamester to the camp.' Your highness with herself.
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so, King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to He might have bought me at a common price: marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say Do not believe him: 0, behold this ring, it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a Whose high respect, and rich validity, widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that, honor's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking He gave it to a commoner o' the camp, no leave, and I follow him to his country for jus- If I be one. tice: Grant it me, o king; in you it best lies ; Count. He blushes, and 'tis it: otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is Of six preceding ancestors, that gem undone.
DIANA CAPULET. Conferr’d by testament to the sequent issue, Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife; toll him :S for this, I'll none of him.
That ring's a thousand proofs. King. The heavens have thought well on thee,
Methought, you said, Lafeu,
You saw one here in court could witness it. To bring forth this discovery-Seek these suitors:
Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce Go, speedily, and bring again the count.
So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles. [Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady,
King. Find him, and bring him hither. Was foully snatch'd.
What of him? Count. Now, justice on the doers! He's quoted' for a most perfidious slave,
With all the spots o'the world tax'd and debosh'd; Enter Bertram, guarded.
Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth: King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter, you,
That will speak any thing? And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, King:
She hath that ring of yours Yet you desire to marry.- What woman's that? Ber. I think she has: certain it is, I liked her,
And boarded her i’the wanton way of youth: Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and Diana.
She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Madding my eagerness with her restraint. Derived from the ancient Capulet;
As all impediments in fancy's' course My suit, as I do understand, you know,
Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honor Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;
I must be patient; women?
You that turn'd off a first so noble wife, Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny May justly diet me. I pray you yet, But that I know them: Do they charge me further? (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,) Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your Send for your ring, I will return it home, wife?
And give me mine again. Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.
I have it not. Dia.
If you shall marry, King. What ring was yours, I pray you? You give away this hand, and that is mine;
Sir, much liko You give away heaven's vows, and those are minc; The same upon you. finger. You give away myself, which is known mine;
Gamester, when applied to a female, then meant acm
I.in * Post-stages.
# Pay toll for him. • Her solicitation concurring with her appearance of • Decease, die.
King. Know you this ring? this ring was his King. Take her away. of late.
I'll put in bail, my liege. Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. King. I think thee now some common customer
King. The story then goes false, you threw it him, Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. Dut of a casement.
King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this Dia. I have spoke the truth.
while ? Enter PAROLLES.
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty;
He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to't. Ber. My lord, I do confess, the ring was hers. I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not. King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; you.
I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. . Is this the man you speak of?
[Pointing to LaFeU. Dia.
Ay, my lord. King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, royal you,
[Exit Widow Not fearing the displeasure of your master, The jeweller, that owes whe ring, is sent for (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,) And he shall surety me. But for this lord, By him, and by this woman here, what know you? Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,
Par. So please your majesty, my master hath Though yet he never harm’d me, here I quit him i been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had He knows himself, my bed he hath defila; in him, which gentlemen have.
And at that time he got his wife with child: King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick: this woman?
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; But how? And now behold the meaning. King. How, I pray you?
Re-enter Widow, with HELENA. Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves
King. a woman.
Is there no exorcist King. How is that?
Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
No, my good lord; What an equivocal companion is this?
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, Par. I am a poor. man, and at your majesty's The name, and not the thing. command.
Both, both; O pardon ! Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty
Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, orator.
I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage? And, look you, here's your letter; This it says, Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak.
When from my finger you can get this ring, King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st? And are by me with child, &c.—This is done :
Par. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go be Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? tween them, as I said; but more than that, he
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this loved her,--for indeed he was mad for her, and I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. [clearly, talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I
Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, know not what: yet I was in that credit with them Deadly divorce step between me and you ! at that time, that I knew of their going to bed; O, my dear mother, do I see you living? and of other motions, as promising her marriage,
Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon: and things that would derive me ill will to speak of, handkerchief: So, I thank thee: wait on me home,
-Good Tom Drum, [To PAROLLES.] lend me a therefore I will not speak what I know.
King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou I'll make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, canst say they are married : But thou art too fine they are scurvy ones. in thy evidence: therefore stand aside
King. Let us from point to point this story know, This ring, you say, was yours?
To make the even truth in pleasure flow:Dia.
Ay, my good lord. If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,[ 75 Diana. King, Where did you buy it? or who gave it you? Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, King. Who lent it you?
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid. Dia.
It was not lent me neither. Of that, and all the progress, more and less, King. Where did you find it then?
Resolvedly more leisure shall express : Dia.
I found it not. All yet seems well; and if it end so meet, King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet, How could you give it him?
[Flourish Dia. I never gave it him.
Advancing Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure.
The king's a beggar, now the play is done : King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. All is well ended, if this suit be won,
That Dia. It might be yours or hers for aught I know. With strife to please you, day exceeding day:
you express content; which we will pay, King. Take her away, I do not like her now; To prison with her, and away with him.
Ours be your patience, then, and yours our parts; Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring,
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. Thou djest within this hour.
I'll never tell you. "1. c. Take our parts, support and defend us
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
, } Servants to Lucentio. Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen and the Induc- GRUMIO, Servants to Petruchio. other Servants attending on the Lord. Stion. Curtis, S
Pedant, an old Fellow, set up to personate Vin BAPTISTA, a rich Gentleman of Padua. Vincentio, an old Gentleman of Pisa. LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with
Bianca. Bunchmens Dieshrew,} Daughters to Baptista. , a
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on
Baptista and Petruchio. SCENE, sometimes in Palta; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.
HORTENs10, Suitors to Bianca.
SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath. And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Enter Hostess and Sly.
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? Sly. I'll pheese' you, in faith.
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!
1 Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: He cried upon it at the merest loss, Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Conqueror. Therefore paucas pallabris;a let the Trust me, I take him for the better dog. world slide: Sessa! 3
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have I would esteem him worth a dozen such. burst?
But sup them well, and look unto them all;
1 Hunt. I will, my lord. Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, thirdborough.
doth he breathe ? Sly Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll an- 2 Hunt. He breathes, my lord: Were he not swer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let
warm'd with ale, him come, and kindly.
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he
lies! Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! Huntsmen and Servants.
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, hounds: Brache Merriman,—the poor cur is emboss'd, —
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes, · Be quiet.
Would not the beggar then forget himself? This line and scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from 1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish Tragedy.
2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when • An officer whose authority equals that of a constable. • Bitch.
1 Beat or knock.
• Few words.