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Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused : And time it is, when raging war is done, O monstrous villain !
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown. Re-enter BIONDELLO, with Lucentio, and Bianca. My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine: Bion. O, we are spoiled, and — Yonder he is; Brother Petruchio, — sister Katharina, -deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
[Kneeling. Feast with the best, and welcome to my house ; Vin.
Lives my sweetest son? My banquet is to close our stomachs up, (BIONDELLO, Tranio, and Pedant run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father.
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down
[Kneeling. For now we sit to chat, as well as eat. Bap.
How hast thou offended ? Where is Lucentio ?
[They sit at table. Luc. Here's Lucentio,
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Right son unto the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne. 4 Gre. Here's packing', with a witness, to deceive
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow, us all!
Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard. Vin. Where is that villain Tranio,
Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?
sense; I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
round. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Pet. Roundly replied.
Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns
round: And happily I have arriv'd at last
I Unto the wished haven of my bliss :
pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe : Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
And now you know my meaning. Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have
Kath. A very mean meaning. sent me to the gaol.
Right, I mean you. Bap. But do you hear, sir ? (To LUCENTIO. )
Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. Have you married my daughter vithout asking my
Pet. To her, Kate ! good-will?
Hor. To her, widow ! Vin. Fear not, Baptista ; we will content you, go
Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy.
[Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.
Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. [Exit.
Bian. Head, and butt? an hasty-witted body Luc. Look not pale, Bianca ; thy father will not would say, your head and butt were head and horn, frown.
[Ereunt Luc. and Bian. Gre. My cake is dough 8: But I'll in among the
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll rest:
sleep again. Out of hope of all, — but my share of the feast.
Pet. Nay, that you shall not ; since you have PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance.
Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, this ado.
And then pursue me as you draw your bow: Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
You are welcome all. Kath. What, in the midst of the street ?
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?
Pet. She hath prevented me. – Here, signior Kath. No, sir: Heaven forbid; — but ashamed
Tranio, to kiss.
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not ; Pet. Why, then let's home again : Come, sirrah, Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.
Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyKath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss : now pray
hound, thee, love stay.
Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. Is not this well? - Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late.
Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.
Tra. 'Tis well sir, that you hunted for yourself ;
(Exeunt. 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. SCENE II. - A Room in Lucentio's House.
Bap. 7 ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. A Banquel set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO,
Luc. I thank thee for that gird7, good Trania GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PE
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here ? TRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow,
Pet. 'A has a little gall’d me, I confess; Tranio, BIONDELLO, Geumio, and others, at- | And as the jest did glance away from me, tending
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree; I think thou hast the verriest shrew of all,
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, * Deceived thine eyes.
Tricking, underhand contrivances.
Pel. Well, I say - no: and therefore, for as- Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet; surance,
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. Shall win the wager which we will propose. See, where she comes; and brings your froward Hor. Content: - What is the wager?
Twenty crowns. As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. Pet. Twenty crowns !
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. But twenty times so much upon my wife.
[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws Luc. A hundred then.
it down. Hor. Content.
Wid. Well! let me never have a cause to sigh, Pet.
A match ; 'tis done. Till I be brought to such a silly pass ! Hor. Who shall begin ?
Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc.
That will l. Go, Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Bion. I go.
[Exit. Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head
strong women Re-enter BIONDELLO.
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. How now! what news?
Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have Bian. Sir, my mistress sends you word
no telling That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come !
Wid. She shall not. Is that an answer?
Pet. I say, she shall ; -and first begin with her. Gre, Ay, and a kind one too :
Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind Pray heaven, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
brow; Pet. I hope, better. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor;
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To come to me forthwith.
(Exit BIONDELLO. It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Pet. 0, ho! entreat her!
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds, Nay, then she must needs come.
And in no sense is meet, or amiable. Hor.
am afraid, sir,
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; Re-enter BIONDELLO.
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Now, where's wife?
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. my Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, She will not come; she bids you come to her.
And for thy maintenance : commits his body Pet. Worse, and worse; she will not come ! O vile, To painful labour, both by sea and land; Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; Say, I command her come to me. '[Exit Grumio. And craves no other tribute at thy hands, Hor. I know her answer.
But love, fair looks, and true obedience; Pet.
Too little payment for so great a debt. Hor.
She will not come.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Even such, a woman oweth to her husband :
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, Enter KATHARINA.
And not obedient to his honest will, Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka- What is she, but a foul contending rebel, tharina!
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me? I am asham'd, that women are so simple Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife ? To offer war, where they should kneel for peace : Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
Pet. Go fetch them hither ; if they deny to come, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands : Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
[Exit KATHARINA. But that our soft conditions 8 and our hearts, Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Should well agree with our external parts ? Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love and quiet life, My mind hath been as big as one of yours, An awful rule, and right supremacy;
My heart as great; my reason, haply more And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. To bandy word for word, and frown for frown :
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio ! But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot ; For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
8 Gentle tempers.
9 Abate your spirits.
And place your hands below your husband's foot : 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 : Pet. Why, there's a wench !-- Come on, and kiss
[TO LUCENTIO. me, Kate.
And, being a wimer, God give you good night! Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt
[Ereunt PETRUCHIO and Kath. ha't.
Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are to
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are fro
LEONTES, Xing of Sicilia.
Clown, his Son. MAMILLIUS, his Son.
Servant to the old Shepherd.
AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue.
Time, as Chorus.
HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.
PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione. ROGERO, a Sicilian Gentleman.
Paulina, Wife to Antigonus.
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants ; Satyrs for a Dance; Gaoler.
Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, fc. An old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita.
SCENE, sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.
DORCAS, } Shepherdesses.
SCENE I. Sicilia. An Antichamber in Leontes' | such an affection, which cannot choose but branch Palace.
Since their more mature dignities, and royal
necessities, made separation of their society, their Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.
encounters, though not personal, have been royally Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bo- attornied', with interchange of gifts, letters, loving hemia, on the like occasion whereon my services embassies; that they have seemed to be together, are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great though absent; shook hands, as over a vast ?; and difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.
embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of winds. The heavens continue their loves ! Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which
Arch. I think, there is not in the world either he justly owes him.
malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unArch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, speakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; we will be justified in our loves : for, indeed, —
it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever Cam. 'Beseech you, —
came into my note. Arch. Verily, I speak it in the fredom of my him; it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, phy
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence. in so rare — I know not what to say.
We will sicks the subjects, makes old hearts fresh : they, give you sleepy drinks: that your senses, unintel- that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet ligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot their life, to see him a man. praise us, as little accuse us.
Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's
Cam. Yes: if there were no other excuse why given freely.
they should desire to live. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
to live on crutches till he had one. (Eseunt. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their
Supplied by substitution of embassies.
7 Wide waste of country, childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then
3 Affords a cordial to the state.
SCENE II. A Room of Slate in the Palace. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with
You shall not go; a lady's verily is
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
When you depart, and save your thanks. How say And yet we should for perpetuity,
you ? Go hence in debt : And therefore, like a cipher, My prisoner ? or my guest ? by your dread verily, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,
One of them you shall be. With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
Your guest then, madam : That go before it.
To be your prisoner, should import offending; Leon.
Stay your thanks awhile ; Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punish.
Not your gaoler then, I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Or broed upon our absence: That may blow Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys : No sneaping 4 winds at home, to make us say, You were pretty lordlings 7 then. This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd
We were, fair queen, To tire your royalty.
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, Leon. We are tougher, brother,
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 ? Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
the sun, Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and And bleat the one at the other : what we chang'd, in that
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not I'll no gain-saying.
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd Pol.
Press me not, 'beseech you so: That any did: Had we pursued that life, There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd world,
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
heaven Were there necessity in your request, although Boldly, Not Guilty: the imposition clear'd, "Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Hereditary ours. Do even drag me homeward : which to hinder,
By this we gather, Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,
You have tripp'd since. To you a charge, and trouble: to save both,
O my most sacred lady, Farewell, our brother.
Temptations have since then been born to us : for Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl ; Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace,
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes until
Of my young play-fellow. You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You,
Grace to boot! sir,
of this make no conclusion ; lest you say, Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,
Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on; All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction
The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us He's beat from his best ward.
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Leon.
Well said, Hermione. With any but with us. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong;
Is he won yet? But let him say so then, and let him go;
Her. He'll stay, my lord. But let him say so, and he shall not stay,
At my request, he would not. We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st Yet of your royal presence [T. POLIXENES.] I'll To better purpose. adventure
Never ? The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
Never, but once. You take my lord, I'll give him my commission,
Her. What? have I twice said well ? when was't To let him there a month, behind the gest
before? Prefix'd for his parting : yet, good deed , Leontes, I prythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make us I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind
As fat as tame things : One good deed, dying What lady she her lord. You'll stay?
No, madam. Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Her. Nay, but you will.
Our praises are our wages : You may ride us, Pol.
I may not, verily.
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere Her. Verily!
With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal : You put me off with limber vows: But I, My last good deed was, to entreat his stay;
What was my first ? it has an elder sister, • Nipping.
Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace. Gests were the names of the stages where the king appointed to lie, during a royal progress. 6 Indeed.
i A diminutive of lords