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King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless Dead though she be, she feels her young one thou canst say they are married : But thou art
kick; too fine in thy evidence; therefore stand aside. So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: - This ring, you say, was yours?
And now behold the meaning.
Re-enter Widow, with HELENA.
King. Is there no exorcist Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes? it.
Is't real, that I see? King. Who lent it you?
Hel. No, my good lord : Dia. It was not lent me neither.
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, King. Where did you find it then ?
The name, and not the thing. Dia. I found it not.
Ber. Both, both; 0, pardon ! King. If it were yours by none of all these Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this ways,
maid, How could you give it him?
I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, Dia. I never gave it him.
And, look you, here's your letter : This it says, Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; When from my finger you can get this ring, she goes off and on at pleasure.
And are by me with child, &c.—This is done : King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? wife.
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I clearly, know.
I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. King. Take her away, I do not like her now; Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, To prison with her : and away with him.- Deadly divorce step between me and you ! Unless thou tell’st me where thou bad’st this 0, my dear mother, do I see you living? ring,
Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep Thou diest within this hour.
anon :-Good Tom Drum, [To Parolles.] lend Dia. I'll never tell you.
me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on King. Take her away.
me home, I'll make sport with thee: Let thy Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege.
courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. King. I think thee now some common cus- King. Let us from point to point this story tomer.
know, Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. To make the even truth in pleasure flow :King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all If thou be’st yet a fresh uncropped flower, this while ?
[To Diam. Dia. Because, he's guilty, and he is not guilty; Choose thou thy husband, and 111 pay thy dower; He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't: For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not.
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life ; Of that, and all the progress, more and less, I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. Resolvedly more leisure shall express :
[Pointing to Lafeu. All yet seems well, and if it end so meet, King. She does abuse our ears ; to prison The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. with her.
[Flourish. Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay,
Advancing royal sir ;
[Exit Widow. The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for, The king's a beggar, now the play is done : And he shall surety me. But for this lord, All is well ended, if the suit be won, Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, That you express content: which we will pay, Though yet he never harm’d me, here I quit With strife to please you, day erceeding day: him :
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts ; He knows himself, my bed he hath defild ; Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. And at that time he got his wife with child :
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.
servants to Lucentio. CHRISTOPHER Sly, a drunken tinker. Persons BIONDELLO, Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, Çin the In- GRUMIO,
servants to Petruchio. and other Servants attending on the duction. Curtis, Lord
PEDANT, an old fellow, set up to personate Vin.
centio, BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua. Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa.
KATHARINA, the Shrew, LUCENTIO, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. Bianca, her sister,
ta. PETRUCHIO, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Widow. Katharina.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on GREMIO,
Baptista and Petrychio.
suitors to Bianca,
Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll SCENE 1.- Before an ale-house on a heath. answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch,
boy; let him come, and kindly. Enter Hostess and Sly.
[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith. Host . A pair of stocks, you rogue !
Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues ;
Huntsmen and Servants. Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well Conqueror. Therefore, paucus pallabris; let the world slide: Sessa!
Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd, Host . You will not pay for the glasses you And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd
brach. Sly. No, not a denier : Go by, says Jeronimy; Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
[Erit. i Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
my hounds :
He cried upon it at the merest loss,
Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:
[Erit Servant. Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Belike some noble gentleman ; that means,
Lord. Thou art a fool ; if Echo were as fleet, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all ;
Re-enter a Servant. To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
How now? who is it? 1 Hun. I will, my lord.
Serv. An it please your honour, Lord. What's here; one dead, or drunk ? See, Players, that offer service to your lordship. doth he breathe?
Lord. Bid them come near : 2 Hun. He breathes, 'my lord: Were he not warm’d with ale,
Enter Players. This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Now, fellows, you are welcome. Lord. O monstrous beast ! how like a swine 1 Play. We thank your honour. he lies!
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our image !
duty Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I reWhat think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
member, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ; fingers,
'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: A most delicious banquet by his bed,
I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd. Would not the beggar then forget himself? 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
Lord. 'Tis very true;-thou didstitexcellent.2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when Well, you are come to me in happy time; he wak'd.
The rather for I have some sport in hand, Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth- Wherein your cunning can assist me much. less fancy.
There is a lord will hear you play to-night: Then take him up, and manage well the jest :- But I am doubtful of your modesties; Carry him gently
to my fairest chamber, Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: (For yet his honour never heard a play,) Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, You break into some merry passion, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet : And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, Procure me music ready when he wakes, If you should smile, he grows impatient. To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; í Play. Fear not, my lord ; we can contain And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
ourselves, And, with a low submissive reverence,
Were he the veriest antic in the world. Say,–What is it your honour will command ? Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, Let one attend him with a silver basin, And give them friendly welcome every one: Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; Let them want nothing, that my house affordsAnother bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
[Ereunt Servant and Players. And say,–Wilt please your lordship cool your Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, hands?
[To a Servant. Some one be ready with a costly suit,
And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: And ask him what apparel he will wear ; That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamAnother tell him of his hounds and horse,
ber, And that his lady mourns at his disease : And call him-madam, do him obeisance. Persuade him, that he hath been lunatic; Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) And, when he says he is -, say, that he dreams, He bear himself with honourable action, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
Such as he hath obsery'd in noble ladies This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;
Unto their lords, by them accomplished: It will be pastime passing excellent,
Such duty to the drunkard let him do, If it be husbanded with modesty.
With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play And say,–What is't your honour will command, our part,
Wherein your lady, and your humble wife
, As he shall think, by our true diligence, May show her duty, and make known her love? He is no less than what we say he is.
And then—with kind embracements, teinpting Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with kisses, him ;
And with declining head into his bosom,And each one to his office, when he wakes.- Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed
[Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
Who, for twice seven years, hath esteem'd him Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred shun Yo better than a poor and loathsome beggar :
your house, And if the boy have not a woman's gift, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. To rain a shower of commanded tears,
0, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; An onion will do well for such a shift; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Which in a napkin being close convey'd, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams : Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
Look how thy servants do attend on thee, See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; Each in his office ready at thy beck. Anon I'll give thee more instructions.- Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, [Exit Servant.
[Music. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, And twenty caged nightingales do sing: Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed And how my men will stay themselves from On purpose trimm'd up for Serniramis. laughter,
Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: When they do homage to this simple peasant. Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, I'll in to counsel them : haply, my presence
Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. May well abate the over-merry spleen,
Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will Which otherwise would grow into extremes.
[Exeunt. Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt?
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, SCENE II.-A bedchamber in the Lord's house. And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
1 Serr. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds Sly is discovered in a rich night-gown, with At
are as swift tendants ; some with apparel, others with ba- As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. sin, ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch Lord, dressed like a servant.
Adonis, painted by a running brook : Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. And Cytherea all in sedges hid ; 1 Serv. Will’t please your lordship drink a Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, cup of sack
Even as the waving sedges play with wind. 2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid ; these conserves ?
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, 3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear As lively painted as the deed was done. to-day?
3 Serr. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me
wood; honour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my Scratching her legs that one shall swear she life ; and if you give me any conserves, give me bleeds : conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than Thou hast a lady far more beautiful shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the Than any woman in this waning age. overleather.
1 Serv. And, till the tears, that she hath shed Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your for thee, honour !
Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, 0, that a mighty man, of such descent, She was the fairest creature in the world ; Of such possessions, and so high esteem, And yet she is inferior to none. Should be infused with so foul a spirit !
Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now? not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton- I do not sleep: I sec, I hear, I speak; heath ; by birth a pedlar, by education a card- I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things : maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly:Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on And once again, a pot oʻthe smallest ale. the score for sheer ale, score me up for the ly- 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash ingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught: Here's
[Servants present an ever, basin, and napkin. 1 Serv. O, this it is, that makes your lady o, how we joy to see your wit restor'd!.
0, that once more you knew but what you are ! 2 Sery. O, this it is, that makes your servants These fifteen years you have been in a drean; droop.
Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept.
Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, nap.
and slept But did I never speak of all that time?
Above some fifteen year and more. I Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words: Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, For though you lay here in this goodly chainber, Being all this time abandon’d from your bed. Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; Sly. 'Tis much ;- -Servants, leave me and And rail upon the hostess of the house ;
her alone. And say, you would present her at the leet, Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd Page. Thrice noble lord, let une entreat of you, quarts :
To pardon me yet for a night or two; Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. Or, if not so, until the sun be set :
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the liouse. For your physicians have expressly charg', Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no In peril to incur your former malady, such maid ;
That I should yet absent me from your bed:
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my goodamends!
Enter a Servant.
amendment, Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants.
Are come to play a pleasant comedy, Page. How fares my noble lord ?
For so your doctors hold it very meet; Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer Seeing too much sadness hath congeald your enough.
blood, Where is my wife?
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, with her?
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens husband ?
life. My men should call me --lord; I am your good- Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it: Is not
a commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and trick ? husband ;
Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing I am your wife in all obedience.
stuff. Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her? Sly. What, household stuff ? Lord. Madam.
Puge. It is a kind of history. Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam ?
Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, · Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shali ladies.
ne'er be younger.
[They sit down.
Most trusty servant, well appror'd in al};
A course of learning, and ingenious studies.
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
A merchant of great traffic through the world, I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. The pleasant garden of great Italy;
Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, With his good will, and thy good company, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deels :