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Vin. Fair sir,-and you my merry mistress, Pet. Why, how now, gentlemåp! (TO Vincen:) That with your strange encounter ́much amaz’d why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another me,

(Pisa : | man's pame. My name is call'd— Vincentio; my dwelling Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, 'a And bound I am to Padua; there to visit

means to cozen somebody in this city under my A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

countenance. Pet. What is bis name?

Re enter BIONDELLO. Vin,

Lacentio, gentle sir. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son.

Bion. I have seen them in the church together; And now by law, as well as reverend age,

God send 'em good shipping !-But who is here?

mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, I may entide thee-my loving father; The sister to my wife, this gentlowoman,

and brought to nothing. Thy son by this hath married: Wonder not,

Vin. Come bither, crack-hemp. Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,

(Seeing Biondello.) Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;

Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir. Beside, só qualified as may beseem

Vin. Come hither, you rogue: What, have you The spouse of any noble gentleman.

forget me? Let me embrace with old Vincentio :

Bion. Forgot you ? no, sir : I could not forget And wander we to see thy honest son,

you, for I never saw you before in all my life. Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure,

never see thy master's father, Vincentio ? Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest

Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, Upon the company you overtake?

marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window.

Vin. Is't so, indeed? Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.

(Beats Biondello.) Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;

Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will

murder me. For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exit. (Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Vincentio.

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! Hor. Well, Petruchio, tbis hath put me in heart.

[Exit from the window. Have to my widow; and if she be forward,

Pet. Pr’ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy.

(They retire.) Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be antoward.

[Esit. Re-enter Pedant below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and ACT V.

Servants. SCENE I.Padua. Before Lucentio's House. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my

servant? Eater, on one side, BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and

Vin. Whut am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?BIANCA : GREMIO walking on the other side.

O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! Bion. Softy and swiftly, sir; for the priest is

a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! ready.

-0, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to good busband at home, my son and my servant need thee at home, therefore leave us.

spend all at the university. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your

Tra. How pow! what's the matter? back; and then come back to my master as soon Bap. What, is the man lunatic? as I can. (Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. your babit, but your words show you a madman :

Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and Enter PetruchIO, KATHARINA, Vincentio, and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to mainAllendants.

tain it. Pet. Sir, bere's the door, this is Lacentio's house,

Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker My father's bears more toward the market-place;

in Bergamo. Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir : Pray,

what do you think is his name? Vin. You shall not choose but drink before

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I you go ; I think, I shall command your welcome here,

have brought him up ever since he was three years

old, and his name is-Tranio. And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.


Ped. Away, away, mad ass! bis name is LucenGre. They're busy within, you were best knock tio ; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands louder.

of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! 0, he hath murdered his masEnter Pedant above, at a window.

ter!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat name:-, my son, my son !--tell me, thou vildown the gate ?

lain, where is my son Lucentio ? Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir ?

Tra. Call forth an officer: (Enter one with an Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken Officer.) carry this mad knave to the gaol :-Father withal.

Baptista, I charge you see, that be be forthcoming. Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound Vin. Carry me to the gaol! or two, to make merry withal?

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Ped. Keep your bundred pounds to yourself; he Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall shall need none, so long as I live.

go to prison. Pe. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Gré. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be Padua.--Do you hear, sir?-to leave frivolous coney-catched in this business; I dare swear,

this circumstances,- I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, is the right Vincentio. that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the Ped. Swear, if thou darest. door to speak with him.

Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. (Lucentio. Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not and here looking out at the window.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Vin. Art thou his father?

Bap. Away with the dotard ; to the gaol with him. Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may be Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'di liere her.

O monstrous villain!

Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and BIANCA. Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard,

Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense; Bion. O, we are spoiled, and—Yonder he is ; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. (Kneeling.)

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

Pet. Roundly replied.
Lives my sweetest son?


Kath. (Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant, run out.)

Mistress, how ntean you that? Bian. Pardon, dear father. (Kneeling.)

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

[that? Bap.

How hast thou offended? – Pet. Conceives by me!--How likes Hortensio Where is Lucentio?

Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Luc. Here's Lacentio,

Pet. Very well medded : Kiss him for that, good

widow. Right son unto the right Vincentio;

[round: That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,

Kath. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive

Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe: us all! Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,

And now you know my meaning. That fac'd and bray'd me in this matter so?

Kath. Å very mean meaning.

Wid. Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?

Right, I mean you.

Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Pet. To her, Kate!
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love

Hor. To her, widow !
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her

Hor. That's my office. And happily I have arriv'd at last

[down. Unto the wished haven of my bliss :

Pet. Spoke like an officer :-Ha' to thee, lad. What Tranio did, myself enforc'd bim to;

(Drinks to Hortensio.) Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have

Gre. Believe me, sir, they buit together well. sent me to the gaol.

Bian. Head, and butt? an basty-witted body Bap. But do you hear, sir? (To Lucentio.) | Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. Have you married my daughter without asking my

Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awakeu'd you ? good-will ?

[go to : Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you,

sleep again.

(begun, But I will in to be revenged for this villainy.

Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have [Exit.

Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,

(Exit. And then parsue me as you draw your bow :Luc. Look not pale, Bianca ; thy father will not

You are welcome all.
[Exeunt Luc. and Bian.

(Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow. Gre.My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest ;

Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior Out of hope of all,— but my share of the feast. [Exit. This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;

, PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Therefore, a health to all, that shot and miss'd. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of Tra. 0, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey. this ado.

hound, Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.

Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Kath. What, in the midst of the street?

Pet. A good swist simile, but something currish. Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?

Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself ; Kath. No, sir; God forbid :—but ashamed to kiss, 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sir

Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio bits you now. rah, let's away:

Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss : now pray

Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? thee, love, stay.

Pet. 'A has a little gall’d me, I confess; Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate ; And as the jest did glance away from me, Better once than never, for never too late. (Exeunt. 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. SCENE II.- A Room in Lucentio's House.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,

I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all, A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO,

Pet. Well, I say--no: and therefore, for asGREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PE

surance, TRUCH10, KATHARINA, Hortensio, and Widow. Let's each one send anto his wife; TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, at And he, whose wife is most obedient tending.

To come at first, when he doth send for her, Luc. Atlast, though long, our jarring notes agree : Shall win the wager, which we will propose. And time it is, when raging war is done,

Hor. Content: -what is the wager? To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.


Twenty crowns, My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,

Pet. Twenty crowns !
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine : I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina, -

But twenty times so much upon my wife.
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, Luc. A hundred, then.
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; Hor.

My banquet is to close our stomachs up,


A match ; 'tis done, After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down; Hor. Who shall begin? For now we sit to cbat, as well as eat.

Luc. That will I.-Go,

(They sit at table.) | Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Bion. I


[Exit. Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Pet. Padua aflords nothing but what is kind. Luc, I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were

Re-enter BIONDELLO. true.

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow../ How now! what news?


Sir, my mistress sends you word Wil. Come, come, you're mocking ; we will That she is busy, and she cannot come.

have no telling Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Pet: Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Is that an answer?

Wid. Sbe shall not.
Ay, and a kind one too:

Pet. I say, she shall;- and first begin with her. Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Kath. Fy, fy! unknit that threat'ning unkind Pet. I hope, better.

brow; Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: Pet.

O, ho! entreat her! It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Nay, then she must needs come.

Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair Hor.

I am afraid, sir,

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
Now, where's my wife?

[hand; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. She will not come ; she bids you come to her.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come! 0

Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee Intolerable, not to be endur'd!

[vile, And for thy maintenance : commits his body Sirrah, Gramio, go to your mistress;

To painful labour, both by sea and land; Say, I command her come to me. (Exit Grumio. To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Hor. I know her answer.

While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; Pet.


And craves no other tribute at thy hands,

She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Too little payment for so great a debt.

But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;

Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka-Even such, a woman oweth to her husband : tharina!

[me? And when she’s froward, peevish, sallen, sour, Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for And not obedient to his honest will, Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? | What is she, but a foul contending rebel, Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.

And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to

I am asham'd that women are so simple

To offer war, where they should kneel for peace; come, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their hasbands ; | Where they are bound

to serve, love, and obey,

Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.

[Exit Katharina. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder: Unapt to toil and trouble in the world; Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes.

But that our soft conditions, and our hearts,
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet Come, come, you froward and unable worms!

Should well agree with our external parts ?
An awful rnle, and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!

My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
The wager thou hast won, and I will add

To bandy word for word, and frown for frown: Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;

But now, I see, our lances are but straws; Another dowry to another daughter,

Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,— For she is chang'd as she had never been.

That seeming to be most, which we least are. Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;

Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot; And show more sign of her obedience,

And place your hands below your husband's foot: Her new-built virtue and obedience.

In token of which duty if he please,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease. Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. Pet. Why, there's a wench !-Come on, and kiss See, where she comes : and brings your froward

[ha't. wives

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.

Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;

toward. Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are fro(Katharina pulls off her cap, and thronos it down.)

ward. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed : Till I be brought to such a silly pass !

We three are married, but you two are sped. Bian. Fy! what a foolish duty call you this? 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white! Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too:

[To Lucentio. The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

And, being a winner, God give you good night! Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper time.

[Exeunt Petruchio and Kath. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curs't Pel. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head

shrew. strong women,

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be What daty they do owe their lords and husbands.

tam'd so.


me, Kate.



Gaoler. MAMILLIus, his Son.

An old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita.

Clown, his Son.
Sicilian Lords.

Servant to the old Shepherd.

AutoLycus, a Rogue. Dion,

Time, as Chorus. Another Sicilian Lord.

HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes. ROGERO, a Sicilian Gentleman.

PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione. An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillius. PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus. Officers of a Court of Judicature.

EMILIA; a Ladies

. } attending the Queen. POLIXENES, King of Bohemia. FLORIZEL, his Son.

MOPSA,-Dorcas,-Shepherdesses. ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord.

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a Dance; A Mariner.

Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, 8c.
SCENE, -Sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.


encounters, though not personal, have been royally SCENE I.-Sicilia. An Ante-chamber in Leontes' attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving Palace.

embassies; that they have seemed to be together, Enter Camillo and ARCHIDAMUS.

though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and

embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bo. | winds. The heavens continue their loves! hemia on the like occasion, wherein my services Arch. I think, there is not in the world either are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an ongreat difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your speakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; Sicilia.

it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever Cam. I think, this coming sammer, the king of came into my note. Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which Cam. I very well agree with you in the bopes of he justly owes him.

him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, phyArch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame sics the subject, makes old hearts fresh : they, ns, we will be justified in our loves : for, indeed, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet Cam. 'Beseech you,

their life, to see him a man. Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my Arch, Would they else be content to die? knowledge : we cannot with such magnificence Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse, why in so rare-I know not what to say.--We will they should desire to live. give you sleepy drinks ; that your senses, unintel Årch. If the king bad no son, they would desire ligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot to live on crutches, till he had one. [Exeunt. praise us, as little accuse us. (given freely. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's

SCENE II.The same. A Room of state in the

Palace. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utter


MILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Cam. Sicilia cannot sbow himself over kind to Pol. Nine changes of the wat’ry star liave been Bohemia. They were trained together in their The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then Without a burden : time as long again such an affection, which cannot choose but branch Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal And yet we should, for perpetuity, necessities, made separation of ciety, their Go hence in debt. And therefore, like a cipher,



Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,

And bleat the one at the other : What we chang'd, With one we thank you, many thousands more, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not That go before it.

The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd Leon.

Stay your thanks awhile ; That any did: Had we pursued that life, And pay them, when you part:

And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd Pol.

Sir, that's to-morrow. With stronger blood, we should have answer'd I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance,

Or breed upon our absence: That may blow Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd,
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, Hereditary ours.
This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd Her.

By this we gather,
To tire your royalty.

You have tripp'd since.
We are tougher, brother, Pol,

O my most sacred lady, Than you can put us to't.

Temptations have since then been born to us; for Pol.

No longer stay. In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Leon. One seven-night longer.

Your precious self had not then cross'd the eyes Pol.

Very sooth, to-morrow. Of my young play-fellow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and Her.

Grace to boot! I'll no gain-saying.

[in that

Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say,
Press me not,'beseech you, so;

Your queen

and I are devils: Yet, go on; There is no tongue, that moves, none, none i' the The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; world,

If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us So soon as yours, could win me : so it should now, You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Were there necessity in your request, although With any but with us. "Twere needful I denied it. My affairs


Is he won yet?
Do even drag me homeward : which to binder Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay


At my request, he would not. To you a charge and trouble : to save both, Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st Farewell, our brother.

To better purpose. Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. Her.

Never? Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace


Never, but once. until


Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't You had drawn oaths from bim, not to stay.

before? Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction

make us

[less, The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueHe's beat from his best ward.

Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Leon.

Well said, Hermione. Our praises are our wages: You may ride us, Her. Totell, he longs to see his son, were strong : With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere But let him say so then, and let him


With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ;But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, My last good was, to entreat his stay; We'll thwack him bence with distaffs.

What was my first ? it has an elder sister, Yet of your royal presence (to Polisenes) I'll ad- Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace! venture

But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia Nay, let me hav't; I long. You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, Leon.

Why, that was, when To let bim there a month, behind the gest

Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to Prefix'd for's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,

death, I love thee noi a jar o' the clock behind

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, What lady she her lord.—You'll stay?

And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, Pol.

No, madam. I am yours for ever. Her. Nay, but you will ?


It is Grace, indeed.-Pol.

I may not, verily. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose Her. Verily!

The one for ever earn’d a royal husband; '(twice : You put me off with limber vows: But I,

The other, for some while a friend. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with

(Giving her hand to Polixenes.) Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, [oaths, Leon.

Too hot, too hot: (Aside.) You shall not go ; a lady's verily is

To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?

I have tremor cordis on me:-my heart dances ; Force me to keep you as a prisoner,

But not for joy,--not joy:- This entertainment Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, May a free face put on; derive a liberty When you depart, and save your thanks.' How From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, say you ?

And well become the agent: it may, I grant : My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, One of them you shall be.

As now they are ; and making practis'd smiles, Pul.

Your guest then, madam: As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as 'twere To be your prisoner, should import offending; The mort o' the deer; o, that is entertainment Which is for me less easy to commit,

My bosom likes not, nor my brow8.--Mamillius, Than you to punish.

Art thou my boy?
Not your gaoler then,


Ay, my good lord. But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Leon.

I'fecks? Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were Why, that's my bawcock. What, bast smutch'd You were pretty lordlings then. [boys;

thy nose?Pol.

queen, They say,

it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, We must be neat ; not neat, but cleanly, captain : Bat such a day to-morrow as to-day,

And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, And to be boy eternal.

Are all call’d neat.-Still virginalling Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two?

(Observing Polixenes and Hermione.) Pol. We were as twinn’d lambs, that did frisk Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf ?

Art thou my call?

We were,

i' the son,

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