Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress; Say, I command her to come to me. Hor. I know her answer. Pet. What? Hor. She will not come. [Exit GRUMIO. Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning un- And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an And in no sense is meet, or amiable. [buds; end. der. Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, An awful rule, and right supremacy; And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. Bap. Now fair befall 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 fro ward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.- it down. Wid. Lord, 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? 7 Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too : The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me a hundred crowns since suppertime. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women What duty they do owe their lords and hus bands. 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.' Pet. I say, she shall;-and first begin with her. A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, And for thy maintenance: commits his body And craves no other tribute at thy hands, peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward. Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed :-We three are married, but we two are sped. "Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; [TO LUCENTIO. 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. bassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast, SCENE I.—Sicilia.—An Antechamber in LEON- and embraced, as it were, from the ends of TES' Palace. Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-I know not what to say. 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. of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes physics the subject,t makes old hearts fresh: desire yet their life, to see him a man. they, that went on crutches ere he was born, 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. -We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, SCENE II.—The same.-A Room of state in 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 utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied,* with interchange of gifts, letters, loving em *Nobly supplied by substitution of embassics. the Palace. Leon. Stay your thanks awhile; I am question'd by my fears, of what may Or breed upon our absence: That my blow Leon. We are tougher, brother, Pol. No longer stay. Leon. One seven-night longer. Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. [stay'd [you Her. Not your jailer then, Two lads, that thought there was no more be- Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'the sun, [chang'd, And bleat the one at the other: what we Was innocence for innocence; we knew not Leon. We'll part the time between's then: The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd and in that I'll no gain-saying. Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so; [now, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, Leon. Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were But let him say so then, and let him go; I'll adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia sion, To let him there a month, behind the gestt ontes, I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind Her. Nay, but you will? Pol. I may not, verily. Her. Verily! Le You put me off with limber vows: But I, with oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread Pol. Your guest then, madam: That any did: Had we pursued that life, Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd, Her. By this we gather, Pol. O my most sacred lady, Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; lest you say, swer; 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. Never? Leon. 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. But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? Leon. Why, that was when [to death, Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves [Giving her hand to POLIXENES. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. A diminutive of lords. From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, The mort o'the deer ;* O, that is entertainment Mam. Ay, my good lord. Why that's my bawcock.+ What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [tain: We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, capAnd yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all call'd, neat.-Still virginallingt [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 shoot's that I have,! To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are To say this boy were like me.-Come, Sir page, Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible, things not so held Communicat'st with dreams;-(How can this With what's unreal thou coactive art, [be?) And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent,* [dost; Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) And that to the infection of my brains, And hardening of my brows. Pol. What means Silicia? Her. He something seems unsettled. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole !-My brother, | The tune played at the death of the deer. + Hearty fellow. 1. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet. Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that I have. ¶ Blue. ++ Peacod. Boundary. **Credible. Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours? Pot. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Her. If you would seek us, be found, Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMOINE. How she holds up the neb,t the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing‡ husband! Gone already; Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one.§ [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMOINE, 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 cla mour 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, [sence, That little thinks she has been sluc'd in his ab And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, [open'd, Whiles other men have gates; and those gates As mine, against their will: Should all despair, That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none; It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, [cluded, From east, west, north, and south: Be it conNo barricado for a belly; know it; It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Mam. I am like you, they say. Leon. Why that's some comfort.— What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. man. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest [Exit MAMILLIUS. Camillo, this great Sir will yet stay longer. Cam. 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. Leon. Didst perceive it ?— Heir apparent, next claimant. 11 Will you be cajoled. ↑ Approving. May his share of life be a happy one. [made + Mouth. A horned one, a cuckold. They're here with me already; whispering, rounding,* Sicilia is a so-forth: "Tis far gone, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. But so it is, it is not. Was this taken Leon. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the en- [treaties The entreaties of your mistress?satisfy? Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Cam. Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. To bide upon't;-Thou art not honest: or, If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxess honesty behind, restraining From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted A servant, grafted in my serious trust, Cam. My gracious lord, [drawn, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, [glass (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye Is thicker than a cuckold's horn;) or heard, (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, (Or else be impudently negative, [say, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it. To round in the car was to tell secretly. + Taste. * Inferiors in rank. To hox is to hamstring. Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear My sovereign mistress clouded so, without My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart, You never spoke what did become you less Than this; which to reiterate, were sin As deep as that, though true. Leon. Is whispering nothing? swift? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? The covering sky is nothing: Bohemia nothing; Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true. Leon. It is; you lie, you lie: I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Cam. Who does infect her? Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: Who-if I that Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou, Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rasht potion, But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work Maliciously like poison: But I cannot Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot! Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps? Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my son, Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine; Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? Could man so blench ?|| Cam. I must believe you, Sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Provided, that when he's remov'd, your high ness Will take again your queen, as yours at first; |