'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.

Re-enter BIONDELLO.

Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here? mine old master, Vincentio ? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.

[Seeing BIONDELLO. Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me?

Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio? Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window.

Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [Exit. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit, from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and Servants.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?

Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!-O, I am undone! I am undone while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

Tra. How now! what's the matter? Bap. What, is the man lunatic? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman; Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-0, my son, my son !-tell me, thou_villain, where is my son Lucentio?

Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an Officer.] Carry this mad knave to the gaol-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forth-coming.

Vin. Carry me to the gaol!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.

* A hat with a conical crown.

Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him.

Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused: O monstrous villain!

Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and BIANCA.

Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

Luc. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. [Kneeling. Bup. How hast thou offended?Where is Lucentio ? Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eynet. Gre. Here's packingý, with a witness, to deceive us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That faced and braved me in this matter so? Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? Bian. Cambio is changed into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bian

ca's love

Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arrived at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss:-
What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would
have sent me to the gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without ask ing my good will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany. [Exit.

Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.

[Exit.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among

the rest;

come,

Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to [bands: Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husAway, I say, and bring them hither straight. [Erit KATHARINA. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.

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; [happy.
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and
Bap. Now fair befal 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 changed, 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.

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it down.

Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

per-time

Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since sup. [duty. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women [bands. What duty they do owe their lords and husWid. Come, come, you're mocking, we will have no telling. [her.

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with

• Geatle tempers.

Wid. She shall not. Pet. I say, she shall:-and first begin with her. [kind brow; Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unAnd dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair And in no sense is meet, or amiable. [buds; A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe, And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience;Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband: And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen,sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord?I am ashamed, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world; But that our soft conditions * and our hearts, Should well agree with our external parts? Come, come, you froward and unable worms! My mind hath been as big as one of yours, My heart as great; my reason, haply, more, To bandy word for word, and frown forfrown: But now, I see our lances are but straws; Our strength as weak, our weakness past com

pare,

That seeming to be most, which we least are. Then vail your stomachst, for it is no boot; And place your hands below your husband's In token of which duty, if he please, [foot: My hand is ready, may it do him ease. Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss me, Kate. [shalt ha't. Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.

white;

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 [TO LUCENTIO. And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt PETRUCHIO und KATH. Hor, Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a curst shrew.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tained so. [Exeunt.

† Abate your spirits.

Leontes Palace.

Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia.

Cum. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed,

Cam. 'Beseech you,

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.

We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, 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 shew 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,

nied*, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands as over a vastt; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of 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."

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.

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. SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the Palace.

Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the watery star have been

[throne The shepherd's note, since we have left our Without a burden: time as long again Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our And yet we should, for perpetuity, [thanks + Wide waste of country.

Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
That go before it.

Leon.

And

pay Pol.

Stay your thanks awhile;

them when you part.

Sir, that's to-morrow. [chance, I am question'd by my fears, of what may Or breed upon our absence: That may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have To tire your royalty. [stay'd Leon. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. Pol.

No longer stay. Leon One seven-night longer. Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then: I'll no gain-saying. [and in that Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, [now, So soon as yours, could win me: so it should Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Were in your love, a whip to me; my stay, To you a charge, and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother.

Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, until [You, sir, You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, He's beat from his best ward.

Leon.

Well said, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:

But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs-.
Yet of your royal presence [TO POLIX.] I'll
adventure

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my cominission,

To let him there a month, behind the gest t
Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed †,
Leontes,

I love thee not a jars o' the clock behind
What lady she her lord.-You'll stay?
Pol.
No, madam.

Her. Nay, but you will?
Pol.

Her. Verily!

I may not, verily.

You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths,

Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
You shall not go; a lady's verily is
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,

Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, and save your thanks.
{verily,
How say you?
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread
One of them you shall be.

Pol.
Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punish.

Her.

Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Of my Lord's tricks, and yours, when you You were pretty lordings then. [were boys; Pol. We were, fair queen, [behind, Two lads, that thought there was no more But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal.

[two? Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the sun, [changet, And bleat the one at the other: what we Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd That any did: Had we pursued that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd

[make us

Her. What? have I twice said well? when

was't before?

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.
Our praises are our wages: You may ride us,
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal;-
My last good was, to entreat his stay;
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were
Grace!

Tick. ** Setting aside original sin.

Flimsy