Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha, to thee, tad.

[Drinks to HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt? a hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again.

P.t. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun,

Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow:You are welcome all.

Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow.
Pet. She hath prevented me.- Here signior
Tranio,

This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.

Tra. O'sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey

hound,

Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.
Tra. Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself;
'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that girl,' good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
Pet. 'A has a little gail'd me, I confess;
And as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bup. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,

I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assu-
rance,

Let's each one ɛend unto his wife;
And he, whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content-What is the wager!
Luc.

Pel. Twenty crowns!

Twenty crowns.

I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,

But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

Hor.

Content.

Pet.

A match; 'tis done.

Hor. Who shall begin?
Luc.

That will I. Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bion. I go.

[Exit.

Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll, bear it all myself.
Re-enter BIONDELLO.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Enter KATHARINA.

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Kath-
arina!

Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlor fire.
Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands:
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
Exit 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
An awful rule, and right supremacy;
life,

And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Bap. Now, fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
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

See, where she comes; and brings your froward

wives

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.—
Katharine, that cap of yours become 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!

Bian. Fye! 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 supper-time.
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head-
strong women

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
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.
Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind
brow;

And 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 farne, as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

A woman mov'd, 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,
How now! what news?
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
Bim.
Sir, my mistress sends you word To painful labor, both by sea and land;
That she is busy, and she cannot come !
1 Sarcasm.

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;

SCENE I-Sicilia. An Antechamber in 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.

Cam. 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,

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-A Room of State in the Palace.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMIL-
LIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been
The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-With one we-thank-you, many thousands more in so rare-I know not what to say.-We will give you sleepy drinks: that your senses, unintelligent of our insuflicience, 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 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 embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; 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?

1Supplied by substitution of embassies.

2 Wide waste of country.

• Affords a cordial to the state.

That go before it.

Leon.

Stay your thanks awhile;
And pay them when you part.
Pol.
Sir, that's to-morrow.
I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance,
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 stay'd
To tire your royalty.
We are tougher, brother,

Leon.

Than you can put us to't.
Pol.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol.

No longer stay.
Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and
in that

I'll no gain-saying.
Pol.
Press me not, 'beseech you so:
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the
world,
So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
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 iny peace,

until

You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. Yoz, sir,

Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,

Nipping.

230

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.-

What was my first? it has an elder sister,
When?
Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace!
But once before I spoke to the purpose:
Why, that was when
Nay, let me have't, I long.
Leon.
Three crabb'd months had sour'd themselves to death
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,

Yet of your royal presence [TO POLIXENES.] I'll I am yours for ever.

adventure

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia

You take my lord, I'll give him my commission,
To let him there a month, behind the gest

Prefixed for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind
What lady she her lord.-You'll stay?
Pol.

Her. Nay, but you will.
Pol.

No, madam.

I may not, verily,

Her. Verily!

You put me off with limber vows: But I,

Her.

It is Grace, indeed.-
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice:
The one forever earned a royal husband;
The other, for some while a friend.

Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
Too hot, too hot : [Aside.
Leon.
To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances;
But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment
May a free face put on: derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile_bosom,
And well become the agent: it may, I grant:

Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,

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. How

say you?

As now they are; and making practis d smiles,
As in a looking-glass;-and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o' the deer; 0, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?

Mam.
Leon.

Ay, my good lord.

I'fecks?

Why that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy
nose?

My prisoner! or my guest? by your dread verily, They say it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,

We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call'd neat.-Still virginalling?

Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE.
Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf?
Yes, if you will, my lord.
Mum.
Art thou my calf!
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots
that I have,

To be full like me:-yet, they say we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: but were they false
As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false
No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
Look on me with your welkin' eye: Sweet villain!
To say this boy were like me.-Come, sir page,
Most dearest! my collop?-Can thy dam?-may't be?
Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible, things not so held,
With what's unreal thou co-active art,
Communicat st with dreams;-(How can this be?)
And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent,
Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost:
(And that beyond commission; and I find it :)
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardening of my brows.

What means Sicilia ?
Po.
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol.

How, my lord?
You look,
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
Her.

As if you held a brow of much distraction: Are you moved, my lord? No, in good earnest.Leon. How sometimes natu e will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil Twenty-three years: and saw myself unbreech'd, At my request, he would not. In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st,

Leon.

Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon.

Is he won yet?

Her. What have I twice said well! when was't
before?

I pry thee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make us
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
But to the goal;-
With spur we heat an acre.
My last good deed was, to entreat his stay;
• Gests were the names of the stages where the king
ointed to lie, during a royal progress.
A dimunitive of lords.
Indeed.

Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
How like, methought; I then was to this kernel
This squash, this gentleman:-Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?

Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

Leon. You will? why, happy man be his done!
-My brother,

Trembling of the heart.

The tune played at the death of the deer.
Hearty fellow.

2. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinet.
Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns
that I have.

Blue, like the sky.

6 Pea-cod.

Credible.
Will you be cajoled?

s May his lot in life be a happy onel