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 forward, 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 for frown:
But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs, t for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease!

Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha’t.
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 you two are sped. I
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; $

[To LUCENTIO. And, being a winner, God give you good night!"

Ť Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a curst shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.

eunt.

WINTER'S TALE.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

LEONTES, King of Sicilia.

SERVANT to the old Shepherd. MAMILLIUS, his Son.

AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue.
CAMILLO,

TIME, as Chorus.
ANTIGONUS,
CLEOMENES,

3 Sicilian Lords. DION,

HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes. Another SICILIAN LORD.

PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and ROGERO, a Sicilian Gentleman. Hermione. An ATTENDANT on the young PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus. PRINCE MAMILLIUS.

EMILIA, a Lady, Attending the OFFICERS of a Court of Judicature. Two other LADIES, S Queen. POLIXENES, King of Bohemia. MOPSA, Ishonberdeeeee FLORIZEL, his Son.

DORCAS, Jon

} Shepherdesses. ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord. A MARINER.

LORDS, LADIES, and ATTENDANTS; JAILER.

Satyrs for a dance. An old SHEPHERD, reputed Father of Perdita.

SHEPHERDS, SHEPHERDESSES, Clown, his Son.

GUARDS, &c.
SCENE, sometimes in Sicilia ; sometimes in Bohemia.

ACT I.

SCENE I.- Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES's 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, –

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 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 vastit 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, I 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 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,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
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, * Nobly supplied by ambassadors.

+ Waste. t Affords a cordial to the state.

Or breed upon our absence. * That may blow
No sneapingt winds at home, to make us say,
This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd
To tire your royalty.

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: 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 my peace, until
You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, Sir,
Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,
All in Bohemia's weil: 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 POLIXENES], I'll adventure
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, Ill give him my commission,
To let him there a month, behind the gests
Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, ll Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o’the clock behind
What lady she her lord.-You'll stay ?

Pol. No, Madam.
Her. Nay, but you will ?
Pol. I may not, verily.

Her. 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,

* (Oh!)

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

Her. Not your jailer then,
But your kind hostess. Come I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys;
You were pretty lordlings* then.

Pol. We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind,
But such a day to-morrow as to day,
And to be boy eternal.

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o’the two ?

Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we changed 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 heaven Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd, Hereditary ours.

Her. By this we gather,
You have tripp'd since.

Pol. O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to us : for
In those unfledged days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes
Of my young playfellow.

Her. Grace to boot !I
Of this make no conclusion; lest you say,
Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on;
The offences we have made you do, we'll answer ;
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us.

Leon. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.

Leon. At my request he would not.
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest
To better purpose.
Her. Never?
Leon. Never, but once.

Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before ?
I prythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make us
As fat as tame things: One good deed dying tongueless,