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Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Pet. Come Kate, we'll to bed :-
[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.
LEONTES, King of Sicilia.
SERVANT to the old Shepherd. MAMILLIUS, his Son.
AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue.
TIME, as Chorus.
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.
} 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.
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,
Leon. Stay your thanks awhile;
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
Leon. We are tougher, brother,
Pol. No longer stay..
Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in that I'll no gain-saying. .
Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you so;
Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you.
Her. I had thought, Sir, to have held my peace, until
Leon. Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he'longs to see his son, were strong:
Pol. No, Madam.
† Nipping. # The satisfactory intelligence we had yesterday. Post stage. || Indeed.
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
Pol. Your guest then, Madam:
Her. Not your jailer then,
Pol. We were, fair queen,
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,
Pol. O my most sacred lady,
Her. Grace to boot !I
Leon. Is he won yet?
Leon. At my request he would not.
Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before ?
* A diminutive of lords.
+ Setting aside original sin, # Grace help me,