And dart not fcornefull glances from those eies, A woman mou'd, is like a fountaine troubled, To watch the night in ftormes, the day in cold, And when she is froward, peeuifh, fullen, fower, To offer warre, where they should kneele for peace : When they are bound to ferue, loue, and obay. Come, come, you froward and vnable wormes To bandie word for word, and frowne for frowne; Our strength as weake, our weakneffe paft compare, My hand is readie may it do him cafe. Pet. Why ther's a wench: come on, and kiffe me Kate, We three are married, but you two are fped. Exit Petruchio. Hor. Now go thy wayes thou haft tam'd a curft shrow. Luc. 'Tis a wonder by your leaue, she will be tam'd fo. FINI S. His True Chronicle HISTORY OF THE LIFE and DEATH of King Lear, and his Three Daughters. WITH THE Vnfortunate Life of EDGAR, Sonne and Heire to the Earle of Glocefter, and his fullen and affumed Humour of Tom of Bedlam. As it was plaid Before the KING'S MAIESTY at White-Hall, vppon S. Stephens Night, in Chriftmas Hollidaies. By his MAIESTIES Seruants, playing vfually at the Globe on the Banck-Side. Printed for NATHANIEL BUTTER, 1608. There is befides this Edition another of the fame Year, which (with that published by Jane Bell in 1655) is but a Copy from the First, and retains even the Printer's Errors. M. WILLIAM SHAKE-SPEARE, His HISTORY, of KING LEAR. I Enter Kent, Glocester, and Baftard. Kent. Thought the king had more affected the duke of Albeney then Cornewall. Gloft. It did alwaies feeme fo to vs, but now in the diuifion of the kingdomes, it appeares not which of the dukes he values most, for equalities are fo weighed, that curiosity in neither, can make choise of eithers moytie. 'Kent. Is not this your fonne, my lord? Gloft. His breeding fir hath beene at my charge. I haue so often blusht to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to it. Kent. I cannot conceiue you. Gloft. Sir, this young fellowes mother could, whereupon fhe grew round wombed, and had indeed fir a fonne for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed, do you smell a fault? Kent. I cannot wish the fault vndone, the iffue of it being fo proper. Gloft. But I haue fir a fonne by order of law, fome yeare elder then this, who yet is no deerer in my account, thogh this knaue came fomething fawcely into the world before he was fent for, yet was his mother faire, there was good sport at his making, and the whorefon must be acknowledged, do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund? Baft. No my lord, Gloft. |