SCENE X.

Out of a baseness, leave me. What is danger,
More than the weakness of our apprehensions?
A poor cold part o' th' blood? Who takes it hold
of?

Cowards, and wicked livers: Valiant minds
Were made the masters of it; and as hearty seamen
In desperate storms stem with a little rudder
The tumbling ruins of the ocean;

So with their cause and swords do they do dangers.
Say we were sure to die all in this venture
(As I am confident against it), is there any
Amongst us of so fat a sense, so pamper'd,
Would chuse luxuriously to lie a-bed,
And purge away his spirit, send his soul out
In sugar-sops and syrups? Give me dying,
As dying ought to be, upon mine enemy,
Parting with mankind by a man that's manly.
Let 'em be all the world, and bring along
Cain's envy with 'em, I will on!

2 Gent. You may, sir;

But with what safety?

1 Gent. Since 'tis come to dying,

You shall perceive, sir, here be those amongst us
Can die as decently as other men,

And with as little ceremony. On, brave sir.
Duke. That's spoken heartily.

1 Gent. And he that flinches,

May he die lousy in a ditch!
Duke. No more dying;

There's no such danger in it.

What's o'clock?

3 Gent. Somewhat above your hour. Duke. Away then quickly;

Make no noise, and no trouble will attend us.

[Exeunt.

Fred. Trust me,

The abstract of all beauty, soul of sweetness !Defend me, honest thoughts, I shall grow wild else!

What eyes are there, rather what little Heavens,
To stir men's contemplations! what a paradise
Runs through each part she has! Good blood, be
temperate:

I must look off; too excellent an object
Confounds the sense that sees it.-Noble lady,
If there be any further service to cast on me,
Let it be worth my life, so much I honour ye,
Or the engagement of whole families-

Con. Your service is too liberal, worthy sir;
Thus far I shall entreat-

Fred. Command me, lady;

You make your power too poor.

Con. That presently

With all convenient haste, you would retire Unto the street you found me in.

Fred. 'Tis done.

Con. There, if you find a gentleman oppress'd

House.

And draw your sword to rescue him.

Fred. He's safe,

Be what he will; and let his foes be devils,
Arm'd with your pity, I shall conjure 'em.
Retire this key will guide you: All things neces-
sary
Are there before you.

Con. All my prayers go with you.

[Exit.

Fred. You clap on proof upon me.-Men say

gold

Does all, engages all, works through all dangers : Now I say beauty can do more: The king's exchequer,

Nor all his wealthy Indies, could not draw me
Through half those miseries this piece of pleasure
Might make me leap into: We are all like sea-
cards,

All our endeavours and our motions,
(As they do to the North) still point at beauty,
Still at the fairest: For a handsome woman,
Setting my soul aside, it should go hard,
But I would strain my body: Yet to her,
Unless it be her own free gratitude,

Hopes, ye shall die, and thou, tongue, rot within

SCENE I.-A Street.

Enter DUKE, pursued by PETRUCCIO, ANTONIO, and two

Gentlemen.

John. You are pleased, sir,

To express you courtesy: May I demand
As freely what you are, and what mischance
Cast you into this danger?

Duke. For this present,

I must desire your pardon : You shall know me Ere it be long, sir, and a nobler thanks

Than now my will can render.

John. Your will's your own, sir.

Duke. What is't you look for, sir? have you lost anything?

John. Only my hat i' th' scuffle: Sure these Were night-snaps. [fellows

Duke. No, believe, sir. Pray you use mine,
For 'twill be hard to find your own now.
John. No, sir.

Duke. Indeed you shall; I can command I do beseech you honour me.

John. I will, sir:

And so I'll take my leave.

Duke. Within these few days

[another:

I hope I shall be happy in your knowledge : 'Till when, I love your memory.

John. I yours—

[Exeunt DUKE and Gentlemen.

This is some noble fellow.

[befall him

Duke. May I crave, sir,

Fred. 'Give you joy, sir.

But thus much honour more, to know your name, And him I am so bound too?

John. For the bond, sir,

'Tis every good man's tie; to know me further Will little profit you: I am a stranger,

My country Spain; my name Don John, a gentleThat lies here for my study.

Fred. I still told you, John,

[truth on't.

Your whoring must come home; I counsell'd you: But where no grace is

John. 'Tis none o' mine, man.

[man

Fred. Answer the parish so.

Duke. I have heard, sir, Much worthy mention of you; yet I find Fame short of what you are.

John. Cheated, in troth,

Peeping into a house; by whom I know not,

Nor where to find the place again. No, Frederic,

John. A gentleman I found engaged amongst 'em; It seems of noble breeding; I am sure brave metal: As I return'd to look you, I set in to him, And without hurt, I thank Heaven, rescued him, And came myself off safe too.

Fred. My work's done then :

And now, to satisfy you, there is a woman,
Oh, John, there is a woman-

John. Oh, where is she?

Fred. And one of no less worth then I assure you; And, which is more, fallen under my protection. John, I am glad of that. Forward, sweet Frederic! Fred. And, which is more than that, by this night's wand'ring;

And, which is most of all, she is at home too, sir. John. Come, let's be gone then.

Fred. Yes; but 'tis most certain

You cannot see her, John.

John. Why?

Fred. She has sworn me

That none else shall come near her, not my mother, Till some few doubts are clear'd.

John. Not look upon her '

What chamber is she in?

Fred. In ours.

John. Let's go, I say:

A woman's oaths are wafers, break with making; They must for modesty a little : We all know it.

Fred. No, I'll assure you, sir.

John. Not see her?

1 smell an old dog-trick of yours. Well, Frederic,

SCENE II.-A Room in the Landlady's House
Enter PETER and ANTHONY.

Peter. Nay, the old woman's gone too.
Anth. She's a-catterwauling

Among the gutters: But, conceive me, Peter,
Where our good masters should be?

Peter. Where they should be

I do conceive; but where they are, good AnthonyAnth. Ay, there it goes: My master's bo-peeps With his sly popping in and out again, [with me, Argued a cause, a frippery cause.

Peter. Believe me

They bear up with some carvel.

Anth. I do believe thee,

For thou hast such a master for that chase, That till he spends his mainmast

Peter. Pray remember

Your courtesy, good Anthony, and withal,
How long 'tis since your master sprung a leak;
He had a sound one since he came.

Merciless Love, whom nature hath denied
The use of eyes, lest thou shouldst take a pride
And glory in thy murders, why am I,
That never yet transgress'd thy deity,
Never broke vow, from whose eyes never flew
Disdainful dart, whose hard heart never slew
Thus ill rewarded? Thou art young and fair,
Thy mother soft and gentle as the air,
Thy holy fire,still burning, blown with prayer:
Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.

Peter. Anthony,

Art sure we are at home?

Anth. Without all doubt, Peter.

Is safely off all danger.

John. Oh, de Dios!

Con. How shall I thank you, sir? how satisfy?

[Aside

Would make the devil dance! What points she at
My leg, I warrant, or my well-knit body:
Sit fast, Don Frederic!-

"And modest as her blushes!" What a blockhead
Would e'er have popp'd out such a dry apology,
For his dear friend? and to a gentlewoman?
A woman of her youth and delicacy?

They are arguments to draw them to abhor us.
An honest moral man? 'tis for a constable !
A handsome man, a wholesome man, a tough man,
A liberal man, a likely man, a man

Made up like Hercules, unslaked with service,
The same to-night, to-morrrow night, the next night,
And so to perpetuity of pleasures;

These had been things to hearken to things catching :

But you have such a spiced consideration,
Such qualms upon your worship's conscience,
Such chilblains in your blood, that all things pinch

you,

Which nature, and the liberal world, makes custom; And nothing but fair Honour, oh, sweet Honour ! Hang up your eunuch Honour! That I was trusty, And valiant, were things well put in ; but modest ! A modest gentleman! Oh, wit where wast thou? Fred. I am sorry, John.

John. My lady's gentlewoman

Would laugh me to a school-boy, make me blush With playing with my codpiece point! Fy on thee! A man of thy discretion?

Fred. It shall be mended;

And henceforth you shall have your due.

Con. I have offended Heaven too; yet Heaven
John. We are all evil :
[knows--

Yet Heaven forbid we should have our deserts!
What is he?

Con. Too, too near to my offence, sir :

Oh, he will cut me piece-meal!

Fred. 'Tis no treason?

John. Let it be what it will, if he cut here, I'll find him cut-work.

Fred. He must buy you dear;

With more than common lives.

John. Fear not, nor weep not:

By Heaven, I'll fire the town before you perish!
And then, the more the merrier, we'll jog with you.
Fred. Come in, and dry your eyes.
John. Pray no more weeping;

Spoil a sweet face for nothing! My return
Shall end all this, I warrant you.
Con. Heaven grant it!

[Exeunt.

You'll make my thanks too poor: I wear a sword,
And have a service to be still disposed of,
As you shall please command it.

Petr. Gentle sir,

[sir.

That manly courtesy is half my business :
And, to be short, to make you know I honour you,
And in all points believe your worth like cracle,
And how above my friends (which are not few,
And those not slack) I estimate your virtues,
Make yourself understand, this day Petruccio
(A man that may command the strength of this

place,