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Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop
Enter Bertram. my nose; or against any man's metaphor.--Pr'ythee, Laf.
He looks well on't. get thee further.
King. I am not a day of season,
Clo. Foh, proythee. stand away: A paper from for- In me at once : Bat to the brightest beams tune's close-stool, to give to a nobleman I Look, here Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, he comes himself.
The time is fair again.
My high-repented blames, Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat, Dear sovereign, pardon to me. (but not a mask-cat), that has fallen into the unclean
All is whole; fish-pond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is mud- Not one word more of the consumed time. died withal : Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may; Let's take the instant by the forward top; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees rascally kpave. I do pity his distress in my smiles The inaudible and noiseless foot of time of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. (Exit. Steals ere we can effect them : You reunember
Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortnne hath cruelly The daughter of this lord ? scratched
Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first Lof. And what would you have me to do ! 'tis too I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played Darst make too bold a berald of my tongue : the knave with furtane, that she should scratch you, Where the impression of mine eye infixing, who of herself is a good lady, and would not bave Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, kuaves thrive long under her? There's a quart d'eeu Which warp'd the line of every other favour; for yon: Let the justices make you and fortune Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen ; friends; I am for other business.
Extended or contracted all proportions, Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single To a most hideous object : 'Thence it came, word.
That she, whom ail men prais'd, and whom mysell, Laf. You beg a single penny more : come, you Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye shall'ha't ; save your word.
The dust that did offend it. Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
Well excus'd : Laf. You beg more than one word then.--Cox' That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away my passion! give me your hand :-How dues your From the great compt: But love, that comes too late, drum!
Like a remorseful pardou slowly carried, Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found to the great sender turos a sour offence,
Crying, That's good that's gone : our rash faults, Laf. Was I, in sooth ? and I was the first that lost Make trivial price of serious things we have, thee.
Not knowing them, until we know their grave : Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some oft our displeasures, to oarselves unjust, grace, for you did bring me out.
Destroy our friends, and after weep their dast: Laf. Out upon thee, knave ! dost thou pot upon Our own love waking eries to see what's done, me at once both the office of God and the devil 1 one While shameful bate sleeps out the afternoon. brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. [Trumpets sound.] The king's coming, I know by his Send forth your amoroas token for fair Maudlin : trumpets.-Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had The main consents are had and here we'll stay talk of you last pight: though you are a fool and a To see our widower's second marriage-day. knave, you shall eat; go to, follow.
Count. Which better than the first, o dear heaven Par. I praise God for you.
Or, ere they meet, in me, o nature, cease!
Laf. Coine on, my son, in whom my house's name
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
That she may quickly come, - By my old beard, Gentlemen, Guards, &e.
And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem Was a sweet creature ; such a ring as this, Was made much poorer by it: but your son,
The last that e'er 1 took her leave at court, As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
I saw upon her finger. Her estimation home.
Hers it was not. Count. "Tis past, my liege :
King. Now, pray you, let me see it ; for mine eye, And I beseech your majesty to make it
While I was speaking, oft was fasten'a to'l... Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth; This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood O'erbears it, and burns on.
Necessitied to help, that by this token King
My honour'a lady, I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her I have forgiven and forgotten all;
of what should stead ber most ! Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Ber.
My gracious sovereign, And watch'd the time to shoot.
Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, Laf
This I mast say,
The ring was never hers. But tirst beg my pardon, The young lord
Son, on my life, Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady, I have seen her wear it: and she reckon'd it Offence of mighty note ; but to himself
At her life's rate. The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife,
I am sure, I saw her wear it. Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it. of richest eyes : whose words all ears took captive; In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'a to serve,
Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Hambly call'd mistress.
of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought King
Praising what is lost, I stood ingag'd: but when I had subscrib'd Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him to mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, hither ;
I could not answer in that course of honour
Receive the ring again,
Plutas himself, The incensing relics of it: let him approach, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
Hath not in nature's mystery more science, So 'tis our will he should.
Than I have in this ring : 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Gent.
I shall, my liege. (Exit. Whoever gave it yon : Then, if you know King. What says he to your daughter ? have you that you are well acquainted with yourself, spoke 1
Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. You got it from her : she call'd the saints to surety, King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters That she would never put it from her tinger, sent me,
Unless she gave it to yourself in bed That set him high in fame.
(Where you have never come), or sent it us
Upon her great disaster.
Good my lord,
Ask him upon his oatlı, if he does think
King. What say'st thou to her? And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me,
She's inpudent, my lord ; Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove And was a common gamester to the camp. 'That thou art so inbuman,-'twill not prove so : Dia. He does me wrong, my lord,; if I were so, And yet I know not :-thou didst hate her deadly, He might have bought me at a common price : And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Do not believe him: 0, behold this ring, Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
W bose high respect, and rich validity, More iban to see this ring.---Take him away. Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that,
[Guards seize Bertram. He gave it to a commoner o'the camp, My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
If I be one. Shall tax my tears of little vanity,
Count. He blushes, and 'tis it : Having rainly fear'd too little.- Away with him ;- of six preceding ancestors, that gem We'll sift this matter further.
Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, Ber.
If you shall prove Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife ; This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
That ring's a thousand proofs. Prove that I husbanded her bed in Floreace,
Methought, you said, Where yet she never was. [Exit Bertram, guarded. You saw one here in court could witness it.
Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles.
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
King. Find him, and bring him hither,
What of him?
He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
With all the spots o’the world tax'd and debosh'd ; To tender it herself. I undertook it,
Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth:
She hath that ring of yours. With an importing visa ye ; and she told me, In a sweet verbal Brief, it did concern
Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I lik'd her,
And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth: Your highness with herself.
She knew her distance, and did angle for me, King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to Madding my eagerness with her restraint, marry me, when his wife was dead, blush to say As all impediments in fancy's course it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widocer; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's Her insuit coming with her modern grace
Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no Sabdaed me to her rate : she got the ringi leave, and I follow him to his country for justice : And I bad that, whick any iuferior might Grant it me, o king ; in you it best lies; otherwise At market-price have bought. a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undon“.
I must be patient; DIANA CAPULET. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll May'justly diet me.
You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife,
I pray you yet him for this, l'il none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Send for your ring, I will return it home,
(Since you lack yirtue, I will lose a husband), Laleu,
And give me mine again, To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors :
I have it not. Go, speedily, and bring again the count. [Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants.
King. What ring was yours, I pray you! I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady,
Sir, much like
The same upon your finger.
King. Know you this ring! this ring was bis of
late. Re-enter Bertram, guarded.
Dia. And this was it I gave bim, being a-bed. King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to King: The story then goes false, you threw it him you,
Out of a casement. And that you fly them as you swear them lordship,
I have spoke the trnth. Yet you desire to marry. -What woman's that!
Enter Parolles. Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow and Diana. Ber. My lord, I do confes the ring was hers. Dia. I am, my lord, a wietched Florentine, King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts Derived from the ancient Capulet;
you. My suit, as I do understand, you know,
Is this the man you speak of? And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
Ay, my lord. Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I charge you, Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
Not fearing the displeasure of your master And both shall cease, without your remedy. (Which, on your just proceeding, Pll keep off, King. Come bither, count; Do you know these By him, and by this woman here, what know you ! women?
Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, But that I know them: Do they charge me further? which gentlemen have.
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife? King. Come, come, to the purpose : Did he love Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.
this woman? Dia.
you shall marry,
Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; Bet bow ! You give away this hand, and that is mine ;
King. How, I pray you! You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a You give away myself, which is known mine; For I by vow am so embodied yours,
King. How is that? That she, which marries you, must marry me,
Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. Lither both, or none.
King. As thou art a knaye, and no kuave :Laf. Your reputation (To Bertram) comes too short What an equivocal companion is this? for my daughter, you are po husband for her.
Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's comBer. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, mand. Whom sometime I bave laugh'd with: let your bigh Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty
orator. Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, . Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage 1 Than for to think that I would sink it bere.
Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak. King. Sir, for ny thoughts, you have them ill to King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st! friend,
Par. Yes, so please your majesty, I did go between Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your honour, them, as I said, but more than that, he loved her,Than in my thought it lies!
for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satin
and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what : And at that time he got his wife with child : yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick ; knew of their going to bed : and of other mutions, as So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: promising her marriage, and things that would derive and pow behold the meaning. me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know.
Re-enter Widow, with Helena. King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou King.
Is there no exorcist canst say they are married : But thou art too fine in Beguiles the traer office of mine eyes ? thy evidence therefire stand aside.
Is'i real, that I see ! This ring, you say, was yours !
No, my good lord ; Dia.
Ay, my good lord.
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you? The name, and not the thing. Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.
Both, both; 0, pardon ! King. Who lent it you !
Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, Dia.
It was not lent me neither. I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, King. Where did you find it then?
And, look you, here's your letter ; This it says, Dia.
I found it not. When from my finger you can get this ring, King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, And are by me with child, &c. --This is done : How could you give it him?
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won! Dia.
I never gave it him. Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. (clearly, goes off and on at pleasure.
Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Deadly divorce step between me and you ! Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know. o, my dear mother, do I see you living?
King. Take her away, I do not like her now; Laj. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon :-To prison with her: and away with him.
Good Tom Drium [To Parolles], lend me a handkerUnless thou tell'st me where thou hall'st this ring, chief: So, I thank thee; wait on me home, I'll make Thou diest within this hour.
sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, they are Dia.
I'll never tell you. scurry ones. King. Take her away.
King. Let us from point to point this story know, Dia.
I'll put in bail, my liege. To make the even truth in pleasure flow! King. I think thee now soine common customer. If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, (To Diana. Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.
Choose thon thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower ; King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, while?
Thou kept'st a wife berself, thyself a maid.--
All yet seeins well, and if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. Flourisk. I am either maid, or else this old man's wife.
[Erit Widow. That you express content ; which we will pay, The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for,
With strife 'to please you, day exceeding day: And he shall surety me. But for this lurd,
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts; Who hath abus'a me, as he knows himself,
Your gentle hands lend us, and lake our hearts, Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him :
[Exeunt. He knows himself, my bed he hath delil'd :
Taming of the Shrew.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. A Lord.
Tranio, Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker.
Servants to Lucentio.
Persons in the Hostess, Page, Players, Hurtsmen,
Induction. and other Servants attending on the
Servants to Petrachio. Lord.
Pedant, an old Fellow set up to personcte Vincentio. Baptista, a rich Gentleman of Padua.
Katharina, the Shrev : 1
Bianca, her Sister.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on BapGremio,
tista and Petruchio. Hortensio,
Suitors to Bianca.
:-} Daughters to Baptista.
To the Original Play of the Taming of the Shrew, entered on the Stationers' Books in 1594, and printed
in quarto in 1607.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. A Lord, &c.
Valeria, Sertant to Aurelius. Sly.
Characters in the Sander, Servant to Ferando. A Tapsler.
Intution. Phylotus, a Merchant who personales the Dute. Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c.
Kate, Alphonsus, a Merchant of Athens.
melja, Daughters to Alphonsus, Jerobel, Duke of Cestus:
Re-enter a Servant.
How now ? who is it?
An it please your honour, SCENE I. Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
Players that offer service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near :-
Enter Players. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !
Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play.
We thank your honour. Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogaes :
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night! Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard
2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world
Lord with all my heart. This fellow I remember, slide: Sessa!
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you bave Since once he play'á a farmer's eldest son ;burst 1
"Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well :
I have forgot your name ; but, sure, that part
fitted, and naturally perform'd. Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the third 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means. borough.
[Exit. Lord. 'Tis very true ;--thou didst it excellent. Sly. Third, or foarth, or fifth borough, I'll answer Well, you are come to me in happy time; him by law : I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him The rather for I have some sport in hand,
Wherein your cunning can assist me much, come, and kindly. (Lies down on the ground and falls asleep. There is a lord will hear you play to-night :
But I am doubtful of your modesties; Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from Hunting, with Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour Huntsmen and Servants.
(For yet his honour never heard a play), Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my And so offend him; for 1 tell you, sirs,
You break into some merry passion,
If you should smile, he grows impatient.
1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
Were he the veriest antic in the world. At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault!
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
And give them friendly welcome every one:
Let them want nothing that my house affords. 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
(Exeunt Servant and Players. He cried upon it at the merest loss, And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent :
Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page, Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
(To a Servant. Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: I wonld esteem him worth a dozen such.
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber,
And call him--madam, do him obeisance, Bat sup them well, and look unto them all ;
Tell him from me (as he will win my love), To-morrow I intend to hunt again. 1 Hun. I will, my lord.
[he breathe ?
He bear himself with honourable action, Lord. What's here r one dead, or drunk ? See, doth such as he hath observ'd in nobles ladies 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: 'Were he not warm'a Unto their lords, by them accomplished: with ale,
Such duty to the drunkard let him do, This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy; Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! And say,-What is't your honour will command, Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! May show her duty, and make known her love? Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
And then-with kind embracements, tempting kisses, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, Bid him shed tears, as being over-joy'd,
And with declining head into his bosom,
To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
Who, for twice seven years, hath esteem'd him 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. No better than a poor and loathsome beggar : 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto bim, when he and if the boy have not a woman's gift, wak'a.
To rain a shower of commanded tears, Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless
An onion will do well for such a shift; Then take him up, and manage well the jest:
Which in a napkin being close convey'd, Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. And hang it round with all my wanton pictures :
See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst; Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,
Anon I'll give thee more instructions. And barn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet :
(Bxit Servant. Procure me music ready when he wakes,
I know the boy will well usurp the grace, To make a dulcet and á heavenly sound
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
I long to hear him call the drunkard husband ; And, with a low submissive reverence,
And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, Say,- What is it your honour will command !
When they do homage to this simple peasant. Let one attend him with a silver bason,
I'll in to counsel them: haply, my presence Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
May well abate the over-merry spleen, Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
Which otherwise would grow into extremes. And say,-Will't please your lordship cool your
(Eseunt. Some one be ready with a costly suit, [bands?
SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. And ask him what apparel he will wear; Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
Sly is discovered in a rich Night Gown, with AttenAnd that his lady mourns at his disease :
dants ; some with Apparel, others arith Bason, Persuade him that he hath been lunatic ;
Ewer, and other Appurtenances, Enter Lord,
dressed like a Servant. And, when he says he is -, say, that he dreams, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;
1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of It will be pastime passing excellent,
sack 1 If it be husbanded with modesty.
2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these '1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you we'll play our part,
conserves ! As he shall think, by our true diligence,
3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day! He is no less than what we say he is.
Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me--honour, Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; por lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and if And each one to his office when he wakes.
you give me any conserves, give me conserves of [Some bear out Sly: A Trumpet sounds. beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment l'll wear; for I Sirrab, go see what trumpet'tis that sounds: have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings
(Exit Servant. than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, someBelike, some noble gentleman; that means,
times, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes Travelling some journey, to repose him here. look through the overleather.
Lord, Heaven cease this id le humour in your ho Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. 0, that a mighty man, of such descent, (noor! Where is my wifet Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will with her! Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call we--husSly. What, would you make me mad? Am nat I
band ? Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; by My men should call me--lord; I am your goodman. birth a pedler, by education a card-maker, by trans Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession I am your wife in all obedience.
(band; a tinker ! Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Sly. I know it well .--What must I call her? Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not Lord. Madam fourteen-pence on the score for sheer ale, score me Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan inadam! ap for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What, 1 Lord. Madam, and nothing else ; so lords call am not bestraught : Here's
ladies. 1 Serv. o, this it is that makes your lady moorn. Sly. Madam wife, they say, that I have dream'd 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants droop. Above some fifteen year and more. (and slept
Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me:
Sly. 'Tis much; Servants, leave me and her Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,
alone And banish hence these abject lowly dreams : Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
Page. Thriee noble lord, let me entreat of you, Each in his office ready at thy beck.
To pardon me yet for a night or two; endd
For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
That I should yet absent me from your bed :
I hope, this reason stands for my excuse. ! Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so Or wilt thou ride! thy horses shall be trapp'd, long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams Their harness studded all with gold and pearl, again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the thesia Dost thou love hawking! thou hast hawks will soar and the hlood. Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou huat?
Enter a Servant. Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amendAnd fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. Are come to play a pleasant comedy,,n Einent,
1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course, thy greyhonnds are For so your doctors hold it very meet; sra! As breathed stags, ay, feeter than the roe. [as swift Seeing too much sadness hath eongeal' your blood,
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures! we will fetch thee And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Adonis, painted by a running brook : (straight Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, And Cytherea all in sedges hid ;
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it: Is not a coinLord. We'll show thee to, as she was a maid; monty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling-trick ? And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
Page. No, my good lord ; it is more pleasing stuff". As lively painted as the deed was done. [wood; Sly. What, household stuff!
3 Seru. Or Daphne, roaming through a thoray Page. It is a kind of history. Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds:
Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit by And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep.
my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be So work manly the blood and tears are drawn. younger.
[ T'hey sit down Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
be Than any woman in this waning age..
Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
Luc. Tranio, sinee--for the great desire I had
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
With his good will, and the good company,
Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all ; Well, bring our lady bither to our sight;
Here let us breathe, and happily institute And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale. [hands? A course of learning, and ingenious studies. 2 Seru. Will's please your mightiness to wash your Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
(Servants present an Ewer, Bason, and Napkin. Gave me my being, and my father first, o, how we joy to see your wit restor'd !
A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Sly. These Gifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap; To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeils :
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Tell me thy mind í for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come as he that leaves
Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
Only, good master, while we do admire
Let's be no Stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd :
And practice rhetoric in your common talk:
Musie and poesy use to quicken you; Page. How fares my noble lord ?
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,