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Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor.—Pr’ythee, get thee further. Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. Clo. Foh, pr’ythee. stand away : A paper from fortune's close-stool, to give to a nobleman f Look, here he comes himself. JEnter Laseu. Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat), that has fallen into the unclean fish-pond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal: Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may : for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. ... [Exit. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched. Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, ywho of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her There’s a quart d’ecu for you : Let the justices, make you and fortune friends; I am for other business. Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single word. Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't; save your word. Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Laf. You beg more than one word then.—Cox’ my passion give me your hand :-How does your drum ? Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found ne. of. Was I, in sooth r and I was the first that lost thee. Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out. Laf. Out upon thee, knave 1 dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the devil t one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [Trumpets sound..] The king’s coming, I know by his trumpets.-Sirrah, inquire further after me; 1 had talk of you last night; though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow. Par. I praise God for you.

scene ini. A room in the Countess’s Palace.

Enter King, Countess, Lafen, Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, &c.

Ring. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem Was made much poorer by it : but your son, As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know Her estimation home. Count. "Tis past, my liege: And I beseech your majesty to make it Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth; When oil and fire, too strong for reason’s force, O'erbears it, and burns on. King: My honour’d lady, I have forgiven and forgotten all; Though my revenges were high bent upon him, And watch'd the time to shoot. Laf. This I must say,+ But first I beg my pardon, The young lord Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady, Offence of mighty note; but to himself The greatest wrong of all : he lost a wife, Whose beauty did astonish the survey Qf richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive; Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn’d to serve, Humbly call'd mistress. King. Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear. — Well, call him hither;-We are reconcil’d, and the first view shall kill All repetition :-Let him not ask our pardon; The nature of his great offence is dead, And deeper than oblivion do we bury The incensing relies of it: let him approach, A stranger, no offender; and inform o so 'tis our will he should. Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit. King. wo-y: he to your daughter to have you spoke Lof. Roo. he is hath reference to your highness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me, That set him high in fame.

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Enter Bertram.

Laf. He looks well ou’t.

King. I am not a day of season, -
For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
In me at once : But to the brightest beams
Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth,
The time is fair again.

Ber. My high-repented blames, Dear sovereign, pardon to me.

King. All is whole;
Not one word more of the consumed time.
Let's take the instant by the forward top ;
For we are old, and on our quick’st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals ere we can effect them : You remember
The daughter of this lord 1

Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Burst make too bold a herald of my tongue:
Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
Which warp'd the line of every other favour;
Scorn’d a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;
Extended or contracted all proportions,
To a most hideous object: Thence it came,
That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myself,
Since I have lost, have lov’d, was in mine eye
The dust that did offend it.

King. Well excus’d : That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away From the great compt: . But love, that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offence, Crying, That’s good that’s gone : our rash faults, Make trivial price of serious things we have, Not knowing them, until we know their grave: Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: Our own love waking cries to see what’s done, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon, Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin : The main consents are had ; and here we’ll stay To see our widower’s second marriage-day.

Count. Wool better than the first, O dear heaven

bless :

Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease :

Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name Must be digested, give a favour from you, To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, That she may quickly come, By my old beard, And every hair that’s on’t, Helen, that’s dead, Was a sweet creature; such a ring as this, the last that e^er i took her leave at court, I saw upon her finger.

Ber. Hers it was not.

King. Now, you, let me see it; for mine eye, wooi was to. oft was fasten’d to’i.- y This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood Necessitied to help, that by this token I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her Of what should stead her most

Ber. My gracious sovereign,
Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
The ring was never hers.

Count. Son, on my life,
I have seen her wear it : and she reckon’d it
At her life’s rate.

Laf. I am sure, I saw her wear it.

Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it. In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought I stood ingag'd : but when I had subscrib'd To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, I could not answer in that course of honour As she had made the overture, she ceas'd, In heavy satisfaction, and would never Receive the ring again.

King. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Whoever gave it you : Then, if you know That you are well acquainted with yourself, Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement You got it from her; she call'd the saints to surety, That she would never put it from her finger, Unless she gave it to yourself in bed (Where you have never come), or sent it us

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Upon her great disaster.
Ber. She never saw it. -
King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine ho-
nour; -
And mak’st conjectural fears to come into me,
Which I would fain shut out : If it should prove
'That thou art so inhuman,—'twill not prove so:—
And yet I know not :-thou didst hate her deadly,
And she is dead; which nothing, but to close -
Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
More than to see this ring.—Take him away.—
[Guards seize Bertram.
My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
Having vainly fear'd too little.—A way with him –
We’ll sift this matter further. -
Ber. If you shall prove
This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
Where yet she never was. [Exit Bertram, guarded.

Enter a Gentleman. King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Gent. Gracious sovereign, Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Here’s a petition from a Florentine, Who hath, for four or five removes, come short To tender it herself. I undertook it, Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know, Is here attending : her business looks in her With an importing visage; and she told me, In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern Your highness with herself. King. [Reads.I. Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now, is the count Rousillon a widow:er; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour’s paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice: Grant it me, O king ; in you it best lies ; of herwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. Di ANA CAPU LET. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him : for this, I’ll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery.—Seek these suitors:– Go, speedily, and bring again the count. [Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd. Count.

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Re-enter Bertram, guarded. King, I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to you, And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you desire to marry.—What woman's that?

Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow and Diana. Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, Derived from the ancient Capulet; * * My suit, as I do understand, you know, And therefore know how far I may be pitied. Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease, without your remedy. King. Come hither, count; Do you know these women f Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny But that I know them : Do they charge me further ? Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife? Ber. She’s none of miue, my lord. Dia. If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine; You give away heaven's yows, and those are mine; You give away myself, which is known mine; For f. vow, am so embodied yours, That she, which marries you, must marry me, Either both, or none. Laf. Your reputation [To Bertram] comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. Ber. Mylord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laugh’d with : let your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to - friend, Till your deeds gain them : Fairer prove your honour, Than in my thought it lies 1

Dia. Good my lord,
Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
He had not my virginity.

King. What say'st thou to her 1

her. She's impudent, my lord; And was a common gamester to the camp.

Dia. He does me wrong, my lord.; if I were so,
He might have bought me at a common price:
Do not believe him : 0, behold this ring, *
Whose high respect, and rich validity,
Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that,
He gave it to a commoner o’ihe camp,
If I be one.

Count. He blushes, and ’tis it:
Qf six preceding ancestors, that gem
Conferr'd by testament to the sequentissue,
Hath it been ow’d and worn. This is his wife;
That ring's a theusand proofs. .

King. - Methought. you said, 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. 1 saw the man to-day, if man he be.

King. Find him, and bring him hither.

Ber. What of him : He’s quoted for a most perfidious slave, With all the spots o'the world tax'd and debosh’d ; Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth: Am I or that, or this, for what he’ll utter, That will speak any thing.”

King. She hath that ring of yours.

Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I lik’d her, And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth : She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancy’s course Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, Her insuit coming with her modern grace Subdued me to her rate : :::::: the ring; And I had that, which any inferior might At market-price have bought. .

Dia. I must be patient; You, that turn’d off a first so noble wife, May justly diet me. I pray you yet (Since you lack virtue, I †. husband), Send for your ring, I will return it home, And give me mine again,

Ber. I have it not.

King. What ring was yours, I pray you?

;s g y p 's'. much like The same upon your finger.

Ains, Know you this ring? this ring was his of


Dia, And this was it I gave him, being a-bed.

King. The story then goes false, you threw it him Out of a casement.

Dia. . . - I have spoke the truth.

Enter Parolies.

Ber. My lord, I do confe-s the ring was hers. King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you. Is this the man you speak off Dia. Ay, my lord. King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I charge you, Not fearing the displeasure of your master (Which, on your just proceeding, I’ll keep of), By him, and by this woman here, what know you ? Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have. Ring. Come, come, to the purpose : Did he love this woman : Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; But how ! King. How, I pray you? Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a woman. King. How is that t Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. Åing. As thou art a knaye, and no knave;— What an equivocal companion is this t Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command. Las. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator. Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage 1 Par. 'Faith, I know more than I’ll speak. King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st Par. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go between them, as I said ; but more than that, he loved her, for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of sat un,

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 ; new of their going to bed ; and of other motions, as So there’, my riddle, one, that's dead, is quick : r

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I am either maid, or else this old man’s wife.
Pointing to Lafew.
King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her. The king's a beggar, now the play is done :
Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, royal sir; Ali is well ended, if this suit be won,
[ Erft Widow. That you express content ; orhich we will pay,

Advancing. *

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 lord, Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;
Who hath abus’d me, as he knows himself, Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him : [Exeunt.

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Caming of the $prelu.

A Lord. Tranio - -
Christophor Sly, a drunken, Tinker. ( person, i, o, Biolo, } Servants to Lucentie.
frostess, Page, Players, Hurtsmen ... . . . Grumio - -

and other Servants attending on ... ( Induction. Curtis, r Servants to Petruchio.

Lord. - Pedant, an old Fellow set up to personate Vincentio, Baptista, a rich, Gentleman of Padua. Katharina, the Shrew : Vincentio, an old Gentleman of Pisa. Bianca, her Sister. Daughters to Baptista. Lucentio, Son to Vincentio, in Love orith Bianca. Widow. Petruchio, a Gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Ka

tharina. | Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Bap#. } suitor, to Bianca. tista and Petruchio.

SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio’s House in the Country.

To the Original Play of The Taming of the Shrew, entered on the Stationers' Books in 1594, and printed in quarto in 1607.

- DRAMATIS PERSONAE. A Lord, &c. l | Waleria, servant to Aurelius. sly. Characters in the Sander, servant to Feraudo. A Tapster. In tu-tion. Phylotus, a Merchant who personates the Duke. Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c. Kate Alphonsus, a Merchant of Athens. onesia, Daughters to Alphonsus. Jerobel, Duke of Cestus: Phylema, Aurelius, his Son, ) s.l., ------Perando, {~~ ro o Daughters of Al- Tailor, Haberdasher, and servants to Ferando and - - phonsus. Polidor, Alphonsus.

SCENE, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's Country House.

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Ilord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman,—the poor cur is emboss'd, And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth’d brach. Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; He cried upon it at the merest loss, And twice to-day pick’d out the dullest scent : Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Lord. Thou art a fool ; if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all ; To-morrow I intend to hunt again. 1 Hun... I will, my lord. the breathe Lord. What's here r one dead, or drunk? See, doth 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm'd with ale, This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Lord. O monstrous beast : how like a swine he lies! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image 1 Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.— What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself? 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him, when he wak'd. [fancy. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless Then take him up, and manage well the jest:Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: Procure me music ready when he wakes, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound ; And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And, with a low submissive reverence, Say,+What is it your honour will command Let one attend him with a silver bason, Full of rose-water, and bestrew’d with flowers; Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, And say,+Will't please your lordship cool your Some one be ready with a costly suit, [hands f And ask him what apparel he will wear; Another tell him of his hounds and horse, And that his lady mourns at his disease: Persuade him that he hath been lunatic; And, when he says he is —, say, that he dreams, For he is nothing but a mighty lord. This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs; It will be pastime passing excellent, if it be husbanded with modesty. 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you we’ll play our part, As he shall think, by our true diligence, He is no less than what we say he is: Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him ; And each one to his office when he wakes.— [some bear out sly. A Trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds: [Exit Servant. Belike, some noble gentlemen; that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

Re-enter a Servant. How now 2 who is it f Serv. An it please your honour, Players that offer service to your i. Iord. Bid them come near :— Enter Players. Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honour. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play: So please your lordship to accept our duty. Lord. With all my heart.—This fellow iremember, Since once he play’d a farmer’s eldest son;– 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d, 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means. Lord. "Tis very true;—thou didst it excellent.— Well, you are come to me in happy time; The railher for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much., There is a lord will hear you play to-night: But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour (For yet his honour never heard a play), You break into some merry ion, And so offend him ; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient; 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world. Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one : Let them want nothing that my house affords,- [Exeunt servant and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page, [To a Servant. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady : That done, conduct him to the drunkard’s chamber, And call him—madam, do him obeisance, Tell him from me (as he will win my love), He bear himself with honourable action, Such as he hath observ’d in nobles ladies Unto their lords, by them accomplished : Such duty to the drunkard let him do, With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy; And say,+What is’t your honour will command, Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, May show her duty, and make known her love? And then—with kind embracements, tempting kisses, And with declining head into his bosom, Bid him shed tears, as being over-joy’d, To see her noble lord restor'd to health, Who, for twice seven years, hath esteem’d him No better than a poor and loathsome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift, To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift; Which in a napkin being close convey’d, Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst; Anon. I’ll give thee more instructions.— [Exit Servant. I know the boy will well usurp the grace, Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the drunkard husband; And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, When they do homage to this simple peasant. I’ll in to counsel them: haply, my presence May well abate the over-merry spleen, Which otherwise would grow into extremes. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord’s House.

Sly is discovered in a rich Night Gown, with Attendants; some with Apparel, others orith Bason, Ewer, and other Appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like a Serrano.

Sly. For God’s sake, a pot of small ale.

§ ov. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sac

2 Serv. Will’t please your honour taste of these


3.Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day?

Sly. I am Christophero Sly ; call not me—honour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef; Ne’er ask me what raiment I’ll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.

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Lord, Heaven cease this idle humour in your hoQ. that a mighty man, of such descent, [nour ! of such possessions, and so of: esteem, Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! sly. What, would you make me, madt Am, not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; by birth a pedler, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not ; if she say I am not fourteen-pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What, 1 am not bestraught; Here's 1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 2 Serv. 0, this it is that makes your servants droop. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. thouse, O. noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And banish, hence these abject lowly dreams: Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Each in his office ready at toy beck. Wilt thou have music f harks Apollo plays. LMusic. And twenty caged nightingales do sing: Or wilt thou sleep t we'll have thee to a couch, Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm’d up for Semiramis. Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: Or wilt thou ride t thy horses shall be trapp'd, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Dost thou love hawking?, thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark; or wilt thou hunt : Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe, Cas swift 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee Adonis, painted by a running brook : [straight And §: all in sedges hid; o Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind. Lord...We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid; And how she was o: and surpris’d, - the

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And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;
And twenty more such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

% Now, Lord be thanked for uny good amends !
Aft. A men.
sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.

Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants. Page. How fares my noble lord?

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