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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,
Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. For thou mayst see a sunshine and a bail

Clo. Fob, pr’ythee. 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.
Enter Lafeu.


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 musk-cat), that has fallen into the unclean King.

All is whole ; fish-pond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is mud- Not one word more of the consomed 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 knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles The inaudible and noiseless foot of time of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.


Steals ere we can effect them: You reinember 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 Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue : the knave with furtune, that she should scratch you, Where the impression of mine eye infixing, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, knaves thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu 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 bideous object: Thence it came, word.

That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myself, Laf. You beg a single peany 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 does your from the great compt: But love, that comes too late, drum

Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found to the great sender turps a sour offence, me.

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 thiugs we have,

Not knowing them, until we know their grave : Par. It lies you, my lord, to bring me in some of our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, grace, for you did bring me out.

Destroy our friends, and after weep their dast: Laf. Out upon thee, knave ! dost thou pat upon Our own love waking cries to see what's done, me at once both the office of God and the devil ? one while shameful hate 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 amorous 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: Come on, my son, in whom my house's name
The same.
A Room in the Countess's Palace, Must be digested, give a favour from you,

To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafen, Lords,
Gentlemen, Guards, ge.

That she may quickly come,- By my old beard,

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,


My gracious sovereign, And watch'd the time to shoot.

Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, Laf

This 1 mast say, The ring was never hers. But first I 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,

i Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serve,

Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Hambly callid 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, bither ;

I could not answer in that course of honour
We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill As she had made the overture, she ceas'd,
All repetition :--Let him not ask our pardon ; In heavy satisfaction, and would never
The pature of his great offence is dead,

Receive the ring again.
And deeper than oblivion do we bury


Plutus himself, The incensing relies 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 you: Then, if you know King. What says he to your daughter ? have you that you are well acquainted with yourself, spoke ?

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. Thave letters That she would never pot it from her finger,

Unless she gave it to yourself in bed That set him high in fame.

(Wbere you have never come), or sent it us

sent me,



Upon her great disaster.


Good my lord,
She never sar it.

Ask him upon his oatlı, if he does think
King. Thoo speak'st it falsely, as I love mine ho- He had not my virginity.

King. What say'st thou to her! And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me,


She's impudent, my lord ; Which I would rain shut out : If it should prove And was a common gamester to the camp. That thou art so inhuman,-'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,

Whose 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 fears of little vanity,

Count. He blushes, and 'tis it : Having vaidly fear's 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 avd 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 Florence,


Methought, you said, Where yet she never was. [Erit Bertram, guarded. You saw one here in court could witness it. Enter a Gentleman.

Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce

So bad an instrument his name's Parolles.
King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.

Gracious sovereign,

Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.

King. Find him, and bring him hither. Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Ber.

What of him? Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath, for four or five removes, come short

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 :
Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,
of the poor suppliani, who by this, I know, That will speak any thing!
Is here attending : her basiness looks in her


She hath that ring of yours. With an importing visare ; 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 lighness 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 ridoneer; 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 Subdued me to her rate : she got the ring; leave, and I follow him to his country for justice : And I bad that, which any inferior might Grant it me, 6 king ; in you it best lies ; otherwise At market price have bought. a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undon.


J must be patient; DIANA CAPULET. Laf. I will boy 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 virtue, I will lose a husband), Lafeu,

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, anıl some Attendants.

King. What ring was yours, I pray you!

Sir, much like I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady,

The same upon your finger.
Was foully snatch'd.
Now, justice on the doers!

King. Know you this ring? this ring was bis of

late. Re-enter Bertram, guarded.

Dia. And this was it I gave him, 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 wretched 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 he 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, I'll keep olf, King. Come hither, 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, Bat that 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.

Il you shall marry, Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; Bat 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. Either hoth, or none.

King. As thou art a knave, and no kuave :Laf. Your reputation [To Bertram) comes too short What an equivocal companion is this ! for my daughter, you are no 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 baye 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 my thoughts, yon have them ill to King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st!

friend, Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your honour, them, as I said, but more than that, he loved her,

Par. Yes, so please your majesty, I did go between 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 now 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 line in Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes ? thy evidence therefre stand aside.-

Is't real, that I see ! This ring, you say, was yours !


No, my good lord ;
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. Ber.

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,

Art 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. (elearly, 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, iny dear mother, do I see you living!

King. Take her away, I do not like her now; Loj: Mine eyes sinell onions, I shall weep anon : To prison with hier: and away with him.

Good Tom Dram To Parolles], lend me a handkerUnless thou tellst me where thou had'st this ring, chief: So, I thank thee; wait on me home, l'll make Thou diest within this hour.

sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, they are Dia.

P'll never tell you.

scurvy 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 some common customer. If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, [To Diana.
Dia By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower ;
King. Wherefore hast thou accas's him all this For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid,
while !

Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.--
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty; Of that, and all the progress, niore and less,
He knows, I am no inaid, and he'll swear to't : Resolvedly more leisure shall express :
I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not.

All yet seeins well; and if it end su meet,
Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life;

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.[ Flourisk. I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. [Pointing to Lafeu.

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; All is well ended, y this suit be soon,

[Erit Widor That you express content ; rhich 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 abas'd me, as he knows himself,

Your gentle hands lend us, and i ake our hearts. Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him :

[Exeunt. He knows himself, my bed he hath deal'd:

Taming of the Shrew.


Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker.

Servants to Lucentia.

Persons in the
Hostess, Page, Players, Hurtsmen,


Induction. and other Servants attending on the


Serrants to Petruchio. Lord.

Pedant, an old Fellow set up to personate Vincentio. Baptista, a rick Gentleman of Padua.

Katharina, the Shrew : Vincentio, an old Gentleman of Pisa.

Bianca, her Sister.

Daughters to Baptista. Lucentio, Son to Vincentio, in Love pith Bianca. Widow Petruchio, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to Katharina.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending oa Bap

tista and Petruchio.
Suitors to Bianca
SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.

Hortensio, } su

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

in quarto in 1607.


Valeria, Servant to Aurelius. Sly.

Characters in the Sander, Serrant to Ferando. A Tapster.

Intution. Phylotus, a Merchant who personates the Duke. Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c. Alphonsus, a Merchant of Athens.

Emelja, Daughters to Alphonsus, Jerobel, Duke of ('estus:

Aurelius, his Son, Suitors to the Daughters of A- Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Perando en u

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


Re-enter a Servant.

How now ? wbo is it?

An it please your honour, SCENE I. Before an Alehouse on a Heath.

Players that offer service to your lordship.
Enter Hostess and Sly.

Lord. Bid them come near :-
Sly. I'LL pheese you, in faith.

Enter Players. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Now, fellows, you are welcome. Sly. Y'are baggage the Slies are no rogues :

1 Play. We thank your honour.

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!

а Host. You will not pay for the glasses you bave Since once he play'á a farmer's eldest son ;

'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : burst! Sly. No, not a denier: Go hy, says Jeronimy:

I have forgot your name ; but, sure, that part Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Was aptly

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 I tell you, sirs,

You break into some merry passion,
hounds :

If you should smile, he grows impatient:
Brach Merriman,--the poor cur is emboss'd,
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.

i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves,

Were he the veriest aptic in the world.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault!
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;

i 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 také him for the better dog.

[To a Servant.

And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
I wonld esteem him worth a dozen such.

That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, But sup them well, and look unto them all ;

And call him-madam, do bim obeisance,

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 I 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'd 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!

Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,
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 pat upon his fingers, Bid him shed tears, as being over-joy'd,

And with declining head into his bosom,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,

To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

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 him, when he And if the boy have not a woman's gift,

To rain a shower of commanded tears, wak'a.

[fancy. 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 :

(Exit Servant. Procure me music ready when he wakes,

I know the boy will well usurp the grace, To make a dulcet and a 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, roith AttenAnd that his lady mourns at his disease

dants ; some with Apparel, others trith 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 ? If it be husbanded with modesty.

2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these 'i 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: 1 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 I'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.

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