Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. Enter HYMEN, leading ROSALIND in woman's clothes; and CELIA. Still Music. Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven, Good duke, receive thy daughter, Yea, brought her hither, That thou mightst join her hand with his, Ros. [To DUKE S.]To you I give myself, for I am yours. [To ORLANDO.] To you I give myself, for I am yours. Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. Why then, my love adieu ! Ros. [To DUKE S.] I'll have no father, if you be Enter Second Brother. 2 Bro. Let me have audience for a word or two. Duke S. Welcome, young man. Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding: Play, music! and you brides and bridegrooms all, Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites You [To OLIVER.] to your land, and love, and great You [To SILVIUS.] to a long and well deserved bed :- Is but for two months victuall'd.-So, to your pleasures: Jaq. To see no pastime, I :—what you would have;. EPILOGUE. 4 Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the Epi- | charge you, O women! for the love you bear to men, logue; but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the to like as much of this play as please you: and I lord the Prologue. If it be true, that good wine charge you, O men! for the love you bear to women, needs no bush, 't is true that a good play needs no (as I perceive by your simpering none of you hates epilogue; yet to good wine they do use good bushes, them) that between you and the women, the play may and good plays prove the better by the help of good please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of epilogues. What a case am I in, then, that am neither you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the liked me, and breaths that I defied not; and, I am behalf of a good play? I am not furnished like a beg- sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or gar, therefore to beg will not become me my way is, sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I curtsey, bid me farewell. [Exeunt. 1 Harmonize. 2 these things: in f. e. 3 of: in f. e. 4 Tieck says, this is an allusion to the practice of women's parts being played by men. Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio. SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country. INDUCTION. SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath. Sly. I'll pheese1 you, in faith. Sly. Y' are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa !2 Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy; go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.* Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the headborough.5 [Exit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law; I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly. [Lies down, and falls asleep. Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach' Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd," I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; Lord. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. 1 Hun. I will, my lord. 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! 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. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy. Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; And say,—will 't please your lordship cool your hands? 9 Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth When he says what he is, say that he dreams, he breathe? For he is nothing but a mighty lord. 1 A common word in the west of England, where it means to chastise, humble.-Gifford. 2 Cessa, cease. by Jeronimy-from Thomas Kyd's Spanish Tragedy, often quoted in derision, and as a cant phrase, by the is also a quotation from the same play. 5 Constable; it is usually altered to thirdborough. 6 A hound. fatigue. 8 And when he says he is: in f. e. 3 f. e. says Jeronimy. Go, writers of the day. 4 This 7 Foams at the mouth from Which, in a napkin being close convey'd, Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs; It will be pastime passing excellent, If it be husbanded with modesty. See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst: 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we will play our part, Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [Exit Servant. 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. [SLY is borne out. A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 't is that sounds:[Exit Servant. Belike, some noble gentleman, that means, How now? who is 't?1 Enter five or six Players.* Now, fellows, you are welcome. Players. 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 I remember, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son:'T was 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, 't was Soto that your honour means. Lord. 'T is very true: thou didst it excellent. Well, you are come to me in happy time, 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, And say, He bear himself with honourable action, 1 is it in f. e. : I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, I long to hear him call the drunkard husband, Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. 1 Serv. Will 't please your lordship drink a cup of sack? 2 Serv. Will 't please your honour taste of these conserves? 3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day? Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me honour, nor lordship: I ne'er 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, sometime, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather. [honour! Lord. Heaven cease this evil5 humour in your O! that a mighty man, of such descent, Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Should be infused with so foul a spirit! 6 Sly. What! would you make me mad? Am not I Christophero Sly, old Sly's son, of Burton-heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat alewife of Wincot', if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for Warwickshire ale, score me up for the lying'st knave in Christendom. What! I am not bestraught'. Here's 1 Serv. O! this it is that makes your lady mourn. 3 Serv. O! this it is that makes your servants droop. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. 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 thy beck: Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, [Music. And twenty caged nightingales do sing: Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say thou wilt walk, we will bestrew the ground : 1 Serv. Say thou wilt course, thy greyhounds are as swift : in f. e. 2 An it in f. e. 3 Not in f. e. 4 Enter Players: in f. e. 5 idle wickshire, is supposed to be alluded to. "A place about four miles from Stratford. 8 sheer 6 Barton-on-the-Heath, a village in Warin f. e. 9 Distraught, distracted. As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook, And Cytherea all in hedges hid, Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Lord. We'll show thee Io as she was a maid, 3 Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds; And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: Thou hast a lady, far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age. 1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee, Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things.- 2 Serv. Will 't please your mightiness to wash your hands? [Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. O, how we joy to see your wits restor❜d! O, that once more, you knew but what you are! These fifteen years you have been in a dream, Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap. But did I never speak of all that time? 1 Serv. O! yes, my lord, but very idle words; For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door, And rail upon the hostess of the house, And say you would present her at the leet,1 Because she brought stone jugs, and not seal'd2 quarts. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. [maid, 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such And twenty more such names and men as these, Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends ! Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Where is my wife? Page. Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband? My men should call me lord: I am your good-man. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband; I am your wife in all obedience. Sly. I know it well.-What must I call her? Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? Lord. Madam, and nothing else: so lords call ladies. Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, And slept about some fifteen year and more. Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. Sly. 'Tis much.--Servants, leave me and her alone.---Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you To pardon me yet for a night or two; Or if not so, until the sun be set, For your physicians have expressly charg'd, Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long; but I would be loath to fall into my dreams again: I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood. Enter a Servant. Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy; Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a com- Page. It is a kind of history. Sly. Well, we'll see 't. Come, madam wife, sit by my side, We shall ne'er be younger, and let the world slide.* SCENE I.-Padua. A Public Place. Luc. Tranio, since, for the great desire I had And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd 1 Court leet. 2 Sealed or stamped as full quart measure. ACT I. A course of learning, and ingenious studies. 3 above: in f. e. 4 And let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger in f. e. By virtue specially to be achiev'd. Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you. In brief, sir, study what you most affect. Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. If, Biondello now were2 come ashore, Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther, If either of you both love Katharina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Gre. To cart her rather: she 's too rough for me. There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? Kath. [To BAP.] I pray you, sir, is it your gracious* will To make a stale of me amongst these mates? My books, and instruments, shall be my company, Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. Gre. Why, will you mew her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And for I know, she taketh most delight [Exit. Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; may I not? What! shall I be appointed hours, as though, belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha! [Exit. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so good, here 's none will hold you. This love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out: our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell:-yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father. Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, to labor and effect one thing 'specially. Gre. What 's that, I pray? Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Gre. A husband! a devil. Hor. I say, a husband. Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensio, Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates though her father be very rich, any man is so very a for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mood.5 Kath. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear: I wis, it is not half way to her heart; Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us! Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward : That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. Maids' mild behaviour, and sobriety. Peace, Tranio. fool to be married to hell? Hor. Tush, Gremio! though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough. Gre. I cannot tell, but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition,-to be whipped at the high-cross every morning. Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca !-Happy man be his dole !9 He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, sig Tra. Well said, master: mum! and gaze your fill. nior Gremio? What I have said,-Bianca, get you in: For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. Kath. A pretty peat! it is best Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: 1 checks in f. e. 6 Pet. Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on. Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO. in f. e. Blackstone also suggested the change. 2 thou wert: in f. e. 3 aside in f. e. 4 This word is not in f. e. 5 mould: 7 Their in f. e. 8 Commend. 9 Lot. |