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Bion. Then thas. Baptista is safe, talking with the Happy the parents of so fair a child !
Ped.) deceiving father of a deceitful son. Happier the man, whom favourable stars
shallae Luc. And what of him?
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow! Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope, thon art not mad. -Deri supper.
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.
bere luo Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied abont a Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father ; counterfeit assurance. Take you assurance of her, Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.
Ped. A cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum: to the church; Pet. Do, good old grandsire ;and withal, make known Pet. V --take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest Which way thon travellest: ifalong with us, witnesses !
We shall be joyful of thy company.
My name is callid – Vincentio ; my dwelling -- Pisa:
noth your appendix.
(Exit. And now by law, as well as reverend age,
put me It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth ;
Beside, so qualified as may
beseem Enter PETUUCHIO, Catharina, and HORTENSIO. The spouse of any noble gentleman. Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more toward Let me embrace with old Vincentio : our father's !
And wander we to see thy honest son,
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof! Or ere I journey to your father's house :
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. Goon, and fetch our horses back again !-
[Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Vincentio. Fvermore cross'd, and cross'd, nothing but cross'd ! Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Have to my widow; and if she be froward,
SCENE I. Padua. Before Lucentio's house.
Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready; Avd the moon changes, even as your mind.
Luc. Ifly, Biondello: but they may chance to need What you will have it named, even that it is;
thee at home, therefore leave us. And so it shall be so, for Catharine.
Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your back ; Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. and then come back to my master as soon as I can. Pet. Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should run,
(Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. And not unluckily against the bias,
Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. But soft; what company is coming here?
Enter PetruCHIO, Catharina, Vincentio, and AttenEnter Viscentio, in a travelling dress.
dants. Good-morrow, gentle mistress! Where away? Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,
[To Vincentio. My father's bears more toward the market-place; Tell nie, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir. Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go; Such war of white and red within her cheeks ! I think, I shall command your welcome here, What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.(Knocks. As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Gre. They're busy within you had best knock louder. Fair lovely maid, once more good-day to thee!
Enter Pedant above, at a window. Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake! Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman the gate ? of him.
Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal. Sheet,
Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or Whither away ; or where is thy abode?
two, to make merry withal?
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he, Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio ; I say, he shall go
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.
Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him!
Bion. O, we are spoiled, and — Yonder heis; deny Ped. Lay hands on the villain! I believe, 'a means him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. Luc. Pardon, sweet father!
(Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out. Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God
Bian. Pardon, dear father!
[Kneeling send 'em good shipping !-But who is here? mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought Where is Lucentio ?
Bap. How hast thou offended ?to nothing
Luc. Here's Lucentio,
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!
Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, for I never saw you before in all my life,
That fac'd and bray'd me in this matter so? l'in, What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio ?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Bian, Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
(Beats Biondello. While he did bear my countenance in the town; Bion. Help, help, help!here's a madman will murder and happily I have arriv'd at last
[Exit. Unto the wished haven of my bliss :-
[Exit from the window. Then pardon him, sweet father, for
sake! Pet. Prøythee Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy.
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent [They retire,
me to the gaol. Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Traxio, and Ser-Bar. But do you hear, sir ? [To Lucentio.] Have you
married my daughter without asking my good-will ? Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?) Vin. Fearnot, Baptista; we will content you, go to: Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir? - 0 But I willin to be revenged for this villainy. (Exit, immortal gods! ( fine villain! A silken doublet! a Bup. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. (Exit. velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!. Luc.Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. 0, I am andone! I am undone! while I play the good
[È xeunt Luc. and Bian, husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at Gre. My cake is dough. But I'll in among the rest; the university.
Out of hope ofall, -but my share of the feast. [Exit.
PETRUCHIO and CATHARINA advance.
Cath. Husband, let's follow,to see the end of this ado.
Cath. No, sir; God forbid !- but ashamed to kiss.
Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have Pet. Is not this well? - Come, my sweet Kate!
Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's house.
Mio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, PetroCHIO, CA-
And time it is, when raging war is done,
Brother Petruchio,.— sister. Catharina, –
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; But twenty times so much upon my wife.
Luc. A hundred, then.
Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself.
How now! what news ?
Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word,
That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my
wife Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns To come to me forthwith.
Pet, 0, ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Now, where's wife?
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;
She will not come; she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
Say, I command her to come to me.
Hor. She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight!
Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
Anawful rule, and right supremacy;
The wager thou hast won, and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns —
Another dowry to another daughter;
For she is chang'd as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, i will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
Re-enter CATHARINA, with Blanca, and Widow.
Bap.Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, As priseners to her womanly persuasion.
Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Catharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down.
wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,
Till be brought to such a silly pass!
Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you
Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too.
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
time. Pet. Twenty crowns!
Hath cost me an hundred crowns since
sapper I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
Biun. The more fool you, for laying on my daty.
Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong I am asham'd that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace;
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
But ihat our soft conditions, and our hearts,
My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown.
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,-
That seeming to be most, which we least are.
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which dnty, if he please,
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed! -
We three are married, but you two are sped.
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white! Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
(To Lucentio. Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And, being a winner, God give you good night! And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
(Exeunt Petruchio and Cath. And not obedient to his honest will,
Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curs't shrew. What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
Luc. 'Tis a wouder, by your leave, she will be tam'd Aud graceless traitor to her loving lord?
Person of the Bra m a.
An old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita:
Clown, his son.
Servant to the old shepherd.
Time, as Chorus.
Hermione, queen to Leontes.
PERDITA, daughter to Leontes and Hermione.
PAULINA, wise to Antigonus.
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a dance;
Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, etc.
Scene, --sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.
Two other ladies, } attending the queen.
Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sici
lia means to pay Bohemia the visitation, which he SCENE I.-Sicilia. An antechamber in Leontes'
justly owes him. palace.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, Enter CANILLO and ARCHIPAMUS.
we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed, – Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia Cam. 'Beseech you, on the like occasion, wherein my services are now on Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowfoot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference ledge: we cannot with such magnificence--in so rare betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia.
- I know not what to say.-We will give you sleepy
drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insuffi-, Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure,
The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
Leor. Well said, Hermione!
Cain. Sicilia cannot show himself overkind to Bohe- But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
Her. Nay, but you will? Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, Pol. I may not, verily. or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable com
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: oaths,
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse, why they When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? should desire to live.
My prisoner? or my guest ? by your dread verily, Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to One of them you shall be. live on crutches, till he had one.
(Exeunt. Pol. Your guest then, madam :
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Her. Not your gaoler then,
You were pretty lordlings then.
Two lads, that thought, there was no more behind,
And to be boy eternal.
Pol. We were astwinn'dlambs, that did friski'the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, And pay them, when you part!
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'!
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
Her. By this we gather, Than you can putus to't.
You have tripp'd since. Pol. No longer stay.
Pol. O my most sacred lady, Leon. One seven-night longer.
Temptations liave since then been born to us; for Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and in that Your precious self had not then cross'd the eyes I'll no gain-saying.
of my young play-fellow. Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so!
Her. Grace to boot!
If you hrst sinu'd with us, and that with us
With any but with us.
Leon. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
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