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My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, For I by vow am so embodied yours,
That she, which marries you, must marry me,
Laf. Your reputation [To BERTRAM.] comes too Ber.
If you shall prove short for my daughter ; you are no husband for her. This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creaProve that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
ture, Where yet she never was.
Whom sometime I have laugh'd with : let your [Exit BERTRAM, guarded.
Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Enter a Gentleman.
Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to Gent. Gracious sovereign,
friend, Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Till your deeds gain them : Fairer prove your ho. Here's a petition from a Florentine,
nour, Who hath for four or five removes 7, come short Than in my thought it lies ! To tender it herself. I undertook it,
Good my lord,
He had not my virginity.
King. What say'st thou to her ? With an important visage; and she told me,
She's impudent, my lord; In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
And was a common gamester to the camp.' Your highness with herself.
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord ; if I were so, King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to He might have bought me at a common price : marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, Do not believe him : 0, behold this ring, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower; Whose high respect, and rich validity, his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to Did lack a parallel ; yet, for all that, hin. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I He gave it to a commoner o' the camp, follow him to his country for justice : Grant it me, 0 If I be one. king; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flou- Count. He blushes, and 'tis it : rishes, and a poor maid is undone.
Of six preceding ancestors, that gem
Conferr’d by testament to the sequent issue, Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife; toll him 8: for this, I'll none of him.
That ring's a thousand proofs. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, King
Methought, you said, Lafeu,
You saw one here in court could witness it. To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors:- Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce Go, speedily, and bring again the count.
So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles. [Ercunt Gentleman, and some attendants. Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady,
King. Find him, and bring him hither. Was foully snatch’d.
What of him? Count. Now, justice on the doers! He's quoted 2 for a most perfidious slave,
With all the spots o'the world tax’d and debosh'd 3; Enter Bertram, guarded.
Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth : King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,
That will speak any thing? you, And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, King.
She hath that ring of yours. Yet you desire to marry. - - What woman's that? Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I lik'd her.
She knew her distance, and did angle for me,
As all impediments in fancy's + course
Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, My suit, as I do understand, you know,
Her insuit coming with her modern grace", And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
Subdued me to her rate : she got the ring ; Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour And I had that, which any inferior might Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
At market-price have bought. And both shall cease 9, without your remedy.
I must be patient; King. Come hither, count: Do you know these You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife, women ?
May justly diet me. I pray you yet, Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny
(Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,) But that I know them : Do they charge me further? Send for your ring, I will return it home, Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife? And give me mine again.
Ber. Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.
I have it not. Din.
If you shall marry,
King. What ring was yours, I pray you?
Dia. You give away this hand, and that is mine;
Sir, much like You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;
The same upon your finger.
• Lore. : Post-stages. # Pay toll for him.
5 Her solicitation concurring with her appearance of being 9 Decease, die
King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of King. Take her away. late.
I'll put in bail, my liege. Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. King. I think thee now some common customer.
K’ing. The story then goes false, you threw it him, Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man 'twas you. Out of a casement.
King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this Dia. I have spoke the truth.
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty ; Enter PAROLLES.
He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to't. Ber. My lord, I do confess, the ring was hers. I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not. King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life ; you.
I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. Is this the man you speak of?
[Pointing to LaFeu. Dia.
King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her. King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal you,
(Erit Widow. Not fearing the displeasure of your master,
The jeweller, that owes 6 the ring, is sent for, (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,) And he shall surety me.
But for this lord, By him, and by this woman here, what know you? Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,
Par. So please your majesty, my master hath Though yet he never barm’d me, here I quit him : been an honourable gentleman ; tricks he hath had He thinks himself, my bed he hath defild; in him, which gentlemen have.
But 'twas his wife who then became with child : King. Com come, to the purpose : Did he love And now behold the meaning. this woman? Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; But how ?
Re-enter Widow, with Helena. King. How, I pray you.
Is there no exorcist Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a Beguiles the true office of mine eyes ?
Is't real, that I see? King. How is that?
No, my good lord; Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
King. As thou art a knave, and no knave :- The name, and not the thing. What an equivocal companion is this?
Both, both; 0, pardon ! Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, command.
I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, Laf. He's a good drum my lord, but a naughty And, look you, here's your letter ; This it says, orator.
When from my finger you can get this ring, Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage ? And are by me with child, &c. This is done : Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll spcak. Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st ?
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this Par. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go
clearly, tween them, as I said ; but more than that, he l'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. loved her, for indeed he was mad for her, and Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I Deadly divorce step between me and you ! know not what : yet I was in that credit with them 0, my dear mother, do I see you living ? at that time, that I knew of their going to bed ; Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon : and of other motions, as promising her marriage, Good Tom Drum, (To PAROLLES.] lend me a and things that would derive me ill will to speak of, handkerchief: So, I thank thee: wait on me home, therefore I will not speak what I know.
I'll make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou | They are scurvy ones. canst say they are married : But thou art too fine in
King. Let us from point to point this story know, thy evidence: therefore stand aside
To make the even truth in pleasure flow:-
If thou best yet a fresh uncropped flower,
[ To Diana.
Thou kept'st a wife, herself, thyself a maid. Dia.
It was not lent me neither. Of that, and all the progress, more and less, K'ing. Where did you find it then ?
Resolvedly more leisure shall express : Dia.
I found it not All yet seems well ; and if it end so meet, King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. How could you give it him ?
[Flourish. Dia. I never gave it him.
Advancing Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she
The king's a beggar, now the play is done : goes off and on at pleasure.
All is well ended, if this suit be won,
That you express content; which we will pay,
With strife to please you, day exceeding day : To prison with her, and away with him. —
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts 7 Unless thou tell’st ine where thou hadst this ring,
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.
[Ereunt. Thou diest within this hour. Dia. I'll never tell you.
7 i.e. Take our parts, support and defend us.
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
Tranio, CHRISTOPHER Sly, a drunken Tinker. Persons in | BIONDELLO,
Servants to Lucentio.
Servants to Petruchio.
Pedant, an old Fellow set up to personale Vincentio.
KATHARINA, the Shrew; LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. BIANCA, her Sister, Petruchio, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to Ka- Widow.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants altending on
Baptista and Petruchio.
} Daughters to Baptista.
SCENE I. — Before an Alehouse on a Heath. And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Enter Hostess and Sly.
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? Sly. I'll pheese' you in faith.
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !
| Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord ; Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues : He cried upon it at the merest loss, Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Conqueror. Therefore paucas pallabris ? ; let the Trust me, I take him for the better dog. world slide : Sessa ! 3
Lord. Thou art a fool ; if Echo were as fieet, Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have I would esteem him worth a dozen such. burst?
But sup them well, and look unto them all; Sly. No, not a denier : Go by, says Jeronimy;
To-morrow I intend to hunt again. Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. +
1 Hun. I will, my lord. Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the Lord. What's here ? one dead, or drunk? See, thirdborough. 5
doth he breathe? Sly. Third or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll an- 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not swer him by law : I'll not budge an inch, boy; let
warm'd with ale, him come, and kindly.
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he
lies! Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! Huntsmen and Servants..
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. 1.ord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my Wrapp'd in sweet clothes
, rings put upon his fingers,
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, hounds : Brach 6 Merriman, the poor cur is embossid ?,- A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes, I Beat or knock. 2 Few words.
3 Be quiet.
Would not the beggar then forget himself? 4 This line and scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish Tragedy.
2 Hun. It would seein strange unto liim when he An officer whose authority equals that of a constable. 6 Bitch.
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless 1 Play. Fear not, my lord ; we can contain ourfancy.
selves, Then take him up, and manage well the jest : Were he the veriest antick in the world. Carry bim gently to my fairest chamber,
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures : And give them friendly welcome every one: Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, Let them want nothing that my house affords. — And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet :
( Ereunt Servant and Players. Procure me musick ready when he wakes,
Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page. To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
[ To a Servant. And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: And, with a low submissive reverence,
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, Say, - What is it your honour will command ? And call him — madam, do him obeisance, Let one attend him with a silver bason,
Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; He bear himself with honourable action, Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies And say, - Will't please your lordship cool your Unto their lords, by them accomplished : hands?
Such duty to the drunkard let him do, Some one be ready with a costly suit,
With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; And ask him what apparel he will wear ;
And say — What is't your honour will command, Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, And that his lady mourns at his disease :
May show her duty, and make known her love ? Persuade him that he hath been lunatick;
And then with kind embracements, tempting And, when he says he is, — say that he dreams,
kisses, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
And with declining head into his bosom, This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;
Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd It will be pastime passing excellent,
To see her noble lord restor'd to health, If it be husbanded with modesty. 8
Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our No better than a poor and loathsome beggar : part,
And if the boy have not a woman's gift, As he shall think, by our true diligence,
To rain a shower of commanded tears, He is no less than what we say he is.
An onion will do well for such a shift; Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him ; Which in a napkin being close convey'd, And each one to his office when he wakes.
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. [Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. See this spatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; Sirah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds : Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [Erit Servant.
[Erit Servant. Belike, some noble gentlemen; that means, I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Travelling some journey, to repose him here. -- Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman :
I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; Re-enter a Servant.
And how my men will stay themselves from laugliter, How now? who is it?
When they do homage to this simple peasant, Sere.
An it please your honour, I'll in to counsel them : haply my presence Players that offer service to your lordship.
May well abate the over-merry spleen, Lord. Bid them come near :
Which otherwise would go into extremes.
(Exeunt. Enter Players.
Now, fellows, you are welcome. SCENE II. – A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. 1 Play. We thank your bonour.
Sly is discovered in a rich night-gown, with AttendLord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? ants ; some with apparel, others with bason, ewer, 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our
rduty. and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed Lord. With all my heart. - This fellow I re- like a Servant.
member, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;
Sly. For heaven's sake, a pot of small ale.
i Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well:
of sack? I have forgot your name; but sure that part
2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.
conserves ? 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour
3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day?
Sly. I am Christopher Sly; call not me- - honour, Lord. 'Tis very true ; – thou didst it excellent.
nor lordship : I never drank sack in my life; and if Well, you are come to me in happy time;
you give me any conserves, give me conserves of The rather, for I have some sport in hand,
beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; fir I Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
have no more doublets than backs, no more stockThere is a lord will hear you play to-night :
ings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, But I am doubtful of your modesties;
sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,
my toes look through the over-leather. (For yet his bonour never heard a play,)
Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your You break into some merry passion,
honour! And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
O, that a mighty man of such descent,
Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Should be infused with so foul a spirit !
Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not 0, how we joy to see your wit restor'd ! I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; O, that once more you knew but what you are ! by birth a pedler, by education a card-maker, by These fifteen years you have been in a dream; transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept. profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap. ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not : if she say But did I never speak of all that time? I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words: score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, What, I am not bestraught 9; Here's
Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door ; | Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. And rail upon the hostess of the house; 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants And say, you would present her at the leet', droop.
Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts : Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. your house,
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor nc 0, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;
such maid; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams : As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell; Each in his office ready at thy beck.
And twenty more such names and men as these, Wilt thou have musick ? hark ! Apollo plays, Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
[Musick. Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends. And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
All. Amen. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants. Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:
Page. How fares my noble lord ? Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Where is my wife? Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will with her? Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ?
Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me — Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,
husband ? And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds Page. My husband and my lord, my lord an, are as swift
husband; As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
I am your wife in all obedience. 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her ? thee straight
Lord. Madam. Adonis, painted by a running brook :
Sly. Alice madam, or Joan madam ? And Cytherea all in sedges hid;
Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
ladies. Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, 3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny
and slept wood;
Above some fifteen year and more. Scratching her feet that one shall swear she bleeds : Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me. And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
Enter a Servant. Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amendThou hast a lady far more beautiful
ment, Than any woman in this waning age.
Are come to play a pleasant comedy. 1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee, For so your doctors hold it very meet ; Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, She was the fairest creature in the world;
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, And yet she is inferior to none.
Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady ?
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd till now?
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak;
Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it : Is not a I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things
commonty ? a Christmas gambol, or a tumblingUpon my life, I am a lord, indeed;
trick ? And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly. –
Page. No, my good lord ; it is more pleasing stuff. Well, bring our lady hither to our sight :
Sly. What, household stuff? And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale.
Page. It is a kind of history. 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to washı your Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit hands?
by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er [Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. be younger.
[ They sit down. 9 Distracted,
? For comedy,