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Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughter ; Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:

the lie? Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me;

Touch. O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd :

you have books for good manners: I will name you Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, the degrees. The first, the Retort courteous; the se If she refuse me:-and from hence I go,

cond, the Quip modest ; the third, the Reply churlish To make these doubts all even. (Exe. Ros. and Cel. the fourth, the Reproof valiant; the fifth, the Coun

Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy tercheck quarrelsome : the sixth, the Lie with circumSome lively touches of my daughter's favour.

stance; the seventh, the Lie direct. All these you Orla. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him, may avoid, but the Lie direct; and you may avoid Methought he was a brother to your daughter: that too, with an If. I knew when seven justices could But, my good lord, this hoy is forest-born;

not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were met And hath been tutord in the rudiments

themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as If of many desperate studies by his uncle,

you said so, then I said $0; and they shook hands, and Whorn he reports to be a great magician,

swore brothers.

Your if is the only peace-maker; Obscured in the circle of this forest.

much virtue in If. Enter Touchstone and Audrey.

Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord ? be's as good

at any thing, and yet a fool. Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and these

Duke S. He uses bis folly like a stalking-horse, and couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of

under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit. very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.

Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's clothes ; Teuch. Salutation and greeting to you all !

and Celia. Still Music. Jag. Good my lord, bid him welcome; This is the Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven, motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often met

When earthly things made even in the forest: he hath been a courtier, he swears.

Atone together. Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me to

Good duke, receive thy daughter, my purgation. I have trod a measure ; I have flatter Hymen from heaven brought her, ed a lady; I have been politic with my friend, smooth

Yea, brought her hither; with mine enemy; I have undone three tailors; I That thou might'st join her hand with his, have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Whose heart within her bosom is. Jaq. And how was that ta'en up?

Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was

[To Duke S. upon the seventh cause.

-To you I give myself, for I am yours. [To Orla. Jaq. How seventh cause?-Good my lord, like this Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my Lellow.

daughter. Duke S. I like him very well.

Orla. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. Touch. God'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I Phe. If sight and shape be true, presa in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country cop.

Why, then,—my love, adieu ! ulatives, to swear, and to forswear; according as mar Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not be: riagt binds, and blood breaks :-A poor virgin, sir, an

[T. Duke S. ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own; a poor humour -I'll have no husband, if you be not he :

(To Orla. of mine, sir, to take that that no man else will: Rich Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. (To Phebe. honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor-house; as Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion : your pearl, in your foul oyster.

'Tis I must make conclusion Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and senten

of these most strange events : Gous.

Here's eight that must take hands, Teach. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such

To join in Hymen's bands, delect discass.

If truth holds true contents. Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you find

You and you no cross shall part : the quarrel on the seventh cause?

[To Orlando and Rosalind. Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;-Bear your

-You and you are heart in heart: braly more seeming, Audrey :-as thus, sir. I did dis

[T. Oliver and Celia. like the cut of a certain courtier's beard; he sent me

- You to his love must accord, Ford, if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the

Or have a woman to your lord : [To Phebe. mind it was: This is called the Retort courteous. If

-You and you are sure together, I sent him word again, it was not well cut, he would

As the winter to foul weather. [To Tou. 6 Aud. send me word, he cut it to please himself: This is call.

Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, and the Qup modest. If again. it was not well cut, he

Feed yourselves with questioning; disabled my judgement: This is called the Reply

That reason wonder may diminish, charlesh. If again, it was not well cut, he would an

How thus we met, and these things finish. wwer, I spake rot true: This is called the Reproof val.

SONG. iant. If again, it was not well cut, he would say, I

Wedding is great Juno's crown; lie: This is called the Countercheck quarrelsome : and

O blessed bond of board and bed! 50 to the Lie circumstantial, and the Lie direct.

'Tis Hymen peoples every town ; Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well

High wedlock then be honoured:

Honour, high honour and renown, Teich. I durst go no farther than the Lie circum

To Hymen, god of every town! Hantie, nor he durst not give me the Lie direct ; and Duke S. O my dear piece, welcome thou art to me; 10 he measured swords, and parted.

Even daughter, welcome in no less degree, 30

Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Your patience, and your virtue, well deserves it:Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. [To Sil. You to a love, that your true faith doth merit: Enter Jaques de Bois.

[T. Orlando Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a worl, or two ;

- You to your land, and love, and great allies: [To Oli. I am the second son of old sir Rowland,

-You to a long and well-deserved bed :

[To Silv. That bring these tidings to this fair assembly :

-And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day

[To Touch Men of great worth resorted to this forest,

Is but for two months victuall'd:-So to your pleasures; Address'd a mighty power; which were on foot,

I am for other than for dancing measures. In his own conduet, purposely to take

Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. His brother here, and put him to the sword:

Jaq. To see no pastime, I: what you would have And to the skirts of this wild wood he came;

I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Erit. Where, meeting with an old religious man,

Duke S. Proceed, proceed : we will begin these rites, After some question with him, was converted

And we do trust they'll end, in true delights. Both from his enterprize, and from the world:

[A Dance His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, And all their lands restor'd to them again

That were with him exil'd: This to be true,
I do engage my life.

Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epi.
Duke S.
Welcome, young man;

logue: but it is no more unbandsome, than to see the Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding: lord the prologue. If it be true, that good wine needs To one, his lands with-held; and to the other, no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needs no epilogue: A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.

Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good First, in this forest, let us do those ends

plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. That here were well begun, and well begot:

What a case am I in then, that am neither a good epiAnd after, every of this happy number,

logue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us, a good play? I am not furnished like a beggar, there Shall share the good of our returned fortune, fore to beg will not become me: my way is, to con According to the measure of their states.

jure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge Meantime, forget this new-fall’n dignity,

you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like And fall into our rustic revelry:

as much of this play as please them: and so I charge Play, musie;-and you brides and bridegrooms all, you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perWith measure beap'd in joy, to the measures fall. ceive by your simpering, none of you hate them,) that

Jaq. Sir, by your patience; If I heard you rightly, between you and the women, the play may please. If The duke hath put on a religious life,

I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you ás had And thrown into neglect the pompous court?

beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me, Jaq. de B. He hath.

and breaths that I defied not : and, I am sure, as many Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites as have good bearls, or good faces, or sweet breaths, There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. will, for my kind offer, when I make curt'sy, bid me * You to your former bonour I bequeath: [T. Duke S. | farewell.


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Persons in Grumio,

servants to Petruchio. Christopher Sly, a drunken tinker.

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Curtis, Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, cond

tion. Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio. dher Servants atteniting on the Lord.)

Katharina, the shrew, } daughters to Baptista. Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua.

Bianca, her sister, Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa.

Widoru. Lueentio, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katha Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants, attending on Bap

tista and Petruchio. Grenia,

suitors to Bianca. Hortensia,

SCENE-sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Tranio,

Petruchio's house in the country. Biondello,

servants to Luccntio.


1 Hunt. I wil, my lord. SCENE 1.- Before an Alehouse on a Heatk. Enter

Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk ? See, doth Hostess and Sly.

he breathe

2 Hunt. He breathes, my lord : Were he not warmd Sly.

with ale, I Ll pheese you, in faith,

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

Lord, O monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies! Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues : Look

Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide ; Ses What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,

Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, Hort. You will not pay for the glasses you have A most delicious banquet by his bed, bart?

And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Sty. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy ;-Go Would not the beggar then forget himself? to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose: Hoxt. I know my remedy: I must go fetch the 2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him, when he third-borough.


wak'd. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy, bira by law: IN not budge an inch, boy; let him Then take him up, and manage well the jest :come, and kindly.

Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. And hang it round with all my wanton pictures : Mind horns.

Enter a Lord from hunting, with Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,
Huntsmen and Servants.

And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: Lørd. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my | Procure me music ready when he wakes, hovods:

To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
Braeh Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd,

And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. And, with a low submissive reverence,
Sam'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Say,– What is it your honour will command?
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?

Let one attend him with a silver bason,
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; 1 Hunt. Why, Belma is as good as he, my lord ; Another bear the ewer, the third a diper, He cried upon it at the merest loss,

And say, “Will't please your lordship cool your lands? And twice today pickd out the dullest scent : Some one be ready with a costly suit, Trest me, I take him for the better dog.

And ask him what apparel he will wear; Lorde Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, Another tell him of his hounds and horse, I would esteer him worth a dozen sach.

And that his lady mourns at his disease : Bat sup them well, and look unto them all;

Persuade him, that he hath been lunatic; Tomorrow I intend to hunt again.

And, when he says he is -, say, that he dreams

For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs ;

Anon I'll give thee more instructions.-[Exit Servant, It will be pastime passing excellent,

I know, the boy will well usurp the grace; If it be husbanded with modesty.

Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman : 1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part, | I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; As he shall think, by our true diligente,

And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, He is no less than what we say he is.

When they do homage to this simple peasant. Lord. Take him up gently and to bed with him ; I'll in to counsel them ; haply, my presence And each one to his office, when he wakes.

May well abate the over-merry spleen, [Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. Which otherwise would grow into extremes. (E.xcunt. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :Belike, some noble gentleman ; that means, [Ex. Sero.

SCENE II.-A Bed-chamber in the Lord's House. Pravelling some journey, to repose him here.

Sly is discovered in a rich night-gown, with Attenost Re-enter a Servant.

ants ; some with apparel, others with bason, ettet, How now? who is it?

and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like

a servant. Serv. An it please your honour, players That offer service to your lordship.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. Lord. Bid them come near:

of 1 Sero. Will't please your lordship drink a cup Enter Players.

sack? Now, fellows, you are welcome.

2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these 1 Play.

We thank your honour. conserves ? Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear today? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-honour,

Lord. With all my heart.-- This fellow I remember, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and if Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;

you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef: Twas where you wood the gentlewoman so well: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I have no I have forgot your name; but sure, that part more doublets than backs, no more stockings than Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.

legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour meanse more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look

Lord. 'Tis very true;-thou didst it excellent. through the overleather. Well, you are come to me in happy time;

Lord. Heaven case this idle humour in your bonour ! The rather for I have some sport in hand,

O, that a mighty maa, of such descent, Wherein your cunning can assist me much.

Of such possessions, and so high esteem, There is a lord will hear you play to-night:

Should be infused with so foul a spirit! But I am doubtful of your modesties ;

Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am vot I Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,

Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-Heath; by (For yet his honour never heard a play.)

birth a pedler, by education a carl-maker, by transYou break into some merry passion,

mutation a bear-herd, and now by present professiona And so offend him: for I tell you, sirs,

tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Win. If you should smile, he grows impatient.

cot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, | pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the Were he the veriest antick in the world.

lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not be Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, straught. Here's And give them friendly welcome every one :

1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. Let them vant nothing that my house affords. 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants droop.

[Exe. Servant and Players. Lord. Hence coines it that your kindred shun your Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, [To a Serv. house, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:

As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. That done conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; And call him-madam, do him obeisance.

Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Tell him from me, (as he will win my love)

And banish hence these abject lowly dreams: He bear himself with lonourable action,

Look, how thy servants do attend an thee, Such as he hath observid in noble ladies

Each in his office ready at thy beck. Unto their lords, by them accomplished:

Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, [Music. Such duty to the drunkard let him do,

And twenty caged nightingales do sing : With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ;

Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, And say,–What is't your honour will command, Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,

On purpose trimm'd up for Semiranis. May show ber duty, and make known her love? Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: And then—with kind embraceinents, tempring kisses, Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, And with declining head into his bosom,

Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyd

Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar To see her noble lord restord to health,

Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:

And fetch sbrill echoes from the hollow earth. And if the boy have not a woman's gift,

1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are To rain a shower of cominanded tears,

as swift Ap onion will do well for such a shift;

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. Which in a napkin being close convey'd,

2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch the Shall in despite enforce a watery ere.


Adonis, painted by a running brook :

Page. Ay, and the tiine seems thirty unto me; And Cytherea all in sedges hid ;

Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Sly. 'Tis much;-Servants, leave me and her alone.Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Madam, undress you, and come now to-bed. Lord, We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid ; Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you, And how she was beguiled and surpris’d,

To pardon me yet for a night or two;
As lively painted as the deed was done.

Or, if not so, until the sun be set :
3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming though a thorny wood ; For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
Seratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds: In peril to incur your former malady,
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

That I should yet absent me from your bed :
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

I hope, this reason stands for my excuse. Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again; I Thean any woman in this waning age.

will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh 'and the 1 Seru. And, till the tears that she bath shed for blood. thee,

Enter a Servant. Like envious floods o'er-ran her lovely face,

Sero. Your honour's players, hearing your amendo She was the fairest creature in the world;

ment, And yet she is inferior to none.

Are come to play a pleasant comedy, Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?

For so your doctors hold it very meet : Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now?

Seeing too much sadness hath congcal'd your blood, I do not sleep : I see, I hear, I speak ;

And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, 1 smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :

Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed ;

And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.

Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Well bring our lady hither to our sight;

Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: is not a comAnd once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

monty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling-trick ? 2 Scro. Will't please your mightiness to wash your Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.

hands? Servants present an ewer, bason, and Sly. What, household stuff? O, how we joy to see your wit restord ! (napkin. Page. It is a kind of history. 0, that once more you knew but what you are !

Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit by my These fifteen years you have been in a dream; side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger. Or, when you wakd, so wak’d, as if you slept.

[They sit down. Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap, But did I never speak of all that time? 1 Sero. O, yes, my lord ! but very idle words :

ACT L For though you lay here in this goolly chamber, Yet would you say, you were beaten out of door: SCENE IPadua. A Public Place. Enter LucenAnd rail upon the hostess of the house ;

tio and Tranio. And say, you would present her at the leet,

Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts : TRANIO, since-for the great desire I had
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,-
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.

I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, 3 Sero. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such The pleasant garden of great Italy; maid;

And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,

With his good will, and thy good company, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Most trusty servaix, well approv'd in all ; And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell ;

Here let us breathe, and happily institute And twenty more such names and men as these, A course of learning and ingenious studies. Which never were, por no man ever saw.

Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends !

Gave me my being, and my father first, All. Amen.

A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.

Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.
Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants. Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence,
Page. How fares my noble lord ?

It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiva,
Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds :
Where is my wife?

And therefore, 'Tranio, for the time I study, Page. Here, noble lord; What is thy will with her ? | Virtue, and that part of philosophy

Sty. Are you my wife, and will not call me-husband?! Will I apply, that treats of happiness My men should call me-lord; I am your good-man. By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and hus Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left, band;

And am to Padua come; as he that leaves I am your wife in all obedience.

A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep. Sly. I know it well: What must I call her? And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. Lerd. Madam.

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? I am in all affected as yourself, Lørd. Madam, and nothing else; so londs call ladies. Glad that you thus continue your resolve, šty. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, and to suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. slept

Only, good master, while we do admire Above sotae fifteen year and more.

This virtue, aud this moral discipline,

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