What is she, but a foul, contending rebel, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. But that our soft conditions and our hearts And place your hands below your husband's foot. My hand is ready; may it do him ease. Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss me, Kate. Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't. Vin. 'Tis a good hearing when children are toward. Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froward. 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; [To LUCENTIO. And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH. Hor. Now go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so. [Exeunt. Another Sicilian Lord. ROGERO, a Sicilian Gentleman. An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillias. POLIXENES, King of Bohemia. ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord. A Mariner. Jailer. An old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita. Servant to the old Shepherd. AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue. Time, as Chorus. HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes. I'ERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione. PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus. EMILIA, a Two other Ladies. attending the Queen. DORCAS,} Shepherdesses. Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; satyrs for a Dance; Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c. SCENE, sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia. WINTER'S TALE. ACT I. SCENE I. Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes' Palace. Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Archidamus. IF you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bo-. hemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves; for, indeed,— Čam. Beseech you, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge; we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-I know not what to say.We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attor neyed, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The Heavens continue their loves! Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note. Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him. It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh. They that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the watery star have been Would be filled up, my brother, with our thanks; Go hence in debt. And therefore, like a cipher, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more Leon. Stay your thanks awhile; Sir, that's to-morrow. And pay them when you part. Pol. I am questioned by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our absence: that may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have staid Leon. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. Pol. Leon. One sevennight longer. Pol. No longer stay. Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between 's then; and in that I'll no gainsaying. Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the world, So soon as yours, could win me; so it should now, |