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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 shew more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow.
See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.--
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it down.
Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,
Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head strong women,

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I say, she shall ;-and first begin with her.
Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no sense is meet or amiable.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,

Of this play the two plots are so well united, that they can hardly be called two without injury to the art with which they are interwoven. The attention is entertained with all the variety of a double plot, yet is not distracted by unconnected incidents.

While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience..
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?-
I am asham'd, that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil, and trouble in the world;
But that our soft conditions, and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown;
But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,-
That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot;
And place your hands before your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.
[me, Kate.
Pet. Why, there's a wench !-Come on, and kiss
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad: for thou shalt hat.
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 KATHARINE Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst shrew.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so. [Event]

The part between Katharine and Petruchio is eminently sprightly and diverting. At the marriage of Bianca the arriva of the real father, perhaps, produces more perplexity than ples sure. The whole play is very popular and diverting.--JOHNSON

THE first edition of this play is that of the Players, the folio of 1623. It could not have been written before 1610, as we find from the office-book of Sir Henry Herbert, that it was licensed by Sir George Buck, who did not till that year get full possession of the office of Master of the Revels, which he had obtained by a reversionary grant. neither could the comedy have been produced later than 1613, when it was per formed at Court.

The plot is taken from the Pleasant History of Dorastus and Fania, written by Thomas Green. The poet has changed the names of the characters, and added the parts of Antigonus, Paulina, and Autolycus; he has also suppressed many circumstances of the origina! story; in other respects he has adhered closely to the novel. The error of representing Bohemia as maritime country is not attributable to our author, but to the original from which he copied. Ben Jonson, in a conversation with Drummond of Hawthornden, in 1619, remarking this geographical mistake, observed that "Shakspeare anted art and sometimes sense, for in one of his plays he brought in a number of men, saying they had suffered ship

wreck in Bohemia, where is no sea near by a hundred miles." This remark, which was uttered in the course of private con versation, without the slightest suspicion of its ever being made public, and which was so well justified by the example that he adduced to support it, has been quoted as another instance in proof of Jonson's enmity to Shakspeare. Jonson only professes to love Shakspeare, on this side id, latry," to admire his excellences without being blinded to his defects: the incorrectness mentioned is decidedly a great fault, bat there is no malignity or undue severity expressed by the inner in which it is censured.

Mr. Walpole has a ridiculous conjecture that The Winter's Tale is an historical play, that it was intended as a covert compli ment to Queen Elizabeth, that it is designed as a supplement to Henry the Eighth, and that Leontes represents the bluff monarch, Hermione, Anne Bullen, Perdita, Queen Elizabeth, and Mamillius an elder brother of hers, who was still-born. The Title of this play," says Schlegel, answers admirably to its subject. It is one of those histories which appear framed to delight the idleness of a long evening.'

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ledge: 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 shew 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 attornied, 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 inte my note.

him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of 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.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMII LIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne Si-Without a burden: time as long again

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of cilia 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,Cam. 'Beseech you, —

Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my know.

Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
That go before it.

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No longer stay.

Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol.

Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time betweca'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,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder,
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,
To you a charge, and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.

Leon.

Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay You, sir, Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure. All in Bohemia 's well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, He's beat from his best ward.

Leon. Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.Yet of your royal presence [to PoL ] I'll adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, To let him there a month, behind the gest Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind What lady she her lord. You 'll stay? Pol.

Her. Nay, but you will?

Pol.

Hel. Verily!

No, madam.

I may not verily.

You put me off with limber vows: But I,

Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily

You shall not go; a lady's verily is

As potent as a lord's. Will

you go yet?

[oaths,

Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you?
My prisoner or my guest? by your dread verily,
One of them you shall be.

Pol.

Your guest then, madam To be your prisoner, should import offending: Which is for me less easy to commit,

Than you to punish.

Her.

Not your gaoler then,

But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys;
You were pretty lordlings then.

Pol.

We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day,

And to be boy eternal

:

Fer. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the

sun,

And bleat the one at the other: What we chang'd
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
That any did: Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear d
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd,
Hereditary ours.
Her.
By this we gather,
You have tripp'd since.
Pol.

O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to us: for
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.

Her.

Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; lest you say, Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on; The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not With any but with us. Leon.

Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leon. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To better purpose. Her.

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Her. What? have I twice said well? when was 't I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make us As fatas tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: You may ride us With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ;My last good was, to entreat his stay; What was my first? it has an elder sister,

Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose. When? Nay, let me have't; I long.

Leon. Why that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death. Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever.

Her.

It is Grace, indeed.— Why, lo you now I have spoke to the purpose twice ; The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend.

[Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Leon. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me :—my heart dances; But not for joy, not joy. This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent: may, I grant: But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking glass ;--and then to sigh, as The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows.- Mamillius, Art thou my boy?

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Upon his palm!--How now, you wanton calf?
Art thou my calf?

Mum Yes, if you will, my lord. [that I have,
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots
To be full like me :-yet, they say we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: But were they false
As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true
To say this boy were like me.-Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam?-may't be?
Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible, things not so held,
Communicat'st with dreams;-(How can this be?)-
With what s unreal thou coactive art,
And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent,
Thou may st co-join with something; and thou dost;
(And that beyond commission; and I find it,)
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardening of my brows.

Pol.

Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose is
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and cramom-
Will be my knell.--Go, play, boy, play ;-There have
Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; [been,
And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the am
That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence,
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't,
Whiles other men have gates; and those gates open'd,
As mine, against their will: Should all despair,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none;
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
From east, west, north, and south: Be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly; know it;
It will let in and out the enemy,

With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us
Have the disease, and feel't not.--How now, boy?
Mum. I am like you, they say.
Leon.

Why, that's some comfort.—

What means Sicilia? What! Camillo there?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Pol.

How, my lord?
Leon. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
Her.
You look,
As if you held a brow of much distraction :
Are you mov'd, my lord?
Leon.
No, in good earnest,
How sometimes nature will betray it's folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?

Man No, my lord, I'll fight.

[My brother,

Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole!
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?

Pol.

If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all :
He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Leon.
So stands this squire
Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione,
How thou lov'st us, shew in our brother's welcome;
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap :
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.

If you would seek us,

Her.
We are your's i' the garden: Shall's attend you there?
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be
Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now, [found,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!

Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE.
How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband! Gone already;
Inch thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one.
[Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants.
Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I

Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man.-
[Exit MAMILLIUS.
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold:
When you cast out, it still came home.
Leon.
Didst note it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made
His business more material.

Leon.

Didst perceive it?-
They're here with me already; whispering, rounding,
Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone,
When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo,
That he did stay?

Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. [nent?
Leon. At the queen's, be'tood, should be perti-
But so it is, it is not. Was his taken

By any understanding pate but thine?
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks :-Not noted, is't,
But of the finer natures? by some severals,
Of head picce extraordinary? lower messes,
Perchance are to this business purblind: say.
Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand
Bohemia stays here longer.

Leon.
Cam.

Leon. Ay, but why?

Ha?

Stays here longer.

Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon.

Satisfy

The entreaties of your mistress?satisfy?-
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
My chamber councils: wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd
In that which seems so.
Cam.
Be it forbid, my lord!
Leon. To bide upon't;-Thou art not honest: o,
If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward;
Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining
From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted
A servant, grafted in my serious trust,
And therein negligent: or else a fool,
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,
And tak'st it all for jest.
My gracious lord,

Cam.

I inay be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,

It was my folly; if industriously

I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of. But, beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me: let me know my trespass
By its own visage: if I then deny it,

'Tis none of mine. Leon.

Have not you seen, Camillo,
But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn;) or heard,
(For, to a vision so apparent, rumour
Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation
Resides not in that man, that does not think it,)
My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
(Or else be impudently negative,

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I must believe you, sir;

I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for 't:
Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness
Will take again your queen, as yours at first;
Even for your son's sake; and, thereby, for sealing
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms
Thou dost advise me,

To have, nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Known and allied to yours.
My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate, were sin
As deep as that, though true.
Leon.
Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside p? stopping the career
Of laughter, with a sigh? (a note infallible
Of breaking honesty:) horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind
With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing?
Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing;
The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.

Leon.
Even so as I mine own course have set down :
I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
Cam. My lord,

Go then; and with a countenance as clear
As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia,
And with your queen: I am his cupbearer;
If from me he have wholesome beverage,
Account me not your servant.

Cam.

Good my lord, be cur'd

Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes;

For 'tis most dangerous.

Leon.

Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leon.

Say, it be; 'tis true.

It is; you lie, you lie :
I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee;
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave;
Or else a hovering temporizer, that

Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Inclining to them both: Were my wife's liver
Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass.

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Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, hang-
About his neck, Bohemia: Who-if I
Had servants true about me: that bare eyes
To see alike mine honour as their profits,
Their own particular thrifts, they would do that
Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou,
His cupbearer, whom I from meaner form
Have bench'd and rear'd to worship; who may'st see
Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven,

Leon.
This is all:
Do 't, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do't not, thou split'st thine own.
Cam.
I'll do 't, my lord.
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me.
[Eri'.

Cam. O miserable lady!--But, for me,
What case stand I in! I must be the poisoner
Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do 't
Is the obedience to a master; one,
Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
All that are his, so too.-To do this deed,
Promotion follows: If I could find example
Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings,
And flourish'd after, I'd not do 't: but since
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one
Let villany itself forswear't. I must
Forsake the court: to do 't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now!

Here comes Bohemia.

Pol.

Enter POLIXENES.

This is strange! methinks,
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
Good-day, Camillo.

Cam.
Hail, most royal sir:
Pol. What is the news i' the court?
Cam.

None rare, my lord.
Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance,
As he had lost some province, and a region,
Lov'd as he loves himself: even now 1 met him
With customary compliment; when he,
Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and
So leaves me, to consider what is breeding,
That changes thus his mancers

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