Vin. Art thou his father?

forgot me?

Re-enter BIONDELLO.

Bion. I have seen them in the church together: But who is here? mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. Seeing BIONDELLO. Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue: What, have you Biom. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio? Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will [Exit.

murder me.

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and Servants.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?

Vin. What am I, sir? nay what are you, sir?— O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! -0. I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

Tra. How now! what's the matter?
Bap. What, is the man lunatic?

Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman : Why, sir, what concerns it to you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

l'in. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master! -Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-0, my son, my son!-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an officer:-[Enter one with an Officer. Carry this mad knave to the gaol :-Father Baptista, I charge you, see that he be forthcoming. Via. Carry me to the gaol!

Gre. Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison. Bp. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say he shall go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be heated in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio,

A hat with a conical crown.

Ped. Swear, if thou darest Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused:O monstrous villain!

Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and BIANCA. Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is, deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling Lives my sweetest son [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out Bian. Pardon, dear father. [Kneeling Bap. How hast thou offended ?

Vin.

Where's Lucentio ? Luc.

Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne." Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain Tranio, That faced and braved me in this matter so ? Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? Biun. Cambio is changed into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my state with Tranio. While he did bear my countenance in the town; And happily I have arrived at last What Tranio did, myself enforced him to; Unto the wished haven of my bliss:Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake. Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To LUCENTIO.. Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany." | Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery [Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Lvc., and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the

rest:

thee, love, stay.

Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exit.

SCENE II-A Room in Lucentio's House.

A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow; TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree, And time it is, when raging war is done, To smile at 'scapes and perils overblownMy fair Bianca, bid my father welcome, While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; My banquet is to close our stomachs up, After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down, For now we sit to chat as well as eat.

[They sit at table Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio

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 ashamed, 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,-
Contle tompers.

That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's foot
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kirs me, Kate.

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.

Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are to ward.

Lac. But a harsh hearing, when women are fro ward.

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

Ilor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a cursi shrew.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so. [Exeunl Abate your spirita.

SCENE I-Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes'

Palace.

Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.

Arch. If you shaN chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, 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,Cam. '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 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 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?

: Supplied by substitution of embassies.

9 Wide waste of country.

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-A Room of State in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMIL LIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

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

Leon.

Stay your thanks awhile; And pay them when you part. Pol.

Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question'd 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 stay'd To tire your royalty. We are tougher, brother,

Leon.

Than you can put us to't.

Pol.
No longer stay.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol.
Very sooth, to-morr, w.
Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and
in that

I'll no gain-saying.
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 helt my peace. until

You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir,

Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,

Affords a cordial to the state.

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•Nipping.

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 distafls.-

What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or 1 mistake you: 0, 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 crabb'd months had sour'd themselves to deat
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,
Her.
It is Grace, indeed.-
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice
The one forever earned a royal husband;
The other, for some while a friend.

adventure

Leon.

I may not, verily.

You put me off with limber vows: But I,

oaths.

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 thougnt there was no more bei.ind,
But such a day to-morrow as to day,
And to be boy eternal.

Her. 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 changed,
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 reared
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd
heaven

Boldly, Not guilty: the imposition clear'd,
Hereditary ours.

Her.

You have tripp'd since. Pol.

By this we gather,

O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been borne 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.

Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leon.

Is he won yet?

As now they are; and making practis d smiles,
As in a looking-glass;-and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o' the deer; 0, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillus,
Art thou my boy?

Mam. Leon.

Ay, my good lord.

I fecks Why that's my bawcock.' What, hast smutch a thy nose?

They say it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captam.
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the caif,
Are all call'd neat.-Still virginalling

[Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Mum. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have,

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; faise
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 dearest! my collop?-Can thy dam?-may't be?
Allection! 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 co-active 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.