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Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter, My suit, as I do understand, you know, That will speak any thing? And therefore know how far I may be pitied. King.
She hath that ring of yours. Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I liked bonour,
her, Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And boarded her i'the wanton way of yonth : And both shall cease, without your remedy. She knew her distance, and did angle for me, King. Come hither, count; Do you know Madding my eagerness with her restraint, these women?
As all impediments in fancy's | course Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, But that I know them : Do they charge me Her insuit coming with her modern grace**, further?
(wife? Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring : Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your And I had that, which any inferior might Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.
Át narket-price have bought.
I must be patient; You give away this hand, and that is mine ; You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife, You give away heaven's vows, and those are May justly diet mett. I pray you yet,
(Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,) You give away myself, which is known mive; Send for your ring, I will return it bome, For I by vow am so embodied your, And give me mine again. That she, which marries you, must marry me,
I have it not, Either both, or none.
King. What ring was yours, I pray you? Laf. Your reputation (To Bertram.) comes Dia.
Sir, much like too short for my daughter, you are no husband The same upon your finger. for her.
King. Know you this ring? this ring was Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate his of late.
Dia. And this was it I gave him, being Whom sometime I have laugh'd with : let King. The story then goes false, you threw Lay a more noble thought upon inine honour, Out of a casement.
[it him Than for to think that I would sink it here. Dia. I have spoke the truth. King, Sir, for my thoughts, you have them
Enter PAROLLES. ill to friend,
Ber. My lord, I do confess, the ring was hers. Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather Than in my thought it lies ! [honour, Is this the inan you speak of? [starts you.“ Dia. Good my lord,
Ay, my lord. Ask him upon his oath, if he does think King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me truc, I He had not my virginity.
charge you, King. What say'st thou to her ?
Not fearing the displeasure of your master, Ber.
She's impudent, my lord; (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keer, And was a common gamester to the camp t.
off,) Dia. He does me wrong, ny lord ; if I By him, and by this woman here, what know were so,
Par. So please your majesty, my master He might have bought me at a common price: hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks Do not believe him : 0, behold this ring, he hath had in him, which gentlemen have. Whose high respect, and rich validity i, King, Come, come, to the purpose : Did Did lack a parallel ; yet, for all that,
he love this woman? He gave it to a commoner o' the camp, Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her: But how? If I be one.
King. How, I pray you? Count. He blushes, and 'tis it :
Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman Or six preceding ancestors, that gem
loves a woman. Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, King. How is that? Hath it been owed and worn. This is his Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. That ring's a thousand proofs. (wite; King. As thou art a knave, and no knave: King.
Methougbt, you said, -What an equivocal companion It is this? You saw one here in court could witness it. Par, I am a poor man, and at your majes
Dia. I did, my lord, but loth am to produce ty's command.
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be. naughty orator.
Do you know,he promised me marriage? Ber.
What of him? Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak. He's quoted § for a most perfidions slave, King. But wilt thou not speak all thou With all the spots o'the world tax'd and de know'st ? bosh'all;
Par. Yes, so please your majesty ; I did Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth: go between them, as I said ; but more than
• Decease, die. + Gamester when applied to a female, then meant a common woman. Value.
Ø Noted. || Debauched. Love. ** Her solicitation concurring with her appearance of being coinmon. 1+ May justly make me fast. TI Fellow.
that, he loved her,-for, indeed, he was mad He knows himself, my bed he hath defiled for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, And at that time he got his wife with child: and of furies, and I know not what : yet I Dead, though she be, she feels her young one was in that credit with them at that time, that
kick; I knew of their going to bed; and of other So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: motions, as promising her marriage, and things And now behold the meaning. that would derive me ill will to speak of, there- Re-enter Widow, with HELENA. fore I will not speak what I know.
Is there no exorcist z King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes ? thou canst say they are married : But thou Is't real, that I see? art too fine * in thy evidence: therefore stand Hel.
No, my good lord; aside.
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, This ring, you say, was yours?
The name, and not the thing.
Both, both ; 0, pardon ! King. Where did you buy it? or who gave Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like it you?
this maid, Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not I found you wondrons kind. There is your ring, buy it.
And, look you, here's your letter ; This it says, King. Who lent it you?
When from my finger you can get this ring, Dia.
It was not lent me neither. And are by me with child, &c. This is done: King. Where did you find it then? Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? Dia.
I found it not. Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know King. If it were yours by none of all these this clearly, How could you give it him? (ways, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly, Dia.
I never gave it him. Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my Deadly divorce step between me and you! lord, she goes off and on at pleasure. 0, my dear mother, do I
living? King. This ring was mine, I gave it his Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep first wife.
(I know. anon:-Good Tom Drum, (T. PAROLLES.] Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught lend me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee;
King. Take her away, I do not like her now; wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee : To prison with her : and away with him.- Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this King. Let us-from point to point this story Thou diest within this hour.
(ring, know, Dia.
I'll never tell you. To make the even truth in pleasure flow:King. Take her away.
If thon be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower. Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege.
TO DIANA. King. I think thee now some commion cus- Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy omert.
dower ; Dia. By Jove, ifever I knew man,'twas you. For I can guess, that, by the honest aid, King. Wherefore hast thou accused him all Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.this while
Of that, and all the progress, laore and less, Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty; Resolvedly more leisure shall express : He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't: All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet, I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not. The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life;
[Flourish. I am either maid, or else this old man's wife.
Advancing. [Pointing to Lareu. The king's a beggar, now the play is done : King. She does abuse onr ears; to prison All is well ended, if this suit be won, with her.
(royal sir ; That you express content; which we will pay, Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, With strifeto please you, day exceeding day :
(Exit Widow. Ours be your patience then, and yours our The jeweller, that owes f the ring, is sent for, parts); And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Your gentle hands lend us, and take our Who hath abused me, as he knows himself,
hearts. Though yet he never harm’d me,here I quit him:
(Exenn: # Too artful. 1 Common woman. * Owns. Ś Enchanter.
Hear us without interruption, and take our parts, support and defend us. This play has many delightful scenes, though not sufficiently probable, and some happ characters, though not new, nor produced by any deep knowledge of human nature. Paroli: is a boaster and a coward, such as has always been the sport of the stage, but perhaps never raised more laughter or contempt than in the hands of Shakspeare.
I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram; a man noble without generosity, and young without truth ; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate : when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
The story of Bertram and Diana had been told before of Mariana and Angelo, and, to con fess the truth, scarcely merited to be heard a second time.-JOHNSON,
TAMING OF THE SHREW
Persons represented. A Lord.
Persons CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken tinker.
in the Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants attending on the Lord. s Induction. BAPTISTA, Q. rich gentleman of Padua, GRUMIO, VINCENTIO, an old gentleman of Pisa. Curtis,
} servants to Petruchio. LUCENTIO, son to Vincentio, in love with Pedant, an olå fellow set up to personate Bianca.
10, a gentieman of Verona, a sui. tor to Katharina. Gremio,
KATHARINA, the Shrew, 2 daughters to Hortensio, }suitors to Bianca.
BIANCA, her sister,
Widow. BIONDELLO, }servants to Lucentio.
Tuilor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio. Scene,-sometimes in Pudua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.
INDUCTION SCENE I. Before an Alehouse on a And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Heath.
I take him for the better dog.
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as Enter Hostess and SLY.
fleet, Sly. I'll pheese * you, in faith.
I would esteem bim worth a dozen such. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue! But sup them well, and look into them all;
Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Šlies are no To-morrow I intend to hunt again. rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in I Hun. I will, my lord. with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? pallabrist ; let the world slide: Sessat!
See, doth he breathe? Host. You will not pay for the glasses you 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord : Were he have burst ģ?
not warmed with ale, Sly. No, not a denier : Go by, says Jero- This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. vimy ;-Go to thy cold bed, and warm theel. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch swine he lies!
[thine image! the thirdborough T.
(Exit. Grim death, how foul and loathsome is Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, What think yon, if he were conveyed to bed, boy; let him come, and kindly.
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his (Lie's down on the ground, and
falls asleep. fingers, Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, A most delicious banquet by his bed, with Huntsmen and Servants.
And brave attendants near him when he Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well wakes, my hounds:
[bossd tt. Would not the beggar then forget himself? Brach ** Merriman,--the poor cur is em. 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he can. And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd not choose.
(when he waked. brach.
(good 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or wörthAt the hedge corner, in the colder: fault?
less fancy. I wonld not lose the dog for twenty pound. Then take him up, and manage well the jest: 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
And hang it round with all my wanton picHe cried upon it at the merest loss,
tures: • Beat or knock. + Few words.
İ Be quiet.
♡ Broke. | This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish Tragedy. [ An officer whose authority equals a constable.
• Bitch. 11 Strained.
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, And so vffend him; for I tell you, sirs, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging If you should smile, he grows impatient. sweet :
i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can conProcure me music ready when he wakes,
tain ourselves, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; Were he the veriest antic in the world. And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And, with a low submissive reverence, And give them friendly welcome every one: Say,-What is it your honour will cominand? Let them want nothing that my house affords. Let one attend him with a silver bason, [ers;
[Exeunt Servant and Players. Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flow- Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, Another bear the ewer*, the third a diapert,
(To a Servant. And say,-Will't please your lordship cool And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: your hands?
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's Some one be ready with a costly suit,
chamber, And ask him what apparel he will wear ; And call him-madam, do him obeisance, Another tell him of his hounds and horse, Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) And that his lady mourns at his disease : He bear himself with honourable action, Persuade him, that he hath been lunatic; Such as he hath observed in noble ladies And, when he says he is—, say, that he Unto their Lords, by them accomplished: dreams,
Such duty to the drunkard let him do, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy; This do, and do it kindly t, gentle sirs; And say,-What is't your honour will comIt will be pastime passing excellent,
mand, If it be husbanded with modesty 5.
Whereiu your lady, and your humble wise, 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play May show her duty, and make known ber our part,
[ing kisses, As he shall think, by our true diligence,
And then-with kind embracements, temptHe is no less than what we say he is.
And with declining head into his bosom,Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd him;
To see her noble lord restored to health, And each one to his office, when he wakes.-- Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed [Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds. bim Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :- No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
[Erit Servant. And if the boy have not a woman's gift, Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, To rain a shower of commanded tears, Travelling some journey, to repose him here. An onion will do well for such a shift; Re-enter a Servant.
Which in a napkin being close convey'd, How now? who is it?
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. Serv.
An it please your honour, See this despatch'd with all the haste thou Players that offer service to your lordship.
canst; Lord. Bid them come near:
Anon I'll give thee more instructions.-
[Exit Servant. Now, fellows, you are welcome. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, 1 Play. We thank your honour.
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to. I long to hear bim call the drunkard, husband; night?
And how my men will stay themselves from 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept laughter, our duty.
When they do homage to this simple peasant Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I I'll in to counsel them : hapłyll, my presence remember,
May well abate the over-merry spleen, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;
-Which otherwise would grow into extreraes. 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so
(Exeunt. well : I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord's
House. Was aptly fitted, and naturally performed. 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soio that your ho- SlY is discovered in a rich night gown,
with Attendants; some with apparel, Lord. 'Tis very true ;-thou didst it excel
others with buson, ewer, and other ap Well, you are come to me in happy time; purtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like The rather for I have some sport in hand,
a Servant. Wherein your cunning can assist me much. Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. There is a lord will hear you play to-night: 1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink But I am doubtful of your modesties;
a cup of sack? Lest, over-eying of his odd bebaviour,
2 Serv. Will’t please your honour taste of (For yet his honour never heard a play.)
(wear to-day! You break into some merry passion,
3 Serv. What raiment will your honour Pitcher. + Napkin. Naturally. Moderation. Perhaps.
Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. honour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a my life; and if you give me any conserves, Thou hast a lady far more beautiful (lord : give me conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me Than any woman in this waning age. what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more 1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath doublets than backs, no more stocking, than
shed for thee, legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, some
Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, times, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as She was the fairest creature in the world ; my toes look through the over-leather. And yet she is inferior to none. Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? your honour !
Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now? 0, that a mighty man, of such descent, I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak; Of such possessions, and so high esteem, I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things : Should be infused with so foul a spirit! Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed;
Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am And not a tinker, nor Christophero Slynot I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Bar. Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; ton-heath ; by birth a pedlar, by education a And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to now by present profession a tinker? Ask Ma- wash your hands? rian Hacket, the fat ale wife of Wincot, if she (Servants present an ewer, bason,&napkin. know me not: if she say I am not fourteen 0, how we joy to see your wit restored ! (are! pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up O, that once more you knew but what you for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What, These fifteen years you have been in a dream; I am not bestraught : Here's
Or, when you waked, so waked as if you slept. 1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady Sly. These fifteen years! by my fayt, a mourn.
(droop. goodly nap. 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants But did I never speak of all that time? Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle shun your house,
(ber, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy, For though you lay here in this goodly chamO, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; (ment, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banish. And rail upon the hostess of the house; And banish hence these abject lowly dreams: And say, you would present her at the leet, Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd Each in his office ready at thy beck.
[Hacket. Wilt thou have music i bark i Apollo plays, Sometiines you would call out for Cicely
(Music. Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. And twenty caged nightingales do sing: - 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no bouse, nor Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, no such maid; Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up, On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell; ground:
And twenty more such names and men as these, Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Which never were, nor no man ever saw. Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Sly. Now, Lord be thanked, for my good Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks Ail. Amen.
[amends! will soar
Sly. I thank thee; thou shall not lose by it. Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt? Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants. Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, Page. How fares my noble lord? And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy grey. Where is my wife?
(enough. hounds are as swift
Page. Here, noble lord; What is thy will As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
with her ?
[me--husband 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call fetch thee straight
My men should call me-lord; I am your Adonis, painted by a running brook :
[and husband; And Cytherea all in sedges hid; (breath, Page. My husband and my lord, my lord Which seem to move and wanton with her I am your wife in all obedience. Even as the waving sedges play with wind. Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her?
Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid; Lord. Madam. And how she was beguiled and surprised, Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? As lively painted as the deed was done. Lord. Madarn, and nothing else ; so lords 3 Serv. OrDaphne, roaming through a thorny call ladies.
[dream'd, and slept wood;
[bleeds : Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have Scratching her legs that one shall swear she Above some fifteen year and more. [me; And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty uuto • Distracted. Faith, Court-leet.