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'T was 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 tam'd a curst shrew. Luc. 'T is a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so.


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King of France.

Clown, in her household.
Duke of Florence.
BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon.
LAFEU, an old Lord.

Countess of Rousillon, Mother to
PAROLLES, a Follower of Bertram. Bertram.
French Envoy, serving with Ber- HELENA, a Gentlewoman pro-

tected by the Countess. French_Gentleman, also serving A Widow of Florence. with Bertram.

DIANA, Daughter to the Widow. RINALDO, Sleward to the Countess VIOLENTA, 1 Neighbours and of Rousillon.

MARIANA, Friends to the Widow. Lords, attending on the King: Officers, Soldiers, &c. French and

SCENE, partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.

Rousillon. A Room in the COUNTESS s Palace.

Enter BERTRAM, the Countess of Rousillon, HELENA, and

LAFEU, all in black. Count. In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.

Ber. And I, in going, Madam, weep o'er my father's death anew; but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now so ward, evermore in subjection.

Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, Madam; - you, Sir, a father. He that so generally is at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue to you, whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such abundance. Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?

Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, Madam; under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time.

Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, - 0, that had! how sad a passage 't is! — whose skill was alıost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immorlal, and death should have play for lack of work. Would, for the king's sake, he were living! I think it would be the death of the king's disease.

Laf. How called you the man you speak of, Madam?

Count. He was famous, Sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be so Gerard de Narbon.

Laf. He was excellent, indeed, Madam: the king very lately spoke of him, admiringly and mourningly. He was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality.

Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of ?
Laf. A fistula , my lord.
Ber. I heard not of it before.

Laf. I would it were not notorious. - Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?

Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education promises : her dispositions she inherits, which make fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity; they are virtues and traitors too: in her they are the better for their simpleness; she derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness.

Laf. Your commendations, Madam, get from her tears.

Count. 'T is the best brine a maiden can season her praise io. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena : go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to have.

Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed; but I have it too.

Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

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Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.

Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
Laf. How understand we that?

Count. Be thou blest, Bertram; and succeed thy father
In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue,
Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodoess
Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,
That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,
Fall on thy head! – Farewell, my lord :
'T is an unseason'd courtier: good my lord
Advise him.

Laf. He cannot want the best
That shall attend bis love.

Count. Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram.

[Exit COUNTESS. Ber. [To HELENA.] The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.

Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of your father.

[Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU. Hel. 0, were that all! – I think not on my father; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him. What was he like? I have forgot him: my imagination Carries no favour in 't but Bertram's. I am undone: there is no living, none, If Bertram be away. It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. Th'ambition in my love thus plagues itself:

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The hiod that would be mated by the lion
Must die for love. 'T was pretty, though a plague,
To see him every hour; to sit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table; heart, too capable
Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:
But now be 's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here?

One that goes with him: I love him for his sake,
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

Par. Save you, fair queen.
Hel. And you,

Par. No.
Hel. And no.
Par. Are you meditating on virginity?

. Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you, let me ask you a question: man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against him?

Par. Keep him ont.

Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant in the defence, yet is weak. Unfold to us some warlike resistance.

Par. There is none: man, sitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers

Is there no military policy, how virgins might blow up men ?

Par. Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves made you lose your city. It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is


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