What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my fake.
Vin. I'll fit the villain's nofe, that would have
fent me to the jail.

Bap. But do you hear, fir? Have you married 5 my daughter without asking my good-will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptifta: we will content you,

go to:

But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villainy. [Exit.
Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery. 10
[Exit.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not
frown.
[Exeunt.

Gre. My cake is dough': But I'll in among the
reft;
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Out of hope of all,--but my share of the feaft. [Exit.
[Petruchio, and Katharine, advancing.
Kath. Hufband, let's follow, to fee the end of this
Pet. Firft kifs me Kate, and we will. [ado.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me?
Kath. No, fir; God forbid : but asham'd to kiss.
Pet. Why, then let's home again: Come, firrah,

let's away.

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I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's forrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.

Kath. A very mean meaning.
Wid. Right, I mean you.

Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate!

Her. To her, widow!

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.

Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer :-Ha' to thee, lad.
[Drinks to Hortenfio.
Bap. How likesGremio these quick-witted folks?
Gre. Believe me, fir, they butt together well.
Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body
Would fay, your head and butt were head and horn,
Vin. Ay, miftrefs bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll
fleep again.
[begun,
Pet. Nay, that you shall not; fince you have
Have at you for a better jeft or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,

Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs: now pray 25 And then purfue me as you draw your bow :You are welcome all.

thee, love, stay.

Enter Baptifta, Vincentia, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio,
Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Katharine, Gru-
mio, Hortenfio, and Widaw. The Serving-men with
Tranio bringing in a Banquet.

[Exeunt Bianca, Katharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, fignior Tranio,

30 This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Tra. Oh, fir, Lucentio flipp'd me like his grey. hound,

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Luc. At laft, though long, our jarring notes
And time it is, when raging war is done, [agree
To fmile at 'fcapes and perils over-blown.---
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine: 40
Brother Petruchio,-fifter Katharina,-
And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving widow,-
Feaft with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,

Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift 2 fimile, but something currish.
Tra. 'Tis well, fir, that you hunted for yourself;
'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird 3, good Tranio.
Her. Confels, confefs; hath he not hit you there?
Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confefs;
And, as the jeft did glance away from me,
Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,

After our great good cheer: Pray you, fit down; 45I think thou haft the veriest shrew of all.

For now we fit and chat, as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!

Bap. Padua affords this kindness, fon Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

Pet. Well, I fay-no: and therefore, for assurance, Let's each one fend unto his wife;

And he, whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth fend for her,

Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word so Shall win the wager which we will propose.

were true.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

Her. Content;What's the wager?

Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture fo much on my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match; 'tis done.

And dart not fcornful glances from those eyes,

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife 10 To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :

To come to me forthwith.

Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her!

Nay, then the needs must come.

Hor. I am afraid, fir,

[Exit Biondello.

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Enter Biondello.

Now, where's my wife?

Bion. She fays, you have fome goodly jest in hand;| She will not come; fhe bids you come to her.

Pet. Worfe and worfe; the will not come ! Oh vile, intolerable, not to be endur'd! Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;

Say, I command her come to me.” [Exit Grumio.

.

Hor. I know her answer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Enter Katharine.

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka

tharina !

It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no fenfe is meet or amiable.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
15 Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is fo, none fo dry or thirsty
Will deign to fip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy fovereign; one that cares for thee,
20 And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To painful labour, both by fea and land;
To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold,
While thou ly'ft warm at home, fecure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
25 But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even fuch, a woman oweth to her husband:
And, when fhe's froward, peevish, fullen, four,
30 And not obedient to his honest will,

Kath. What is your will, fir, that you fent for me?
Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio's wife?
Kath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands : 35 Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and fway,
Away, I fay, and bring them hither straight.

What is the but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?-
I am afham'd, that women are fo fimple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;

[Exit Katharine.

Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
Hor. And fo it is; I wonder what it bodes.

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes,and love,and quiet life, 40
And awful rule, and right supremacy;

And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy?
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their loffes twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For fhe is chang'd, as fhe had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more fign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter Katharine, with Bianca and Widow.
See where she comes; and brings your froward wives
As prifoners to her womanly persuasion.——
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[She pulls off her cap, and throws it down.
Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,
'Till I be brought to fuch a filly 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 coft me an hundred crowns fince fupper-time.
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head-

strong women

When they are bound to ferve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies foft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
But that our foft condition, 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:
45 But now,
I fee our lances are but ftraws;
Our ftrength as weak,our weaknefs paft compare,--
That feeming to be most, which we indeed leaft are.
Then vail your stomachs 1, for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's foot :
50 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 kiss
Luc. Well, go thy ways,old lad; for thou shalt ha't.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are
toward.
[froward.

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[me, Kate.

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are Per. 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 2; 60 And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt Petruchio and Katharine. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curft shrew.

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Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be
tam'd fo.
[Exeunt omnes

Meaning, lower your pride. 2 A phrafe borrowed from archery: the mark being commonly

whit :

ALL'S

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 in ward', ever 10 more in fubjection.

Laf. You fhall find of the king a husband, madam;-you, fir, a father: He that fo generally is at all times good, must of neceffity hold his virtue] to you; whofe worthiness would stir it up where 15 it wanted, rather than lack it where there is fuch abundance.

Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?

Laf. How call'd you the man you speak of, madam?

Count. He was famous, fir, in his profeffion, and it was his great right to be fo: 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 liv'd still, if knowledge could have been 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 fole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have thofe hopes of her good, that her education promises: her difpofitions the inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer :

Laf. He hath abandon'd his physicians, madam;|20|for where an unclean mind carries virtuous quaunder whose practices he hath perfecuted time with hope; and finds no other advantage in the process, but only the lofing of hope by time.

Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, (O, that bad! how fad a paffage 2 'tis!) whofe skill 25 was almost as great as his honefty; had it stretch'd fo far, it would have made nature immortal, and death should have play'd for lack of work. 'Would, for the king's fake, he were living! I think, it would be the death of the king's disease.

lities, there commendations go with pity, they are virtues and traitors too 3; in her they are the better for their fimplenefs; the derives her honesty, and atchieves her goodness.

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

Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praife in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her 30lforrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No

The heirs of great fortunes were anciently the king's wards. 2 Paffage means any thing that paffes, and is here applied in the fame fenfe as when we say the passage of a book. 3 Dr. Johnson thus comments upon this passage: "Estimable and useful qualities, joined with an evil difpofition, give that evil difpofition power over others, who, by admiring the virtue, are betrayed to the malevolence." 4 i. e. her excellencies are the better because they are artless and open, without fraud, without design.

Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the 5 dead, exceffive grief the enemy to the living.

Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excefs makes it foon mortal'.

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

Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft
we fee

Cold 4 wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
Par. Save you, fair queen.

Hel. And you, monarch.
Par. No.

Hel. And no.

Par. Are you meditating on virginity?

Hel. Ay. You have fome 5ftain of soldier in [father ic you; let me ask you a question: Man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against him?

Count. Be thou bleft, Bertram! and fucceed thy
In manners, as in shape! Thy blood, and virtue,
Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness
Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to mone: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for filence,
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,
'Tis an unfeafon'd courtier, good my lord,
Advise him,

Laf, He cannot want the best,

That shall attend his love.

Count. Heaven blefs him! Farewell, Bertram.
[Exit Countefs.

Ber. [To Helena.] The best wishes, that can be forg'd in your thoughts, be fervants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.

Par. Keep him out.

Hel. But he affails; and our virginity, though valiant in the defence, yet is weak; unfold to us 15 fome warlike refiftance.

Par. There is none; man, fitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up.

Hel. Blefs our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up!-Is there no military policy, 20 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 lofe your city. It is not politick in the common25 wealth of nature, to preferve virginity. Lofs of virginity is rational increase; and there was never virgin got, till virginity was firft loft. That, you were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once loft, may be ten times found: 30 by being ever kept, is ever loft: 'tis too cold a companion; away with it.

Hel. I will ftand for't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.

Par. There's little can be faid in't; 'tis against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accufe your mothers; which is most infallible difobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin virginity murders itfelf; and fhould be buried in highways, out of all fanctified limit, as 4a defperate offendrefs against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; confumes itfelf to the very paring, and fo dies with feeding its own ftomach. Befides, virginity peevish, proud, idle, made of felf-love, which the most inhi45bited fin in the canon. Keithot; you cannot chufe but lose by't: Out with't: within ten years t will make itself two, which is a goodly increase ; and the principal itself not much the worse. Away with't.

Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the
credit of your father. [Ex. Bertram and Lafeu.
Hel. Oh, were that all!I think not on my
father;
And these great tears2 grace his remembrance more, 35
Than those I fhed for him. What was he like?
I have forgot him: my imagination
Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.
I am undone; there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. It were all one,
That I fhould love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it, he is fo above me:
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Muft I be comforted, not in his sphere.
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind, that would be mated by the lion,
Muft die for love. "Twas pretty, though a plague,
To fee him every hour; to fit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table; heart, too capable
Of every line and 3 trick of his fweet favour,
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Muft fanctify his relicks. Who comes here?

Enter Parolles.

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Hel. How might one do, fir, to lose it to her own liking?

Par. Let me fee: Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lofe the glofs with lying; the longer kept, the lefs worth: off

One that goes with him; I love him for his fake; 55 with't, while 'tis vendible: apfwer the time of re

And yet I know him a notorious liar,

Think him a great way fool, folely a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils fit fo fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones

queft. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly fuited, but unfuitable: just like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which Iwear not now: Your date is better in your pye

That is, “if the living do not indulge grief, grief destroys itself by its own excess.” tears of the king and countess. 2 i. e. the i. e. fome peculiar feature of his face. 4 Cold is here put for naked,

and thus contrafted with fuperfluous or over-cloathed. 5 Meaning, fome colour of foldier. Parolles was in red, as appears from his being afterwards called red-tail'd bumble bee. • i, e. forbidden fin. and

and your porridge, than in your cheek': And your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French wither'd pears: it looks ill, it eats drily ;| marry, 'tis a wither'd pear: it was formerly better; marry, yet, 'tis a wither'd pear: Will you any thing with it?

Hel. Not my virginity yet.

There fhall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,

A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
A guide, a goddess, and a fovereign,
A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
His humble ambition, proud humility,

His jarring concord, and his difcord dulcet,
His faith, his fweet difafter; with a world
Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
That blinking Cupid goffips 2. Now fhall he-
I know not what he fhall :-God fend him well!-
The court's a learning place ;--and he is one-
Par. What one, i'faith?

Hel. That I wish well.'Tis pity-
Par. What's pity?

Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt: that we, the poorer born,
Whose baser stars do fhut us up in wishes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
And fhew what we alone must think; which never
Returns us thanks.

Par. Under Mars, I.

Hel. I especially think, under Mars.

Par. Why under Mars?

Hel. The wars have kept you fo under, that you muft needs be born under Mars.

Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
Par. Why think you fo?

Hel. You go much backward, when you fight.
Par. That's for advantage.

Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the fafety: But the compofition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing 3, and I like the wear well,

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thou dieft in thine unthankfulness, and thine igno-
rance makes thee away; farewel. When thou
haft leifure, fay thy prayers; when thou haft none,
remember thy friends: get thee a good husband,
[Exit.
and ufe him as he ufes thee; fo farewel.

Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we afcribe to heaven: the fated sky
Gives us free fcope; only, doth backward pull
Our flow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
10 What power is it, which mounts my love fo high;
That makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye?
The mightiest fpace in fortune nature brings
To join like likes, and kifs like native things 4.
Impoffible be ftrange attempts, to thofe

15 That weigh their pain in fenfe; and do fuppofe,
What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove
To fhew her merit, that did mifs her love?
The king's difeafe-my project may deceive me,
But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.
[Exit.

20

S CE NE II.

The Court of France.

25 Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France, with Letters, and divers Attendants.

King. The Florentines and Senoys 5 are by the

ears;

Have fought with equal fortune, and continue 30A braving war.

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1 Lord. So 'tis reported, fir.

King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
With caution, that the Florentine will move us
For fpeedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
Prejudicates the business, and would feem
To have us make denial.

I Lord. His love and wisdom,
Approv'd fo to your majesty, may plead
40 For ampleft credence.

King. He hath arm'd our answer,
And Florence is deny'd before he comes:
Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see
The Tuscan fervice, freely have they leave
45 To stand on either part.

Par. I am fo full of bufineffes, I cannot answer 50 thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, fo thou wilt be capable of courtier's counfel, and understand what advice fhall thrust upon thee; elfe]

2 Lord. It may well ferve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
For breathing and exploit.

King. What's he comes here?

Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Paralles.

I Lord. It is the count Roufillon, my good lord, Young Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Frank nature, rather curious than in hafte,

Shakspeare here quibbles on the word date, which means both age, and a kind of candied fruit. 2 Dr. Warburton is of opinion, that the eight lines following friend, is the nonsense of fome foolish conceited player, who finding a thousand loves fpoken of, and only three reckoned up, namely, a mother's, a mistress's, and a friends, would help out the number by the intermediate nonfenfe. The 3 A meaning of Helen, however, in this paffage may be, that the fhall prove every thing to Bertram. 4 Dr. Johnson explains these metaphor taken from falconry; and meaning, a virtue that will fly bigb. lines thus: "Nature brings like qualities and difpofitions to meet through any distance that fortune may have 5. The Senois were fet between them; she joins them, and makes them kifs like things born together."

the people of a small republick, of which the capital was Sienna, and with whom the Florentines were

at conftant variance.

Hath