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How durst you, villains, bring it from the

dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all :

[Throws the meat about the stage. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves ! What, do you grumble ? I'll be with you

straight. KATHARINA. I pray you, husband, be not so

disquiet; The meat was well, if you were so contented. PET. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried

away ; And I expressly am forbid to touch it, For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere that both of us did fast,Since, of ourselves, ourselves are cholerick, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended, And, for this night, we'll fast for company : Come, I will bring thee.to thy bridal chamber. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and

CURTIS. NATHANIEL. Peter, didst ever see the like? PETER. He kills her in her own humour.

Re-enter CURTIS. GRUMIO. Where is he?

CURTIS. In her chamber, Making a sermon of continency to her ; And rails, and swears, and rates ; that she, poor

s soul, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak; And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Away, away! for he is coming hither. [Exeunt.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO. Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully: My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty: And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, For then she never looks upon her lure. Another

way

I have to man my haggard, To make her come, and know her keeper's call, That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites, That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient. She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall

not: As with the meat, some undesery'd fault I'll find about the making of the bed ; And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, This way the coverlet, another way

the sheets:Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend, That all is done in reverend care of her; And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night : And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl, And with the clamour keep her still awake. This is a way to kill a wife with kindness; And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong

humour: He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show.

TAMING OF THE SHREW, A. 4, s. 1.

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CEREMONY.

What a coil's here! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums That are given for 'em, Friendship’s full of

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Methinks, false hearts should never have sound

legs. Thus honestfools layout theirwealth on court’sies.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 2.

CHALLENGE IN THE HEROIC AGE. ÆNEAS.

Trumpet, blow loud, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy

tents;

And

every Greek of mettle, let him know, What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud. We have, Great Agamemnon, here in Troy A prince callid Hector, (Priam is his father,) Who in this dull and long-continued truce Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet, And to this purpose speak :-Kings, princes,

lords! If there be one, among the fair’st of Greece, That holds his honour higher than his ease; That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril; That knows his valour, and knows not his fear; That loves his mistress more than in confession, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,) And dare avow her beauty and her worth, In other arms than hers—to him this challenge. Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, Shall make it good, or do his best to do it, He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer, Than ever Greek did compass in his arms; And will to-morrow with his trumpet call, Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy, To rouse a Grecian that is true in love: If

any come, Hector shall honour him ; If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires,

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The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not

worth The splinter of a lance. Even so much. AGAMEMNON. This shall be told our lovers,

lord Æneas; If none of them have soul in such a kind, We left them all at home: But we are soldiers ; And may

that soldier a mere recreant prove, That means not, hath not, or is not in love! If then one is, or hath, or means to be, That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he.

NESTOR. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a

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When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now;
But, if there be not in our Grecian host
One noble man, that hath one spark of fire
To answer for his love, Tell him from me,
I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver,
And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn;
And meeting him, will tell him, that my lady
Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste
As may be in the world ; his youth in flood,
I'll prove this truth with my three drops of

blood. Æne. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of

youth! ULYSSES. Amen. AGAM. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your

hand; To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. Achilles shall have word of this intent; So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: Yourself shall feast with us before you go, And find the welcome of a noble foe.

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 1, s. 3.

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CHAOTIC EFFECTS OF JEALOUSY.
THESE are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our

sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,
Have every pelting river made so proud,
That they have overborne their continents :
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard :
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd

up

with mud;
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable;
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the

moon, the
governess

of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatick diseases do abound:
And through this distemperature, we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
And on old Hyems thin and icy crown,
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world,

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