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How like a sheep-biting rogue taken i'th' manner, I'll put you to your best.
And ready for the halter, dost thou look now? Marg. Secure yourself, sir; give me the candle,
Thou hast a hanging look, thou scurvy thing ; Pass away in silence. (Exeunt Leon and ALTEA.
hast ne'er a knife,

(She knocks.
Nor ever a string to lead thee to Elysium? Duke. Who's there? Oh, oh.
Be there no pitiful 'pothecaries in this town, Marg. My lord.
That have compassion upon wretched women, Duke. (Within) Have ye brought me comfort
And dare administer a dram of rats-bane,

Marg. I have, my lord. But thou must fall to me?

Come forth, 'tis 1; come gently out, I'll help ye. Estif. I know you have mercy. Per. If I had tons of mercy thou deserv'st none.

Enter Duke, in a Gown. What new trick is now a-foot, and what new Come softly too; how do you? houses

Duke. Are there none here? Have you i'th' air, what orchards in apparition? Let me look round; we cannot be too wary. What canst thou say for thy life?

(Noise below. Estif. Little or nothing.

Oh, let me bless this hour! are you alone, sweet I know you'll kill me, and I know 'tis useless

friend? To beg for mercy; pray let me draw my book out, Marg. Alone to comfort you. And pray a little.

(Caca. makes a noise below. Per. Do, a very little,

Duke. What's that you tumble? For I have farther business than thy killing. I have heard a noise this half hour under me, I have money yet to borrow; speak when you A fearful noise. are ready

Marg. The fat thing's mad i'th' cellar, Estif. Now, now sir, now (Shews a pistol. And stumbles from one hogshead to another ; Come on! do you start off from me?

Two cups more, and he ne'er shall find the way Do you swear, great captain, have you seen a

out. spirit?

What do you fear? comę, sit down by me chearPer. Do you wear guns?

fully; Estif. I am a soldier's wife, sir,

My husband's safe; how do your wounds ? And by that privilege I may be arm’d.

Duke. I have none, lady ; Now what's the news, and let's discourse more My wounds I counterfeited cunningly, friendly,

(Noise below. and talk of our affairs in peace.

And feigned the quarrel too, to enjoy you, sweet; Per. Let me see,

Let's lose no time. Hark, the same noise again. Prithee let me see thy gun, 'tis a very pretty one. Marg. What noise ? why look ye pale ? I hear Estif. No, no, sir, you shall feel.

no stirring. Per. Hold ye, villain! what, thine own husband? This goblin in the vault will be so tippled ! Estif. Let mine own husband then

You are not well, I know by your flying fancy; Be in's own wits: there, there's a thousand ducats. Your body's ill at ease; your woundsWho must provide for you? and yet you'll kill me! Duke. I have none; I am as lusty and as full Per. I will not hurt thee for ten thousand mil

of health, lions.

High in my blood !-Estif. When will you redeem your jewels ? I Marg. Weak in your blood, you would say ; have pawn'd 'em

How wretched is my case, willing to please ye, You see for what; we must keep touch. And find you so disabled ! Per. I'll kiss thee,

Duke. Believe me, lady. And get as many more ; I'll make thee famous.

Marg. I know

will venture all you

have Had we the house now!

to satisfy me; Estif. Come along with me;

Your life, I know; but is it fit I spoil ye?
If that be vanished, there be more to hire, sir. Is it my love, do you think?
Per. I see I am an ass when thou art near me. Cac. (Below.] Here's to the duke.

[Exeunt. Duke. It nained me, certainly;

I heard it plainly sound,
Eater LEON, MARGARITA, and ALTEA, with a

Marg. You are hurt mortally,

And fitter for your prayers, sir, than pleasure. Leon. Is the fool come?

What starts you make! I would not kiss you Alt. Yes, and i'thcellar fast,

wantonly And there he stays his good hour till I call him; For the world's wealth: havel secured my husband, He will make dainty music among the sack-butts. And put all doubts aside, to be deluded ? I have put him just, sir, under the duke's chamber. Cac. [Below.) I come, I come. Leon. It is the better.

Duke, Heaven bless me! Alt. Has given me royally,

Marg. And bless us both, for sure this is the And to my lady a whole load of portigues.

devil; Leon. Better and better still. Go, Margarita, I plainly heard it now; he will come to fetch ye; Now play your prize; you say you dare be honest, | A very spirit, for he spoke under ground, VOL. III.



be so.

And spoke to you just as you would have snatcht | And leave your youth, your honour, and your me:

state, You are a wicked man, and sure this haunts ye; And all those dear delights you worshipped herc. Would you were out o'th' house!

(Noise belou. Duke. I would I were,

Duke. The noise again! O' that condition I had leapt a window.

Cac. [Below.] Some small beer, if you love Marg. And that's the least leap, if you mean to 'scape, sir.

Marg. The devil haunts you sure, your sins Why what a frantic man were you to come here,

are mighty ; What a weak man to counterfeit deep wounds, A drunken devil

too, to plague your villany. To wound another deeper?

Duke. Preserve me but this once.
Duke. Are

honest then?

Marg. There's a deep well Murg. Yes, then, and now, and ever, and ex In the next yard, if you dare venture drowning; cellent honest,

It is but death. And exercise this pastime but to shew ye,

Duke. I would not die so wretchedly. Great men are fools sometimes as well as Marg. Out of a garret window I'll let you wretches.

down then.
Would you were well hurt, with any hope of life, But say the rope be rotten? 'tis huge high too.
Cut to the brains, or run clean through the body, Duke. Have you no mercy ?
To get out quietly as you got in, sir.

Marg. Now

you are frighted thoroughly, I wish it like a friend that loves you dearly; And find what 'tis to play the fool in folly, For if my husband take ye, and take ye thus a And see with clear eyes your detested foly, counterfeit,

I'll be your guard.
One that would clip his credit out of his honour, Duke. And I'll be your true servant,
He must kill ye presently;

Ever from this hour virtuously to love ye,
There is no mercy, nor an hour of pity; Chastely and modestly to look upon ye,
And for me to entreat in such an agony,

And here I seal it.
Would shew me little better than one guilty : Marg. I may kiss a stranger, for you must now
Have you any mind to a lady now?

Duke. Would I were off fair !
If ever lady caught me in a trap more-

Murg. If you be well and lusty; fie, fie, shake Leon. How do you, my lord ?


you look but poorly on this matter. You say you love me; come, come, bravely now, Has my wife wounded ye? ye were well before. Despise all danger, I am ready for ye.

Pray, sir, be comforted, I have forgot all, Duke. She mocks my misery; thou cruel lady! Truly forgiven too. Wife, you are a right one, Marg. Thou cruel Jord! wouldst thou betray And now with unknown nations I dare trust ye. my honesty?

Juan. No more feigned fights, my lord ; they Betray it in mine own house, wrong my husband,

never prosper: Like a night-thief, thou dar'st not name by day Leon. Who's this? the devil in the vault ? light ?

Alt. 'Tis he, sir, and as lovingly drunk as Duke. I am most miserable.

though he had studied it. Mary. You are indeed,

Cac. Give me a cup of sack, and kiss me, lady; And, like a foolish thing, you have made your- Kiss my sweet face, and make thy husband cuck

old; Could not your own discretion tell ye, sir, An ocean of sweet sack; shall we speak treason? When I was married I was none of yours?

Leon. He is devilish drunk.
Your eyes were then commanded to look off me, Duke. I had thought he had been a devil,
And I now stand in a circle, and secure,

He made as many noises, and as horrible.
Your spells nor power can never reach my body; Leon. Oh, a true lover, sir, will lament loudly.
Mark me but this, and then, sir, be most miser- | Which of the butts is your mistress ?
able ;

Cuc. Butt in thy belly: 'Tis sacrilege to violate a wedlock;

Leon. There's two in thine, I'm sure, 'tis grown You rob two temples, make yourself twice guilty, You ruin hers, and spot her noble husband's. Caca, Butt in thy face. Duke. Let me begone; I'll never more at Leon. Go carry him to sleep; tempt ye.

A fool's love should be drunk; he has paid well Marg. You cannot go,'tis not in me to save ye;

for't too. Dare

ye do ill, and poorly then shrink under it? When he is sober, let him out to rail, Were I the duke Medina, I would fight now, Or hang himself; there will be no loss of him. For you must fight, and bravely, it concerns you.

(Exeunt Cac. und Servant. You do me double wrong if you sneak off, sir, And all the world would say I loved a coward;

Enter PEREZ and ESTIFANIA. And you must die too, for you will be killed, Leon. Who's this ? my mahound cousin ?

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self so ;

so monstrous.

Per. Good sir, 'tis very good; would I had a Now you are a captain.
house too,

Leon. You are a noble prince, sir,
For there is no talking in the open air ;

And now a soldier; gentlemen, we all rejoice in't. My termagant coz, I would be bold to tell ye, Juan. Sir, I shall wait upon you through all I durst be merry too: I tell you plainly,

fortunes. You have a pretty seat, you have the luck on't, Alon. And I. A pretty lady too ; I have missed both,

Alt. And I must needs attend my mistress.
My carpenter built in a mist, I thank him; Leon. Will you go, sister ?
Do me the courtesy to let me see it,

Alt. Yes indeed, good brother ;
See it but once more. But I shall cry for anger. I have two ties, mine own blood
I'll hire a chandler's shop close under ye, And my mistress.
And for my foolery, sell soap and whip-cord; Marg. Is she your sister ?
Nay if you do not laugh now, and laugh heartily, Leon. Yes indeed, good wife,
You are a fool, coz.

And my best sister;
Leon. I must laugh a little ;

For she proved so, wench, And now I have done, coz, thou shalt live with When she deceived you with a loving husband, me,

Alt. I would not deal so, truly, for a stranger. My merry coz, the world shall not divorce us; Marg. Well I could chide ye, Thou art a valiant man, and thou shalt never But it must be lovingly, and like a sister ; want;

I'll bring ye on your way, and feast ye nobly, Will this content thee?

For now i have an honest heart to love ye, Per. I'll cry, and then I'll be thankful, And then deliver you to the blue Neptune. Indeed I will, and I'll be honest to ye.

Juan. Your colours you must wear, and wear I would live a swallow here, I must confess.

'em proudly; Wife, I forgive thee all, if thou be honest; Wear 'em before the bullet, and in blood too; At thy peril, I believe thee excellent.

And all the world shall know
Estif. If í prove otherwise, let me beg first. We are Virtue's servants.
Hold, this is yours, some recompence for service; Duke. And all the world shall know, a noble
Use it to nobler ends than he that gave it.

Duke. And this is yours, your true commis- Makes women beautiful, and envy blind.
sion, sir ;



Good night, our worthy friends, and may you | And give a blessing to our labouring ends, part

As we hope many, to such fortune sends Each with as merry and as free a heart

Their own desires, wives fair as light, as chaste; As you came hither : to those noble eyes, To those that live by spite, wives made in haste. That deign to smile on our poor faculties,

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Pet. Shew your uses, Anthony.

Ant. To be employ'd in any thing.

Pet. No, Anthony, Enter PETER and ANTHONY, two serving Men.

Not any thing, I take it, nor that thing Pet. WOULD we were remov'd from this town, We travel to discover, like new islands ; Anthony,

A salt itch serve such uses ! in things of moment, That we might taste some quiet; for mine own Concerning things I grant ye, not things errant, part,

Sweet ladies' things, and things to thank the surI'm almost melted with continual trotting

geon: After enquiries, dreams, and revelations, In no such things, sweet Anthony. Put case Of who knows whom or where. Serve wenching Ant. Come, come, all will be mended : this insoldiers !

visible woman, I'll serve a priest in Lent first, and eat bell-ropes. Of infinite shape and beauty, Ant. Thou art the forwardest fool

That bred all this trouble to no purpose, Pet. Why, good tame Anthony,

They are determin’d now no more to think on. Tell me but this; to what end came we hither? Pet. Were there ever Ant. To wait upon our masters.

Men known to run mad with report before ? Pet. But how, Anthony?

Or wander after what they know not where Answer me that; resolve me there, good Anthony. To find; or, if found, how to enjoy ? Are men Ant. To serve their uses.


Made now-a-days with malt, that their affections i Gent. Too open, indiscreet.
Are never sober ; but, like drunken people, Petr. Am I not ruin'd?
Founder at every new fame? I do believe The honour of my house crack'd ? my blood
That men in love are ever drunk, as drunken men

poison'd? Are ever loving.

My credit and my name? Ant. Pr'ythee, be thou sober,

2 Gent. Be sure it be so, And know that they are none of those, not guilty Before you use this violence. Let not doubt Of the least vanity of love: only a doubt And a suspecting anger so much sway you ; Fame might too far report, or rather flatter Your wisdom may be question’d. The graces of this woman, made them curious Ant. I say, kill him, To find the truth; which, since they find so, And then dispute the cause ; cut off what may Lock'd up from their searches; they are now re

be, solv'd

And what is shall be safe. To give the wonder over.

2 Gent. Hang up a true man, Pet. Would they were resolv'd

Because 'tis possible he may be thievish: To give me some new shoes too; for I'll be sworn Alas ! is this good justice? These are e'en worn out to the reasonable soles Petr. I know as certain In their good worships' business : and some sleep As day must come again, as clear as truth, Would not do much amiss, unless they mean And open as belief can lay it to me, To make a bellman of me. Here they come. That I am basely wrong'd, wrong'd above re



Maliciously abus'd, blasted for ever Enter Don John and Don FREDERICK.

In name and honour, lost to all remembrance, John. I would we could have seen her though; But what is smear'd and shameful : I must kill for sure

him, She must be some rare creature, or report lies : Necessity compels me. All men's reports too.

2 Gent. But think better. Fred. I could well wish I had seen Constantia: Petr. There's no other cure left; yet witness But, since she is so conceal’d, plac'd where

with me
No knowledge can come near her, so guarded All that is fair in man, all that is noble:
As 'twere impossible, though known, to reach her, I am not greedy for this life I seek for,
I have made up my belief.

Nor thirst, to shed man's blood; and would John. Hang me, from this hour,

'twere possible, If I more think upon her;

I wish it with my soul, so much I tremble But, as she came a strange report unto me,

T'offend the sacred image of my Maker, So the next fame shall lose her.

My sword should only kill his crimes : no, 'tis Pred. 'Tis the next way

Honour, honour, my noble friends, that idol hoBut whither are you walking?

nour, John. My old round,

That all the world now worships, not Petruchio, After my meat, and then to bed.

Must do this justice. Fred. 'Tis healthful.

Ant. Let it once be done, John. Will you not stir?

And 'tis no matter whether you or honour, Fred. I have a little business.

Or both, be accessary. John. I'd lay my life, this lady still

2 Gent. Do you weigh, Petruchio, Fred. Then you would lose it.

The value of the person, power, and greatness, John. Pray, let's walk together.

And what this spark may kindle? Fred. Now I cannot.

Petr. To perform it, John. I have something to impart.

So much I am tied to reputation, Fred. An hour hence

And credit of my house, let it raise wild-fires, I will not miss to meet ye.

And storms that toss me into everlasting ruin, John. Where?

Yet I must through; if ye dare side me. Fred. l'th' high street;

Ant. Dare ! For, not to lie, I have a few devotions

Petr. Y are friends indeed: if not ! To first, then I'm yours.

2 Gent. Here's none flies from you; John. Remember.

[Exeunt. Do it in what design you please, we'll back ye.

i Gent. Is the cause so mortal? nothing but Enter PETRUCHIO, Antonio, and two Gen

his life? tlemen.

Petr. Believe me, Ant. Cut his wind-pipe, I say.

A less offence has been the desolation i Gent. Fie, Antonio.

Of a whole name. Ant. Or knock his brains out first, and then i Gent. No other way to purge it? forgive him.

Petr. There is, but never to be hop'd for. If you do thrust, be sure it be to th’ hilts,

2 Gent. Think an hour more, A surgeon may see through him.

And if then you find no safer road to guide ye, 2 Gent. You are too violent.

We'll set our rests too.

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