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Wid. Come, come, your mocking: we will haue no telling.

Pet. Come on I say, and first begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.
Pet. I say the thall, and first begin with her.

Kate. Fie, fie, vnknit that thretaning vnkinde brow,
And dart not scornefull glances from those eies,
To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Gouernour.
It blots thy beautie, as frosts doe bite the Meads,
Confounds thy fame, as whirlewinds shake faire budds,
And in no fence is meete or amiable .
A woman mou’d, is like a fountaine troubled,
Muddie, ill seeming, thicke, bereft of beautie,
And while it is so, none so dry or thirstie
Will daigne to fip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy Lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy soueraigne : One that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance. Commits his body
To painfull labour, both by sea and land:
To watch the night in stormes, the day in cold,
Whil'ft thou ly'ft warme at home, secure and safe,
And craues no other tribute at thy hands,
But loue, faire lookes, and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such dutie as the subiect owes the Prince,
Euen such a woman oweth to her husband :
And when she is froward, peeuilh, fullen, fowre,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is the but a foule contending Rebell,
And gracelesse Traitor to her louing Lord ?
I am alham'd that women are so simple,

To offer warre, where they should kneele for peace :
Or seeke for rule, supremacie, and sway,
When they are bound to serue, loue, and obay.
Why are our bodies soft, and weake, and smooth,
Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions, and our harts,
Should well agree with our externall parts ?
Come, come, you froward and vnable wormes,
My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haplie more,
To bandie word for word, and frowne for frowne ;
But now I see our Launces are but strawes :
Our strength as weake, our weakeneffe past compare,
That seeming to be most, which we indeed least are.
Then vale your stomackes, for it is no boote,
And place your hands below your husbands foote :
In token of which dutie, if he please,
My hand is readie, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why there's a wench : Come on, and kisse mee Kate.

Luc. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou shalt ha't.
Vin. Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.
Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward,

Pet. Come Kate, weee'le to bed,
We three are married, but you two are sped.
'Twas I wonne the wager, though you hit the white,
And being a winner, God giue you good night.

Exit Petruchio Horten. Now goe thy wayes, thou haft tam’d a curst Shrow.

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Lafew. Your commendations Madam get from her

Mo.'Tis the best brine a Maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father neuer approches her heart, but the tirrany of her sorrowes takes all livelihood from her cheeke. No more of this Helena, go too, no more least it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, then

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Mother. N deliuering my sonne from me, I burie a second husband.

Ros. And I in going Madam, weep ore my

fathers death anew;but I must attend his maiefties command, to whom I am now in Ward, euermore in subiection.

Laf. You shall find of the King a husband Madame, you sir a father. He that fo generally is at all times good, must of necessitie hold his vertue to you, whose worthinesse would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack it where there is such abundance.

Mo.What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment?

Laf. He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam, vnder whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other aduantage in the processe, but onely the loosing of hope by time.

Mo. This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that had, how sad a passage tis, whose skill was almost as great as his honestie, had it stretch'd so far, would haue made nature immortall, and death should haue play for lacke of worke. Would for the Kings fake hee were liuing, I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease.

Laf. How calld you the man you speake of Madam ?

Mo. He was famous fir in his profession, and it was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon.

Laf. He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very latelie spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly : hee was skilfull enough to haue liu'd fil, if knowledge could be set vp against mortallitie.

Ros. What is it (my good Lord) the King languishes of?

Laf. A Fistula my Lord.
Rol. I heard not of it before.

ould it were not notorious. Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon?

Mo. His sole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my ouer looking. I haue those hopes of her good, that her education promises her dispositions shee inherits, which makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind carries vertuous qualities, there commendations go with pitty, they are vertues and traitors too: in her they are the better for their simplenesse; The deriues her honestie,

Hell. I doe affect a forrow indeed, but I haue it too.

Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, exceffiue greefe the enemie to the liuing.

Mo. If the liuing be enemie to the greefe, the excesse makes it soone mortall.

Rof. Maddam I desire your holie wishes.
Laf. How vnderstand we that?

Mo. Be thou blest Bertrame, and succeed thy father
In manners as in shape : thy blood and vertue
Contend for Empire in thee, and thy goodnefTe
Share with thy birth-right. Loue all, trust a few,
Doe wrong to none : be able for thine enemie
Rather in power then vse : and keepe thy friend
Vnder thy owne lifes key. Be checkt for filence,
But neuer tax'd for speech. What heauen more wil,
That thee may furnish, and my prayers plucke downe,
Fall on thy head. Farwell my Lord,
'Tis an vnseason'd Courtier, good my Lord
Aduise him.

Laf. He cannot want the best
That shall attend his loue.

Mo. Heauen bleffe him : Farwell Bertram.

Ro. The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoghts be seruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your Miftris, and make much of her.

Laf. Farewell prettie Lady, you must hold the credit of your father.

Hell. O were that all, I thinke not on my father,
And these great teares grace his remembrance more
Then those I shed for him. What was he like?
I haue forgott him. My imagination
Carries no fauour in't but Bertrams.
I am vndone, there is no liuing, none,
If Bertram be away. "Twere all one,
That I should loue a bright particuler starre,
And think to wed it, he is so aboue me
In his bright radience and colaterall light,


Laf. I

Must I be comforted, not in his sphere;
Th'ambition in my loue thus plagues it felfe :
The hind that would be mated by the Lion
Muft die for loue. 'Twas prettie, though a plague
To see him euerie houre to fit and draw
His arched browes, his hawking eie, his curles
In our hearts table : heart too capeable
Of euerie line and tricke of his sweet fauour.
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancie
Muft fan&ifie his Reliques. Who comes heere?

Enter Parrolles.

Par. Let mee see. Marry ill, to like him that ne're it likes. 'Tis a commodity wil lose the gloffe with lying: The longer kept, the lesse worth : Off with’t while 'tis vendible. Answer the time of request, Virginitie like an olde Courtier, weares her cap out of fashion, richly suted, but vnsuteable, iust like the brooch & the toothpick, which were not now : your Date is better in your Pye and your Porredge, then in your cheeke : and your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French wither'd peares, it lookes ill, it eates drily, marry 'tis a wither'd peare : it was formerly better, marry yet ’tis a wither'd peare : Will you any thing with it

Hel. Not my virginity yet :
There shall your Master haue a thousand loues,
A Mother, and a Mistrese, and a friend,
A Phenix, Captaine, and an enemy,
A guide, a Goddesse, and a Soueraigne,
A Counsellor, a Traitoresse, and a Deare :
His humble ambition, proud humility :
His iarring, concord : and his discord, dulcet:
His faith, his sweet disaster : with a world
Of pretty fond adoptious christendomes
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he:
I know not what he shall, God send him well,
The Courts a learning place, and he is one.

Par. What one ifaith?
Hel. That I wish well, 'tis pitty.
Par. What's pitty?

Hel. That withing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt, that we the poorer borne,
Whose baler starres do fhut vs vp in wishes,
Might vvith effects of them follow our friends,
And shew what vve alone must thinke, which neuer
Returnes ys thankes.


Enter Page.

One that goes with him : I loue him for his fake,
And yet I know him a notorious Liar,
Thinke him a great way foole, folie a coward,
Yet these fixt euils fit fo fit in him,
That they take place, when Vertues steely bones
Lookes bleake i'ch cold wind : withall, full ofte we see
Cold wisedome waighting on superfluous follie.

Par. Saue you faire Qucene.
Hel. And you Monarch.
Par. No.
Hel. And no.
Par. Are you meditating on virginitie?

Hel. I: you haue fome staine of souldier in you : Let mee aske you a question. Man is enemie to virginitie, how may we barracado it against him?

Par. Keepe him out.

Hel. But he assailes, and our virginitie though valiant, in the defence yet is weak : ynfold to vs some warlike resistance.

Par. There is none : Man setting downe before you, will vndermine you, and blow you vp.

Hel. Blefle our poore Virginity from vnderminers and blowers vp. Is there no Military policy how Virgins might blow vp men ?

Par. Virginity beeing blowne downe , Man will quick lier be blowne vp : marry in blowing him downe againe, with the breach your selues made, you lose your Citty. It is not politicke, in the Common-wealth of Nature, to preserue virginity. Losle of Virginitie, is rationall encrease, and there was neuer Virgin goe,

till virginitie was first loft. That you were made of, is mettall to make Virgins. Virginitie, by beeing once loft, may be ten times found : by being euer kept, it is euer loft: 'tis too cold a companion: Away with't.

Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a Virgin.

Par. There's little can bee faide in't, 'tis against the rule of Nature. To speake on the part of virginitie, is to accuse your Mothers; which is most infallible disobedience. He that hangs himselfe is a Virgin : Virgini. tie murthers it felfe, and should be buried in highwayes out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate Offendresse against Nature. Virginitie breedes mites, much like a Cheese, confumes it felfe to the very payring, and so lies with feeding his owne stomacke. Besides, Virginitie is peeuish, proud, ydle, made of selfe-loue, which is the most inhibited finne in the Cannon. Keepe it not, you cannot choose but loose by't. Out with't: within ten yeare it will make it felfe two, which is a goodly increase, and the principall it felfe not much the worse. Away with't.

Hel. How might one do fir, to loose it to her owne liking?

Pag. Monsieur Parrolles, My Lord cals for you.

Par, Little Hellen farewell, if I can remember thee, I will thinke of thee at Court.

Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were borne vnder a charitable starre.

Par. Vnder Mars I.
Hel. I especially thinke, vnder Mars.
Par. Why vnder Mars?

Hel. The warres hath so kept you vnder, that you must needes be borne ynder Mars.

Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde I thinke rather.
Par. Why thinke you so?
Hel. You go so much backward when you fight.
Par. That's for aduantage.

Hel. So is running away,
When feare proposes the safetie :
But the composition that your valour and feare makes

is a vertue of a good wing, and I like the weare well.

Paroll. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answere thee acutely : I will returne perfect Courtier, in the which my instruction shall serue to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capeable of a Courtiers councell, and vnderstand what aduice shall thrust vppon thee, else thou diest in thine vnthankfulnes, and thine ignorance makes thee away, farewell : When thou hast leyfure, say thy praiers : when thou hast none, remember thy Friends :


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Get thee a good husband, and vse him as he vses thee : So farewell.

Hel. Our remedies oft in our selues do lye, Which we ascribe to heauen : the fated skye Giues vs free scope, onely doth backward pull Our Now designes, when we our selues are dull. What power is it, which mounts my loue so hye, That makes me fee, and cannot feede mine eye? The mightiest space in fortune, Nature brings To ioyne like, likes; and kisse like natiue things. Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their paines in fence, and do suppose What hath beene, cannot be. Who euer stroue To fhew her merit, that did misse her loue? (The Kings disease) my proiect may deceive me, But my intents are fixt, and will not leaue me. Exit

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

diuers Attendants.

King. The Florentines and Senoys are by th’eares, Haue fought with equall fortune, and continue A brauing warre.

1.Lo.G. So tis reported fir.

King. Nay tis moft credible, we heere receive it, A certaintie vouch'd from our Cofin Austria, With caution, that the Florentine will moue vs For speedie ayde: wherein our deerest friend Preiudicates the businesse, and would seeme To haue vs make deniall.

1.L.G. His loue and wifedome Approu'd so to your Maiesty, may pleade For ampleft credence.

King. He hath arm'd our answer,
And Florence is deni'de before he comes :
Yet for our Gentlemen that meane to see
The Tuscan seruice, freely haue they leaue
To stand on either part.

2.L.E. It well may serue
A nursferie to our Gentrie, who are ficke
For breathing, and exploit.

King. What's he comes heere.

Were in his pride, or sharpnesse ; if they were,
His equall had awak'd them, and his honour
Clocke to it felfe, knew the true minute when
Exception bid him speake : and at this time
His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him,
He vs'd as creatures of another place,
Aud bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes,
Making them proud of his humilitie,
In their poore praise he humbled : Such a man
Might be a copie to these yonger times;
Which followed well, would demonstrate them now
But goers backward.

Ber. His good remembrance fir
Lies richer in your thoughts, then on his tombe:
So in approofe liues not his Epitaph,
As in your royall speech.

King. Would I were with him he would alwaies say,
(Me thinkes I heare him now) his plaufiue words
He scatter'd not in eares, but grafted them
To grow there and to beare : Let me not liue,
This his good melancholly oft began
On the Catastrophe and heele of pastime
When it was out : Let me not liue (quoth hee)
After my flame lackes oyle, to be the snuffe
Of yonger spirits, whose apprehenfiue senses
All but new things disdaine ; whose judgements are
Meere fathers of their garments : whose constancies
Expire before their fashions : this he wish'd.
I after him, do after him with too :
Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home,
I quickly were diffolued from my hiue
To giue fome Labourers roome.

L.2.E. You'r loved Sir,
They that least lend it you, shall lacke you first.

Kin. I fill a place I know't: how long ift Count
Since the Phyfitian at your fathers died?
He was much fam'd.

Ber. Some fix moneths since my Lord.

Kin. If he were living, I would try him yet.
Lend me an arme : the rest have worne me out
With seuerall applications : Nature and sicknesse
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome Count,
My sonne's no deerer.
Ber. Thanke your Maiesty.


Enter Bertram, Lafew, and Parolles.


1.Lor.G. It is the Count Rosignoll my good Lord, Yong Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy Fathers face, Franke Nature rather curious then in haft Hath well compos’d thee : Thy Fathers morall parts Maist thou inherit too : Welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thankes and dutie are your Maiesties.

Kin. I would I had that corporall soundnesle now, As when thy father, and my selfe, in friendship First tride our souldiership : he did looke farre Into the seruice of the time, and was Discipled of the braueft. He lasted long, But on vs both did haggish Age steale on, And wore vs out of act : It much repaires me To talke of your good father ; in his youth He had the wit, which I can well obserue To day in our yong Lords : but they may ieft Till their owne scorne returne to them vnnoted Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour : So like a Courtier, contempt nor bitternesse

Enter Countejje, Steward, and Clowne. Coun. I will now heare, what say you of this gentlewoman.

Ste. Maddam the care I haue had to euen your content, I with might be found in the Kalender of my past endeuours, for then we wound our Modestie, and make foule the clearnesse of our deseruings, whenof our selues we publish them.

Coun. What doe's this knaue heere? Get you gone firra: the complaints I have heard of you I do not all beleeue, 'tis my slownesse that I doe not : For I know you lacke not folly to commit them, & haue abilitie enough to make such knaueries yours.

Clo. 'Tis not vnknown to you Madam, I am a poore fellow.

Coun. Well Gir.

Clo. No maddam, 'Tis not so well that I am poore, though manie


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of the rich are damn'd, but if I may haue your Ladiships good will to goe to the world, Isbell the woman and w will doe as we may.

Coun. Wilt thou needes be a begger?
Clo. I doe beg your good will in this case.
Cou. In what case?

Clo. In Isbels case and mine owne : feruice is no heritage, and I thinke I shall never haue the blessing of God, till I haue issue a my bodie : for they say barnes are bleshings.

Cou. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marrie?

Clo. My poore bodie Madam requires it, I am driuen onby the flesh, and hee must needes goe that the diuell driues.

Cou. Is this all your worships reason ?

Clo. Faith Madam I have other holie reasons, such as they are.

Con. May the world know them?

Clo. I haue beene Madam a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are, and indeede I doe marrie that I may repent.

Cor. Thy marriage sooner then thy wickednesse.

Cls. I am out a friends Madam, and I hope to haue friends for my wiues fake.

Con. Such friends are thine enemies knaue.

Clo. Y’are shallow Madam in great friends, for the knaues come to doe that for me which I am a wearie of: he that eres my Land, spares my teame, and giues mee leave to Inne the crop: if I be his cuckold hee's my drudge; he that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my Aeth and blood; hee that cherishes


feth and blood, loues my flesh and blood; he that loues my flesh and blood is my friend:ergo, he that kisses my wife is my friend : if men could be contented to be what they are, there were no feare in marriage, for yong Cbarbon the Puritan, and old Poysam the Papist, how somere their hearts are seuer'd in Religion, their heads are both one, they may ioule horns together like any Deare i'th Herd.

Cou. Wilt thou euer be a foule mouth'd and calumnious knaue?

Clo. A Prophet I Madam, and I speake the truth the next waie, for I the Ballad will repeate, which men full true shall finde, your marriage comes by deftinie, your Cuckow fings by kinde.

Cou. Get you gone fir, lle talke with you mor

Stew. May it please you Madam, that hee bid Hellen come to you, of her I am to speake.

Cou. Sirra tell my gentlewoman I would speake with her, Hellen I meane.

Clo. Was this faire face the cause, quoth the, Why the Grecians facked Troy, Fond done, done, fond was this King Priams ioy, With that she fighed as she stood, bis And gaue this sentence then, among nine bad if one be good, among nine bad if one be good, there's yet one good in ten.

Cou. What,one good in tenne? you corrupt the song firra.

Clo. One good woman in ten Madam, which is a pur'fying ath'song : would God would serue the world so all the yeere, weed finde no fault with the tithe woman if I were the Parson, one in ten quoth a? and wee might haue a good woman borne but ore euerie blazing starre, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the Lotteriewell, man may draw bis heart out ere a plucke one.

Cous. Youle begone fir knaue, and doe as I command you?

Cla. That man fhould be at womans command, and yet no hurt done, though honestie be no Puritan, yet it will doe no hurt, it will weare the Surplis of humilitie ouer the blacke-Gowne of a bigge heart : I am going forsooth, the businesse is for Helen to come hither.

Exit. Cou. Well now.

Stew. I know Madam you loue your Gentlewoman intirely.

Cou: Faith I doe : her father bequeath'd her to mee, and the her selfe without other aduantage, may lawfullie make title to as much love as thee findes, there is more owing her then is paid, and more shall be paid her then theele demand.

Stew. Madam, I was verie late more neere her then I thinke Thee witht mee, alone thee was, and did communicate to her felfe her owne words to her owne eares ,

shee thought, I dare vowe for her, they toucht not anie stranger fence, her matter was, shee loued your Sonne ; Fortune thee said was no goddesse, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates : Loue no god, that would not extend his might onelie, where qualities were leuell, Queene of Virgins, that would suffer her poore Knight surpris'd without rescue in the first assault or ransome afterward: This shee deliuer'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that ere I heard Virgin exclaime in, which I held my dutie speedily to acquaint you withall, fthence in the losse that may happen, it concernes you something to know it.

Cou. You have discharg'd this honestlie, keepe it to your selfe, manie likelihoods inform'd mee of this before, which hung so tottring in the ballance, that I could neither beleeue nor misdoubt : praie you

stall this in your bosome, and I thanke you for your honest care : I will speake with you further anon.

Exit Steward.

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Enter Hellen.


Old.Cou. Euen so it vvas vvith me when I was yong:
If euer vve are natures, these are ours, this thorne
Doth to our Rose of youth righlie belong
Our bloud to vs, this to our blood is borne,
It is the show, and seale of natures truth,
Where loues strong passion is impreft in youth,
By our remembrances of daies forgon,
Such were our faults, or then we thought them none,
Her eie is sicke on't, I obserue her now.

Hell. What is your pleasure Madam ?
01.Cou. You know Hellen I am a mother to you.
Hell. Mine honorable Miftris.
Ol.Cou. Nay a mother, why not a mother? when I

sed a mother
Me thought you saw a serpent, what's in mother,
That you start at it? I say I am your mother,
And put you in the Catalogue of those
That were enwombed mine, 'tis often seene
Adoption strives vvith nature, and choise breedes
A natiue Nip to vs from forraine seedes :
You nere opprest me with a mothers groane,
Yet I expresse to you a mothers care,
(Gods mercie maiden) dos it curd thy blood
To say I am thy mother? vvhat's the matter,
That this distempered messenger of wet ?


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