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Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong I am asham'd that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace;
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
But that our soft conditions, and our hearts,
My mind hath been as big, as one of yours,
My heart as great ; my reason, haply, more,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, –
That seeming to be most, which we least are.
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.
Pet. 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! Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
(To Lucentio. Even such, a woman oweth to her husband :
And, being a winner, God give you good night! And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
[Exeunt Petruchio and Cath. And not obedient to his honest will,
Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam’da curs't shrew. Wliat is she, but a foul contending rebel,
Luc. 'Tis a wouder, by your leave, she will be tam'd Aud graceless traitor to her loving lord?
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An old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita:
Clown, his son.
Servant to the old shepherd.
Time, as Chorus.
Hermione, queen to Leontes.
Perdita, daughter to Leontes and Hermione.
Paulina, wife to Antigonus.
Two other ladies, } attending the queen.
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a dance;
Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, etc. Gaoler.
Scene, sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.
А ст І.
Cam. I think, this coming summer; the king of SiciSCENE I.-Sicilia. An antechamber in Leontes'
lia means to pay Bohemia the visitation, which he pulace.
justly owes him. Enter Canillo and ARCHIDAMUS.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us,
we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed, -
Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowfoot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference ledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia.
- I know not what to say.-We will give you sleepy
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drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insuffi- Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure, cience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little All in Bohemia’s well: this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim'd ; say this to him, Cam. You say a great deal too dear for what's given He's beat from his best ward. freely.
Leon. Well said, Hermione!
Cain. Sicilia cannot show himself overkind to Bohe-But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
Her. Nay, but you will?
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him : oaths,
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse, why they When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? should desire to live.
My prisoner? or my guest ? by your dread verily, Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to One of them you shall be. live on crutches, till he had one.
[Exeunt. Pol. Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Her. Not your gaoler then,
's note, since we have left our throne Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys ; Without a burden : time as long again
You were pretty lordlings then. Would be fill’dup, my brother, with our thanks;
Pol. We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought, there was no more behind,
And to be boy eternal.
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i’the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we chang’d, And pay. them, when you part!
Wasinạocence for innocence; we knew not Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd I am question’d by my fears, of what may chance, That any did. Had we pursued that life, Or breed upon our absence: that may blow
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
Her. By this we gather, Than you can putus to't.
You have tripp'd since. Pol. No longer stay.
Pol. O my most sacred lady, Leon. One seven-night longer.
Temptations have since then been born to us; for
In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl ;
Ofmy young play-fellow.
Her. Grace to boot!
If you first sinu'd with us, and that with us
With any but with us.
Leon. Is he won yet? Farewell, our brother !
Her. He'll stay, my
And But As As ΤΗ My Art ME LE :
Her. Never ?
Pul. How, my lord ?
What cheer? how is’t with you, best brother?
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
This quash, this gentleman :-mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money ?
Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole!- My
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy,
[Aside. He makes a July's day short as December,
Offic'd with me. Wetwo will walk, my lord,
How thou lov'stus, show in our brother's welcome;
smiles, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be
found, Leon, l'fecks?
Be you beneath the sky!-I am angling now,
Go to, go to!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband ! Gone already;
[Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
Co, play, boy, play!--thy mother plays, and I
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour
Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play!-- There have
OrIam much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;
Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
As mine, against their will: should all despair,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
hang themselves. Physic for’t there is none; With what's unreal thou coactive art, And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent,
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; From east, west, north, and soùth. Be it concluded, (And that beyond commission ; and I find it,) And that to the infection of my brains,
No barricado for a belly; know it';
It will let in and out the enemy,
With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us
Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? seems unsettled.
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Her. He something
Leon. Why, that's some comfort.
Cannot bemute,) or thought, (for cogitation What! Camillo there?
Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) Cam. Ay, my good lord.
My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, Levn. Go play, Mamillius; thou’rt an honest man.- (or else be impudently negative,
(Exit Mamillius. To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: Aš rank as any tlax-wench, that puts to When you cast out, it still came home.
Before her troth-plight; say it, and justify it! Leon. Didst note it?
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear Cam. Ile would not stay at your petitions ; made My sovereign mistress clouded so, without His business more material,
My present vengeance taken. 'Shrew my heart, Leon. Didst perceive it? –
You never spoke what did become you less They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Than this; which to reiterate, were sin Siciliais a so-forth. 'Tis far gone,
As deep as that, though true. When I shall just it last.-How came't, Camillo, Leon. Is whispering nothing? That he did stay?
[sleaning cheek to cheek, is meeting noses, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.
Kissing with inside lip, stopping the career Leon. At the queen’s, be't: good, should be pertinent; Of laughter with a sigh, (a note infallible But so itis, it is not. Was this taken
of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot, By any understanding pate but thine ?
Skulking in corners, wishing clocks more swift,
Hours, ininutes, noon, midnight, and all eyes blind
That would unseen be wicked, is this nothing ?
Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing;
Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most understand My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.
Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd Cam. Stays here longer.
Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; Leon. Ay, but why?
For 'tis most dangerous. Cam. To satisfy your higliness, and the entreaties Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true. Ofour most gracious mistress.
Cam. No, no, my lord, Leon. Satisfy
Leon. It is; you lie, you lie:
I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass. In that which seemsso.
Cam. Who does infect her?
Leon. Why, he that wears her like her medal, hanging
Had servants true about me; that bare eyes
To see alike mine honour as their profits,
Which should undo more doing : ay, and thou,
His cup-bearer, - whom I from meaner form
Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven,
How I am galled, -- might'st bespice a cup, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
To give mine enemy a lasting wink; In every one of these no man is free,
Which draught to me were cordial. But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Cam. Sir, my lord, Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
I could do this; and that with no rash potion, Sometimes puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, But with a ling’ring dram, that should not work If ever I were wilful-negligent,
Maliciously like poison : but I cannot It was my folly; ifindustriously
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
So sovereignly being honourable. Not weighing well the end: if ever fearful
I have lov'd thee, To do a thing, where the issue doubted,
Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot! Whereof the execution did cry out
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted,
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ?
Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine, 'Tis none of mine.
Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo,
Could man so blench? (Butthat's past doubt : you have; or your eyeglass Cam. I must believe you, sir ; Is thicker than a cuckold's horn;) or heard,
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: (For, to a vision so appareut, rumour
Provided, that, when he'sremor’d, your highness
Will take again your queen, as yours at first;
Cam. I may not answer.
I cónjure thee by all the parts of man,
Which honour does acknowledge,–whereof the least Even so as I mine own course have set down :
Is not this suit of mine, - that thon declare, I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
What incidency thou dost guess of harm, Cam. My lord,
Is creeping toward me; how far off, huw near;
Which way to be prevented, if to be;
Cam. Sir, I'll tell you ;
Since lam charg’d in honour, and by him Account me not your servant!
That I think honourable: therefore, mark my counsel, Leon. This is all.
Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Do't not, thou split'st thine own.
Cry, lost, and so good-night.
Pol. On, good Camillo !
[Exit. Pol. By whom, Camillo? Cam. O miserable lady !-- But for
Cam. By the king. What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner
Pol. For what? Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, Is the obedience to a master; one,
As he had seen't, or been an instrument Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
To vice you to't, -that you have touch'd his queen All, that are his, so too.—To do this deed,
Forbiddenly. Promotion follows. If I could find example
Pol. O, then my best blood turn
Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best?
A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd,
That e'er was heard, or read !
Cam. Swear his thought over
By each particular star in heaven, and My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
By all their influences, you may as well Good-day, Camillo !
Forbid the sea forto obey the moon, Cum. Hail, most royal sir!
As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake Pol. What is the news i'the court?
The fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Is pild upon his faith, and will continue
Pol. How should this grow?
Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born.
Shall bear along impawn’d, - away to-night. That changes thus his manners.
Your followers I will whisper to the business, Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, Pol. How ! dare not ? do not. Do you know, and dare Clear them of the city. For myself, I'll put
My fortunes to your service, which are here Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabonts:
By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ! For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; For, by the honour of my parents, I And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror, I dare not stand by, nor shall you be safer Which shows me mine chang’d too: for Imust be Than one condemn’d by the king's own mouth, A party in this alteration, finding
thereon Myself thus alter'd with it.
His execution sworn. Cam. This is a sickness,
Pol. I do believe thee: Which puts some of us in distemper; but
I saw his heart in his face. Give methy hand; I cannot name the disease; and it is caught
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
Still neighbour miné. My ships are ready, and
My people did expect my hence departure
Two days ago. This jealousy
Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty,
Must it be violent; and as he does conceive,
He is dishonour'd by a man, which ever
Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must In whose success we are gentle,- I beseech you,
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me: If yon know anght, which does behove my knowledge Good expedition
be my friend, and comfort Thereof to be inform’d, imprison it not Inignorant concealment!
The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing, of his ill-ta’en suspicion ! Come, Cainillo ;