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Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awaked in such a kind,
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Ability in means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them thoroughly.

The Desire of a beloved Object heightened by its Loss.

For it so falls out,

That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack* the value; then we find
The virtue, that possession would not show us
While it was ours :-so will it fare with Claudio
When he shall hear she died upon† his words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination:

And every lovely organ of her life

Shall come apparell❜d in more precious habit,
More moving delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she lived indeed.

Talking Braggarts.

Manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too; he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it.

ACT V.

Counsel ineffectual in Misfortune.

Men

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief

* Over-estimate.

+ In consequence of.

Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ach with air, and agony with words;
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,

To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself.

Satire on the Stoic Philosophers.

I pray thee peace: I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently:
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a push* at chance and sufferance.

Empty Boasters.

What man! I know them, yea,

And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple;
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mongʼring boys,
That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander,
Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst,
And this is all.

Daybreak.

The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray.

* Defiance.

TAMING OF THE SHREW.

Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua, has two daughters, Katharina and Bianca. For the hand of the latter, Gremio and Hortensio are suitors; Baptista, however, declines to assent to Bianca's marriage till her elder sister, Katharina, the Shrew, has obtained a husband. Lucentio, a gentleman of Pisa, arrives in Padua, and falls in love with Bianca, and, in order to urge his suit, he disguises himself as a schoolmaster, and undertakes to become her instructor. In this assumed character he avows his passion, and after telling her that he is Lucentio, woos and marries her. Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, has, in the meantime, with the consent of Baptista, proffered his love to Katharina, and, after an uncouth courtship, they are married. The chief action of the play consists in the efforts made by Petruchio to curb the wild temper of his wife; in this he is at length completely successful, and she becomes a model of obedience. The play concludes with an animated speech from Katharina on the duties of wives to their husbands.

INDUCTION.

Hounds.

THY hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

Painting.

Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook :

And Cytherea all in sedges hid:

Which seem to move and wanton with her breath.
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Аст I.

Woman's Tongue.

Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battl heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue; That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?

ACT II.

Petruchio's uncouth mode of wooing.

I will attend her here

And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail; Why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :

Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word,
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence:
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though she bid me stay by her a week ;
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day
When I shall ask the bans, and when be married.

Petruchio's Mock Flattery of Katharina.

I find you passing gentle. 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,

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And now I find report a very liar ;

For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous;
But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will;
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Why does the world report that Kate doth limp?
O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig,
Is straight and slender; and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.

ACT IV.

The Mind alone Valuable.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich: And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth* in the meanest habit. What! is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eyes? O, no, good Kate: neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture and mean array.

ACT V.

The Wife's Duty to her Husband.

Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor : It blots thy beauty, as frost bites the meads: * Appeareth.

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