devil? one brings thee in grace, and the other | Steals ere we can effect them: You remember

brings thee out. [Trumpets sound.] The king's coming, I know by his trumpets. Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow.

Par. I praise God for you.

[Exeunt.

The daughter of this lord?

Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue:
Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
Which warp'd the line of every other favour;
Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stol'n;
Extended or contracted all proportions,
To a most hideous object: Thence it came,
That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom

myself,

Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye
The dust that did offend it.
King. Well excus'd:

[away That thou didst love her, strikes some scores From the great compt: But love, that comes

too late,
Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
To the great sender turns a sour offence,
Crying, That's good that's gone: our rash

faults

King. My honour'd lady,

I have forgiven and forgotten all;

Make trivial price of serious things we have,
Not knowing them, until we know their grave.

And watch'd the time to shoot.

Laf. This I must say,

Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust:
Our own love waking cries to see what's done,
While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon.
Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget
[lin:

Though my my revenges were high bent upon him, Oft our displeasures to ourselves unjust,

But first I beg my pardon, -The young lord
Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,
Offence of mighty note; but to himself
The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife,
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took
captive;
[serve,
Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to
Humbly call'd mistress.

King. Praising what is lost,
Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call
him hither;

We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
All repetition: -Let him not ask our pardon;
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion do we bury

The incensing relics of it: let him approach,
A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
So 'tis our will he should.

Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit GENTLEMAN.
King. What says he to your daughter? have
you spoke?

Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness.

King. Then shall we have a match. I have

letters sent me,

That set him high in fame.

her.

Send forth your amorous token for fair Maud-
The main consents are had; and here we'll stay
To see our widower's second marriage-day.
Count. Which better than the first, O dear
heaven, bless!

Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease!
Laf. Come on, my son, in whom iny house's

name

Must be digested, give a favour from you,
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
That she may quickly come. By my old beard,
And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead,
Was a sweet creature; such a ring as this,
The last that e'er I took her leave at court,
I saw upon her finger.

Ber. Hers it was not.

King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine

eye, While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.This ring was mine; and, when I gave it He1 bade her, if her fortunes ever stood [len, Necessitied to help, that by this token I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to

reave her

I stood engag'd:* but when I had subscrib'd
To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully,
I could not answer in that course of honour
As she had made the overture, she ceas'd,
In heavy satisfaction, and would never
Receive the ring again.

• In the sense of unengaged,

Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,
that
That will speak any thing?

King. She hath that ring of yours.

Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, I lik'd

her,

And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth:
She knew her distance, and did angle for me,
Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
As all impediments in fancy's* course
Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
Her insuit coming with her modern grace,t
Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;
And I had that, which any inferior might
At market-price have bought.

Dia. I must be patient;
You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife,
May justly diet me. I pray you yet,
(Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,)
Send for your ring, I will return it home,
And give me mine again.

Ber. I have it not.

King. What ring was yours, I pray you?
Dia. Sir, much like

The same upon your finger.

King. Know you this ring? this ring was his

of late.

Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. King. The story then goes false, you threw it [him

Out of a casement.

Dia. I have spoke the truth.

Enter PAROLLES.

Ber. My lord, I do confess, the ring was hers.
King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather

starts you.j

Is this the man you speak of?

Dia. Ay, my lord.

King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I
charge you,

Not fearing the displeasure of your master,
(Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,)
By him, and by this woman here, what know
you?

Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.

King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love this woman?

Par. 'Faith, Sir, he did love her; But how?
King. How, I pray you?

Par. He did love her, Sir, as a gentleman

loves a woman.

King. How is that?

Par. He loved her, Sir, and loved her not. King. As thou art a knave, and no knave:What an equivocal companions is this?

Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.

Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty

orator.

Dia. Do you know, he promised me mar-
riage?

Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak.
King. But wilt thou not speak all thou

know'st?

Par. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go between them, as I said; but more than that, ne loved her, for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed; and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things that would

* Love.

+ Her solicitation concurring with her appearance of being common. May justis make me fast.

King. I think thee now some common customer.t

you.

Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this while?

Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty; He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't: I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not. Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. [Pointing to LAFEU. King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her. Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal Sir; The jeweller, that owest the ring, is sent for, [Exit WIDOW. And he shall surety me. But for this lord,' Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit

him:

He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd;
And at that time he got his wife with child:
Dead though she be, she feels her young one

kick;
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick:
And now behold the meaning.

Re-enter WIDOW, with HELENA.

King. Is there no exorcists
Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
Is't real, that I see?

Hel. No, my good lord;
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
The name and not the thing.
Ber. Both, both; O, pardon!
Hel. O, my good lord, when
when I was like this
maid,
[ring,
I found you wond'rous kind. There is your
And, look you, here's your letter; This it says,
When from my finger you can get this ring,
And are by me with child, &c. This is done:
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?

SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes | SCENE, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's in Petruchio's House in the Country.

Country House.
Co

INDUCTION.

SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
Enter HOSTESS and SLY.

Sly. I'll pheese* you, in faith.

Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris;† let the world slide: Sessa!

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?§

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy;-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.||

Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough.

[Exit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly.

[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Wind horns. Enter a LORD from hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:

* Beat or knock.

‡ Be quiet.

+ Few words.
Broke.

This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in bur

Brach* Merriman, -the poor cur is emboss'd,t
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd
brach.

Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my
He cried upon it at the merest loss, [lord;
And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:
Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
But sup them well, and look unto them all;
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

1 Hun. I will, my lord.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk?

See, doth he breathe?

2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm'd with ale,

he lies!

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine
[image!
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.-
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his
fingers,

lesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish A most delicious banquet by his bed,

Tragedy.

An officer whose authority equals a constable.