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Bion. Then thas. Baptista is safe, talking with the Happy the parents of so fair a child !

Ped.) deceiving father of a deceitful son. Happier the man, whom favourable stars

shallae Luc. And what of him? Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow!

Pet. N Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope, thon art not mad. -Deri supper.

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;
Luc. And then?

And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.
Bion. The old priest at St Luke's church is at your Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
command at all hours.
That have been so bedazzled with the sun,

Ped. 3
Luc. And what ofall this?
That every thing I look on seemeth green:

bere luo Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied abont a Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father ; counterfeit assurance. Take you assurance of her, Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Ped. A cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum: to the church; Pet. Do, good old grandsire ;and withal, make known Pet. V --take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest Which way thon travellest: ifalong with us, witnesses !

We shall be joyful of thy company.
If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, Vin. Fair sir, — and you my merry mistress,
But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. (Going. That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me,
Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?

My name is callid – Vincentio ; my dwelling -- Pisa:
Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an And boundlam to Padua, there to visit
afternoon, as she went to the garden for parsley to A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir ; and so adieu, sir. Pet. What is his name?
My master hath appointed me to go to St Luke's to bid Vin, Lucentio, gentle sir,
the priest be ready to come, against you come with Pet. Happily met! the happier for thy son!

noth your appendix.

(Exit. And now by law, as well as reverend age,
Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented; I may entitle thee - my loving father;
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her ; Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not,

put me It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,

Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth ;
SCENE V. A public road.

Beside, so qualified as may

beseem Enter PETUUCHIO, Catharina, and HORTENSIO. The spouse of any noble gentleman. Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more toward Let me embrace with old Vincentio : our father's !

And wander we to see thy honest son,
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.
Cath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now. Vin. But is this true? or is itelse your pleasure,
Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Cuth. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright.

Upon the company, you overtake?
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,

Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof! Or ere I journey to your father's house :

For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. Goon, and fetch our horses back again !-

[Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Vincentio. Fvermore cross'd, and cross'd, nothing but cross'd ! Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.

Have to my widow; and if she be froward,
Cuth. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:

And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow, it shall be so for me.
Pet. I say, it is the moon,

Cath. I know it is.

SCENE I. Padua. Before Lucentio's house.
Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Enter, on one side, BlondeLLO, Lucentio, and Blasca;
Cath. Then God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:- Gremio walking on the other side.
Brit son it is not, when you say

itis not;

Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready; Avd the moon changes, even as your mind.

Luc. Ifly, Biondello: but they may chance to need What you will have it named, even that it is;

thee at home, therefore leave us. And so it shall be so, for Catharine.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your back ; Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. and then come back to my master as soon as I can. Pet. Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should run,

(Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. And not unluckily against the bias,

Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. But soft; what company is coming here?

Enter PetruCHIO, Catharina, Vincentio, and AttenEnter Viscentio, in a travelling dress.

dants. Good-morrow, gentle mistress! Where away? Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,

[To Vincentio. My father's bears more toward the market-place; Tell nie, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,

Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir. Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go; Such war of white and red within her cheeks ! I think, I shall command your welcome here, What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.(Knocks. As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Gre. They're busy within you had best knock louder. Fair lovely maid, once more good-day to thee!

Enter Pedant above, at a window. Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake! Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman the gate ? of him.

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal. Sheet,

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or Whither away ; or where is thy abode?

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Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he, Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio ; I say, he shall go
shall need none, so long as I live.

to prison.
Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-
- Do you hear, sir? to leave frivolous circumstan-catched in this business! Idare swear, this is the right
ces, — I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father Vincentio.
is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with Ped. Swear, ifthou darest.

Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.
here looking out at the window.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.
Vin. Art thou his father?

Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him!
Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd.- 0
Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To Vincen.] why, monstrous villain!
this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's Re-enter BIONDELLO, with Lucentio, and Bianca.

Bion. O, we are spoiled, and — Yonder heis; deny
Ped. Lay hands on the villain! I believe, 'a means him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. Luc. Pardon, sweet father!

Vin. Lives my sweetest son?
Re-enter BiondeLLO.

(Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out. Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God

Bian. Pardon, dear father!

send 'em good shipping !-But who is here? mine old
master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought Where is Lucentio ?

Bap. How hast thou offended ?-
to nothing

Luc. Here's Lucentio,
Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp ! [Seeing Biondello. Right son unto the right Vincentio ;
Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir.
Vin. Comehither, you rogue! What, have you for- While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
got me?
Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you,

Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
for I never saw you before in all my life,

That fac'd and bray'd me in this matter so?
l'in, What, you notorious villain, didst thou never
see thy master's father, Vincentio ?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?

Bian, Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes,

Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
marry, sir ; see where he looks out of the window.
Vin. Is't so, indeed?

Made me exchange my state with Tranio,

(Beats Biondello. While he did bear my countenance in the town; Bion. Help, help, help!here's a madman will murder and happily I have arriv'd at last

[Exit. Unto the wished haven of my bliss :-
Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista !

[Exit from the window. Then pardon him, sweet father, for
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;


Pet. Prøythee Kate, let's stand aside, and see the
end of this controversy.

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent [They retire,

me to the gaol. Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Traxio, and Ser-Bar. But do you hear, sir ? [To Lucentio.] Have you

married my daughter without asking my good-will ? Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?) Vin. Fearnot, Baptista; we will content you, go to: Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir? - 0 But I willin to be revenged for this villainy. (Exit, immortal gods! ( fine villain! A silken doublet! a Bup. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. (Exit. velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!. Luc.Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. 0, I am andone! I am undone! while I play the good

[È xeunt Luc. and Bian, husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at Gre. My cake is dough. But I'll in among the rest; the university.

Out of hope ofall, -but my share of the feast. [Exit.
Tra. How now! what's the matter?

Bap. What, is the man lunatic?

Cath. Husband, let's follow,to see the end of this ado.
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
habit, but your words show you a madman. lihy, sir, Cath. What, in the midst of the street ?
what concerus it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?
my good father, I am able to maintain ii.

Cath. No, sir; God forbid !- but ashamed to kiss.
Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker in Pet. Why, then let's home again ! - Come, sirralı,

let's away!
Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir. Pray, what Cath. Nay,I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love,
do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have Pet. Is not this well? - Come, my sweet Kate!
bronght him up ever since he was three year: old, and Better once than never, for never too late. (Exeunt.
his name is – Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's house.
and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, A banquet set out. Enter Baptista, VINCENTIO, GRE-
signior Vincentio.

Mio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, PetroCHIO, CA-
Vin. Lucentio ! O, he hath murdered his master! THARINA, Hortensio, and Widow; Tranio, Bion-
Lay hold on him, Icharge you, in the duke's name' DELLO, Grumio, and others, attending.
0, 'my son, my son !- tell me, thou villain, where is Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
my son Licentio?

And time it is, when raging war is done,
Tra, Call forth an officer: (Enter one with an offi- To smile at’scapes and perils overblown. -
cer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol!— Father Bap- My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
tista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming. While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:-
Vin. Carry me to the gaol!

Brother Petruchio,.— sister. Catharina, –
Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. And thon, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,-


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Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; But twenty times so much upon my wife.
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,

Luc. A hundred, then.
Alter our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down! Hor. Content.
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat [They sit at table. Pet. A match; 'tis done.
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Hor. Who shall begin ?
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Luc. That will l. - Go,
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Biondello, bid your mistress come to me!
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were true. Bion. I go.

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.

Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense;

Re-enter BiondeLLO.
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

How now! what news ?
Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Roundly replied.

Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word,

That she is busy, and she cannot come. Cath. Mistress, how mean you


Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Is that an answer?
Pet. Conceives by me! - How likes Hortensio that?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended ! Kiss him for that, good per. I hope, better.

Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. widow !

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my

wife Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns To come to me forthwith.

(Exit Biondello. round:

Pet, 0, ho! entreat her!
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, | lior. I am afraid, sir,

Nay, then she must needs come.
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Cath. A very mean meaning !

Re-enter BIONDELLO, Wid. Right, I mean you.

Now, where's wife?

my Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; Pet. To her, Kate!

She will not come; she bids you come to her. Hor. To her, widow !

Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile, Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;

Intolerable, not to be endur'd! Hor. That's my office.

Say, I command her to come to me.

[Exit Grumio. Pet. Spoke like an officer!-Ha'to thee, lad!

Hor. I know her answer. (Drinks to Hortensio.

Pet. What?
Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?

Hor. She will not come.
Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
Biun. Head, and butt? an hasty-witted body

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you ? Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Catharina!
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep. Cath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?

Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Pet. Nay, that you shall not ; since you have begun, Cath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.
Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands; And then pursne me, as you draw your


Away, I say, and bring them hither straight! You are welcome all.

(Exit Catharina. (Exeunt Bianca, Catharina, and Widow. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Pet. She hath prevented me. – Here, signior Tranio,

Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
Therefore, a health to all, that shot and miss'd.

Anawful rule, and right supremacy;
Tra., 0, sir, Lacentio slipp'd me like his greyhound, And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Bap. vow fair Befal thee, good Petrachio!
Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.

The wager thou hast won, and I will add
Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself;

Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns — 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.

Another dowry to another daughter; Bap. Oho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.

For she is chang'd as she had never been. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tradio.

Pet. Nay, i will win my wager better yet; Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?

And show more sign of her obedience, Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess;

Her new-built virtue and obedience. And as the jest did glance away from me,

Re-enter CATHARINA, with Blanca, and Widow.
'Tisten to one, it maim'd you two outright. See, where she comes: and brings your froward wives

Bap.Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, As priseners to her womanly persuasion.
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Pet. Well, I say — no: and therefore, for assurance, off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
Let's each one send unto his wife;

Catharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down. And he, whose wife is most obedient

wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, To come at first, when he doth send for her,

Till be brought to such a silly pass! Shall win the wager, which we will propose.

Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you

this? Hor. Content ! - what is the wager?

Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too. Luc. Twenty crowns.

The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

time. Pet. Twenty crowns!

Hath cost me an hundred crowns since

sapper I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,

Biun. The more fool you, for laying on my daty.

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;
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands! Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no Where they are bound to serve, love and obey.

Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her! Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
Wid. She shall not.

But ihat our soft conditions, and our hearts,
Pet. I say, she shall; -and first begin with her! Should well agree with our external parts?
Calh. Fye, fye! unknit that threat’ning unkind brow; Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, My mind hath been as big, as one of yours,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor!

My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads,

To bandy word for word, and frown for frown.
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds, But now, I see, our lances are but straws;
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,-
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,

That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

And place your hands below your husband's foot:
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.

In token of which dnty, if he please,
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, My hand is ready, may it do him ease!
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee Pet. Why, there's a wench! - Come on, and kiss
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land,

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed! -
But love, fair looks, and true obedience —

We three are married, but you two are sped.
Too little payment for so great a debt!

'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'd a curs't shrew. What 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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Leontes, king of Sicilia:

An old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita:
MAMILLIUS, his son.

Clown, his son.

Servant to the old shepherd.

AUTOLICUS, arogue.
Sicilian lords.

Time, as Chorus.

Hermione, queen to Leontes.
Another Sicilian lord.

PERDITA, daughter to Leontes and Hermione.
Rogero, a Siciliun gentleman.

PAULINA, wife to Antigonus.
An attendant on the young prince Mamillius.
Officers of a court of judicature.
Politenes, king of Bohemia:


} Florizel, his son.


shepherdesses. Archidamus, a Bohemian lord.

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a dance;
A mariner.

Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, etc.

Scene, --sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.

Two other ladies, } attending the queen.

Аст I.

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sici

lia means to pay Bohemia the visitation, which he SCENE I.-Sicilia. An antechamber in Leontes'

justly owes him. pulace.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, Enter CANILLO and ARCHIPAMUS.

we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed, – Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia Cam. 'Beseech you, on the like occasion, wherein my services are now on 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.

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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
accuse us.

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.

Leor. Well said, Hermione!
Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding in- Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:
structs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. But let him say so then, andlet him go;

Cain. Sicilia cannot show himself overkind to Bohe- But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
mia. They were trained together in their childhoods; We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.-
and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, Yet of your royal presence [ To Polixenes.] I'll ad-
which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more
mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separa- The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
tion of their society, their encounters, though not You take my lord, I'll give him my commission,
personal, have been royally attornied, with inter- To let him there a month, behind the gest
change of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they Prefix'd for’s parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
have seemed to be together, though absent, shook I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind
hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, from What lady she her lord.—You'll stay?
the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue Pol. No, madam.
their loves !

Her. Nay, but you will? Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, Pol. I may not, verily. or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable com

Her. Verily!
fort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman You put me off with limber vows : but I,
of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: oaths,
it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the sub- Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
ject, makes old hearts fresh: they,that went on cratch- You şhäll not go ; a lady's verily is
és ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him As potent, as a lord's. Will you go yet?

Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Arch. Would they else be content to die?

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;
SCENE II.-The same. A room of state in the pulace. Which is for me less easy to commit,
Enter Leontes, Poliseres, HERMIONE, Maxillius, Than you to punish.
Camillo, and Attendants.

Her. Not your gaoler then,
Pol. Nine changes of the watry star have been But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
The shepherd'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,
And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Two lads, that thought, there was no more behind,
Go hence in debt. And therefore, like a cipher, But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,

And to be boy eternal.
With one we thank yon, many thousands more, Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o’the two?
That go before it.

Pol. We were astwinn'dlambs, that did friski'the sun,
Leon, Stay your thanks awhile

And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, And pay them, when you part!

Was innocence 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


And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'!
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,

With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd,
To tire your royalty,

Hereditary ours.
Leon. We are tougher, brother,

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 liave since then been born to us; for Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.

In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and in that Your precious self had not then cross'd the eyes I'll no gain-saying.

of my young play-fellow. Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so!

Her. Grace to boot!
There is no tongue, that moves,uone, nonei'the world, Of this make no conclusion ; lest yon say,
Su soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Your queen and I are devils. Yet, go on!
Were there necessity in your request, although The offences we have made you do, we'll answer;
'Twere necdful, I denied it. My affairs

If you hrst sinu'd with us, and that with us
Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay

With any but with us.
To yon a charge and trcuble: to save both,

Leon. Is he won yet?
Farewell, our brother !

Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Leon. At my request, he would not.
Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until Hermione, my dearest, thon never spok’st
You had drawn oaths from him, not so stay. You, sir, To better purpose.

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