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What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Then pardon him sweet father for
sake. Wid. Your husband being troubledwith ashrew, Vini i'll slit the villain's nose, that would have Measures
's sorrow by his woe: sent me to the jail.
And now you know my meaning. Bap. But do you hear, sir? Have you married 5 Kath. A very mean ineaning. my daughter without asking my good-will?
Wid. Right, I mean you. Pin. Fear not, Baptista: we will content you, Kuth. And I am mean, indeed, respecting yoni,
Pet. To her, Kate! But I willin, tobe reveng'd forthis villainy:[Exit. Hor. To her, widow! Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this kinavery: 10 Pet. A hundred marks, my kate does put her
down. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not Hor. That's my office. frown.
[Exeunt. Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha’ to thee, lad. Gre. My cake is dough': but I'll in among the
[drinks to Hortensio. rest;
15 Bup. How likes Gremio thesequick-witted folks? Out of hope of all-but myshare of the feast.(Erit. Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
(Petruchio and Katharine, adouncing. Bian. Head and butt? an hasty-witted body Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of Would say, your head and buttwere head and hörn. Pet. First kiss me Kate, and we will. [this ado. Vin.Ay, mistress bride, haththatawaken'dyou? kath. What, in the midst of the street ? 201 Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me?
[begun, Kath. No, sir; God forbid: but asham'dto kiss. Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have Pet. Why, then let's home again: Come, sirrah, Have at you for a better jest or two.
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray 25 Aud then pursue me as you draw your bow:thee, love, stay.
You are welcome all.
30 This bird you aimed at, though you lit her not ; Enter Baptista. Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Therefore, a health to all that shot and missed.
Lucentin, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petru- Tra. Oh, sir Lucentio slipp'd me like his greychio, Katharine, Grumio, Hortensio, and Il'i
hound, dow. The serving-men with Tranio bringing Which runs himself, and catches for his master, in a Banquet.
135) Pet. A good swift' simile, but something currish. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes Tra.”T is well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; And time it is, when raging war is done, (agree: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
Luc. I thank thee for that gird', good Tranio. While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:-- 40 Hor. Confess, confess; hathhenothit you there? Brother Petruchio,--sister Katharina,-.
Pet ’A has a little galld me, I contess; And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,- And, as the jest did glance away from me, Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down; 45 I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. For now we sit and chat, as well as eat.
Pet. Well, I say--no: and therefore, forassuPet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Let's each one send unto his wife; [rance, Bap. Padua aifords this kindness, son Petruchio. And he, whose wife is most obedient Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. To come at first when he doth send for her, Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word 50 Shall win the wager which we will propose. were true.
Hor. Content;What's the wager:
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, I mean Hortensio is afeard of you." (my sense: 55 But twenty times so much upon my wife.
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns Luc. A hundred tlien.
[round. Hor. Content. Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?
Pet. A match; 'tis done. Wid. Thus I conceive by him. [that Hor. Who shall begin? Pet. Conceive by me!-How likes Hortensio 60 Luc. That will I. Hor. Mywidow says, thus sheconceives her tale. Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Pet. Very well mended: kiss him for that, good
Bup. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
A well known proverbial expression. ? Meaning, a good quick-witted simile. 'A gird is a sarcasm, a gibe.
Bion. I go.
What duty they do owe thrir lords and husbands. How now! what news?
Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word
have no telling That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. Comeon, I say, and first begin with her. Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! 5 Wid. She shall not. Is that an answer?
Pet.I say, she shall;--and first begin with her. Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Kath. Fye! fye! unknit that threat'ning unbind Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. brow; Pet. I hope, better.
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, Flor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife 10 To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: To come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her!
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair Nav, then she needs must come.
And in no sense is meet or amiable. buds; ilor. I am afraid, sir,
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Do what you can, yours will not be intreated. 15 Vuddy, ill-seeming, thick, berest of beauty ; Enter Biondello.
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
[hand; Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. Bim. She says, you have some goodly jest in Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, She will not come; she bids you come to her. Thi head, thy sovereign: one that cares for thee,
Pet. Worse, and worse; she will not come! 20 And for thy maintenance: commits his body Oh vile, intolerabi'e, not to be endur'd!
To painful labour, both by sea and land; Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Say, I command her come to me. [Exit Grumio. While thou ly'st warm at home, secure and safe; Hor. I know her answer.
And craves no other tribute at thy hands, Pet. What?
25 But lore, fair looks, and true obedience;Hor. She will not.
Tou little payment for so great a debt. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Enter Katharine.
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband: Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka. Ind, when she's troward, peevish, sullen, sour, tharina!
[me: 30 And not obedient to his honest will, Kath. What is your will, sir, that you sent for What is she but a foul contending rebel, Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife: And graceless traitor to her loving lord?-Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. I am asham'd, that women are so simple Pet. Go, fetch them bither; if they deny to come, To olfer war where they should kneel for peace; Swinge me them soundly forth unto their hus- 35 Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, Away,I say,andbringthem hitherstraight.[bands: When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Luc. Ilere is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Unapt to toil and trouble in the world; lor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. But ihat our soft condition, and our hearts,
Pet. Harry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet 10 Should well agree with our external parts? And awful rule, and right supremacy; [life. Come, come, you froward and unable worins! And, to be sivort, what not, that's sweet and happy: My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
Bap. Now tair befal thee, good Petruchio! My heart as great; my reason, haply, more, The wager thou hast won; and I will add To bandy word for word, and frown for frown: Tinto their losses twenty thousand crowns; |45 But now, I see our lances are but straws:[pare,-Another dowry to another daughter,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past comFor she is chang’d, as she had never been. That seeming to be most, which we indeed least
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet; Then vail your stomachs', for it is no boot: [are. And show inore sign of her obedience,
And place your hands below your husband's toot: Jler new-built virtue and ubedience.
5019 token of which duty, if he please, Re-enter Katharine, with Bianc., and Widozo. Myhand is ready, may it do him ease. [me, Kate. See where she comes; and brings your froward Pct. Why there's a wench!—Come on, and kiss As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.—[wives Luc. Well, gothyways, old lad; for thoushalt ha't. Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; lin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are Vil with that bauble, throw it under foot. 55 toward.
[froward [She pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed:'Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
We three are married, but you two are sped. Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this: I'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white?:
Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: 6o.And, being a winner, God give you good night! The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, [time.
[Ereunt Petruchio and Katharine. Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper- Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty
curst shrew, Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head- Luc. "Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be strong women
[Exeunt omnes. Meaning, lower your pride. : A phrase borrowed from archery, the mark being commonly white.
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
PERSONS REPRESENTE D.
King of France.
Steward, Serrants to the Countess of Rou. Duke of Florence.
sillon. BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon.
Countess of Rousilion, Mother to Bertram. LAFEU, an old Lord.
HELENA, Daughter to Girard de Narbon, a Parolles, a parasitical Follower of Bertram; famous 1 hysician, some Time since duud.
a Coward, but rain, and a great Pre- An old Il'idow of Florence.
young French Lords, thut serte wiih VIOLENTA, Veighbours and Friends to the Bertram in the Florentine War.
A CT 1.
Laf. How calld you the man you speak of,
madam ? The Countess of Rousillon's Hlouse in France.
Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession and Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, He- it was his great right to beso: Gerard de Narbon., lend, und Lafeu, ull in black.
5 Laf. Ile was excellent, indeed, madam; the Count. I delivering my son from me, I king very lately spoke ot him, admiringly, and bury a second husband.
mourningly: he was skilful enough to have Ber. And I, in going, inadain, weep o'er my liv'd still, if knowledge could have been set up father's death anew: but I must attend his ma- against mortality. jesty's command, to whom I am now in ward', 10 Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king lanevermore in subjection.
guishes of ? Laf. You shall tind of the king a husband, Luf. A tistula, my lord. madam ;-you, sir, a father: He that so gene- Ber. I heard not of it before. rally is at all times good, must of necessity hold Laf. I would it were not notorious.- Was this his virtue to you; whose worthiness would stir 15 gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeaththere is such abundance.
ed to my overlooking. Thave those hopes of Count. What hope is there of his majesty's her good, that her education promises: hier disainendment?
positions she inherits, which inakes fair gifts Laf. He hath abandon'd his physicians, ma-20tairer: for where an unclean mind carries virdam; under whose practices he hath persecuted tuous qualities, there commendations go with time with hope; and tinds no other advantage in pity, they are virtues and traitors too'; in her the process, but only the lusing of hope by time. they are the better for their simpleness; she de
Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, frives hier honesty, and achieves her goodness. (0, that had ! how sad a passagem 'tis !) whose 25 Laf. Your coinmendations, madam, get from skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretch'd so far, it would have inade nature im- Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season mortal, and death should have play'd for lack of her praise in. The remembrance of her father
work. 'Would, for the king's sake, he wereliving' never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her . I think, it would be the death of the king's discase. 30 sorrows tahes all livelihood from her cheek. No
1 The heirs of great fortune were anciently the king's zards. ? Passage means an: thing that passes, and is here applied in the same sense as when we say the passage of a book. 'Dr. Johnson thus comments upon this passage: “ Estimable and useful qualities, joined with an evil disposition, give that evil disposition power over others, who, by admiring the virtue, are betrayed to the malevolence.” *i. e, les excellences, are the better because they are artless and open, without traud, without design.
more of this, Helena, go to, no more ; lest it be Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to have.
Hel. I do alfect a sorrow, indeed, but I have Coldt wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. it too.
Par. Save you, fair queen.
Hel. And no. excess makes it soon mortal!.
Par. Are you meditating on virginity? Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in Laf. How understand we that? [thy father 10 you; let me ask you a question: Manis enemy to
Count. Be thou blest, Bertram ! and succecdfvirginity; how may we barricado it against him? In manners as in shape! Thy blood, and virtue, Par. Keep him out. Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few, valiant in the defence, yet is weak; untold to us Do wrong to pone: be able for thine enemy 15 some warlike resistance. Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend Par. There is none; man, sitting down beUnder thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, fore you, will undermine you, and blow you up. But nevertax'd forspeech. Whatheavenmôrewill, Hel. Bless our poor virgmity from underThat thee mayfurnish, and myprayerspluck down, miners, and blowers up!--Is there no military Fall on thy head! Farewell. My lord, 20 policy, bow virgins might blow up men? 'Tis an unseason'd courtier, good my lord, Par. Virginity being blown down, man will Advije him.
quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him Laf. He cannot want the best,
down again, with the breach yourselves made, That shall attend his love.
you lose your city. It is not politick in the comCount. Heaven bless bim! Farewell, Bertram.25 monwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss
[Erit Countess. of virginity is rational increase ; and there was Ber. [To Helena.] The best wishes, that can never virgin got, till virginity was tirst lost. That, be forg'd in your thoughts, be servants to you! you were made of, is metal to make virgins. Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times and make much of her.
30 found: by being ever kept, is ever lost : 'tis too Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the cold a companion; away with it. credit of your father. [Er. Bertram und Lafeu. Hel. I will stand for'i a little, though thereHel. Oh, were that all!-I think not on iny fore I die a virgin. father ;
[more, Par. There's little can be said in't; 'tis against And these great tears? grace his remembrance 35 the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virThan those I shed for hiin. What was he like? ginity, is to accuse your mothers; which is most I have forgot him: my imagination
infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.
is a virgin : virginity murders itself; and should I an undone; there is no living, none,
be buried in highways, out of all sanctified liIf Bertram be away. It were all one, Ho init, as a desperate ottendress against nature. That I should love a bright particular star, Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; And think to wed it, he is so above me:
consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies In his bright radiance and collateral light with feeding its own stomach. Besides, virginity Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-lore, which The ambition in my love thus plagues itself: 45 is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep it The hind, that would be mated by the lion, not; you cannot chuse but lose by't: Out with't: Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, within ten years it will make itself two, which To see him every hour; to sit and draw is a goodly increase ; and the principal itself not His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, much the worse. Away with't. In our heart's table; heart, too capable 50 Hel. How might one do so, sir, to lose it to her Of every line and trick of his sweet favour, own liking ? But now he's
idolatrous fancy Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that Must sanctify his relicks. Who comes here? ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss Enter Parolles.
[sake; with lying: the longer kept, the less worth: off that goes with him: I love him for his 55 with’t, while 'tis vendible: answer the time of reAnd yet I know him a notorious liar,
quest. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her Think him a great way fool, solely a coward ; cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable: Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,
just like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which That they take place, when virtue's steely bones lwear not now: Your date is better in your pje
· That is, if the living do not indulge grief, grief destroys itself by its own excess." 2j. e. the tears of the king and countess. i. e. some peculiar feature of his face. 4 Cold is here put for naked, and thus contrasted with superfluous or over-clothed. Meaning, some colour of soldier. Parolles was in red, as appears froni his being afterwards called red-tail'd humble bee. i e. forbidden sin.
and your porridge, than in your cheek': And thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine igyour virginity, your old virginity, is like one of norance makes thee away; farewell. When thou our French witherd pears: it looks ill, it eats hast leisure, say thy prayers; whenthou hast none, drily; marry, 'tis a witner'd pear: it was for- remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, merly better; marry, vet ’us a wither'u pear: 5 and use him as he uses thee; so tarewel
. [Erit. Will you any thing with it?
Ilet. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Hei. Not my virginity yet.
Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky There shall your master have a thousand loves, Gives us tree scope; only, doth backward pull A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull
. A phanix, captain, and an enemy,
10 What power is it, which mounts my love so high; A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
That makes me see, and cannot teed mine eye? A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
The mightiest space in fortune nature brings His humble ambition, proud humility,
To join like likes, and kiss like pative things*. His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet, Impossible be strange attempts, to those His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world 15 That weigh their pain in sense; and du suppose, Of pretty, fond, adoptious Christendoms, What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove That blinking Cupid gossips?. Now shall he- To shew her merit, that did miss her love? I know not what he shall:-Godsend him well!-- 1 he king's disease--my project may deceive me, The court's a learning place;—and he is one- But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. Par. What one, i'taith?
fExit. Hel. That I wish well. -'Tis pity
The Court of Frunce.
25 Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France,
[ver Enter Page.
[jou. Have fougiit with equal fortune, and continue Puge. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for 30 A braving war.
[Exit Puge. 1 Lord. So'tis reported, sir. [ceive it Par. Little Helen, farewel: if I can remein- King. Nay, 'tis mo t credible; we here res þer thee, I will think of thee at court.
1 certainty, vruch'd from our cousin Austria, Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under With caution, that the Florentine will nove us a charitable star.
33 For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend Par. Under Mars, I.
Prejużlicates the business, and would seem Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
To have us inake denial. Pur. Why under Mars?
1 Lord. His love and wisdom, Hel. The wars have kept you so under, that Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead you must needs be born under Mars.
40 For amplest credence: Par. When he was predominant.
King: He hath arım'd our answer,
tight. Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see Hel. You go so inuch backward, when you The Tuscan service, freely have they leave Par. That's for advantage.
45 Co stand on either part, Hel. So is running away, when fear propose 2 Lord. It may well serve the safety: But the composition, that your va- A nursery to our gentry, who are sick lour and tear makes in you, is a virtue of a good For breathing and exploit. wing, and I like the wear well.
king. What's he coues here? Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer 50 Enter Bertram, Lufeu, and Parolles, thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the i Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good which,myinstruction shall servetonaturalize thee, Young Bertram.
[lord, so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counsel, and King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; understandwhaçadvice shallthrust uponthee; else! Prank nature, rather curious than in haste,
Shakspeare here quibbles on the word date, which means both age and a kind of candied fruit, ? Dr. Warburton is of opinion, that the eight lines following friend, is the nonsense of some foolish conceited player, who finding a thousand loves spoken of, and only three rechoned up, namely, a mother's, a mistress's, and a friend's, would help out the number by the intermediate nonsense, The meaning of Helen, however, in this passage may be, that she shall prove every thing to Birtram. ' A metaphor taken from falconry; and meaning, a virtue that will fly high.' Dr. Johnson explains these line: thus: “ Nature brings like qualities and dispositions to meet through any distance that fortune may have set between them ; she joins thein, and makes them kiss like things born together.”
• The Senois were the people of a small republick, of which the capital was Sienna and with whom the Florentines were at constant variance.