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I am sure, I saw her wear it.
And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me,
If you shall prove
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
King. Come hither, count; Do you know these
She never saw it.
Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny
King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine But that I know them: Do they charge me further? Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your
King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
Who hath, for four or five removes, come short
To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors
King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for ustice: Grant it me, O king; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is unDIANA CAPULET. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him for this, I'll none of him.
King. The heavens have thought well on thee,
Now, justice on the doers! Enter BERTRAM, guarded.
King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to
And that you fly them as you swear them lordship,
Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and DIANA.
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
loved her, for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I What of him? 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 derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know.
King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married: But thou art too fine in thy evidence; therefore stand aside. This ring, you say, was yours?
He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
She hath that ring of yours.
I must be patient;
I have it not.
King. What ring was yours, I pray you?
The same upon your finger.
Ay, my good lord.
I never gave it him. Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure.
King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know.
King. Take her away.
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty:
[Pointing to LAFEU.
Ber If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly,
I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue,
Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon:Good Tom Drum, [to PAROLLES.] lend me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
King. Let us from point to point this story know, To make the even truth in pleasure flow :If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
[To DIANA. Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker. Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants attending on the Lord.
suitors to Bianca.
Persons in the
BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.
SCENE, - sometimes in PADUA; and sometimes in PETRUCHIO's House in the Country.
- 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.
servants to Petruchio.
Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio.
KATHARINA, the shrew ;
} daughters to Baptista.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on
1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; He cried upon it at the merest loss,
And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent :
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See,
2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm'd with ale,
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! 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, A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my Would not the beggar then forget himself? hounds: Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd, 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. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd.
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy.
Then take him up, and manage well the jest:
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
- Will't please your lordship cool your hands?
Some one be ready with a costly suit,
1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our
As he shall think, by our true diligence,
Now, fellows, you are welcome.
1 Play. We thank your honour. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our
Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ; 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.
1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery. And give them friendly welcome every one : Let them want nothing that my house affords. [Exeunt Servant and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,
[To a Servant. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady : That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, And call him- madam, do him obeisance. Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) He bear himself with honourable action, Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies Unto their lords, by them accomplished: Such duty to the drunkard let him do, With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; And say, What is't your honour will command, Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, May show her duty, and make known her love? And then with kind embracements, tempting
Lord. 'Tis very true; — thou didst it excellent. Well, you are come to me in happy time; The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much. There is a lord will hear you play to-night: But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, (For yet his honour never heard a play, You break into some merry passion, And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient.
1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our
Were he the veriest antick in the world.
And with declining head into his bosom,
[Erit Servant. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; And how my men will stay themselves from laughter,
When they do homage to this simple peasant
A Bedchamber in the Lord's House.
SLY is discovered in a rich night-gown, with Attendants; some with apparel, others with bason, ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter LORD, dressed
like a servant.