Pet. Roundly replied. Kath. Mistress, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that? Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good widow. Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round: I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, Kath. A very mean meaning. Right, I mean you. Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. Pet. To her, Kate! Hor. To her, widow ! Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come. Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come ! Is that an answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Pet. I hope, better. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith. Pet. [Erit BIONDELLO. O, ho! entreat her ! Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her Nay, then she must needs come. down. Hor. That's my office. Ha' to thee, lad. Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun, Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow: — You are welcome all. [Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. — Here, signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master, Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess ; And, as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to cne it maim'd you two outright. Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. Pet. Well, I say surance, -no: and therefore, for as Let's each one send unto his wife; And he, whose wife is most obedient Hor. Content: Luc. Pet. Twenty crowns! What is the wager? Twenty crowns. I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife. come, Swinge me them soun fly forth unto their husbands: Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. [Exit KATHARINA. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it is, I wonder what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, An awful rule, and right supremacy ; Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet; Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. — T Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; [KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass! Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too : The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since suppertime. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women, What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling. Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Wid. She shall not. Pet. I say, she shall; — and first begin with her. Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, Come on, and Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad: for thou shalt ha't. Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are fro SCENE I. ACT I. Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes' Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed, Cam. 'Beseech you, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence in so rare- I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utter ance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to 275 Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.. Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physicks the subject, makes old hearts fresh; they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt. T 2 SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, Stay your thanks awhile; Leon. Sir, that's to-morrow. Leon. We are tougher, brother, I'll no gain-saying. Pol. So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir, The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia Pol. Her. Nay, but you will? Pol. Her. Verily! No, madam. I may not verily. You put me off with imber vows: But I, Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? And bleat the one at the other: What we chang'd heaven Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd, Her. O my most sacred lady, Her. Grace to boot! At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st Her. Leon. Never? Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongue- Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with Nay, let me hav't; I long. Leon. [Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me :- my heart dances; But not for joy, not joy. This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent: it may, I grant: But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Art thou my boy? Mam. - Ay, my good lord. Mamillius, I'fecks? Leon. Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, To be full like me: - yet, they say we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say any thing: But were they false As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true To say this boy were like me. — Come, sir page, Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet villain ! Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam?-may't be? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre : Thou dost make possible, things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams; (How can this be?) What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much distraction : As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. Will you take eggs for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole! Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Pol. If you would seek us, We are your's i'the garden: Shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky: - I am angling now, [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! Gone already; Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork’d one. [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play ; — - thy mother plays, and I have been, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; As mine, against their will: Should all despair, none; It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Why, that's some comfort. What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. -- Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. [Exit MAMILLIUS. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home. |