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Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
[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,
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and WIDOW.
[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass !
Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this ?
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
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. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds; And in no sense is meet, or amiable. A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Pet. Come Kate, we'll to bed :-
[TO LUCENTIO. And, being a winner, God give you good night!
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a curst shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.
[Exeunt. * Gentle temper.
† Abate your spirits. I I.e. done for
An allusion to Bianca.
LEONTES, King of Sicilia.
SERVANT to the old Shepherd. MAMILLIUS, his Son.
AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue. CAMILLO,
TIME, as Chorus.
HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes. Another SICILIAN LORD.
PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and ROGERO, a Sicilian Gentleman. Hermione. An ATTENDANT on the young PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus. PRINCE MAMILLIUS.
EMILIA, a Lady, OFFICERS of a Court of Judicature.
Queen. POLIXENES, King of Bohemia. MOPSA, FLORIZEL, his Son.
} Shepherdesses. ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord. A MARINER.
LORDS, LADIES, and ATTENDANTS; JAILER.
Satyrs for a dance. An old SHEPHERD, reputed Father of Perdita.
SHEPHERDS, SHEPHERDESSES, Clown, his Son.
SCENE I.--Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES's Palace.
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
* Make it up by our love.
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, speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to 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 maturé 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 it 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, physics the subject, I 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. SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO,
Leon. Stay your thanks awhile;
them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question’d by my fears, of what may ce, * Nobly supplied by ambassadors.
† Waste. # Affords a cordial to the state.
Or breed upon our absence. * That may blow
Leon. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us toʻt.
Pol. No longer stay.
Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you so;
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you.
Her. I had thought, Sir, to have held my peace, until
Leon. Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:
Pol. No, Madam.
† Nipping. * The satisfactory intelligence we had yesterday. Post stage. | Indeed.