That she is busy, and she cannot come. [wife Now, where's my wife? [hand; B. She says, you have some goodly jest in She will not come; she bids you come to her. Pet. Worse, and worse; she will not come! Intolerable, not to be endur'd! [O vile, Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress; Say, I command her come to me. [Exit Grumio. Hor. I know her answer. What? Pet. come, Enter Katherina. Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina? [me? K. What is your will, sir, that you send for P. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to Tbands: Swingel me them soundly forth unto their husAway, 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. P. Marry, peace it bodes, and love and quiet life, An awful rule, and right supremacy; [happy; As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.- [Kath. pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Well! 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? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, [time. Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supperB. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women [bands. What duty they do owe their lords and hus1 Sway And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, In token of which duty, if he please, Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and We three are married, but you two are sped. [To Lucentio.] 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white: And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt Petruchio and Kath. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst shrew. Luc. "Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so. [Exeunt. Officers of a Court of Judicature. HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes. PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione. PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus. An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillius. EMILIA, a Lady, ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord. A Mariner. Gaoler. An old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita. Two other Ladies, attending the Queen. Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a SCENE.-Sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia. SCENE I.-SICILIA. AN ANTECHAMBER IN Enter Camillo and Archidamus. 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 magnificencein 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 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 mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied,1 with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook 1 By proxy. hands, as over a vast 1; 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, physicks2 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. SCENE II.-A ROOM OF STATE IN THE PALACE. Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd We are tougher, brother, No longer stay. So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. H. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, Leon. The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia No, madam. I may not, verily. Her. Nay, but you will. Pol. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber5 vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, Your guest then, madam: Pol. We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. H. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other; what we chang'd, heaven Boldly, Not Guilty: the imposition clear'd, Leon. Is he won yet ? Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leon. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To better purpose. Her. Leon. Never? was't before? Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well? when [make us I pr'ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, andAs fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever. Her. It is Grace, indeed. [twice: Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend. [Giving her hand to Polixenes. Leon. [Aside.] Too hot, too hot: To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis1 on me:-my heart dances;" But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment May a free face put on: derive a liberty 1 Trembling of the heart. S From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, Ay, my good lord. [Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf?v Мат. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have,5 To be full like me:-yet, they say we are (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) No, in good earnest.- 1 The tune played at the death 2 Fine fellow. 3 Playing on a Spinet. 4 Head. 5 Budding horns. Boundary. 7 Blue, like the sky. 8 Eagerness. 9 Credible. 10 Pea-cod. 11 Will you be cajoled? Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Leon. Her. [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Go, play, boy, play; thy mother plays, and I Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; Have the disease and feel't not. How now, Leon. Why, that's some comfort.- Be it forbid, my lord! L. To bide upon't;-Thou art not honest: or, If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes2 honesty behind, restraining From course required: Or else thou must be A servant, grafted in my serious trust, [counted And therein negligent; or else a fool, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake And tak'st it all for jest. [drawn, Cam. My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Amongst the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilful-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace, Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass By its own visage: if I then deny it, "Tis none of mine. Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have) or heard (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute,) or thought (for cogitation Resides not in that man, that does not think it.) My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, (Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lips? stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Of breaking honesty:) wishing clocks more swift? 2 Hamstrings. 1 Inferiors. It is; you lie, you lie: I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Pronounce thee a gross lout: a mindless slave: Or else a hovering temporizer, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both: Were my wife's liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass. Cam. Who does infect her? How I am galled,-thou might'st bespice a cup, Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this: and that with no rash potion, But with a lingering dram, that should not work Maliciously like poison: But I cannot Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have lov'd thee, 'Leon. Make 't thy question, and go rot! Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? sully The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps? Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, Who, I do think, is mine, and love as mine; Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? Could man so blench 2? Cam. I must believe you, sir; I do and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness Will take again your queen, as yours at first; Even for your son's sake: and, thereby, for sealing The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms Known and allied to yours. Leon. Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down: I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. Cam. My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear Asfriendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia And with your queen: I am his cupbearer; |